The Amber Sword - 1532. Chapter 1530 What Is Beauty in Act Five Hundred and Twenty

The narrow room was filled with a dignified atmosphere. There was only a round table in the dark, and a crystal exuding dim fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. A silver magic circle of constantly changing shapes flashed on the ceiling. Objects like mercury infiltrated from the magic circle, squirming and filling every corner of the four walls of the room-here is the underground that is tens of meters deep. , The air was so turbid that it almost stopped flowing.

Brando raised his head and glanced at everyone present-the dwarf king Carriffin, the commander of the Farnzan Knights, Solomon, Antitina, Estauville, Aruta, Prince Nair, The Arch Druid and the Great Holy See Vala.

After confirming that the others were ready, he carefully took out the five gray-brown stones and placed them on the table in front of everyone.

At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling squirmed, as if cutting off some kind of information in the space; but it may also be because the dragon of twilight did not care about this little beacon. The terrifying coercion that Lando had personally felt did not reappear in this underground.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was also enough to make people feel uncomfortable.

“Go ahead,” Isdowell said.

Brando nodded, in the dark, but he could also see things clearly, and carefully put the five stone pieces together on the table with both hands. And when these ordinary stone pieces were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.

A cluster of rapidly spreading fluorescence appeared in the dark.

The combined stone flakes were suspended to form a sand table. The sand table was engraved with the direction of mountains and rivers, as well as turquoise forests. It was an unfamiliar land, but it made people feel a little familiar. Haruze took a breath on the edge of the table, and the light in the darkness was reflected in his silver eyes. He exclaimed in a low voice, “Eruin!”

“To be precise, it was Eruin of a certain era.” Brando pointed in the direction of Jean Denere and said: “This is still a lake, and Valendon is still a bay. This is at least the age before the formation of the dead frost forest. Eruin.”

“Look at the ring of trade winds!”

“Is it Valhalla!” Yaruta asked.

“No, that is the World Tree.” Brando suddenly remembered the towering giant tree he had seen in the ring of trade winds.

The head of the Faenzan Knights asked, “What is this?”

“This is a beacon,” Solomon replied, “This is the thing Miss Antitina’s father has been looking for throughout his life. For hundreds of years, I don’t know how many unknown heroes have sacrificed for it. Fortunately, they have done it. Everything has brought this beacon back to our hands.”

“it is……?”

“A map leading to the Throne of the End.”

With a whispering and talking voice, the dwarf king Carriffin picked up his warhammer several times, and then put it down, looking a little excited-after all, that is the only hope in the world.

In the darkness, Antitina stood silently, with the fluorescence reflecting in the depths of her eyes, her hands were a little pale, her clothes tightly twisted. Brando glanced at her and asked, “Are you okay?”

The lady of the staff shook her head.

“Don’t force yourself, Antitina.”

“I’m fine, Lord Lord, thank you for your concern.”

Others recognized the hero’s descendants, stood up and saluted her. Antitina said nothing, but a deep light flashed in her eyes, because this was what her father did, abandoning his wife and daughter, and even losing her life, but at this moment, she was vaguely like that man. feel proud.

The luminous rays of light rose from the sand table, and finally formed seven pillars of light, which hovered above Eruin. Brando stared at the beams of light, and suddenly recalled something. It was the elk in the forest, exuding the brilliance of the holy white. It held its head proudly, standing under the moon watching them and the refugees.

“That’s Bucks Hills.”

Freya’s eyes also flashed brightly, she raised her head and said excitedly: “Brando, I remember that we went to that place!”

Brando nodded.

Sleep of the Golden Flame, Fairy Town, Legacy of the Saint——

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Wow, wow, the sound of footsteps scattered in the mist. Several figures were separated by the vast fog. Judging from their outfits, these people should be highland knights from Karasu, but the highland knights have been reorganized to become part of the Kingdom’s New Southern Legion. They rarely leave without order. Station, how come to Buche, hundreds of miles away?

“Here!” someone suddenly shouted.

The knights gathered, looking up in awe at the two giants standing in the mist-the giants holding spears towering into the top of the cliff, looking straight ahead, unlike when Brando saw them for the first time five years ago. Changes, as if years cannot leave marks on these boulders. They stared silently, their eyes as if they had already penetrated the long river of history, at a certain point in the past, they saw the coming of this moment.

Seventeen knights formed a team and entered the canyon.

The fog in the canyon has dissipated a lot, and the lone golden apple tree on the hill is still standing among the rocks. When they saw the tree, the knights were all excited-this was the first reappearance of the legacy of the saint in the stag hills in five years, and it was exactly the same as the description of His Majesty the King of Flames.

They contrasted the lone tree on the hill, and proceeded along the direction described on the map. They soon saw two huge rocks intertwined together. Seeing this, the knights all showed clear gazes, descending into the bottom of the huge rock in turn. They came to the other side of the huge rock-a high place on the mountain wall, leaving a hole the size of a thumb-five years of time have not left any marks on the hole, even the scratches are as fresh as new , As if everything was still at the moment when Aloz shot the arrow himself.

However, as the years passed, the four people who had been here in the past have long since changed. A young man who is ignorant of wanting to change the kingdom, a country girl from the countryside of Buchi, a princess Golden Dragon who is unwilling to take responsibility, and a silver dragon girl who seems taciturn and uncontested. The fairy fruit that stayed on the branch, the legendary pure golden apple, seemed to have passed through the hands of several people, truly changing everyone’s destiny.

It’s just that the secrets of history are now hidden under the vast fog.

The knights didn’t even look at the arrow mark, and walked forward. After a while, someone cheered in front of them. The knights in front stopped to remove the scattered rubble, revealing a square iron box underneath-they opened the box and saw the slab of stone sleeping in it.

The leading knight only glanced at the stone slab, immediately closed the box again, turned around and said to everyone: “The thing has been found, immediately go and inform His Majesty the King of Flames.”

The message from the stag hills traversed the mountains and dense forests, passed one node after another, along the mountains of Chablis, over the Grahar Mountains, turned into a magical symbol, and finally drifted into the firs in the southern part of the Mintai Plain. Fort, from a window, drilled into a crimson prismatic crystal placed on a metal platform.

The crystal became brighter, and a slender hand picked it up after a while.

Nimesis quietly looked at the mysterious symbols in the crystal column with different light and dark. A voice came from behind her: “Nimesis, where is the message?” The female knight put down the crystal, turned her head and looked at it. The face near the desk in the distance was almost exactly the same as himself, and there was a slight sense of tenderness in his heart.

“The legacy of the saint has reappeared in Bucks Hills,” she replied in a stale voice, “the Highland Knights found that thing. This is a message to inform Mr. Brando…sister.”

“It’s your Majesty the King of Flames.”

Nimesis curled his lips.

Her heart was full of complicated feelings for the man who gave her a real new life. He kept his promise and allowed her to finally be free-true freedom, and no longer a substitute for another person. The nightmare in her deepest dreams finally never passed at this moment, and occasionally when she woke up from the midnight dream, she would even shed tears in shock.

But those were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy in disbelief.

But for some reason, the female knight is always unwilling to show her weakness first-especially in front of her other side, Bai Jia. She put away her emotions and looked at her nominal’sister’.

Bai Jia smiled slightly, knowing the little girl’s mind.

She shook her head, and there was a blood-colored pattern extending from her white cheeks to her neck, reflecting the warm afternoon sun, adding a bit of mystery. The power of the dragon blood pool inevitably left the mark of magic and life when shaping this body. These tattoos all over her body not only strengthened her power, but also made her a better person than before. The more powerful magician of that era.

A string mage who truly has the blood of the dragon, and not long ago, Aloz had already quite formally invited her to join the dragon clan.

“Do you want to notify Ampersel?” Nimesis asked.

“Notify Ampersel,” Bai Jia nodded and put down the files in his hand: “The excavations there should also come to an end.”

A bottomless pit lies beyond the south gate of Ampersel.

The pit clinked, countless scaffolds surrounded the entire excavation site, and the outlines of the temples were clearly visible under the rock formations. A team of civil servants are sending the excavated soil to the ground through a sloping walkway, which has already piled up into a mountain in half a year. Lesmeka stood behind Haruze, looking at this place with a complicated expression. For her, this port has a special meaning, because this is where she gets a new life.

She glanced at Eluin’s young King in silence, with a gentle expression in her eyes, and beside her, Kaya silently held the hand of her best friend.

Suddenly a cheer came from under the big pit.

A holy sword exuding gleaming brilliance was rising from the bottom of the pit. Brando stood in the mud, looking up at the holy sword in the sky. When the holy sword rose to the top, the sword seat on which it was placed suddenly left and right. Cracked open, revealing a simple stone slab in the middle.

Xi silently took the slate in both hands and came to him.

“Thank you, Akane.”

The mountain girl smiled slightly.

Brando took the stone slab and gently stroked the peculiar words on the stone slab, but he felt a little lost in his heart. This is the third piece. Since the secrets contained in the five pieces of stone were found out, in the past two years, people have unearthed three pieces of stone slabs in Yanbao, Ring of Tradewinds, and Ampersel. Not unfamiliar.

A long time ago, people discovered that there are such slabs in the legacy of the saint in Eruin. When people take these slabs out of the legacy of the saint, they will automatically be removed from the owner’s backpack. Disappeared in the middle. No matter what method people use, put it in the ring of carrying objects, in the dimensional hole or in the floating celestial sphere, it will eventually leave and return to where it was originally.

For this reason, people call these slabs an idealized part of the legacy of the saint, thinking that it is like the manifestation of a rule, and it is precisely because of this slate that the legacy of the saint appears .

But this explanation cannot explain why such slabs only appeared in Eruin.

But now, Brando finally solved the mystery.

They are not part of the idealization of the Legacy of the Holy One, but the cornerstone of the entire Vaughan, part of the idealization of this world. Their position is not only fixed in the material world, but fixed in the law of the entire Tiamat, so no matter what means in the world, it is absolutely impossible to carry these slabs. Because all the power of mortals comes from the law of Tiamat, you cannot use the law to fight the law itself.

In addition to the seven holy swords.

The seven holy swords are the key to the cornerstone of the world.

And when Brando put these slates together, he finally understood what they really were. The slate can communicate with each other in different spaces and times, and the complicated lines of laws shuttle and twist in the space it contains, forming a network of laws that is not inferior to Voend’s own. If the seven holy swords are nothing more than crowns The pedestal, then the sphere formed by these seven stone slabs, is a truly brilliant crown.

And this crown represents a door.

Brando knew why it was a door, because in a long memory, he had seen something similar more than once.

Before the mountain where the storm ceased opens.

Before the huge underground palace of Breath of Earth opened.

Before the opening of the ring of the world.

Before the opening of the Throne of Wolf.

That is the time limit, the end of time, a copy of the world.

But the key to the laws of those world events, compared with the thing in his hand, was too crude and not worth mentioning, it was like a ridiculously inferior product. And only this key is as valuable as the whole world, and when he puts it in his hand, he can feel its uniqueness.

He suddenly understood where the final throne was. It turned out that he had been there a long time ago. At that time, the terrifying pressure from the quicksand-like copy of the Golden Gate made him deter him. But he can be sure now that there should be a bigger space behind that door. Just as Martha said, there is a huge secret buried underground in Eruin.

Otherwise, it cannot explain why the seven cornerstones of Tiamat’s law are buried in this small place.

Two years is a long time-

From the year of the Saint White Griffin to the year of Spring Dawn, mortals did everything they could to create all possible miracles on the battlefield. The coalition forces of the four temples defeated the army of crystal clusters where the Cruz people had been defeated and recovered in one fell swoop. Rusita. In the south, the army of dwarves, Eruin, naga, and lionmen have also penetrated into the plains of Saint White, and with the help of the Hazel fleet, they have begun to attack Cape Bay.

The restoration of the Cruz Empire is imminent, and the Hazel Plateau seems to be in sight. Although humans have fallen into a large area of land north of Alcash, civilization and order have been established between Valhalla and Babel—the two fortresses—the north and the south. A vast’shelter’ has been set up.

People call it a sacred place to imply the hope of the future.

And it is conceivable that in the not-too-distant future, this land will become the last soil for mankind to fight against the twilight. It is like a brand-new blessing land created by mortals, gestating the future of the entire continent. Many names disappeared in battles, large and small. Duke Ludwig died in the Evergreen Corridor, and Faina’s father, Grand Duke Mehthofen, died in the Holy White as he did in history. At the end of the Year of the Griffin, the Faenza also lost the great commander of their Supreme Judgment Knights. Behind each of the famous names in history, there are more unsung heroes, but behind every hero, there are More stars are rising.

Madara’s numerous stars began to shine as in history, and the younger generation of Cruz people also stepped onto the stage of history one by one. Princess Magdal replaced her grandfather and became the hero of the Silver Bay area in the course of wars. And the leader, and the name of the Freya Valkyrie has long been resounding in the Wild of Saint White on the southern line. Corresponding to it is the reputation of Tonigel and Valhalla, as well as the legend of the white lion legion.

But what makes Brando knowingly smile is that there are occasional rumors about Princess Fussa on the battlefield. Many people want to know how sacred this little princess from Eruin is, compared to his students. Because of this, I feel very frustrated.

Compared with the heroes of these new generations, he has been staying in Eruin, and his reputation since the Saint White Conference has gradually disappeared. People have even gradually forgotten the existence of such a King of Flames. Some people believe that Brando has created this sacred alliance, but he has only made due contributions to this step of order.

Although many people who knew the truth were upset about this, Solomon had personally asked him what he meant, but Brando didn’t take it seriously.

“If the age of mortals is coming, will Warnd need a savior?”

In response to this answer, Solomon glanced at him silently.

He replied seriously: “But people will not forget heroes.”

But Brando understands that forgetting is not an option for the future.

He picked up the slate and walked forward.

Qian held the Azure Spear and silently looked at the lord’s back. She is not a person who likes to ask questions, but Lord Lord has become more and more silent. His smile seems to be lost from him at some point. He always frowns and thinks about something, and often looks at the horizon alone. He was in a daze for a long time. Although he himself hadn’t noticed the abnormality, everyone around him clearly felt the change.

She still remembers what Miss Freya said to her before leaving Eruin, but how could she interfere with Lord Lord’s decision? No matter what Brando wanted to do, she would only silently choose to follow him. Behind the back.

Qian clenched the spear tightly and hurried to catch up.

When she approached her lord, Bran looked back at her somewhat. Akane was stunned when she saw Lord Lord’s eyes, and there was a faint pity in those light brown eyes, a look she had never seen before.

“Leader, Lord Lord?”

“Qian, how is the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group?”

“Everyone is fine, Eluin has been peaceful for the past two years, and we are just looking for the remains of the saints and slabs all over the world, and we haven’t encountered any trouble.”

“That’s good,” Brando replied, “I hope everyone can have good hope, especially you, Akane.”

Qian stopped and looked at him steadily.

Tears burst into his eyes.

The girl uttered the words one word at a time:

“By your side, I will be happy.”

The gentle breeze of the spring dawn is blowing over this port city, and it will be difficult to eliminate the shadow of war in the five years.

But on this land that was once reduced to ruins, the seedlings of life in the soil are taking root, and the homes are destroyed and rebuilt. Such scenes are happening in many places on the mainland. Many craftsmen, scholars, and black magicians stepped out of various academies and began to devote themselves to various fronts, supporting this ultimate battle of civilization from all aspects.

Although the clouds of the final battle are approaching in the north of Faenzan and the Sea of Dead Moon, everyone is full of hope. Perhaps many lives will die in this war, but as long as the spire of civilization remains standing, the remaining fire will eventually be passed on until the moment when the prairie fires again.

Brando stared at the distant and blue bay while receiving a letter from the knight.

It seems that for the first time in so many years, he was able to watch the beauty of Ampersel with an appreciative attitude. What a wonderful world this is. Being able to come here and leave a mark is the greatest fortune in his life. He loves this very much. Here are all his ideals and beliefs. He has given everything for this and will never regret it.

The afternoon sun was warm and shining, and Brando squinted his eyes. Perhaps this is the beauty in his heart.

The wind rustled the letter paper.

“Charle is back, Akane,” he said softly.

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