But the opponent was indeed Milpfit, whether in terms of attack style or appearance. However, historical records clearly indicate that Milpfit was an incomplete Divine Envoy and in a ghost form. Yet, the red-haired girl in front of him was neither in a ghost form, and from the aura felt, it was clear she had received a full dose of Divine Blood — what was going on?
Suddenly, a voice beside him shouted. Brand turned his head and saw that it was the young man, Sanfde, who had been dragged back by Rubis’s mercenaries. Following his shocked gaze, Brand indeed saw the red-haired girl’s not far behind, a white-haired head shrinking behind the bushes. Wasn’t this the young man, Redi, who had been so arrogant in front of him?
"Damn, this poser again." Brand cursed silently. He thought that after teaching this guy a lesson last night, Redi would at least be a bit more restrained. But unexpectedly, he was back again. Wait a minute, why was he mingling with the Black Fire Sect followers? Brand’s eyes narrowed, and sure enough, he spotted a Low-Born Demon beside the white-haired youth.
Ha, so that’s how it is.
He couldn’t help but sneer, "Just pledged allegiance to a new master, and he’s eager to slaughter his former companions. Truly diligent, I see."
Everyone was stunned—
"Redi, you, you joined them?" Some former Gray Wolf Mercenary Group members couldn’t react immediately. They turned to Redi, almost unable to believe their ears. But these people were not fools, recalling everything that had happened, everything suddenly became clear. The more short-tempered ones immediately got red-eyed and cursed, "You traitor! We treated you as a brother!"
"Redi, you really disappointed us!"
Sanfde, however, only paused slightly before asking, "Redi, what is going on?"
If looks could kill, Redi would have dismembered Brand multiple times already. He already had the urge to swallow him alive. Redi had intended to stay hidden and let the Black Fire Sect followers deal with his ’brothers’ or ’companions’. This way, nobody would question him, and his conscience wouldn’t have to be guilty—if he still believed he had one. Follow current novᴇls on novel•fire.net
However, before he could even put that plan into action, it was completely disrupted by one Wind Bullet from Brand. He couldn’t help but curse venomously in his mind, cursing Brand and the sharp-eared elf that found him. Wait, sharp-eared elf? He suddenly realized—behind Brand was a group of more than twenty elven warriors, full-armored. How did they appear? Could it be that the captain—or rather, that cunning ’Mane Wolf’ had more arrangements here? Redi first cautiously looked around, fearing it might be a trap. But then he calmed down; with Qian here, he didn’t need to fear any ambush. The current Qian, or more accurately, Thunder God’s Messenger ’Milpfit’, was at Gold Level. Only twenty or thirty Silver Level guards were no match.
After calming down, he straightened up and disdainfully glanced at the elf warriors. Elf Heavy Armor Infantry, these guys sure were creative. Didn’t they know the best professions for agile and delicate elves were Rangers, Shooters, or Hunters? He laughed coldly internally, but then noticed the hostile or questioning glances from his former comrades. Suddenly, he realized he needed to explain.
How could he be called a traitor?
Redi couldn’t help but feel grateful he had prepared in advance, which was why he had brought these people to this place. One reason was to make Brand and his group divert their resources to look after these non-combatants, and the other was to find an excuse when he was exposed. He twisted the ring on his finger, faking a smile, and responded, "No no, everyone, I didn’t join Captain Conrad. I just made a deal with him, using his strength to deal with this guy—"
He pointed at Brand, "This guy who caused all the trouble."
"Me?" Brand pointed to himself, finding it a bit humorous.
"Yes, exactly you." Redi glared at Brand, new and old grudges welling up. His eyes reddened slightly, "If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Hmph, that old bastard Macaro would rather have us act as cannon fodder to divert the Black Fire Sect’s attention to ensure your safe escape. People really are different, huh? But he probably didn’t expect things to turn out this way, did he?"
He couldn’t help but laugh sinisterly, "Mr. Brand, twelve Silver Level guards, truly impressive. I’m really scared. So, what’s your plan this time? Do you still have the courage to show off in front of my men, like you did last night?"
Brand almost burst out laughing at this narcissistic guy. He was about to speak when the white-haired youth interrupted, waving his hand, "Don’t try to argue. Captain Conrad has told me everything. Why else would they assign so many elite forces to me, just to chase you? I’m not an idiot. So, you are indeed Ecco, right—?"
Brand almost turned to stone—
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