Vol 6 Chapter 520

The narrow room was filled with a dignified atmosphere. There was only a round table in the darkness, and a crystal exuding dim fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. On the ceiling, there was a silver matrix that constantly changed shape. Objects like mercury permeated from the matrix, creeping to fill every corner of the four walls of the room-here is a depth of dozens of meters underground The air was so cloudy that it almost stopped flowing.

Brando lifted his head and glanced at all the people present-Cardiff, the dwarven king, the head of the Knights of Faenza, Solomon, Antitina, Istorville, Yalta, Prince Nair, Archdruid and the Great Holy See Walla.

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

At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling wriggled, as if cutting off some kind of information in the space; but it might also be because the dragon of dusk had long ignored the small beacon, anyway, in the Port of Fattan The terrifying coercion that Lando had personally experienced did not reappear here underground.

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was also disturbing enough.

"Go on," said Istorville.

Brando nodded, in the dark but he could also see clearly, carefully holding five stones on each other's table with both hands. And when these ordinary stones were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.

There was a sudden spread of fluorescence in the dark.

The assembled pieces were suspended and formed a sand table, which engraved the direction of mountains and rivers, and the green forest, which was a strange land, but it was a bit familiar. Haruze took a soft breath at the table, his silver eyes reflected the light in the dark, and he whispered, "Eruin!"

"To be precise, it's Eruin of an era," Brando said in the direction of Jean-Denell. "It's still a lake here, Wallendon is a bay, at least before the death frost forest was formed. Eruin. "

"Look at the trade wind ring!"

"Is it Valhalla!" Yaluta asked.

"No, that's the World Tree." Brando suddenly remembered the towering giant tree he had seen in the ring of trade winds.

"What is this, exactly?" The chief of the Fazanzan Knights asked.

"This is a beacon," Solomon replied, "this is what Miss Antitina's father looked for all his life. For hundreds of years, unknown heroes have died for it. Fortunately, what they did Everything brought this beacon back into our hands. "

"it is……?"

"A map leading to Throne of the End."

With a whisper and a rumored voice, Carliven, the dwarven king, picked up his warhammer several times, and then put it down, looking a little bit impatient-after all, the only hope in the world.

In the darkness, Antitina stood silently, reflecting the glow of light in the depths of her eyes, her hands pale, and she twisted her horns tightly. Brando glanced at her and asked, "Are you all right?"

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 and stood up to salute her. Antitina didn't say a word, but her eyes flashed a deep light, because that was all her father did, abandoned her wife and daughter, and even lost her life, but at this moment she was vaguely about the man feel proud.

Yingying's light rose from the sand table, and finally formed seven beams of light, suspended in the sky above Eruin. Brando stared at the beams of light, and suddenly remembered something, it was the elk in the forest, emitting the light of holy white, it raised its head proudly, and stood watching them and the refugees under the moon.

"That's the Bucks Hills."

Freya flashed a bright light in her eyes as well, and she looked up and said excitedly, "Brando, I remember we went there!"

Brando nodded.

Sleep of Jin Yan, Fairy Town, Legacy of the Holy One——

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Wow, wow, there are scattered footsteps in the fog. Several figures separated the vast mist. From the appearance of their bodies, these people should be the Highland Knights from Karasu, but the Highland Knights have accepted the reorganization as part of the Kingdom's New Southern Army. They rarely leave without order Station, how could they come to Butch hundreds of miles away?

"Here!" Someone shouted suddenly.

The knights gathered, looking a little awedly at the two giant statues standing in the mist-the giant statue with a spear towering to the top of the cliff, staring straight ahead, as when Brando first saw them five years ago. Change, as if time could not leave a nick on these boulder. They stared silently, their eyes seeming to have penetrated the long river of history, and at a certain node in the past, they saw the coming of this moment.

Seventeen Cavaliers entered the canyon.

The mist in the canyon had dissipated a lot, and the solitary golden apple tree on the hill still stood among the rocks. When they saw the tree, the knights were all excited-this was the first reappearance of the relics of the stag hills in five years, and it was exactly the same as described by His Majesty the King of Fire.

They compared the solitary tree on the hill and advanced in the direction described on the map. It didn't take long before they saw two giant rocks intertwined. Seeing this, the knights all revealed their gazes, and successively dwarfed into the giant rocks. They came to the other side of the giant rock-one person high on the mountain wall, leaving a hole the size of a thumb-five years of time left no marks on the hole, and even the scratches were as fresh as new As if everything was still at the moment when Aloz shot the arrow himself.

However, the years passed, and the four people who had been here that year have changed. A young man ignorant of wanting to change the kingdom, a country girl from the Butch countryside, a ruthless and reluctant princess of the Golden Dragon, a silent girl who seems to be indifferent to the world. The fairy fruit that is tied to the branches, the legendary pure gold apple, seems to have changed the destiny of everyone through the hands of several people.

It's just those historical secrets that are now hidden under the vast mist.

The knights didn't even look at the arrow mark, and walked forward. Before long, someone cheered in front. The knight in front stopped to move away the scattered gravel, revealing a square iron box below them-they opened the box and saw the slate sleeping in it.

The headed knight only glanced at the slate, immediately closed the box again, and turned around and said to everyone, "The thing has been found, and immediately notify His Majesty the Yan King."

The rumors from the stag hills traversed Chongshan and dense forests, through one node after another, along the mountains of Chablis, over the Grahar Mountains, turned into a symbol of magic, and finally drifted into the firs in the south of the Mintai Plain Fort, from a window, drilled into a deep red prism crystal placed on a metal platform.

The crystal became bright, and after a moment, it was picked up by a slender hand.

Nemesis watched the mysterious symbols in the crystal pillars quietly, and a voice came from behind her: "Nomemesis, where's the messenger?" The horsewoman put down the crystal and looked back at her. The face near the desk near him in the distance was slightly tender in heart.

"The legacy of the Holy One has reappeared in the Bucks Hills," she replied with her old-fashioned voice: "The Knights of the Highlands have found that thing, this is a message to inform Mr. Brando ... sister."

"Your Majesty the King of Fire."

Nimesis frowned.

Her heart was full of complex feelings for the man who gave her a truly new life, and he kept his promise so that she would finally be free-true freedom, and no longer a substitute for another person. The nightmare in her deepest dreamland finally passed by at this moment, and occasionally when she woke up at midnight, she even shed tears.

But it was not tears of sorrow, but tears of unbelievable joy.

But somehow, Miss Knightess was always reluctant to show her weak side first-especially on the other side, in front of Bai Yan. She put away her emotions and looked at her "sister" in her name.

Bai Yan smiled slightly and knew the little girl's mind.

She shook her head, a blood-colored pattern extending from under her white cheeks to her neck, reflecting the warm sunlight of the afternoon, adding a bit of mystery. The power of the Dragon Blood Pond also inevitably left a 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 in the past. More powerful magicians of that era.

A string magician who really has the blood of the dragon, and not long ago, Aloz had officially invited her to join the dragon.

"Are you going to inform Ampelsel?" Nimesis asked.

"Notify Ampelsel," Bai Yan nodded, and put down the documents in his hand: "The excavation there should also come to an end."

A bottomless pit ran across the south gate of Ampelsel.

Under the pit clanged, countless scaffolding surrounded the entire excavation site, and the outlines of the temples were clearly visible under the rock formations. A team of folks are sending the excavated dirt to the ground through a sloped walkway, which has been piled up into a mountain in half a year. Lesmeca stood behind Haruze, looking at the place with a complex look. For her, the port had a special meaning because this was where she was reborn.

She glanced silently at Her Majesty the young King, her eyes full of tenderness, and beside her, Kaya silently held the hand of her best friend.

A cheer came from under the pit.

A shining holy sword was rising from the bottom of the pit. Brando stood in the mud and looked up at the holy sword of the sky. When the holy sword rose to the top, the sword seat that placed it suddenly left and right. It cracked, exposing a simple slate in the middle.

Silently holding the slate with both hands, she came to him.

"Thank you, Akane."

The mountain girl smiled slightly.

Brando took the slate, and stroked the strange text on the slab with his hand, but was slightly lost in his heart. This is the third piece. Since the secrets contained in the five stones have been found out, in the past two years, three stone tablets have been excavated in Yanbao, Ring of Tradewinds and Ampelsel. These stone tablets No stranger.

A long time ago, it was discovered that there is such a type of slate in the relics of the saints in Eruin. When people bring these slabs out of the relics of the saints, they will automatically be removed from their owners' backpacks Disappeared. No matter what kind of means people use, they put it in the carrying ring, in the dimension hole or in the floating celestial sphere, and eventually it will leave and return to where it was originally.

For this reason, people call these slabs the idealized part of the saint's legacy, and think that it is like the realization of a rule, and it is because of this slab that the appearance of the saint's legacy .

But this explanation does not explain why such a slate appeared only in Alluin.

But now, Brando finally solved the mystery.

They are not part of the idealization of the Holy One's legacy, but the cornerstone of the whole Vaund, part of the idealization of this world. Their position is not only fixed in the physical realm, but is fixed on the entire tiamat's law, so it is absolutely impossible to carry these slate with any means in this world. Because all human power comes from tiamat's law, you cannot use rules to counter the law itself.

In addition to the seven holy swords.

The seven holy swords are the keys to the cornerstones of the world.

When Brando put these tablets together, he finally realized what they really were. The slate can communicate with different space and time, and the complex rule line shuttles and twists in the space it contains, forming a network of laws that is not inferior to Warnde's own. The base, then the sphere that these seven slabs fit into each other is a truly dazzling crown.

And this crown represents a door.

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

Before the storm stops.

Before the huge earth palace of the breath of earth opens.

Before the ring of the world opens.

Before the wolf throne opens.

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

But the key to unlocking the laws of those world events, compared to the thing in his hands, is rude and worthless, it is like a ridiculous inferior product. Only this key is as precious as the whole world. When he holds it in his hands, he can feel its uniqueness.

He suddenly understood where the Throne of Throne was, and it turned out that he had been there long ago. At that time, the terrifying coercion uploaded by the copy of Kinmen, which was like a quicksand, made him step forward. But he can now be sure that there should be a larger space behind that door. As Martha said, there is a huge secret buried in the underground of Eruin.

Otherwise it cannot explain why the cornerstones of the seven tiamat laws are buried in this small place.

Two years is a long time-

From the year of St. White Griffin to the year of spring dawn, all people can do everything possible to create all possible miracles on the battlefield. The coalition forces of the four temples defeated the crystal cluster army in the place where the Cruzians had been defeated and recovered Rusta. In the south, the armies of the dwarves, Eruin, Naga, and the Lions have penetrated the St. White Plains, and with the help of the Hazel fleet, they have started to attack the Cape Bay.

The Cruz Empire is nearing its end, and the Hazel Plateau seems to be in sight. Although humans have occupied a large area north of Alkash, civilization and order have been established between Valhalla and Babel, one south and one north. There is a vast 'shelter'.

It is called a sanctuary to convey the hope of the future.

It can be imagined that in the not-too-distant future, this land will become the last soil for mankind to fight against dusk. It is like a brand new, blessed place created by mortals, which conceives the future of the entire continent. In battles of all sizes, many names have disappeared. Duke Ludwig died in the Evergreen Corridor, while Faina's father, Archduke Mehotophen, died of illness as in history. At the end of the year of the Griffin, the Fannzans also lost the head of their Supreme Trial Knights. Behind the famous names in history, there are more unknown heroes, but behind each hero, there are More stars rise.

Many of Madara's stars began to shine as in history, and the younger generation of Cruzians stepped on the stage of history one by one. In a battle, Princess Magdale replaced her grandfather and became a hero of the Silver Bay area. And the leader, and the Freya Valkyrie's name has long resounded through the field of the Holy White on the southern front. Corresponding to it is the reputation of the Tonigel and Valhalla, and the legend of the White Lion Legion.

But what made Brando smile is that there were occasional rumors about Princess Fossa on the battlefield, and many people wanted to know how sacred the little princess from Eruin was, compared with his students As a result, I feel anxious.

Compared with these new-generation heroes, who has remained in Eruin, his reputation since the Holy White Conference has gradually disappeared. People have gradually forgotten the existence of such a king of flames. Some people think that Brando created this sacred alliance, but he only made due contributions to this step of the order force.

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

"If the mortal age is coming, will Warnder still need a savior?"

For this answer, Solomon glanced at him silently.

He answered seriously: "But people don't forget heroes."

But Brando knew that forgetting was not an option for the future.

He picked up the slate and walked forward.

Qian held the azure gun and looked silently at Lord Lord's back. She is not a person who likes to find the roots, but the Lord Lord has become more and more silent. The smile seems to be lost from him. He always frowns and thinks about something. He often looks at the sky alone. He was fascinated and drowsed for a long time. Although he didn't notice the abnormality himself, everyone around him clearly felt the change.

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

Akane clenched her spear and hurried after it.

As she approached her Lord Lord, Bran looked back at her somewhat. Seeing Lord Lord's eyes, Qian suddenly frowned. There was a slight regret in the light brown eyes, which was a look she had never seen before.

"Lord, Lord Lord?"

"Qian, are the gray wolf mercenaries okay?"

"Everyone is very good. In the past two years, Eruin has been quite peaceful, and we are just all over the world looking for the legacy of the Holy One and slate. We have not encountered any trouble."

"That's good," Brando replied, "I hope everyone has good hopes, especially you, Akane."

Akane stopped and looked at him.

Tears suddenly burst out.

The girl uttered the words word by word:

"I will be happy by your side."

The spring breeze of the dawn of the dawn is blowing through the port city, and the five years of time can hardly dispel the shadow of war.

But on this land that was once ruined, the seedlings named life in the soil are taking root and sprouting, their homes are being destroyed and rebuilt. In many places on the continent, such scenes are being staged. Many artisans, scholars, and black magicians stepped out of various colleges and began to devote themselves to various fronts, supporting the ultimate battle of civilization from all aspects.

Although in the north of Faenzan and the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon, the dark clouds of that final battle are approaching, but everyone's heart is full of hope. Perhaps many lives will be lost in this war, but as long as the minaret of civilization is still standing, the remaining tinders will be passed on to the fire, until the moment of renewed prairie.

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

As if for so many years, he was the first time he could watch the beauty of Ampelsel in an admiring manner. What a wonderful world. Being able to come here and leave a mark is his greatest luck in his life. He loves it. Here are all his ideals and beliefs. He will give everything for this and will never regret it.

The afternoon sun, warm and shining, Brando narrowed his eyes, perhaps this was the beauty in his heart.

The wind rattled the stationery.

"Charle is back, Akane," he said softly.

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