MTL - The Amber Sword-Chapter 12 Lake light
Scene twelve lake light ()
One night was spent in urgency for both parties.
Targus was waiting for the offensive plan to unfold, while Brando was worried that he could not grasp the time; Madara's army and Eleven Butch's eleven young men were running in the silent darkness at the same time, and their fate was alienated from each other. close.
But the sun will rise day after day. The first ray of light seemed to have just passed over the hair, but in the morning it passed by, and for half a day it was fine and did not even encounter the most common brown bear in this area.
However, after the summer, the brown bears in the wild also became mild animals.
It's noon.
Brando couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard the sound of "wow" in front of the trees. The sun shone from the clusters of fresh green leaves, showing a beautiful piece of broken gold between the gaps. He lifted his head from the simple stretcher along the voice, like a mirror, and a bright reflection reflected in his eyes.
It is a lake.
Like a turquoise gem inlaid under Chongshan and the forest, a ripple of light is polished on the ripples.
"Look, it's the lake--!" Little Phoenix cried in surprise.
Freya immediately rewarded him with a violent shudder, beating the young man.
This is not a good time to travel, and each of them is better to be cautious now, because no one is sure if they will encounter Madara's army nearby. Although it was safe overnight, Brando said that it was because the area had no strategic value.
As for what the strategic value is, young girls don't know.
The young man from Braggs always seemed to know more than everyone. Although she was not reconciled, she only admitted.
I wonder if every young person in the city is so good?
Under the subtle influence, Freya's cognition has completed the transformation from one extreme to the other. She couldn't help feeling a little jealous. If she was also a militia training camp from Braggs, she must have learned better than the shameless guy.
It's really unfair.
But only God knows that there is no such thing as a so-called 'Pragues militia training camp'. Sophie, no, it should be Brando. His militia training was done in Drag. Of course, he will never tear up the trick at this time. He needs to maintain some prestige so that these young people can be convinced-a team without a leader cannot get out of trouble.
Freya may be qualified for this position in the future, but not now.
Thinking of this, Brando could not help but glance at each other. The girl with a long ponytail was considering the environment, she hesitated for a while, and finally relaxed her hand holding the sword, exhaling.
"Take a break." Freya gave the order after confirming that she was not in danger.
Everyone was relieved.
"dying!"
"I bet I won't care about anything until I get to Rydenburg, and I fall asleep."
"Let's talk when we get there."
"Essen, close your crow's mouth--!" The conversation between the young people immediately sounded near the woods. Although the sound was deliberately kept, the words were full of spitting. taste.
Everyone is too tired.
It's not too long a night, but it's not tortured to a tense nerve. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine the pressure of life and death. A group of people walks through the mountain forest with dim starlight, surrounded by a fingerless darkness, leaving only the nocturnes of insects shaking their wings and the distance Dire tweets penetrate the forest.
In the darkness, the sound of gurgling sounded like a shrub after shrub, and the inexorable silence surrounds everyone, like a silent ghost holding every soul, the cold breath can't help letting Human nerves are tight.
Behind the dense foliage is always an unknown. Have you heard of the mountain monster described in the bedside story?
At sunrise, the cold dew slowly dissipated, and the young people seemed to be taken out of the water, with pale and wet hair sticking to their foreheads. Even though Brando was no exception, he used to sleep in his own stable bed, away from all disputes-instead of lying on a stretcher, listening to all kinds of strange sounds around him.
Especially in an unknown darkness, from time to time there are blades of grass across your face, you don't know what bugs are crawling around your neck, creepy.
Martha was up, and thinking about the next week or so, he was a little mad. He now misses his past life, even if he has some pockets, but wants to return to a stable life. .
The otaku always vowed when he was determined, but the enthusiasm came quickly and quickly. But when we saw the tiredness and worry on Freya's face, our hero's heart settled again.
Because I'm trusted--
He suddenly realized that he had to abandon Sophie's identity and tried to accept a new life. He couldn't help but touch his own chest before he realized it-it wasn't Brando who died, but Sophie.
It was not that he accepted the world, but that the world contained him.
Brando's stretcher was placed by the lake, and colorful pebbles could be seen not far away. He first checked Jonson's condition. The latter survived miraculously, but his physical condition was not optimistic.
"How's he doing?" Mark Mi couldn't help asking.
"It's hard to say." Sophie, no, it should be called Brando now. He shook his head.
Markmy was silent and stared at the lake in the distance. This lake is called Chehu. When they walked here, they showed that they were close enough to Qingcun, but only about Brando could grasp the direction. The young man looked in one direction, and there were a few pale gray smoke marks on the sky in the forest gap.
It seemed that Kabais had already attacked the village, and his fate was inseparable from Butch. Madara's army attacked quickly, as he remembered in the game.
In fact, Brando still remembers this lake. He looked up and looked at the other shore of a lake far away above the clear water. In that direction, the trees were lush and dark, and under the dark and distant mountains, the familiar shadows of the past could no longer be seen.
He remembered that he had been leveling in this area for a long time, brown bears and foxes. Thinking of the days of selling leather in games to make money, Brando couldn't help but smile.
He retracted his hand on Jonson's forehead and said to Markmy, "Do me a favor."
"What are you doing?"
"Remove the bandage for me."
Brando had to change the bandages, but before that he had to tell Roman to divide the roll of sausage he had taken from his own home. It was so famous that everyone could taste the flavor of the Golan-Elson region. intestinal.
Speaking of which made him cried and laughed, none of these young people thought of preparing some food before escaping Butch. Even Freya, who seemed so calm, never thought about it.
So they only have such a roll of sausage in their reserve.
"It's better to talk about what you saw on the day you left Butch, to know more about the enemy ... hiss, Markmy, you lightly." He frowned and gasped.
When Freya saw this scene, she couldn't help sighing: "Come on, you're going away, Mark M."
The young man froze, and the girl with the long pony tail had come to him.
"Is the food so full? Is that okay?" She lowered her head and carefully removed the bandages for Brando. But hesitated, and asked quietly.
"what is the problem?"
This guy knows what I'm talking about!
Freya couldn't help but grit her teeth, but it was funny to Brando that even this kind girl didn't dare to make a small gesture on her hand.
"You know what I'm talking about, we can't go to Ridenburg, right?" Freya's voice was lowered, almost unheard of.
Brando couldn't help but glance at the girl, of course, he always felt that the bundle of long light brown horsetails was very consistent with the temperament of the other. He thought about it and asked, "Your uncle and uncle should be in the team, right?"
Freya lowered her head and stopped the bandager's hand.
"Sorry," Brando sighed. "If I have the chance, I will try as much as possible. But I can't guarantee anything. I can't afford such a big responsibility."
"Thank you."
Misleading answers.
"Sister Freya, Brother Brando, what are you whispering?" Little Phoenix and the outdated voice sounded at the moment. He leaned under a beech and looked at them curiously. . If Sister Freya's head is someone he has always admired, Brando is the young idol of this boy.
His words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned inconsistently.
Freya's face flushed suddenly, and then she realized that she was too close to that guy, and quickly took a step back and explained: "No, nothing, just, just discussing ..." Unfortunately, this simple girl is not at all It's okay to understand that you don't justify, but this explanation of retreat has become a desire to show in the eyes of everyone.
Especially her hot face, when was the captain so shy?
Roman rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the floor, as if she had figured out what had happened. Although Freya was afraid of her misunderstanding, she kept winking at her, but she did not expect our business lady to smile indifferently as if she had mismatched her thinking: "It doesn't matter, Freya."
"Roman, you—" The ponytail girl didn't say a word, but turned her face flushed.
She stared at Roman, almost trying to go up and choke the dead girl.
Brando noticed that there was a worried look in the crowd. It was the young man named Nieberto. He hesitated a little. Could he be interesting to Freya? But lack of courage is not enough, he could not help but shake his head.
"Okay," he interjected. "I'm discussing food distribution with your captain."
When Brando spoke, it was as if there was a natural prestige, making everyone stop and turn his attention to him involuntarily.
But what do you mean, Miss Roman, with your brilliant eyes, he said to him that you are looking at a bunch of treasures? The young man shook his head and continued: "This food, even if it saves us a little, is not enough for us. Besides, we need to maintain our strength to cope with the enemies we may encounter."
"But—" Freya said just a half word before she saw Brando shaking her head at her.
"Qingcun is not far away, why don't we go there to find food. The undead do not need to eat and live. Besides, those things are originally human, and we naturally have the power to take them back." He replied.
"Qingcun? Wasn't Madara attacked there?" Ike asked, sitting on the ground. The injury on his leg was Brando's bandage, and he has recovered almost to this day.
The healing effect provided by a bandage is a potential recovery value, which refers to the effect that you slowly produce during its next effective (replacement). It takes effect every six minutes in the game, and the recovery period is extended to one day in this world. So the wound heals slowly over a period of one day until the next bandage change.
"Of course there are enemies, but we will not conflict with the enemies when we act in small groups." Brando replied that he had long imagined an arrangement on the escape route.
"Small-stock approach, does it mean sneaking in?" Little Phoenix got interested at once.
"Well, I pick a few people with me." Brando nodded, and his eyes visited everyone: "Ike and Vlad were injured, Marky and Nibeto, you stay and take care of them Roman, you stay and take care of Bessa. As for the others, Essen and Freya, you two will go with me. "
"No!"
"No!" Freya and Phoenix were against.
"Essen and I can go, Brando, you have to stay." The ponytail girl took a deep breath. Does this guy know how serious his injury is?
"I'm going too." The hairy ghost jumped first.
Brando looked at both of them and sighed: "Well, I will answer your questions one by one." He said, biting the bandage in his mouth, and then tied around the body a few times, tightening.
A pale green +2 emerged from him.
He took a breath and felt his strength gradually return to his body. Although still very weak, especially the corrosive poison still eroded his vitality from the bones, but at least he was barely able to act alone.
He looked up and asked, "Mrs. Freya, what is the reason you let me stay? Injury?"
"Just know." Don't overdo it.
Brando smiled slightly, but that was not necessarily the case.