Vol 6 Chapter 519

After a brief riot, calm returned to the tent. The emergence of the Orb of Wind has made everyone see hope, as if there is a hand pushing it all, but people are more willing to believe that it is Lord Martha's blessing for her people, maybe the victory of the war is not Is unexpected. The hearts of the crowd calmed down, and Nair-Fisher asked, "So what is the last sword?"

"Sword of Nature."

"Can we find this sword in a short time, I mean, ahead of the dusk dragon and head wolf Esis?"

"About the holy sword of nature," Brando replied, "the scepter of nature and the spirit of the holy sword, as I have described before, have started separately outside the realm of elements and the stagnation realm, and the holy sword itself should now It's in Rubik. "

The Great Holy See, Vara asked, "Rubik, is that desert kingdom?"

"Exactly, the gravekeeper has guarded the sword for generations. I also learned this by chance, but two friends vowed to assure us that they would bring the sword back, and I believe them." Lando thought of Adeni and Naguire, and they should already be on their way to Eruin.

There was a commotion, and the dwarven king Karifen asked, "How can you say, aren't the seven swords together?"

Even Solomon seemed a little surprised. Everyone was determined to find the seven holy swords, but they did not expect that the surprise would come so fast. When Brando bowed his head by default, several people in the tent looked at the Lord of the Flames. A trace of what-that is the master of the seven holy swords, what it means behind, self-evident.

Everyone, including Cardiff, the dwarven king, and Solomon, the king of wizards, stood up together and owed themselves in this direction, both for Warnde and for the authority given to Martha.

Brando said nothing.

The plan was set and the meeting came to an end--

It was almost dawn when leaving. In the camp of Heidongdong, only a few wind-showing lights are swaying in the darkness. The last star of the eastern sky is sinking under the horizon. The sky has been faintly blue, and the wind at night passes through the wilderness of Manktor. Shouting, with the chill approaching autumn twilight, only Antitina and Delphine were waiting in the cold wind. They saw Brando from a distance, and the lady staff stepped forward to meet the prime minister. He followed with a smile.

"Don't you tell me to go to rest first?" Brando looked at his lady staff with a painful distress, thinking of the possibility that she might be shaking in the cold wind all night, and he took off his coat and covered it in Antiti. Na. Delphine gestured to him with a clever smile on his side-‘me? ’, But Brando gave him a bad look.

Antitina grasped the Lord's coat tightly with her hands, perhaps because of the temperature rise, her face was a little flushed, long eyelashes fluttered, and there was some softness in the eyes reflecting the light: "I was going back, but I couldn't sleep horizontally. I got a report in the middle of the night and came back."

"Where is she?" Brando motioned to the prime minister, who was wearing a thick mink fur coat and grinning.

"Miss Delphine, she has just arrived," Antitina replied truthfully.

Delphin tilted his head with a smile, and didn't care.

Although Brando had expected this, this woman likes to dress poorly. If Antitina is not there, she must pretend to be standing here all night. But seeing the latter's face was blown a little white, his heart was slightly soft, anyway, the other party at least came, didn't he?

He took out another coat from the suspended celestial sphere, and covered the Delphin in the same way, and the prime minister gave him a look of affection, giving Brando a rush.

The three walked in the darkness, leaving only the rustling footsteps under their feet. For a while, no one had spoken actively, as if enjoying this unspeakable moment of silence; people often said that when they are silent, they can feel others' In his heart, Brando's heart seemed to feel this way at the moment. He could hear the pulsating beats of two thin and delicate hearts, Antitina and Delphine. One was slightly faster, the other was gentle and long. That seemed to be the silent words of two girls with different personalities, telling him something.

He didn't know if Antietina and Delphine had the same feelings as him, but the lady and the prime minister didn't say a word, as if they had tasted the peace at this moment.

Until a series of footsteps came from behind, and the heavy steps were soft with felines, Brando knew who was catching up. "Mr. Brando!" Nell-Fisher shouted in the back, and when he saw the two people around Brando, the big man suddenly understood something, and stopped a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry , Lord Yan, bother you ... "

Brando turned to look at the lion prince, and Antitina and Delphin also stopped with him. Nair-Fisher is tall, even taller than Brando, but Brando can always keep the usual when looking at the opponent, and the Lion Prince will even feel that he is lowering the opponent.

"In private," Brando smiled. "It doesn't matter if you call me Brando, in fact, I prefer the name."

Nair-Fisher nodded, and a beautiful girl stepped out from behind-she gave Delphin a curious look, then quietly took the lion prince's hand.

"What's wrong with me, Prince Nair?" Brando also looked at the girl with a curious look. The other seemed to be a Cruz, but how could he be with the lion prince-seeing them both? It's still a couple relationship. There is a little visual impact of beauty and the beast.

However, Prince Nair seems to be more in line with human aesthetics, especially the burly body. Even the face of the lion is full of resolute handsomeness. It has eyes that are as bright as emeralds, and it is full of bravery and courage, plus its identity and strength, it is not surprising that human girls are enthralled.

But in front of Brando, the heroic and courageous lion prince was a little shy, as if he were a boy. It once looked down on the Lord of the Flames, who was born in the Eruin. The Eruin seemed to be weaker than the Cruz. What heroes can this old kingdom have?

But the sword of the earth changed everything.

That's not just powerful, but broad-minded. As for the strength of Your Lord Yan, enough to kill a demon king, you don't need to repeat it. Powerful but not arrogant. This is a quality that is almost sage. His inherited holy sword, Odysseus, is not just the inheritance of the King of Flames, but also the same wisdom and vision.

Such a hero is really heartbreaking.

At this moment, Nair-Fisher had already admired Brando. For a moment, he seemed to be swayed. In the past, the brave and fearless lion warrior stuttered and couldn't speak, until the girl around him shook its hand, and the lion prince reacted.

With only one eye left, his eyes became firm.

"His Lord of Flames," Nair Fisher said loudly, "I came to apologize for the rudeness at that time. You are a true hero. I am ashamed of my words."

Brando froze slightly, not expecting the Lion Prince to return to the old matter so solemnly.

"At the time, I didn't really care."

"I know you don't care, but if I do n’t say these words, I think I will regret it forever," said the Lion Prince firmly. "I just want to face my heart, Lord Yan, the true courage is Don't be afraid of my inner heart--because I hope that one day, I can become a hero like you! "

Brando had some interest.

He has seen many people who think they are high, but none of them is truly powerful, even the Queen of Silver. Some of them regard stubborn self-use, stubbornness as steadfastness, and recklessness and abuse of power as courage, but these people do not even dare to look directly into their hearts. A person who cannot take responsibility can never become King's.

But what is a hero?

He asked, "What do you think is a hero, Prince Nair?"

"Hero, naturally is the one who can turn the tide in despair and save everything, just like you, Lord Yan. He must shine in history and be remembered by future generations—like the stars in the night sky , The fascination of eternity. "The Lion Prince replied without hesitation.

But Brando shook his head: "I don't think so."

Nair Fisher looked at him with his mouth wide open.

"It's okay, that's just my personal opinion," Brando laughed. "Anyway, I hope that one day you can be the hero in your mind."

The Lion Prince nodded heavily.

Watching the back of the Lion Prince sink into the darkness.

Antitina asked softly, "What is the Lord's hero?" Listening to this question, Delphine looked curiously in this direction. Her beautiful face was illuminated by the light of the roadside lantern. A dark, purple eye blinked with a few doubtful lights.

"There are no heroes, Antitina," Brando replied.

"No hero?" Antitina stunned.

But for Antitina's second question, Brando chose to remain silent. After a while, he changed the subject and said, "Who is that girl?"

"Duke Strike's daughter," Delphin said, looking curiously at Brando: "She's not inferior to my beauty, and so is her mind. What's wrong, suddenly asking this?"

"Just a little curious," Brando replied, "I look like she knows you."

The prime minister concealed his smile and said, "She sees me as a nail in the eye and naturally knows me."

Brando couldn't help but glance at her, and had a preliminary understanding of the noble ladies' circle in his heart-like the relationship between Faina and Delphine, which is indeed relatively rare in this circle . Perhaps only the little princess Mehotophen, who is fierce on the surface but practically indisputable, can accept the ingenious ‘good friend’ of the prime minister.

Speaking of this time, Delphine used poor Faina again, and the latter seems to have no knowledge yet. To push him to the position of King of Flames, Delphine only proposed, but in the eyes of the noble Cruz, Faina was the planner from the beginning to the end, and also the plan's implementer. I am afraid that there are very few people except a few people. Someone knows that there is a prime minister behind the scenes.

But unfortunately, people who realize this will either not say it, or they will be Delphine's parents, such as the old prime minister. The prime minister so easily concealed himself behind the scenes, and curated this great drama that changed Cruz-and even the entire history of Warnde.

"Don't let Fayna get into politics anymore," thinking of this, Brando couldn't help but say, "You know she's not cooperating with this, this time for a reason, but it has caused her dissatisfaction among the nobility. "

"What, heartache?" Delphine laughed.

Brando glared at her again.

He was silent, no longer paying attention to the prime minister, beware of the latter having to make inroads. He knew that although his lady-in-chief didn't say anything, she was very jealous of the prime minister. Fortunately, Delphin seemed to know this and never crossed the line easily.

She is like a special outsider, always outside the system of Valhalla, but not too far away-in fact it is getting closer, even Princess Griffin and Freya Occasionally, she began to accept her presence, and even discussed with her something about the kingdom. Fortunately, Brando was also an emperor at the moment. As his side, Delphien had also been acquiesced by the high-ranking empire, including the Prime Minister of Old Nederland and the Great Holy See Walla. Insincere.

After a while, Brando asked again, "What's the report about that report?"

Antitina, who was tightly wrapped in his coat, looked up, blinked slowly, and then reacted-quickly lowered her head and replied, "It's the witches' report."

Brando understood at once: "Did that plan be implemented?"

"Well," Ms. Chancellor nodded. "Because of the support of the Bugatians, although there are some objections, the response is not too great, much better than we expected in advance. Maybe two or three years later, you can see To the initial effect, but many people still don't understand why we should do this? "

Brando sighed, a faint white gap had appeared in the sky, Chen Hui was reflected in his dark eyes, his eyes looked a little distant.

"Just to prepare in advance."

"Ready?" Antitina asked. "What are you going to prepare for, we will use them in our battle with the Twilight Dragon?"

"No, it's for the next era."

"The next era ...?" Antitina froze for a moment, and she stood for a moment, only to find Brando ahead of her, and then chased up quickly. She didn't know how to judge her mood at this moment, maybe it was a bit stunned, but she was a little happy, as if everything had returned to the original point, just like when they first met—when people are still confused but at a loss, even in the moment of despair, Only this man firmly believes in the future.

Facts have proved his correctness.

So this time?

What about the next era? She was suddenly envious, because people didn't even know if they could live to see the advent of that era. There is no doubt that many people would die in such a war and become an unknown monument-perhaps for future generations. Admiration, but it may be turned into nothingness and dust like the history of the world.

Only he still believed.

Antitina chased after him, and rarely asked, "Lord Lord, what will the next era be like?"

Brando was silent for a moment and said to the two, "Perhaps it was a mortal era, and that era may be a lot different than it is now, but people may remember you, Antitina."

"I?"

"Your work," Brando suddenly asked, "has it succeeded?"

"Ah!" Miss Chancellor screamed in surprise, her eyes were filled with a thin layer of water vapor, she might never have imagined that joy would fill her heart so simply and directly, just as she did not expect It turned out that Brando had never forgotten.

That's where her ideals and interests lie, to change the world with the power of magic.

Even if she has never mentioned this to outsiders, her affairs are actually a responsibility to her Lord Lord, and only this tiny dream is everything she loves wholeheartedly, not only inherited With her dreams, she continues to miss her family.

"It's just a small success, but there are still a lot of shortcomings. In dozens of experiments, this is the only accident." The first time the lady responded like a helpless girl.

Delphien, who drew the two behind them, watched the scene with interest.

Brando shook his head: "It is accidental without success. Although it is still crude, it has opened a new page in history."

Antitina blushed.

Not shy, but because I feel too shameful. She never thought that her work would have such a historical status. If this sentence was not spoken by Brando, it would be ridiculous. In this field, in the face of the Hazel, as a master, she How could one dare to say that history has been changed by an infamous Eruin who invented such a small thing?

This is indeed a mockery declaration.

But she didn't know that Brando was not predicting the future, but was determined to see it all-for Eruin, for the world, what this moment means. Perhaps decades later, people will realize how important October is in Swift's history.

That's the story of a gray crystal.

In the second half of the year, a far-reaching plan began to be implemented in many parts of central Warnd.

A number of new colleges have been established in Saint-Osor, Eruin, Silver Bay and the Great Plains. When civilian students from all over the country flooded into these colleges, they were surprised to find that their new teacher would be from Buno Song's twelve witches, or the wise people from above the Hazel Plateau.

This is the end of the first era. In this year, for the first time in the year, black magic has made its debut on the stage of history. The power of wizards seems to be declining, and the technology of magic guidance has begun to become the initiative of various countries. The mainstream of order and civilization.

However, in a magic school in Tonigel, as a substitute instructor, he just took out a shining crystal from his robe. He held up the crystal and said to all the students in the audience: "You can carefully Look, this is a grey crystal. You can also call it a mana crystal. It is a very unstable dark magic polymer. "

"In the past, people used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in most wars. But now, with such a magic engine, people can more smoothly use the powerful magic contained in it. Extracted— "

In those eyes full of desire for knowledge, the young girls and girls watching this crystal, they didn't understand for a while that they were witnessing the birth of an era.

During this year, a noble lady from Alluin invented a crude machine. With it, for the first time, people truly got rid of their dependence on the power within the tiamat's law.

The first day of the Frost Moon.

The snow had not yet fallen in the wilderness of the Four Realms. This was the last day Brando stayed in Manktor. On this day, he once again saw the head of the Farnzan Knights. The head of the big group has quietly given birth to silver silk, as if it symbolizes the wind and frost experienced by the Faenzans this year. He has traveled thousands of miles, and has just returned to Mann from the Great Plains at this moment. Ketor.

"It's hard." Brando had to say something to the big commander: "What's up with Faenza?"

"Everything is okay. Thanks to the nations on the Great Plains for their help. We rebuilt the temple there," replied the chief of the Knights of Faenza. "The empire is gradually recovering, although this is not a short while. Things, but I think maybe by the beginning of next year, we can rejoin this war. "

"That was just the end of the war," Brando nodded. "With the participation of Faenza and El Ranta, the odds of this war have improved a lot."

He paused.

Then look at each other.

Brando knows that the head of the group will never come to visit him, even if he is extraordinary, he can be said to be the commander in chief of this sacred alliance. But that ’s only in name, not to mention that the Fazan people have always released goodwill to him before the start of the peace conference, not only this big head, but also the Supreme Judicial Knights and the Holy Knights of Light. He's gone.

But he hadn't figured out what the Fazan people wanted from him.

The head of the Farnzan Knights glanced at Solomon, who was unusually tall and nodded solemnly.

"Sir Lord Yan, someone wants to see you."

...

"Test--"

When Brando saw the skinny and irritated man in that dim tent, the other was lying on a camp bed. The last glimmer of light seemed to be in his cloudy eyes. His cheeks were thin and Pale, as if taking a final breath at any time, but it seemed like a strong will to support him, and has persisted until now.

It's such a person who is not a ghost, but Brando recognizes the other at first sight.

Perhaps because the battle of life and death in the Braggs underground auction was so impressive.

The proud aristocrat swordsman with a rapier sword face approaching step by step seemed to be vividly remembered, and it was at the edge of life and death that he chose the path of the mage traveler. It can be said that from that moment, he chose the road that continues to this moment.

Looking back suddenly, as if reproduced yesterday.

The two met again, going back to Braggs, in the backyard of the isolated house in the dim alley. After the two hurriedly parted at that time, I did not expect to meet again, but it would be in such a place. Just as Brando recognized Tester, Tester also recognized this young man from Butch.

His eyes lit up like two groups of ghost fires, struggling to get up from the bed, but it was only with the help of a knight that he managed to complete the action.

Tester gasped heavily and looked at Brando.

Brando frowned, some not very accustomed to staring at each other.

"How did you become like this?"

"What about beacons?" Tester asked hoarsely.

"Beacon?"

"Those pieces of stone," Tester said, as if he had exhausted his body with every word, but he insisted and clearly stated: "You know, Antitina's father."

Brando was shocked.

But Viscount Tist had taken a stone from his arms tremblingly and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. He looked up and looked at Brando with certainty. The stone, taupe, and slightly flat, how could Brando be unfamiliar?

"This is the last one," Test replied weakly. "The shepherd took them to Faenza, and now it's back ..."

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