The Amber Sword

The silver optical door disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed, leaving Brando a little overwhelmed with the box.

“Phew.” Faina looked at the young man and suddenly laughed.

“Is that funny?” Brando interrogated with great anger, while he opened the box.

“Che, Miss Ben would like to laugh, do you mind? ”

“Yeah, I don't know whose paw it is--” Brando looked in his left hand and shook his head and exclaimed.

Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Leaf Collar shook her hand lightning and stained her pink neck with red dizziness: “How can you say that?”

“Hey, did I promise you anything? ”

Faina stared at her with her fist tight and burst into flames in her eyes as if she were going to eat Brando. The young lady stamped her feet and scolded dry: “You wait and see, I will confess to Lord Veronica. ”

“Confession? Say what?”

The nobleman was dazed and suddenly blushed and stubbornly said: "Say… you take advantage of me. ”

This woman...

Brando stared at Faina and never dreamed she'd do anything like this. That feeling was like being punched in the face, half of it never came back.

“Did you really say that? ”

“No, I lied to you!” Faina snorted softly: “That doesn't do me any good, and it's embarrassing to be taken advantage of by a hillbilly. ”

Brandoton was speechless.

But if this woman with no breasts and no brains really went off with a fever and said something she shouldn't have said to Grand Duke Hana, he was afraid that the Grand Duke would be furious with the Paikruz Empire's Flying Horse Knight and bring himself to justice.

It was just an argument between the two of them that almost made him forget the box.

Speaking of boxes in hand, Brando quickly discovered that the box in his hand also seemed to be a magical object - he pulled a long cloak out of it like a curtain, and the corner of the cloak kept coming out of the box, and eventually it was even many times bigger than the box in his hand.

But no matter how magical this cloak is, if it doesn't start a spell, it's really no different from a curtain - not even a curtain, because at least it has a beautiful pattern on it that shields the sun.

Brando shuddered the cape and could only assume it was a big piece of cloth, just threw it away too bad, took it too heavy, he found William had a problem with himself.

He thought about it, wrapped the cape around his hand, and continued to walk forward. This underground passage shouldn't be long, and he remembers the player recalling in his post that he suddenly entered the center of the rings when he seemed to have been traveling in the dark for more than 10 minutes almost ready to abandon the line and return to the city.

Well, I guess it's pretty much the same here.

He looked up, and it seemed that the same ‘bridge’ as the mains converged around a point above, and the more he went up, the more obviously he felt this.

Brandomer calculates time. He held Fania and followed Fayna behind him, and the three of them 'footsteps appeared particularly clear in darkness and silence. The sound of sand echoing in his ears was not like the sound of steps stepping on the ground, but like some kind of sneaky shadow following them, which was chilling.

The nobleman turned around more than once and looked back at the black hole behind her. She was afraid to follow Brando, but when she thought of Brando's abominable appearance, she couldn't help but lag behind a few steps to avoid being ridiculed.

Almost half an hour later, Brando felt the air flowing around him, which made him feel that the guy's strategy was a little too pitchy. But thinking about timing in the dark is not an easy thing in itself, and it is inevitable that mistakes may occur, so it is clear.

The other stone door appeared in front of him for a few minutes.

The door opens upwards, at an angle of inclination to the ground, with the stone door immersed in darkness with the mysterious and historic pattern above, like a history buried deep beneath the dust.

But this door is much smaller than the one below, about a tenth the size.

Brando thought he needed to open the door again, but I didn't think they'd just come near it. The door made its own squeaky noise and then crashed back in with the shaking dust on it.

Instead of falling into it, the door is opening a little backwards.

Brando couldn't resist the slightest glimpse. I didn't expect the door to be self-induced. I thought it was quite advanced. But as soon as the door opened, the view in the back made him unable to speak.

Not just him, not even Fayna and Fania behind him couldn't help but stare at him with amazement.

At first, a ray of light poured out the back of the door--

This is the first time the outside world has been exposed to the sun since eternal night, and the soft white light pours in behind the door like water, seeping in from every pore, forming a light on the face of the three.

Then the gap between the doors widened and the light grew. A beam of light columns broke like a dark sword. The sword pierced the dark screen and broke it apart. The tidal white light suddenly wrapped the three of them in.

Brando, Fayna and Fania couldn't help but close their eyes at that moment.

Yet when their gaze readjusted to the bright environment, the scenery caught everyone's heart.

Located in the heart of the heart of the Caranga Mountains, in the middle of the storm ring, Brando has more than once imagined the tranquil area that exists in the eye of the storm.

However, as he imagined, this is a basin surrounded by mountains, surrounded by undulating peaks that they see along the narrow edge of the wolf and the rosewood wall.

It's just that the landscape here is obviously much more beautiful...

From a distance, the vision is the atmospheric circulation surrounding the mountains, and the surrounding storms form hundreds of meters of high walls on top of the mountains, where no one has crossed the invisible wall of the atmosphere for centuries.

However, Brando seemed to be able to confirm that they had entered the heart of the rings of wind only if he saw the violent winds above them.

He raised his head, and the sky was filled with clouds - thick clouds of golden grey from the edges, with the sun falling from behind the clouds, without taboo, across the vast earth.

Just as the darkness and storm on the periphery of the rings of the Wind of Faith and the raging tide of magic do not exist.

It's a quiet place.

You can even see a bunch of flying birds in the distance, and everything is like a scene in a myth.

But Brando's attention was immediately drawn to another thing, a giant tree in the middle of the basin —— in fact, he wasn't even sure if it was a tree, so he looked up to see the tree in its entirety, and the crown almost covered half the sky.

Huge trunks plunge straight into the clouds, and the vast root system under the trunk occupies almost the entire basin. Its root system is deeply embedded in the land, covered with a layer of moss, and the distance looks like a green mountain.

Brando sucks in a breath of cold air.

This is the tree of the world--

Legend has it that at some point in ancient times, the Druids also had a gold oak tree that was' huge as heaven and earth '. The rings of the sky were then called the Ring of the World, and they lived around it for generations.

But since the fall of Barberta, the trees of the world have also been destroyed in the fighting, which has divided the Druids and made them the rings of the sky and the herders of today.

There is no history of another world tree in this world.

Brando gazed at the giant tree, not as golden as the myth described, but closer to nature, green moss and forest over the root and backbone of the giant tree, green and bright.

And the clouds are fogging over the giant trunk, and the lightning travels between them.

“This isn't the one in Nordic mythology…” Brando couldn't help muttering to himself.

“Is this the tree of the world in the story, Brother Brando?” Fania took a gentle breath and looked up and asked.

Brando nodded and suddenly thought of passing those cylindrical ‘bridges’ before, perhaps not at all, but the roots of this tree of the world that had penetrated underground.

Each of those thinnest roots also has a diameter of hundreds of meters.

Martha's on...

Brando took a deep breath and squinted his eyes and looked at the green forest as if it were a dream. A large crowd of flying birds flew over the tree canopy, but the whole forest was silent and there was no slight sign of human activity.

This is Valhalla?

Brando suddenly had a little idea of what to feed in the game, and Valhalla would be destroyed in a fire, although it was ridiculous to say that the world trees would be destroyed in a fire, but such a forest would fall into a fire.

“Brando? ”

This stubborn voice belonged to Fayna, the nobleman's sister almost bit her tongue in surprise, and she just whispered her face to confirm whether she was dreaming or not.

“What's wrong now?” Brando turned around.

“Look at that tree--” Her Royal Highness the Leaf Collar said with her fingers up.

Brando raised his head, and he slightly flashed —— too shocked before to notice that the tree crown in the middle of the sky had no leaves over the clouds.

“Dead world tree?” He couldn't bear to lose his voice.

“No, not that!” Faina replied: “Some below! ”

What else? Brando looked down, but he couldn't move any longer, and his gaze was nailed to the center of this tree of the world as if it were a birth root.

There's a circle of artificial buildings on the outskirts of the giant trunk!

Or rather, a huge palace surrounded by clouds and lightning, as if it were the dwelling place of ancient gods, where the magnificence and magnificence of the building can be felt even at such a distance.

“Valhalla…” Brando spoke out.

“So what's that?” Faina doesn't understand.

But as the lady questioned herself, Brando suddenly heard another shout not far from the forest: "Chaos on, Tree of the World! ”

That was Andersa Dumb's shout.

Both changed their faces at once.

… (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.)