The Amber Sword - 1525

“who am I?”

This problem actually discouraged Brando.

Is it Sophie, or Brando? Is it Earl Tonigel, or is it a descendant of the sword-sage Darus? Is it the hero of the Eruin, or the savior appointed by Martha-the fool, or the king?

And among these many identities, which one really belongs to him.

Brando looked at the tall holy white stone intently, the afternoon sun from Hexi shone on him obliquely, time was like flowing gravel, and the sun changed its light; the shadow on the stone wall also became vivid , Like a picture, engraved with unpredictable time.

That is a hero who shattered the sky.

A king is taking off his crown.

That is the dying of a sage.

The belief of an idealist.

The four figures overlap each other.

It is like changing light, finally converging on one person.

Brando stood silently in front of the stele, like a feather of light, converging behind him, finally turning the mundane into the invisible.

Everyone looked at such a scene and looked at each other. What does the intertwined light and shadow on this stele mean-is it an illusion or a revelation? Who is this young man who will cause such a wonder?

Among the crowd, only Tumen was affirmed and nodded slightly. It is a kind of calmness called wisdom and far-reaching, just like the future and the fog no longer turn into heavy curtains, the flame of wisdom splits a path of blood and fire from the dark thorns, because I saw the end of the dawn The sun light for a moment, so there will be no more fear and confusion.

Brando felt a little bit and looked back. One pair is young eyes, the other is old eyes, one is a student, and the other is a teacher. The young is restrained and enterprising, while the old is calm and calm. The millennium time is like a hand-held firework at this moment. , The new and the old meet each other.

Brando nodded to the old man.

I dare not say thanks for the kindness of the profession.

Perhaps these are the two ends of history. Everyone who bears responsibility will not choose a fake hand.

All the illusions have disappeared, and even the rings have reduced the light, one by one in the hands of their master, returning to its original appearance. But people have forgotten all this, because Brando turned around silently, watching everyone.

who am I?

Now this question has an answer. He looked at the lion man with a clear light in his eyes:

“I am Brando.”

The scene was silent.

The aura of a person overwhelms everything.

After a while, the young lion reacted, but his weakness made him a little embarrassed, and he snarled, “Brando? I see, you are the lord of the Tonigel, Eruin. The so-called hero?”

“The teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!” Haruze was the first to stand up, glaring at the lion man.

“That’s just the hero of the Eluin,” the Lion shook his head: “This is the seat of the king. What qualifications does he have to stand here?”

“Isn’t he the king?” Princess Magdal’s soft voice intervened: “Did you not see everything on the stele?”

The young Lion took a step back. It didn’t expect that there was no one to support it. From a distance, even the Buga and the Silver Elves did not stop all of this. But the unyielding character made it reluctant to give up, and said loudly: “Then please tell me, this lord is the king there?”

Questions echoed over the venue-

The nun closed her mouth hesitantly.

Aloz jumped with anger, and the little female dragon was about to run away on the spot. But Frofa on the side grabbed her arm quickly and shook his head at her.

“You let me go, Frofa, I must give that little lion a little bit of color and look at it!”

“You want to mess up the League, Aloz?”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Beside Brando, Faina also looked at Delphine in the crowd frequently and anxiously, but the prime minister smiled carelessly, and gave her a calm look. But the sweetheart was questioned. How could the poor girl feel stable? She stomped her feet in a hurry, and even complained about her best friend.

The Lion thought that he had a good plan, smiled victoriously, and said proudly to Brando: “Then, gentleman, please go to the back and don’t interfere with the normal order of the meeting.”

Brando glanced at it.

A voice had already replied first: “I’m afraid he won’t go anywhere, Prince Neil Fisher.” That was the gentle, calm voice of the prime minister’s daughter, and there was a sense of wisdom in the words.

“Why?” The young Lion turned his head and looked at Delphine dissatisfied: “Don’t you understand what I mean, woman?”

“Of course I understand what you mean, my respected prince, but I think you didn’t understand what I mean, because your majesty belongs here.”

“Your Majesty?” Neil Fisher “ha” chuckled softly: “What a majesty, then, may I ask you to tell me, Miss, where is this gentleman the king?”

“He is the king here.”

Another voice answered coldly.

Brando turned his head slightly keenly, and looked at the crowd there unexpectedly.

Neil Fisher did not find the source of the sound for a while, but it didn’t have to find out, and replied boldly: “The king here? Is this the king of this wilderness? Or the king of Saint Osor?”

The wind elves stood up together, glaring at him.

The young lion prince knew he had failed, and hurriedly made an apologetic gesture to the wind elves. But it did not intend to let Brando go, but looked in the direction of the Cruz people.

But the determined voice continued: “Because this is neither Manktor nor Saint Ossor.”

“Then it’s funny,” Nair Fisher was a little annoyed by the hidden voice. “So where is this place? Don’t we all know where we are?”

Two or three chuckles came from the crowd.

Delphine looked at that direction and chuckled lightly, smiling proudly: “His Royal Highness naturally knows where he is, but he didn’t notice it for a while. Isn’t our world named Warend?”

“King of Warnd?”

Neil Fisher showed an exaggerated look, and he laughed twice: “Why don’t I know there is such a title in this world—”

But it suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.

Because the lion prince saw that it was the Cruze’s turn to stand up and looked at it with a gloomy expression; at that moment, Neil Fisher suddenly remembered that there really seems to be such a title in this world. of.

That is the king of kings, the king of kings——

But it only once belonged to one person.

That person was called Gilt, a young man from the Great Plains; he was the sage of the Cruz people, the first owner of the holy sword Odyssey, but also the King of Flame, the co-owner of the Holy Alliance .

So there was only the sound of the rustling wind blowing the blades of grass.

Everyone’s eyes were focused on Brando, and for the first time, people felt that the hilt of the sword reflecting the sunlight behind them was shining with some scorching eyes.

Brando finally noticed something wrong, and the answer Delphine gave him seemed so strange. In the eyes of everyone, he turned his head to look for the prime minister’s daughter, but the latter hid in the crowd with a brilliant smile, like a little devil who succeeded in a conspiracy.

This is what she wants to see.

The crowd suddenly separated, and a person walked out of it.

Brando looked at the owner of the voice and took a step back subconsciously-that was the eldest son of the Cruz people. Lenaret was slowly walking out of the crowd, glanced around everyone calmly, and then took a crown from his attendant.

This action allowed Brando to finally find the answer to that question, that is, what kind of identity Delphine has arranged for him.

But this identity…

Brando looked at Lenaret silently, his eyes seemed to be asking:

“why?”

But the eldest son only shook his head slightly.

He no longer looked at Brando, but held up the crown with both hands, and replied loudly to everyone present: “As evidenced by the Flame Ring, the last emperor of the empire referred to one person as the heir to Cruz before his death. ; Now Jin Yan’s faith has not been extinguished, and the holy sword Odyssey also has this new master, so the Cruz people will keep their promise and hold him as king—”

so–

“He will become the rightful monarch of the Cruz people.”

Wow–

It’s not just the people in the venue.

At this moment, even the nobles of the Cruz people shook one after another, and people stood up from their positions one by one, and for a while, their heads surged.

There was a big shock.

Brando stands in the crowd like a pillar of stone sculpture. It turns out that the ring is the legendary holy ring of flames. What happened in Rusita that night is still vivid. The unwilling look in the eyes of the Silver Queen before his death is like a slender knife carved into him. heart.

That is obviously nostalgia for life.

But why still have to embark on such a path?

He was puzzled.

But it is already clear.

Brando turned his head in silence and gave Faina a stern look. The eldest lady of Mehhothoven shrank her neck unawares, and replied anxiously, “Brando, you have to accept it.”

Brando once again looked at Delphine, at the Great Holy See Vara and the old Prime Minister Niederwen, and the Duke of Mechotofin and the Duke of Ludwig. Is this all they want? Or is it everything she wants? But if he refuses, then not only Faina and Delphine will be embarrassed, but the Cruz people will also become a laughing stock.

So what is the answer?

However, Brando is also asking himself.

At that moment, the prime minister’s daughter suppressed the smile on her face.

She raised her head and looked at Brando tenderly, her gaze was a little plain and unpretentious. She pushed him to desperation step by step, but it can also be said that step by step made him take the last step of this throne, then choose to follow her own heart, or embark on the final road?

Turns out this is everything.

Brando finally understood what the Queen of Silver had passed to him.

He shook his head.

When everyone was watching his movements, but he only raised his hands in silence and took the crown from the eldest son of the emperor.

“Remember what you said to Haruze?” Brando said softly to Lerinat: “It belongs to you, and one day, no one can take it away from you.”

Linaret was startled, and looked up at Brando in amazement.

“I think you will be a good king one day.” Brando lowered his head silently and put the crown on his head. Then he turned around, leaving only a back view of the eldest son. At that moment, the venue was a little unspeakably quiet, and even the wind seemed to stop.

The young lion prince took a step back subconsciously, his face turned pale.

Haruze clenched his fists in excitement. This was his teacher, the man he admired the most; no matter how difficult it was, he could not be knocked down. He is like a living legend that can shine into everyone’s reality.

Hope, the flames of civilization fall into the darkness, but there will be a hand that will pick them up again. Delphine watched this scene in silence, and for a moment the prime minister’s daughter also turned around and blinked slightly.

Brando silently walked in front of everyone, stopped, and looked at everyone calmly:

“Now, I have proved why I am here—”

“Next, as the heir to this supreme throne, following the ancient contract, I will exercise all these powers-I think it’s time to end these red tapes, isn’t it?”

“So everyone, can you agree?”

The envoys of the nations were a little surprised.

What is the supreme throne, do the Cruz people really think that with a title, they can regain that glory? That is not just the master of the holy sword Odyssey, it is the king of kings, the king of kings.

But will there be a second Gilt in this world?

But until a firm voice has sounded: “I agree.”

Princess Magdal left her seat and nodded to Brando with a soft gaze. Then she raised her voice again: “Silver Bay countries, agree.”

“Eruin, agree.” Haruze also said loudly.

“Jiufeng, agree.” Huang Huo replied calmly.

Lord Lorraindale stood up suddenly.

“Where are you going, teacher?” Yalut looked at him.

“I’m going to answer a question.” There was a smile on Isdowell’s thin face.

He left the table and walked to Brando.

“Use the sword to use it, respected Lord of Flames.” The King of Lorrainedale said with a smile.

Brando was taken aback for a moment, but he understood immediately, smiled slightly, raised his hand and threw a blue light over. Isdoville steadily caught the sword, and then raised the sword, the light of the sky, shining dazzling brilliance on the blade.

“Holy Sword Sky——!”

The wind elves exploded with a bang and screamed.

The Elf Regent lightly held the hilt of the sword, inserted the sword into the ground, then turned around and nodded to Aruta not far away.

“teacher?”

“ring.”

Aruta looked at the shining holy sword, and then reacted, removing the holy ring from the back of the wind from his hand and handing it over. Isdoville took the holy ring and gently placed it on the hilt of the holy sword in the sky.

One sword and one ring, complement each other.

Brando looked at this scene, laughed, and pulled out Odyspheus backhand, and also inserted the Golden Flame Blade into the ground. He turned his head back, and Delphine had already understood it, and placed the Ring of the Supreme Flame on the sword.

The two holy precepts stand opposite each other.

The two rings radiate each other.

Yaruta took a deep breath and summoned all her courage: “St. Osor, agree.”

The crowd was in an uproar.

The Arch Druid stood up in a gray fury, and Funia, a small figure, smiled softly on the side.

“Irlanta, agree.”

Instaron also stood up.

“Madala also borrowed the sword to use it.”

The Black Lord stood in front of Brando and smiled lightly: “Your honorable lord, don’t come here without problems.”

Brando also smiled and nodded at him.

The two looked at each other. They were about the same age as each other. They were rivals, but they also fought side by side. After the Sea of Dead Moon and his party, fate seems to have made them allies once again.

“Thank you.” Instaron replied with a smile while holding the cut.

“You’re welcome, say hello to Targus for me.”

“I will.”

Three holy swords, three rings.

Queen Madara watched this moment and replied faintly: “Madara, agree.”

“agree.”

“agree.”

There are more and more followers.

The dwarf king Carriffin laughed long and watched this scene with admiration. Under the supervision of Dilphary and Manrique, he also raised his warhammer and replied gruffly: “Secret Yinting, agree.”

The crowd boiled again.

Many nobles from different regions have not fully reacted yet, and do not understand how sacred this Earl Tonigel is.

But at this moment, Dilfieri had already put down the sword case, and Manrique took out the holy sword Mithor from it. The holy sword forms a ring.

The Faenzan people were in an uproar.

“Missor, the Holy Sword of Light!” Someone even shouted out.

The chief of the trial knights stood up swayingly, staring at the scene dumbfounded. And under the reminder of others, he remembered that he had handed a ring to his attendant with a trembling trembling, and the attendant jogged all the way holding the holy ring of light in his hand and placed it on the hilt of the holy sword.

The Gray Hughes Knights raised their hands: “Fa Enzan, agree!”

The four holy swords are all shining brightly before the stele of Sheng Bai.

“Look, that is the sword of the shallow sea!” The people of Hazel were also excited suddenly, because they saw another sword, a sword that appeared in Brando’s hands-a light blue blade. , Like cast of crystal, faintly exuding cold light, that is Sinna the Frost Singer.

“Oh my God, I didn’t expect it to exist!”

“Lord Crystal’s sacred object symbolizes the holy sword of the shallow sea!”

The people of Hazel suddenly realized something, and raised their heads to look at Brando.

Brando also looked at these people of the Dragon Crystal of Knowledge, turning his sword upside down and said: “Hazel people, do you remember your promise a thousand years ago, are you willing to return to this sacred contract?”

“We are willing.” The Great Prophet had been the first to stand up.

Brando nodded slightly.

Five holy swords——

On the sword, the sapphire of the ring of wisdom shone indescribably beautiful on the ring face.

At this moment, people finally turned their eyes to Torquinin’s lion people, and the lion people stood up with embarrassment – of course they knew who was holding Harangea, the holy sword of the earth. But their prince, Neil Fisher, had previously made things difficult for the new King of Flame, how could the other party give up this opportunity to humiliate them?

Neil Fisher also clenched his fists and stood in humiliation.

It can choose to leave, but the Golden Mane Lion’s previous efforts will be turned into ashes, and its heart is full of unwillingness. It is clear that that step is already in sight, but just because of its own fault, everything has vanished. ?

The young Lion Warrior raised his head and looked at Brando, ready to bow his head.

But what it saw was a pair of serious and sincere eyes.

“So, what about the Earth Temple?”

Nair Fisher opened his mouth wide.

The dwarf king Carriffin suddenly turned his head and stared at Torquinine’s allies. The entire venue was so quiet at this moment that the needle fell, and even the nobles outside held their breath.

“We…” Neil Fisher’s green eyes looked at the young man in disbelief, the Count Tonigel who hadn’t been seen by it before: “…we, agree.”

Brando raised his hand gently.

So after a lapse of thousands of years, Harangea, the sword of the earth, finally returned to the hands of the Torquinians again. The young lion warrior was panting with big mouths, almost with some unreal illusions. He gently twitched his nose, feeling the real breath of mountains and earth in his hands.

Dou Da’s tears burst out suddenly.

Neil Fisher roared up to the sky. At this moment, this lion-man warrior finally understood what it was like to cry, and why the blood and tears of countless ancestors would flow because of this for thousands of years.

And now, this heavy glory has finally returned to the hands of the Toquinines.

“The glory you deserve,” Isdowell replied softly as he watched the scene, “but it still needs to be defended.”

The last sword was also erected, it was the legendary blade on the stone.

So far, only one corner is missing in the final territory of the world of order.

Six holy swords, obliquely long shadows, silent narration is like an epic poem. It is the stack of countless times, the interweaving of heroes and legends, every sword, every master, every era, every song and tearful name, shines into the hearts of people at this moment.

Until the Buga entered, the wizard king Solomon dropped the final hammer.

“Bujah, agree.”

Everyone understood at that moment that a new era had begun.

It will be an era in which mortals fight their fate, and everyone will use their courage to fight for the future of a world.

But the center of all eyes was concentrated on the back of the not-so-tall young man. The lower corner of Count Brando’s windbreaker was flying with the wind above the wilderness, and his arrogant long hair, and his quiet demeanor, like a sculpture, became eternal at this moment.

That is also the back of an era.

The same young.

The same holds the holy sword.

The same faith.

But also fearless.

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