Vol 3 Chapter 185

Final moment of Act 185 (1)

Brando didn't expect Andesa to have a helper here. Although the old man said that several people on the other side of the mist were not necessarily on the side of the shepherd, it was not necessarily a good person to get together with the withering lord.

All in all this is not good news.

"How much time do I have, Master William." He asked back.

The old man's wise eyes penetrated the fog and looked across the valley. He opened a dimension hole in the air and pulled out a silver staff from it:

"Andesa seems to be frightened by the head wolf Esis, but she is the shepherd's withering lord after all. I think I will soon respond. You can only have a few minutes at most."

Brando nodded. The wizard leader meant that he had not much time left, and had to open the door to Valhalla before Andersa could react.

He looked back, and the gate of Valhalla stood between the valleys.

The artificial wall made of this rock is so majestic, it was built here by the great craftsman Del Ruha and led by many ancestors. The ancient black stone wall for 13 thousand years seems to pass through the ancient laws and history. The dust, quietly located here, reappeared in their field of vision.

Behind the diffuse mist--

The epic says that the multi-ethnic writings on the gate are sculpted with poems praising light and fire. At this moment, those strange words are on the cold black wall, and the mysterious pattern is like a hanging sky.

Staring at the sky, it gave people an illusion that would fall down at any time, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The three approached the giant door slowly—putting their hands on this elaborate masterpiece, and the icy rocks responded with a shaking power, as if it was a lingering temperature left by thousands of years ago .

Knifes and halberds hoared across the world, shouting and killing filled the five senses of people, as if covered with blood, dripping from black rocks and dry land, and finally the bell of fate of the pendulum island rang through the sky, a cyan beam Straight into the sky.

The dragon opened its wings, blocking the sun's rays, and darkness brought the next era.

Brando shook his head before suddenly waking up from this illusion, and the weight of history weighed him down. He shone brightly on his forehead, and turned back with cold sweat, facing the old silver pupil of silver.

William smiled.

"Not everyone is aware of this history. The azure knight smashing the sky has brought us a new world. The dragon of dusk has fallen to the ground. The long-term suffering has ended, but people have lost their honor." The old man smiled. Said quietly.

If it is still in the past, Brando may be interested in joining the sentence: "The suffering is not over, and people have not lost their honor. There is always oppression in this world, and heroes do not exist in people's imagination. , But the times need him-"

This is a standard answer to inspire the plot.

But here Brando is in no mood to discuss the myths of the past and the difficult times of the present with the leader of the Silver League. He has already passed the age of committing the second disease and has no need for Wen Qing. The sparkling sharp sword made him feel the urgency of time.

Especially since the sword is now in the hands of the enemy, Andersa is pressing hard.

He just glanced at William Pist, and then asked, "Funiya, do you feel anything?"

"I feel like a voice is calling me, Brother Brando." Funia closed her eyes and said nervously, her little white hand on the dark rock, with a slight contrast.

"What does it say?"

"The key in the door, the light of the stars, the ancient spirit, the guardian king."

"This is a sentence from Druid's thorny poem. This may be a secret word. Did the druids teach you this doctrine?"

"No, I only studied" The Way of Nature ... "Brother Brando."

"I learned this in three months?"

"I'm sorry ..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault, anyway, these **** guys' time-wasting ability didn't even change them," Brando resisted the urge to curse: "Perhaps their life cycle is too long, Let them learn the ills of the elves. "

"You know druids and elves?" William asked casually, and the young man always surprised him.

But Brando had no time to answer him, he was remembering some documentary and strategy about Valhalla. Because the memory is too old for a long time, he can only remember some broken fragments, but now he has to rely on these fragments to save his life.

"I don't know if this is it," Brando replied, "you are the key in the door, Funia. Tell it that you are a man walking on the earth with a scepter of forests and mountains, and you are God-given authority The daughter among mortals is the elect who is favored by ancient spirits. "

Funia stared at him with wide eyes.

William also clutched his silver croissant with one hand and squinted at the scene.

"Just read me--"

"The spirit of the door."

"The spirit of the door—" Funia took a breath, and then read aloud, "I am the one who walks the earth with the scepter of forests and mountains, and is the daughter of God who has authority among mortals. Elected by ancient spirits. "

The two sang one, the little girl's voice was immature, but it was full of infinite power.

"and so?"

The door suddenly made a rumbling sound, in response to a huge sound, sounding like a rolling thunder, running through the vast fog in everyone's heart.

Funia's eyes lit up suddenly, and she looked at her Brando brother in disbelief in surprise.

Faina even lost her voice: "Brando, it talks ..."

William narrowed his eyes slightly, his silver eyes narrowed into a line.

"So?" Funia asked puzzledly.

"So please open your door—" Brando said.

"Please open your door!" Funia shouted.

But the voice echoed in the valley, and this time the door remained motionless.

"What's wrong?" Faina asked.

"The conditions aren't right." Brando frowned, and the text on the forum turned pages in his mind like lightning, but the more nervous he was, the more blurred the text was.

After all, it was almost ten years ago.

The old man turned his head, this subtle action did not escape Faina's eyes. The young lady could not help anxious: "Hurry up-"

"Shut up!" Brando said angrily.

"You--" Fayina stared angrily, but she knew who was in control here, not to mention her small life was in the hands of the other side, so she could only sigh and not turn her head away.

"Brown, brother, the door is talking to me," said Funia suddenly.

"What?" Brando snapped. "What?"

"It asked me, what about the guardian king?"

What about the king?

When Brando's eyes lighted up, he suddenly understood, and immediately put his hand on the rock wall. It turns out that the king is the sole owner of Valhalla, the king of forests and mountains.

Because Funia, as the daughter of the forest, is the keeper of the scepter of the mountains and the forest.

One day, however, the custodian would give the scepter to its owner. The king held the scepter and ruled the vast territory under the Hall of Heroes and Valhalla, as described in the legend.

Brando put his hand on the stone wall and said in his heart:

"Historical spirits and princes, I am willing to take your sword and protect this land, so that darkness is not covered on the earth, and order will never break the mist of chaos-"

"If this is the responsibility, please let me take over this responsibility; if this is the crown of glory, please the first kings to crown me personally."

"Because of this light, Bi will break through this heavy cloud and sprinkle it on the earth."

"Just like the ancestors saw above the dark wilderness."

"Thousand years later, the sacred vows remain—"

For some reason, the lines in this game were spoken by himself at this moment, but the words were as heavy as a mountain, as if carved in his heart.

The door was silent for a moment.

Then an old voice said:

"Hopefully, successor."

Then Brando and Funia felt an invisible force bounced off the door, and they both took a step back and looked up at the giant door.

There was a faint sound inside the giant gate.

The sound was like a thunderous thunder from the clouds on the horizon. At first, it was so weak that it could hardly be captured by ears, but then it gradually turned into a boundless wave, banging into a rumble.

The earth shuddered.

The broken stone shuddered on the black ground, as if a clown danced on the obsidian ground, dancing frantically, making a sound of Kerala.

Faina was so frightened that she bumped into a rock without realizing it, and the wizard leader William couldn't help squinting to see the spectacular scene.

The huge stone gate is slowly opening a gap.

After the gap was dark, a wind blew from the inside, blowing the long hair before everyone's forehead. But the wind did not have the smell of dusty moldy, just with a hint of thick breath.

The kind comes from the thick between the stone walls and under the dust.

Then the surroundings calmed down, and there seemed to be a terrible monster hidden in the black hole behind the door, and Brando took a breath.

"Isn't we going in ... Brando ..." Faina opened her mouth and looked at the door opening a gap, and the black hole behind the gap, asked stuttering.

She stared closely at the door, and when it opened, it made a long sound like a tweet from the abyss of the black hole, completely destroying her psychological defense, so that the girl's face was white.

"You can't go in, anyway, there might be monsters that are more terrible than Andesa." Brando said, as he put away the blue sky, and then pulled the sword of the earth from behind.

"You, you, don't scare me, I and I will not be afraid of this ..." The noble Qian Jin was about to cry.

Brando glanced at him, turned back and patted Fonya on the shoulder, and led the little girl in.

"Master Williams ..." Faina watched Brando walk in, turning back patheticly.

"Little girl, your Lord Lord is right. No one knows what dangers may exist in ancient ruins. It is entirely possible that you may think that the danger before may be a kindness."

"He is not my lord--"

"Oh yes, you don't have to worry about his safety even so." The old mage replied with a smile, he supported his staff and was ready to walk in.

Our aristocratic lady's face was red and white, but she watched Brando and the old mage walk in one after another, and only gritted his teeth to follow--

She didn't know if Brando was scaring him, but in any case the potential threat was always inferior to the actual danger. As we all know, human beings are always a little clever creature.

"Not to mention that the old man was right. Although he and I were unrelated, but it saved my life after all, I can't let him go like this-at least the pride of the Cruzians prevented me from doing so."

"Yes, that's right!" Miss Noble convinced herself in just one second. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to *** (***. ***) to vote for recommendation, ***, your support is my greatest motivation.)