But Brand could tell that the Silver Elves were extrely firm in their attitude, almost refusing to concede an inch. He didn’t know what kind of agreent had been reached that allowed Bali and Liwu to accept it.
"Why do you think the Silver Elves have returned to the continent?" he suddenly asked.
Dragon Clan girl Alorz’s nonchalant voice imdiately sounded.
"How would I know about those weird guys? They don’t interact with outsiders at all—ah, don’t disturb !" the girl’s voice suddenly complained.
"Important matters?"
"Of course," Alorz’s voice unconsciously took on a smug tone: "I’m writing a script about the story of Knight Brand. It took a great deal of effort to get inspired. Oh right, I forgot to tell Mr. Brand, my real profession is a poet—"
"A poet?"
Brand frowned deeply upon hearing this. It seed that the profession of poet was exceptionally prevalent among the Dragon Clan. He rembered a very famous plot from the ga: a giant dragon once created a vast underground city on its own, capturing powerful monsters to place within it as bosses and other creatures. Then, innocent players would enter to challenge them, while the dragon recorded the results and compiled them into stories. Of course, those who truly defeated the bosses would receive a portion of the treasure—a tiny part of the dragon’s hoard, which later turned out to be less than a tenth of the profit the dragon made from each story.
He rembered that instance was a level 45 instance. Initially, players thought it was just an ordinary instance, but later discovered the hidden truth, making it a legendary tale.
But the bad taste of the Dragon Clan beca obvious from there.
At least that dragon labored for its wealth, unlike so unscrupulous ones who directly plundered wealth.
"Of course, of course," the Dragon Clan girl seed to be smug, but then suddenly changed her tone: "Don’t disturb anymore, it’s so annoying! Fine, I’ll go write it alone—" After she finished speaking, Brand heard the sounds around him fall silent.
"Tch." He couldn’t help but sneer to himself.
But just at that mont, he suddenly heard a light ’click’ behind him. The young man thought Alorz had returned so soon—but when he turned around, he saw Nanis standing there. At that mont, the forr commander of the Phoenix Guard had already removed his helt. He looked seriously at Brand, then at the body of the giant beast beside the young man, a hint of doubt flashing in his silver eyes.
Brand was stunned.
But he smiled imdiately and suddenly said, "I think, Nanis—"
Nanis looked at him, slightly startled.
"You’d better put the helt back on."
"Why?" the Silver Elf asked indifferently.
"You look too handso like this. I’m feeling a bit pressured," the young man sighed.
For the first ti, Nanis couldn’t help but smile slightly. He thought for a mont and indeed put the helt back on. Only his silver eyes remained gazing at Brand, but after pausing for a mont, Nanis said, "I’m leaving, Brand."
Brand was slightly startled.
He seed to have never considered this issue.
But wasn’t it inevitable?
The task was over, so of course Nanis had to go back—
He suddenly wanted to say sothing, but the words got stuck in his throat—as the scenes of fighting side by side with the other party replayed repeatedly. Despite not a single unnecessary word spoken, a sense of reliable trust was born from the heart. He glanced at the other party and lowered his head, wondering where Nanis would go after returning. To the Silver Elves’ Royal Tombs or the altar? The power of Shaye’s altar weakened day by day. Although he said one day, he would bring news of the outside world to the other party, who knew if they would ever et again? Perhaps, like a real plot task, his and Nanis’ encounter was just a fleeting one. By the ti he returned, there would be nothing left but a lonely, cold altar in the forests of Chablis.
Brand knew the likelihood of this was very high.
He wanted to say sothing, but his heart suddenly felt empty, hollow, unable to say anything.
The young man hesitated for a long ti and finally spoke half-heartedly: "You’re leaving, Nanis? But you haven’t fulfilled your promise to yet. You don’t intend to renege, do you—"
The Silver Elf Commander smiled wryly, "Renege, that’s a good human-invented term. I will certainly fulfill my promise."
As he spoke, he took out a scroll from his pocket and handed it to Brand.
Nanis hesitated for a mont, then softly said:
"All my insights are written on it, my friend."
This sentence struck Brand like a bolt of lightning. He stood motionless for a long ti. Nanis smiled faintly, handed the scroll to him, then leaned in to embrace Brand: "Thank you for bringing us a long-lost battle, rekindling the blood in my veins. You are excellent, the battle was splendid, but all good things must co to an end. Besides, you still owe a promise—"
The Silver Elf Commander softly said, "Rember to tell what has happened outside, whether in decades or a hundred years. Do not ’renege,’ my friend, is that how you say it?" He struggled to pronounce the word ’renege’ in Kruz Language, then asked with a smile.
"Yes..."
Brand raised his hand to wipe his eyes.
"The wind is a bit strong." He said.
Nanis nodded understandingly, his body gradually disappearing into the air, leaving only his final smile, which also gradually faded. At this mont, the heroic spirits of twenty Elf Warriors turned into white light and soared into the sky, disappearing far into so location in the southern forest—
Everyone watched this scene, but only the Silver Elves, Alorz, and Brand truly understood what had happened. The young man saw the Silver Elf Knight Commander kindly nodding at him from afar, as if comforting him.
Brand’s heart slightly eased, feeling a bit better. Indeed, Nanis was right; all good things must co to an end.
Isn’t it?
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