But Brand could tell that the Silver Elves were extremely firm in their attitude, almost refusing to concede an inch. He didn’t know what kind of agreement 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 immediately sounded.
"How would I know about those weird guys? They don’t interact with outsiders at all—ah, don’t disturb me!" the girl’s voice suddenly complained.
"Of course," Alorz’s voice unconsciously took on a smug tone: "I’m writing a script about the story of Knight Brand. It took me a great deal of effort to get inspired. Oh right, I forgot to tell Mr. Brand, my real profession is a poet—"
Brand frowned deeply upon hearing this. It seemed that the profession of poet was exceptionally prevalent among the Dragon Clan. He remembered a very famous plot from the game: 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 remembered 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 became obvious from there.
At least that dragon labored for its wealth, unlike some unscrupulous ones who directly plundered wealth.
"Of course, of course," the Dragon Clan girl seemed to be smug, but then suddenly changed her tone: "Don’t disturb me 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 moment, he suddenly heard a light ’click’ behind him. The young man thought Alorz had returned so soon—but when he turned around, he saw Namenis standing there. At that moment, the former commander of the Phoenix Guard had already removed his helmet. 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.
But he smiled immediately and suddenly said, "I think, Namenis—"
Namenis looked at him, slightly startled.
"You’d better put the helmet back on."
"Why?" the Silver Elf asked indifferently.
"You look too handsome . I’m feeling a bit pressured," the young man sighed.
For the first time, Namenis couldn’t help but smile slightly. He thought for a moment and indeed put the helmet back on. Only his silver eyes remained gazing at Brand, but after pausing for a moment, Namenis said, "I’m leaving, Brand."
Brand was slightly startled.
He seemed to have never considered this issue.
But wasn’t it inevitable?
The task was over, so of course Namenis had to go back—
He suddenly wanted to say something, 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 Namenis 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 meet again? Perhaps, like a real plot task, his and Namenis’ encounter was just a fleeting one. By the time 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 something, but his heart suddenly felt empty, hollow, unable to say anything.
The young man hesitated for a long time and finally spoke half-heartedly: "You’re leaving, Namenis? But you haven’t fulfilled your promise to me 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.
Namenis hesitated for a moment, 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 time. Namenis 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 come to an end. Besides, you still owe me a promise—"
The Silver Elf Commander softly said, "Remember to tell me 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.
Brand raised his hand to wipe his eyes.
"The wind is a bit strong." He said.
Namenis nodded understandingly, his body gradually disappearing into the air, leaving only his final smile, which also gradually faded. At this moment, the heroic spirits of twenty Elf Warriors turned into white light and soared into the sky, disappearing far into some location in the southern forest— For more chapters visıt novel(ꜰ)ire.net
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, Namenis was right; all good things must come to an end.
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