Vol 5 Chapter 173

Brando was so good at telling him that he had finally deceived Andrieg into letting the vampire princess let him go, and then he met the 'cocoon' of the imprisoned schoolmate under the leadership of Matissa. A giant light cocoon is suspended between two ancient white oak trees, about eleven or two feet high, and two people can be embraced together. It is half human height above the ground and has a spindle shape. There is a curvaceous woman inside. Vaguely, it can be seen that Nimesis, the female knight.

Brando looked up at the light cocoon, walked over and touched the surface tentatively with his hand. The soft light penetrated the palm of his hand. The temperature came from the surface similar to the human body. Although the light body was very soft, it was extremely Toughness is obviously not so easily destroyed. The slightly weaker Metis tells everything that happened before. Andrea and Modesfis follow the same path as Bai Yan, but take one step late, so they only see when they reach the ground. The light cocoon and the unconscious Hipamila fell aside.

"Andrea, she found this thing around here." Metissa said as she took out a slate, which is exactly the same branding war slate that Brando had seen under the tomb, but the slate At this moment, the luster of the metal has been lost, it has become gray and the surface pattern has disappeared a lot. This is clearly what the heritage within the war slate was after the excited energy disappeared, and Brando knew what was happening when he saw the slate.

He was relieved. Looking at the light cocoon, he replied: "It seems that Ms. Nimesis should have accidentally triggered this slate, so she has inherited the slate. This light cocoon should be the self-protection mechanism of the war slate. Then there is no problem. Now. "

"Are you okay?" Medisa asked a little unsurely. After all, she had never known these things compared to Brando.

"No problem," Brando said affirmatively, "but her condition should last for a while. It will be enough for Metisha to stay and take care of Ms. Nimesis, and I will arrange for Andreas to stay. Come down to accompany you, there should be no more powerful enemies in the vicinity, you few are more than enough to protect each other. "

Meditating slightly, she noticed the potential meaning in this sentence, and she looked up and asked, "Lord Lord. Are you leaving?"

Brando then remembered that Medisa was called by herself halfway through and didn't know what happened to Yura, so she explained it to her in detail. Meditha frowned, apparently the sudden appearance of the undead was also unexpected. She pondered for a moment before answering: "Although Miss Delphin and I thought about Her Majesty's other cards, I didn't expect it to be undead. Fortunately, Youra and Lord Lord, you discovered their layout in advance, otherwise We may really be caught off guard, and we need to respond quickly. "

"So you stay and inform Shire. Be prepared for the port side," Brando said. "But you don't have to worry too much. It's not the step you imagined. According to your sister, Bai The Legion of the Army should try to use the rule fragments to change the order in the area around Fatan, and transform it into a state of eternal night. In the absence of sunlight and the dual blessing of the land of the dead, the undead will be strengthened unprecedentedly, and humans will Trapped in a sudden solar eclipse. Their abacus was a good one, but the key pieces of Fattan Harbor's rules are now in our hands. I won't let them.

He heard a sudden brow and said, "Master, I have an idea."

"Ok?"

"In fact, before that, Miss Delphin and I were going to be better off. Rather than waiting for the Silver Queen to line up, it would be better to attack first and disrupt their plans. Strategically, the offense was more aggressive than the defense. The initiative is now in our hands. Why don't we take this opportunity to do more? "

Brando is interested, he is not good at war, it is OK to command a battle, but it is a bit stretched to rise to the strategic level. Fortunately, there was also Metisa, a silver elf princess who had personally participated in and directed the battle of the saints. It is more than enough to cope with the current situation. It is an overkill. It must be known that this is the most famous general a thousand years ago. The war in that era was full of flames, which is far from comparable now.

Meditis smiled mysteriously: "Master Lord is going to **** part of the authority of the undead artifact."

Brando nodded and listened to Yura's description that the undead army should be in control of a part of the authority of the undead artifact to control thousands of skeletons marching in the mountains. Thousands of skeletons were worthless in his eyes, but he was very interested in the undead artifact. Even if it had only part of the authority, maybe he could get something from it, so he nodded and agreed when he heard about Yura's plan. .

"We can give the White Legion a fake show and do it. Then we can count it. With luck, maybe we can directly solve the dilemma under the port of Fattan." Matissa replied.

When Brando heard it, he understood the plan of the little silver elf princess. He raised his eyebrows slightly and thought about the feasibility of the plan in his mind. Get excited. He took a breath and said in a deep voice: "In this case, we must first guard against leaking news. Cruz are unlikely to let your sister to act alone. They are likely to have a small garrison near here. I must deal with it. these people."

Meditha nodded and asked, "Master Lord, are you okay by yourself, if I need to go, or should I call Mr. Shire?"

Brando shook his head. "Shal just left him in the port, and you and Hipamila came out. I must leave someone there in case of an emergency. As for you, stay here and heal yourself, this is the order of the lord. . "

"But I have used holy water, and the wound has healed long ago. At best, it is just a little weak. Although there is no way to fight, the power of the brigade mage can still be used." Matissa argued weakly. Speaking of the injury, Brando couldn't help but look at her chest. The original shock wound had gradually healed under the powerful effect of Holy Water. Now there are only large expanses of white skin under the broken armor, and it has just begun. Developmental attractive curves.

Brando coughed, suddenly embarrassed.

Only then did Mattish notice that her lord's look was not right. When she looked down, she immediately became dizzy. She bit her lip and quickly blocked the exposed spring with her hands. If you change to someone else, it will inevitably get angry in this situation, but Matissa can't say anything with her usual temperament, and the atmosphere between the two is a little awkward for a while.

After a while, Brando whispered, "Relax. My little princess, I have already arranged it, and I will not joke about Yura's safety, you should understand."

Medic said a hum, as a response.

But after a while, she still whispered uneasily: "If you bring Andrea with you, she can still fight."

Brando still shook his head: "No need, neither you nor Medfis are fighting, Hipamila is unconscious. Only Andric has some fighting power among you, and I can rest assured that she is here." At the end, he looked up at the entrance to the other side of the valley: "Madala's bones should come in that direction, and the Cruzs won't be too far ..."

Meditha also looked at the entrance to the other side of the valley. The verdant valley reflected the intoxicating green in the sun, and she said suddenly, "Maybe someone can help you, Lord Lord."

"Who?" Brando looked back.

"That bone rack, you won't forget it. Lord Lord."

"Crot, is it alive?" Brando finally remembered the poor worm. Quite surprised.

"Yes, and Sir Lawson wants to see you too."

Brando froze, then nodded, and the two of them fell into silence for a moment, as if they understood that one of the problems had not yet been explained, but the two were jealous of each other's minds. Unwilling to speak. After a while, Brando said quietly, "Medissa, your sister ..."

"I already know that," Medisa shook her head vigorously. "No need to say. Lord Lord."

Brando looked at the silver elf girl, and Mattissa lowered her head, and he was a little upset. "Really nothing?"

Meditha was silent for a while before she said, "After the Silver Elves die, they will go to a place called Alfheim, which is the sacred and peaceful valley of the Holy Silver Valley. The spiritual belonging of our Silver Elves will one day, I'll see my sister there, as well as my father and mother, and they're just one step ahead of me to that gorgeous paradise. "

"Although it sounds good, I hope that Meditha can stay with me forever and live in this world."

"Master Lord, you don't really comfort people," Meditis almost laughed at him. "Moreover, Lord Lord will grow old, and I will leave the Lord one day."

"That's okay, I'll accompany you to that Yalfheim by that time."

"That won't work, that's the holy land of the silver elves, you are a human being, you can't get in."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm a travelling mage, can't I cross the plane?"

"... You are wayward, sir."

...

This was Brando's second time to see the Templar's undead. He sat with his head down under a towering white rock, as if in meditation, a long cloak, the end dragged to the ground, The beautiful red color is like the end of a flowing hero. A rusty sabre was inserted in front of it, and a beam of golden sunlight shot down from the treetop, shining on the hilt. The gem on the hilt was shining, as if to say that one came from the passage of time. s story.

Sir Lawson sat on the sword, and his injuries seemed to have healed at least on the surface, at least on the surface, but the golden flames in his eyes were much darker.

"You're here, young knight." It was with the arrival of Brando that Rosenson raised his head. The golden crown was shining on the deeply sunken skull.

"I'm not a knight," Brando showed the Earth Sword, which he could hardly find. "I'm a warrior, a swordsman, but not a knight."

"It's the same. With the passing of life, time has different meanings in my eyes. The past understanding no longer binds some eternal meanings." The undead replied: "In my eyes, the knight is not an identity, but a This is a noble symbol, it symbolizes someone who has a certain pursuit. I can see your attachment. Why do you deny it? I don't think it will embarrass you. "

Brando was silent. "Where's your lady. Dear Mr. Knight?" He looked around, but did not see the soul of Lorisen's lover, nor the shadow of the crumbling knight, Crote.

"She left, and the world has only **** to her, even my love is the same, but she finally has peace and relief. This is thanks to you." The voice of the undead was as calm as a dream.

Brando smiled. "No thanks, I'm not aimless. Besides, the result is pretty good. Your guardian finally makes sense."

"I'm leaving too," replied the undead. "I can feel a voice calling me, my soul is about to return to eternity, and this world presents a variety of meanings in front of me, making me can't help recalling my own Era. The Cruz Valley was evergreen in that era, and Biye was like a dream. We can chase our beliefs and dreams as much as we can ... "

Brando quietly listened to Luo Ruisen's story about his past, like a dying old man, slowly telling the story behind the time, young knight, shining faith, frustration and resistance, and even waiting for his life , Supporting such a belief in silence. It's gleaming will.

The undead finished the story quietly, then looked up. Staring at Brando with beating golden soul flames.

"I'm leaving, but before I leave, I will give you a gift," said the undead slowly, "please come to me, young knight."

Brando froze slightly, surprised to see the deadly face of Rorison facing his eyes. Did not reveal any malice. Brando hesitated, but still came to Lawson, and the undead suddenly stood up and stretched out his bone-wrapped hand to lift the sword from the ground, but it did not make an attack. Brando relaxed after a moment. The undead held up his sword, and gently placed the tip of his sword on Brando's shoulder.

"Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young knight?"

"It will be with you for the rest of your life," the undead replied loudly, "I have nothing else, but some insights from my lifetime. These past memories have long lost their meaning to me, but I hope they will have something for you. help."

With this sentence, Brando suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery was dissipating like gravel in the wind. A wave of somber sounds came from all directions. He looked up and found out that there was no Roryson undead. He was alone. A man is in the center of a temple, kneeling on one knee, with huge floor rose windows on all sides, a beam of pure white light falling through the hole in the empty vault above his head, falling right on his side. On the ground, it looks like a huge spot of light falling in the dark.

The sight was not clear at all in the darkness around, as if it was a row of benches in the chapel, and it was unknown whether there was anyone sitting on it. The sound of whispers came from all directions, gathered together, humming, as if it were Talking, it seems to be watching.

Brando suddenly understood that this scene was the scene of the knight's undead, and it was probably one of the few most memorable scenes in his life, but as time passed, the original clear memory became Blurred, the audience in this temple, like the photos washed away by water, has been faded to almost no trace, but only what happened in the center of this temple is always engraved in its memory. Wear marks.

This is heritage

The knight's beliefs and ideals, Luo Ruisen intends to give him the most important things, it once got all this on the same occasion, and today he returned the power that belongs to the knight in the same form. In Sword of Amber, this is also a rare but impossible opportunity. The skills mastered by these living heroes are far from those of ordinary goods available everywhere. The key is that after incorporating personal understanding and perception, these skills Mostly unique, Brando never dreamed that he could accidentally trigger a hidden task.

He didn't know if he was becoming less and less sensitive to the things in the game, or was assimilated too much by this world. This task line should be put in the past, he should have been aware of it. At the moment of his appearance, he should probably be aware of it, but he did not. Until then, everything was taken for granted, as if it happened naturally.

He saw a bright white light in front of him, and the figure in the white light could not see his face, as if there were many faces overlapping, some were familiar to him, even he had seen before, but some He was unfamiliar and never appeared in memory. These familiar or unfamiliar faces overlapped each other, they opened their mouths together and recited something in a common voice. Brando heard this voice as if he could hear it clearly, but it seemed to be buzzing. Noisy, until a piece of memory came into his mind.

The shining knight stands on a hill.

The banner is like a forest, and the mountain is like a tide.

The sharp sword flickered coldly.

Brando seemed to see himself and see Rosenson's life, and then he naturally understood the origin of this skill

The illusions suddenly disappeared, the emerald-like background color of the forest returned to his vision, he was still standing under the white giant rock, the woodland was still green like a dream, and Luo Ruisen's sword was still inserted quietly In front of him, but the knight's undead was long gone, and only the afternoon sun was shining brightly in the forest, dotted with dots of light on the meadow.

A long cloak lay on the grass with the breath of its Lord before his life, as blood and dazzling.

There was only a monotonous tone in Brando's head echoing: "Acquire the Templar Mystery, Holy Baptism."

He groaned for a long while before picking up the cloak on the ground silently, and then gently covering it on Luo Ruisen's sword, then pulled out the sword of the earth, and carved a line of flying text on the rock with the tip of the sword:

This is a tomb of a knight. His life has guarded love and faith. His loyalty and ideal may not be known to the world, but the valley is evergreen and the faith lasts.

... (to be continued ...)