The Amber Sword

In the shrine of Shayyah the Elf Goddess, the dusty altar was opened again two centuries later -

When Brando saw a tall elf with cold, silver long hair behind his head, a silver pointed helmet with a winged guard, a double-headed sword, and a silver-plated armored chain robe dressed in pure white, he walked down from the altar formed by the whole obsidian stone, and his heart shook again, leaving only one thought: Heavy infantry! The Silver Elf is the strongest infantry on the continent!

Elf Guard -

Twenty Silver Elf Guards emerged from the altar in turn, nodding to Brando without exception, then standing neatly on both sides of the altar. Finally, a faint shadow appeared in the center of the shrine, as if a ghost was slowly forming. ‘Choke’ the sound of a sword, and the mercenaries behind Brando sheathed their swords. But Brando wasn't nervous, and he probably guessed what was going on, bowing his head slightly.

In the tense eyes of the crowd, the blurred figure gradually became clear. Five officials gradually emerged from the white shadow. The last one appeared in front of the crowd in silver robes, silver-haired eyes, even adult elves with pale silver skin. He lifted his chin and looked at everyone with an indifferent look, and he was taller than every one of Brando's pedestrians, even among the elves.

This silver elf swept everyone in the room with a dignified gaze - even the tiger bird subconsciously lowered his head in the face of a real gaze. Although it is only a fiction, everyone holds their breath and perceives the strength of the person in front of them. The first and only possibility they had in mind was -- this was one of the ancient kings of the Silver Elves.

Silver Elf pondered and asked, "Are you human? ”

Everyone nodded, including Brando.

“Who is he?” Antitina couldn't help but whisper behind Brando and ask.

“It seems to be Isotan, the first generation of Silver Elves, the first king of the Elves, whom I have seen in my prints.” Brando opens the channel. The holographic portrait of the eleventh generation of the Elf can be found in the forum, and Brando is sure, but he can't say that, otherwise the status of a priest will be assumed.

But his voice just dropped, and the giant-like elf looked down at Brando and said, "You know me? ”

Brando had to nod his head. What else could he have done? The ancient kings of the Silver Pokémon all went through the battle of the Saints, from that terrible chaotic era. You know, in those days, the earth was still filled with golden blood, and all the people were of silver and strong people. Minors like Metissa, who have the strength of a gold class, are a little incredible today, but at that time they were catching a huge handful.

Having estimated the rank of a series of powerful people in that era, the Forum concluded that the rank of the Four Saints was at least one hundred and eighty, and that the leaders of the Dwarves, Humans and Elves at that time would probably not be lower than one hundred and fifty. As for the element of chemistry, which is the basic requirement of the warrior, all that lies below the upper rank of gold is cannon ash. Anyway, it was a mythical time.

Of course, these estimates were collected on the basis of sporadic information and may have some errors, but Brando thought that if they did, they would not be too far apart. Just like Isotan in front of him, just a phantom standing here, the pressure on him almost prevented him from breathing. You know, his insights are a hundred and thirty fighters, not comparable to those of Roman and Antitina.

Isotan, king of the Silver Elves, sank his soul for a moment and said, “Thank you for the child, Metisa. ”

“But on the other hand, are you here for something? ”

Brando nodded again and wondered if Metissa would just say yes. How could she have gotten out of another Esotan and that little girl was lying? But Metissa is now his summoning card. I don't think she'll find anyone to ask her questions. But Isotan stopped and went on to say, "Well, what help do you want, old allies? ”

The Elf King's voice is very low and seems to be not used to modern Cruz, so it slows down very slowly.

But everyone understands what he's saying, and he's stunned. So nice to talk to?

But Brando understands, I'm afraid the problem isn't that simple. But he answered frankly: "I'm going to deal with the lizard robbers in the forest, and on the one hand, to fulfill Metisa's wishes and hope to get your help. ”

“This is a struggle between the living, how can the dead intervene?” Asked Isotan.

Damn it, old traitor! Brando defamed his heart, but replied, "No, it's your business. ”

“What kind of relationship? ”

Brando raised his head and for the first time had the nerve to look into each other's eyes: "The lizards, I'm afraid, are connected to the herders. ”

“The herdsman?” Isotan asked in a low tone.

“After the Battle of the Saints, the Dragon of Darkness was imprisoned forever. The Minors were also driven to the northern frozen plains by our ancestor Gilt, the King of Fire, and the world said that no one had seen them since, but they had always existed.” Brando whispers: “They are dispersed into a world of human integration, claiming to be herders of trees, silver snakes, secretly engaged in subversive activities against civilization. Prepared for the return of the Dragon of Darkness. ”

Antitina suddenly ‘ah’ sounded. She looked at Brando with amazement, of course she knew the Minors, but she didn't expect the herdsmen to be the legendary people of darkness —— much less Brando. And it seems to have been known a long time ago, but isn't that dangerous? If Brando knew, then there was no reason why the high nobles would not know, why they had no intention of banishing them altogether?

Of course she wouldn't think Brando was lying, and those who dared to lie in front of the Elf Patriarch were not born yet. But since the Minors still exist, what about the Dragon of Darkness? Is it true, as Brando said, that another arrival is coming?

The last dark age, the battle of the saints that lasted nearly seven centuries, was a hell of a mess, and she could hardly imagine the world returning to that mess. Moreover, the golden bloodline against the Dragon of Darkness has vanished, and the Silver Clan is declining. How can they, the bronze and the black iron, save the world again?

The nobleman's golden face had to be a little pale.

And Isotan listened to Brando, and the silver eyebrows picked: “Are the dark remnants still moving around?” He sighed: "Gilt was too soft, and I warned him when I was alive. Unfortunately, this young man doesn't seem to have listened to me in the end, but maybe that's why he can be called king by you...”

Brando did not speak, and Roman, Tiger, Antina and others were shocked to say little. Finally, the element stutters the sister of the sister and asks: "Lord Esotan, do you think Gilt, the king of flames, is soft? ”

Brando looked at them and wondered why they were so surprised. Because Gilt, the king of flames, has historically been known for his iron blood and indifference, this emperor, who built human civilization with one hand, was the last of the saints of the Saints' era and one of the four saints. Most of his stories are about how he built his own dynasty in cold blood and how he drove the Minors to the harsh North.

But Brando knew that history was not really known to the player, but it was not easy for him to say.

He had to interrupt the question in order to avoid the topic being directed in other ways: “The lizards are here, actually, to spy on the King's tomb. According to Medissa, they've been near the shrine more than once. Your Majesty, you have been sleeping here for generations, and I am sure you will not be unaware of everything around you. ”

Isotan finally nodded. He glanced at the two wild elf little girls. Although they were identified as elves, the blood of silver was too widely dispersed in that year, and he could not see which one the two little girls were from.

“So say...”

Brando replied, quickly showing a confident smile on the young man's face.

For the first time, Isotan also revealed a gentle smile, but this smile quickly converged and became apathetic again: “Though it is almost impossible for a dark creature to break through Lord Martha's sanctuary, the sacred vows of the past are still valid. We have always stood together, our human allies, on the road against darkness. ”

“Thank you very much.” Brando put his hands in front of his chest and bowed. He has learned how to deal with these advanced NPCs in the game.

“So what should we do?” At this time, Antina finally mustered the courage to insert a sentence.

She looked at Brando and saw encouragement in his eyes.

“My guards, I lend them to you.” Isotan replied, "They were once the bravest warriors of the Silver Elves and swore to fight the darkness forever after their death. They go with you to help you clear all enemies in the darkness, but the altar is weakening, they cannot leave the area, nor can they project for too long, and finally..." He paused.

“Treat Metissa well, she's a poor child.” The Elf Emperor whispered.

Antina, Brando and Roman nodded together.

But the nobleman Kim quickly turned back and whispered to Brando: "Does he trust us so much?” She thought at least there was a test or something, but she didn't expect Isotan to speak so well.

“Of course,” Brando said solemnly, whispering, "you do not understand the circumstances in which the covenants between humankind and the nations were made in their time of existence. The covenant, referred to as the sacred provision, barely involves any interest, but is a covenant concluded with one another solely for the sake of survival. In that era, the nations that resisted the Dark Dragon rule were as close as brothers, otherwise the war would not have been necessary to continue...”

“You mean the Battle of the Saints?” Antitina whispered.

Brando nodded.

But all of a sudden he moved his head, like an eyebrow, and immediately turned back in one direction. He immediately saw Tiger's equally gorgeous eyes, and the mercenary captain said nothing but whispered to him in his heart: "Card echoes -”

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