Vol 6 Chapter 515

"who am I?"

This problem made Brando daunting. Teana Fiction | 2

Is it Sophie or Brando? Is it Earl Toniger or a descendant of Swordmaster Daruss? Is it the hero of the Eleuins, or the savior appointed by Martha-is it a fool, or a king?

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

Brando watched the high holy white stone intently. The sunlight from the afternoon and Hee slanted on him. The time was like gravel flowing, and the sunlight changed its light; the shadow on the stone wall became vivid. Like a pair of pictures, engraved with unpredictable time.

It was a hero who broke the sky.

A king is taking off the crown.

It was the dusk of a sage.

An idealist's faith.

The quadruple figures overlap each other.

It is like a changing light that finally converges on a person.

Brando stood silently in front of the stele, like a heavy light feather, converged behind him, and finally turned the ordinary into the invisible.

Everyone looked at such a scene, looking at each other, what does the staggered light and shadow on this stele mean-is it an illusion or an inspiration? Who is this young man and how can he attract such wonders?

And among the crowd, only Tumen was affirmative, slightly faint. It's called wisdom and profound calmness, like the future and the mist no longer turn into a heavy curtain, the flame of wisdom splits a path of blood and fire from the dark thorns, because seeing the last of the dawn The light of the moment, so no more fear and confusion.

Brando felt his heart and turned back. One pair is young eyes, one pair is old eyes, one is a student, and the other is a teacher. The young is restrained and enterprising, while the elderly are calm and calm. The millennium's time at this moment is like a passing fire New and old meet each other.

Brando nodded to the old man.

I do n’t dare to thank you.

Maybe these are the two ends of history. Everyone who bears the responsibility will not choose to lie to others.

All the illusions disappeared, and even the rings converged, one by one in their master's hands, restored to their original appearance. But people have forgotten it all, because Brando turned back silently, watching everyone.

who am I?

The question is now answered. He looked at the lion with clear eyes:

"Me, it's Brando."

The scene was silent.

One's momentum overwhelms everything.

After a while, the young lion reacted, but his weakness made him a little bit annoyed, and he snarled, "Brando? I see. You are the Tonigger lord, Eruin So-called hero? "

"The teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!" Haruzer first stood up, glaring at the lion.

"That's just the hero of the Eruin," the Lion said, shaking his head. "This is the seat of the king. What qualifications does he have to stand here?"

"Isn't he king yet?" Princess Magdalen softened in. "Don't you see everything on the stele?"

The young lion took a step back, and he did not expect that no one would support himself, and even the Bugatians and the Silver Elves did not stop it. But his dissatisfaction made him reluctant to give up, and he shouted, "So tell me, where is this Lord Lord?"

Questions echoed over the venue--

The nun princess hesitated and closed her mouth.

Aloz jumped angrily, and the little dragon was about to run away on the spot. But Frofa's eyes caught her arm quickly, shaking her head at her.

"You let go of me, Frofa, I must give the little lion a little color and look!"

"You want to mess up the Alliance, Aloz?"

"Ahhhh!" The mother-in-law yelled angrily.

By the side of Brando, Faina also anxiously looked at Delphin among the crowd, but the prime minister smiled undifferentiatedly, showing her a restless look. But the sweetheart was questioned. How could the poor girl calm down? She was so anxious that she even complained about her close friend.

The Lions thought it was worth it, with a triumphant smile, and proudly said to Brando, "Well, sir, please go back and don't interfere with the normal order of the meeting."

Brando glanced at it.

A voice had already rushed to answer: "I'm afraid he won't go anywhere, Prince Nair-Fisher." It was the Prime Minister Qian Jin's somewhat soft, calm voice, with a sense of wisdom in his words.

"Why?" The young lion turned back and looked at Delphine dissatisfied: "Don't you understand what I mean, woman?"

"Of course I understand what you mean, Your Highness Prince, but I think you didn't understand me, because Your Majesty belongs here."

"Your Majesty?" Nair-Fisher chuckled ‘ha’, “Well, Your Majesty, then Miss, please tell me, where is this gentleman king?”

"He is the king here."

Another voice answered coldly.

Brando turned a little keenly, looking at the crowd unexpectedly.

Nair-Fisher didn't find out the source of the sound for a while, but he didn't have to find out, and replied arrogantly, "The king here? Is this the king of the wilderness? Or the king of Saint Osor?"

The wind elf stood up and glared at him.

The young lion prince knew his words and hurriedly made an apology gesture to the wind elves. But it did not intend to let Brando go, but instead looked in the direction of the Cruzians.

But that firm voice continued: "Because it is neither Manktor nor St. Osor."

"That's funny," Nair Fischer was annoyed with the hidden voice: "So where is this place, do we all not know where we are?"

Two or three chuckles came from the crowd.

Delphin looked at that direction, and smiled lightly, but smiled proudly: "His Royal Highness naturally knows where he is, but he hasn't noticed for a while. Isn't our world named Warnd?"

"King Vaund?"

Nair Fischer showed an exaggerated look, and he laughed twice: "How can I not know that there is such a title in this world-"

But suddenly it couldn't laugh anymore.

Because the Lion Prince saw this time it was the Cruz's turn to stand up and looked at it gloomily; at that moment Nair-Fisher suddenly remembered that it seemed that there was indeed such a title in this world. of.

That is the King of Kings, the King of Kings--

But it only belonged to one person.

That man was named Gilt, a young man from the Great Plains; he was a Cruzian sage, the first master of the Holy Sword Odysseus, but also the King of Fire and the lord of the Holy Alliance. .

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

Everyone's eyes focused on Brando, and for the first time, people felt that the hilt of the sword, which reflected the sun behind them, shone with some burning eyes.

Brando also finally realized that there was nothing wrong, and the answer Delphin gave him seemed to be so unusual. In the eyes of everyone, he went back to find the prime minister, but the latter hid in the crowd with a bright smile, like a conspiracy little devil.

This is how she hopes to see it.

Suddenly the crowd separated, and one person emerged from it.

Brando looked at the master of the voice and stepped back subconsciously-that was the eldest son of the Cruzs. Linarett was slowly stepping out of the crowd, looking at everyone calmly, then taking a crown from his servant.

This action allowed Brando to finally find the answer to that question, that is, what identity did Delphine arrange for him.

But this identity ...

Brando looked at Lenaret silently, his eyes asking:

"why?"

But the eldest son of the emperor only shook his head slightly.

Instead of looking at Brando, he held up the crown with both hands and replied loudly to everyone present: "Even with the testimony of the Fire Lord, the last emperor of the empire referred to one as Cruz's heir before he died. ; Now that Jin Yan ’s faith has not been extinguished, the holy sword Odysseus also owns the new master, so the Cruzians will keep their promise and make him king— "

and so--

"He will be the legal monarch of the Cruzs."

Wow

It's not just the crowd.

At this moment, even the Cruz aristocrats were shaking. People stood up from their positions one by one, and their heads surged for a while.

There was a big noise.

Brando stood like a stone sculpture in the crowd. It turned out that the ring was the legendary sacred ring of sacred flames. The night when he was born in Rusta is vividly remembered. The unwilling look before the Silver Queen was dying was like a slender knife carved into his heart.

That is clearly nostalgia for life.

But why are you still on that path?

He used to wonder.

But it is clear.

Brando turned back silently, glaring at Faina hardly. The young lady of Mehotolphin shrank her neck, knowingly, and whispered anxiously: "Brando, you must accept it."

Brando once again looked at Delphin, the Great Holy See, Walla and the old prime minister, Nederwin, and the Duke of Mehotophen and the Duke of Ludwig, were they all they wanted? Or everything she wants? But if he refuses, it will not only lose Faina and Delphin, but the Cruz will also become a laughing stock.

So what is the answer?

But Brando was asking himself.

At that moment, Prime Minister Qian Jin converged the smile on his face.

She looked up and looked at Brando softly, and there was something plain in her eyes. She pushed him step by step into desperation, but it can also be said that he stepped him to the last step of the throne step by step. So, do you choose to follow your heart, or go down the road to death?

It turned out to be everything.

Brando finally understood what the Silver Queen passed to herself.

He shook his head.

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

"Remember what you said to Haruzer?" Brando whispered to Lerainat. "It's yours, and one day, no one can take it away from you."

Linarett froze and looked up at Brando in a stun.

"I think you will be a good king someday." Brando silently lowered his head and put the crown on his head. Then he turned around, leaving only a back view for the eldest son. At that moment, the venue was a bit unspeakably quiet, and the wind seemed to stop.

The young Lioness stepped back subconsciously, his face paled.

Haruze clenched his fists with excitement. This was his teacher, the man he admired most; no matter how difficult it was, he couldn't knock him down. He is like a living legend that can shine into everyone's reality.

Hopefully, the tinders of civilization fall in the dark, but eventually there will be a hand that will pick them up again. Delphin looked at the scene silently, and for a moment the prime minister turned away and blinked slightly.

Brando came silently to everyone, stopped, and stared at each of them calmly:

"Now I prove why I'm here--"

"Next, as the heir to this supreme throne, and obeying that ancient covenant, I will exercise all my powers-I think it's time to end these red tapes, don't you?"

"So everyone, can you agree?"

The envoys of the nations have some surprises.

What is the supreme throne, does Cruz really think that with a title, he can regain that glory? It's not just the master of the Holy Sword Odysseus, it's the King of Kings, the King of Kings.

But will there be a second Gilt in this world?

But until a firm voice had sounded: "I agree."

Princess Magdal left her seat and yelled at Brando with soft eyes. Then she raised her voice again: "Silver Bay nations, agree."

"Eruin, agree." Haruzer also exclaimed.

"Jiufeng, agree." Phoenix fire replied calmly.

Lord Lorraine Dale suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going, teacher?" Yarut looked at him.

"I'm going to answer a question." Istorville had a smile on his thin face.

He rose from the table and walked to Brando.

"Use the sword, the honorable Lord of the Flames." The King of Lorraindell said with a smile.

Brando froze, but then came to understand and smiled slightly, throwing a glaucome over his hand. Istorville steadily caught the sword, then raised the sword, the light of the sky, shining a dazzling glory on the blade.

"Sacred Sword Sky-!"

The wind elves exploded and screamed.

The elven regent gently held the sword handle, inserted the sword into the ground, then turned around and nodded at Yalta not far away.

"teacher?"

"Ring."

Yaluta looked at the shining holy sword, and then he responded. After removing the wind from his hand, the holy ring was handed over. Istorville picked up the ring and gently placed it on the hilt of the heavenly sword.

One sword and one ring, they complement each other.

Brando watched this scene, and with a smile, he also pulled Odysseus backhand, and inserted the Jinyan blade into the ground. He returned to the head, Delphine had long understood, and placed the ring of the flame on the sword.

The two ordinances stand opposite each other.

The two rings cross each other.

Yalutah took a deep breath and summoned all his courage: "St. Osor, agree."

The crowd was already in an uproar.

Grand Druid stood up in anger, and Funia's small figure smiled aside.

"Ailanta, agree."

Instaron also stood up.

"Madala also uses a sword."

The Lord Black stood in front of Brando and smiled lightly: "Dear Lord, don't come here."

Brando grinned and nodded at him.

The two looked at each other, they were similar to each other, they were rivals, but they also fought side by side; after the sea of ​​death moon and his party, today, fate seems to make them once again allies.

"Thank you," Instaron replied with a smile.

"You're welcome, say hello to Targus on my behalf."

"I will."

Three holy swords, three rings.

Watching this moment, Queen Madara faintly answered, "Madala, agree."

"agree."

"agree."

More and more followers.

The dwarven king Carriffen laughed loudly and looked at the scene with admiration. At the urging of Dilfieri and Manrique, he also held up his warhammer and replied roughly: "Secret Silver Hall, agree. "

The crowd was boiling again.

Many aristocrats from different regions have not yet fully reacted, and do not understand how sacred the Count Tonigel is.

But at this moment, Dilferi had put down his sword box, and Manrique devotedly lifted the holy sword Misol from it. He held up the sword, and then inserted it into the gravel with both hands, and the other three handle The holy sword forms a ring.

Fanzin was uproar.

"Missour, the Holy Blade of Light!" Someone even shouted.

The head of the trial knight staggered to his feet and stared at the scene dumbfounded. However, with the reminder of others, he remembered that he gave a ring to his servant, who held the ring of light in his heart and trot all the way, placing it on the hilt of the holy sword.

The Knights of Gray Hughes raised his hand: "Faenza, agree!"

The four holy swords, shining in front of the holy white stone.

"Look, that's the sword of the shallow seas!" The people of Hazel suddenly got excited, because they saw another sword, a sword that appeared in Brando's hands, the light blue blade. , As cast by crystal, faint and cold, that is the frost chant Xin Na.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect it to really exist!"

"The Lord's relic is a symbol of the holy sword of the shallow sea!"

Suddenly, the people of Hazel realized what they were looking up and looked at Brando.

Brando also looked at the people of these crystal dragons of knowledge and turned the sword back: "Hazel, remember your commitment thousands of years ago, are you willing to return to this sacred covenant?"

"We are willing." The Great Prophet had stood up first.

Brando only stumbled.

Five holy swords--

Above the sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom flashed an indescribably beautiful luster above the ring face.

At this moment, people finally set their sights on the Lion of Torquain, and the Lions stood up embarrassedly-of course, they knew who the Haremian Sword of the Earth was in. But their prince, His Royal Highness Nair Fisher, had previously made things difficult for the new King of Fire, how could the other side give up this opportunity to humiliate them?

Nair Fisher also clenched his fists and stood in humiliation.

It can choose to leave, but the golden-maned lion's previous efforts will be reduced to fly ash, its heart is full of unwillingness, it is clear that step is approaching now, but just because of his own mistakes have made everything into a bubble ?

The young lion warrior looked up at Brando and was ready to bow his head.

What it saw, however, were serious and sincere eyes.

"So, what about the Earth Temple?"

Nair Fisher opened his mouth wide.

Cardiff, the dwarven king, suddenly turned his head and stared at Torquain's allies. At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that even the nobles around them held their breath.

"We ..." Nair Fisher's green eyes looked at the young man in disbelief, and Earl Toniger, who had never been in his eyes: "... We agree."

Brando raised his hand gently.

So after a lapse of a thousand years, Harangya, the sword of the earth, finally returned to the hands of the Torquinians. The young lion warrior gasped for breath, almost with some unreal illusions. He gently sniffed his nose and felt the real breath of Chongshan and Earth in his hand.

Douda's tears suddenly burst out.

Nair Fisher snarled, and at this moment the warrior of the lion finally understood what the tears were like, and why the blood and tears of countless ancestors would flow for thousands of years.

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

"The glory you deserve," Istorville whispered as he watched the scene, "but still needs to defend."

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

At this point, only the last part of the world of order is missing.

Six sacred swords, obliquely long shadows, silent narration is like an epic. That is the stacking of countless times, the interweaving of heroes and legends. Every sword, every master, every era, every name that can sing and sing into the hearts of people at this moment.

Until the Bugatians entered, Solomon, the king of wizards, dropped the hammer.

"Bugat, agree."

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

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

But the center of all eyes is on the back of the young man who is not tall. The lower corner of Count Brando's windbreaker fluttered with the wind above the field, and his arrogant long, quiet expression, like a sculpture, became eternal at this moment.

That is also the back of an era.

The same young.

Also holding the holy sword.

Same conviction.

And it's equally fearless.

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