The Amber Sword

Brando didn't expect to have any help here. Although the old man said that a few people on the other side of the fog might not necessarily be on the side of the shepherd, it wouldn't necessarily be a good person to walk with the Lord of Apoptosis.

Anyway, that's not good news.

“How much time do I have, Master William?” He turned back and asked.

The wise eye of the old man penetrated the fog and looked beyond the valley. He opened a dimensional hole in the air and drew a silver staff from it:

“Andersha seems scared by the head wolf Ashes, but after all, she is the lost lord of the herders, and I think she will react soon, you have a few minutes at most. ”

Brando nodded, meaning that the Wizard Leader did not have much time left for him and had to open the door to Valhalla before Andersha could react.

He turned back and Valhalla's gate stood between the valleys.

The artificial wall of this rock is so magnificent that it was built here by many ancestors led by the master craftsman Del Ruha, and the ancient black stone walls of 13,000 years seemed to pass through the dust of ancient and unchanged laws and history, sitting quietly here, reappearing in their sight.

Behind the fog...

According to the epic, the poems of glory and fire are engraved on the gates by multi-ethnic words, and at this moment those strange words are on cold, icy black walls, and the mysterious pattern is like an overhanging sky.

Staring at the dome creates the illusion that it will overturn at any moment, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The three of them slowly approached that giant door - putting their hands on this carefully carved masterpiece, responding to the cold rock as if it were a disturbing force, a surplus of temperature left over tens of millions of years ago.

The knife gun and the trident staggered and sounded heavenly, shouting the sound of killing filled with five senses, as if blood were sprinkled, flowing from black rock and dry land, and finally the fate of the island of the pendulum clouds, a green column of light rushed straight into the sky.

The dragon opened its wings, shielding the sun from its rays, and darkness brought the coming of the next era.

Brando woke up suddenly from this fantasy after shaking his head, and the heavy feeling of history kept him breathless. His forehead was bright and crystalline, and he turned back in cold sweat, just right against the old man's silver and grey eyes.

William laughed.

“Not everyone is aware of this history, and the heavenly knight who broke the sky brings us a new world, where the dragon of dusk falls to earth and the long-suffering has ended, yet people have lost their honor.” The old man grinned.

If still in the past, Brando might be interested in receiving the following sentence: "The suffering is not over and people have not lost their honor. There's always oppression in this world, and heroes don't exist in people's imaginations, but times need him--”

That would be a standard answer for inspiring the plot.

But here Brando is not in the mood to discuss the myths of the past and today's difficult times with the leader of the Silver Alliance. He is well past the age of the second illness, and he has no need for Wen Qing, which makes him feel more pressed in time than if he were a sharp sword with a shining cold behind him.

Especially now that the sword is in the hands of the enemy, Andersha is pressing.

He just glanced at William Pistol and looked back and said, "Fania, do you feel anything? ”

“I feel a voice calling me, Brando.” Fania closed her eyes and some nervously said that her little white hand rested on a pitch-black rock, contrasting somewhat strongly.

“What does it say? ”

“The key in the door, the light of the stars, the ancient spirit, the guardian king. ”

“This is the sentence in Druid's thorny poetry, which may be a code word. Have the Druids taught you this lesson? ”

“No, I only learned the Way of Nature… Brando. ”

“Learned this in three months? ”

“Yes, I'm sorry...”

“It's okay, it's not your fault these damn guys didn't even change 'Big Split' anyway," Brando withstood the urge to scold: “Perhaps their life cycle was too long to let them learn about elves' ills. ”

“You know Druid and the elves well?” William did not hesitate to ask, and the young man always surprised him.

But Brando didn't have time to answer him, and he was remembering some of the facts and strategies about Valhalla. Because his memories were long overdue and obscure, he could only remember fragments, but now he relies on them to save his life.

“I don't know if this is it," replied Brando. “You're the key in the door, Fania. Tell it that you are the one who walks on the earth with the sceptre of the forest and the mountain river, and that you are the daughter of God in the midst of mortal beings, and a popular electorate with the ancient spirits. ”

Fania stared at him.

William also grabbed his silver horn beard with one hand and watched the scene with his eyes closed.

“Just read it to me--”

“The spirit of the door. ”

“The Spirit of the Door -” Fania took a sigh of breath and read aloud: “I am the man who walked on the earth with the scepter of the forest and the mountain river, the daughter of God who gave power to mortals, and the voter who was loved by the ancient spirits. ”

The two sang in unison and the little girl's voice was tender but infinitely powerful.

“So?”

The door suddenly burst in response to a huge sound, like a rolling thunder, running through the mist of everyone's mind.

Fania's eyes suddenly lit up and she looked incredibly at her own Brando brother.

Faina lost her voice: “Brando, it's it, it's talking...”

William narrowed his eyes slightly and his silver eyes narrowed into a line.

“So?” Fania asked inexplicably.

“So please open your door--” Brando said.

“Please open your door!” Fania shouted.

But the sound echoed back into the valley, and this time the doorwire didn't move.

“What's the matter?” Fiina asked.

“Conditions are wrong.” Brando frowned, and the text on the forum flipped through his head like lightning, but the more nervous he was, the blurrer the text was.

That was almost ten years ago, after all.

The old man turned around and this tiny move did not escape Faina's eyes. The young lady couldn't help but get anxious: “Hurry up -”

“You shut up!” Brando didn't have the guts to say.

“You--" Faina stared, just that she knew exactly who was in charge here, and besides, her life was still in the other hand, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

“Brother Brando, the door is talking to me.” Fania suddenly said.

“What?” Brando stunned: “Say what? ”

“He asks me, where is the king who guards him? ”

Where's the king?

Brando's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that he was coming and he put his hand on the rock wall. So the king is the only master of Valhalla, the king of the forest and the mountain river.

Because Fania, as the daughter of the forest, is the custodian of mountain rivers and forest scepters.

However, the Custodian will one day hand over the scepter to its master, who holds the scepter and rules the vast boundaries beneath the Palace of the Spirit and Mount Valhalla, as described in that legend.

Brando put his hand on the stone wall and said in his heart:

“O spirits and lords of the past, I will take your swords and guard this land, so that darkness does not overshadow the earth, so that order may break the mist of chaos forever --"

“If this is a duty, let me take over this burden; if this is a crown of glory, please crown me personally. ”

“Because of this light, Bee will break open this heavy cloud and spill it over the earth. ”

“Just as the ancestors saw on the dark wilderness. ”

“A thousand years later, the sacred covenant remains...”

Somehow, the lines in this game were spoken by him at this moment, but he felt the words were heavy, as if they were engraved in his heart.

The door was silent for a moment.

Then an old voice said:

“I hope so, heir. ”

Then both Brando and Fania felt an invisible force bouncing themselves off the door, and they stepped back and looked up at the giant door.

There was a slight noise inside the gate.

It sounds like a rolling thunderbolt coming from the sky's clouds, initially faint enough to be captured by the ears, but then it gradually highs into infinite waves and bursts into pieces.

The earth trembled.

The broken stone chipmunks on the black ground, as if a clown were dancing on the obsidian floor, dancing wildly by hand and making a sound of Kalakhara.

Fayna backfired and ran into a rock without realizing it, and Wizard Leader William couldn't help but close his eyes to witness the spectacular scene.

The giant stone gate is slowly opening a gap.

It was dark behind the gap and a wind blew out of it, blowing the long hair in front of everyone's forehead. But the wind doesn't smell like dust and mold, it just has a heavy breath.

It comes from the thickness between the stone wall and the stone wall, under the dust.

Then he calmed down, and Brando took a breath of breath as if there was a terrible monster hidden in the space of the black hole behind the door.

“I don't think we're going in… Brando…” Feyna asked stubbornly as she opened her mouth and looked at the door to open a gap and the space in the black hole behind the gap.

She stared at the door, which opened with a long voice, as if it were a roar coming from the abyss of a black hole, completely destroying her psychological defense, so that the girl's face was white.

“You may not go in there, but maybe there will be a monster worse than Andersha.” Brando said that he put away the blue of the heavens and pulled out the sword of the earth from behind.

“You, you, don't scare me, I won't be afraid of it...” The nobility is crying out loud.

Brando glanced back at him and patted Fania on the shoulder, then walked in with the little girl.

“Master William...” Fayna watched as Brando walked in, pitifully turning back.

“Young lady, your lord is right, no one knows what kind of danger there will be in the ancient ruins, and it is entirely possible that you will feel that the previous danger may also be a mercy. ”

“Him. He's not my lord--”

“Oh, yeah, in that case, you don't have to worry about his safety.” The old magician replied with a smile, holding up the staff and ready to walk in.

Our aristocratic young lady's face was red and white for a while, but she watched Brando walk in with the old magician before and after, only biting her teeth to follow her...

She wondered if Brando was scaring him, but in any case the potential threat was no more dangerous than reality, and it was well known that humankind was always a rather intelligent creature.

“Besides, the old man is right, he and I saved my life after all, and I can't let him go like this - at least the pride of the Cruz prevents me from doing so. ”

“No, that's right!” The aristocratic lady persuaded herself in just one second. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)