The Amber Sword

Brando reacted as soon as the elf girl squatted down with her head in snow and snow. He immediately turned around and looked at 'Otales’ and said, 'She's Otales, then? ”

“She likes pranks. I'm Otales.” Elf Mistress replied unjustly.

The elf girl's tears came out, she only wanted to cry out. When did she like pranks and lose her name anyway? But she dared not say a word, but to weep silently with her head.

“Who is she? ”

“She is... um... Soya. ”

Brando actually has the answer.

He had long suspected that the Elf Sister often spoke to the King of Fire, the great sage Finn Zan, or even Ellanta, using equal terms, which was a very unusual thing for a knight after the wind. Second, will Otales, the knight of the blade, master the heirloom of the ninth week after the wind, if not necessarily?

It's just hard for Brando to believe that the legendary character will be with him in the morning and evening, teach and support him with all his heart, and occasionally play with the little elf sister. ‘Otales’ makes him feel like the sister of a neighbor, not the legendary cold hero.

And the answer to that is that he's falling too far into his glasses.

He didn't make a sound on his face, pretending that the fox was like, "Soya? Isn't that a" whisperer "? If I recall correctly, Ms. Soya seems to have rare long black hair, and she's not that young. ”

‘Otales' stared at him with a pair of purple blue eyes.

Brando pretended not to see, "Also, Otales, didn't you sacrifice in the gray swamp! I just don't remember, how could you know the process of the last battle with the Dark Dragon? ”

“That's because I told her!” She answered harshly.

“Did you tell her? ”

“You…” Jinxiao finally realized she was talking again, but this problem still hasn't changed in thousands of years.

“I don't want to see you today, Brando! Get as far away from me as you can! ”

Sister Jinn left this sentence and disappeared directly in front of him. Looks really angry, Brando sighs, and the answer is‘ Otales’ is‘ Saint Osor ’, as he thinks.

That is, the wise men of the Wind Elves, one of the four holy winds of Jihad.

Nimaisie looked at all of this until Elf Sister vanished after scolding Brando so violently that she squeaked and asked calmly: "Did I do something wrong? ”

Since most of Brando's post-wind communication with St. Osor was done with consciousness, she was not sure what had happened. Brando shrugged, “It's none of your business, Lord Nimatis. ”

It's just someone getting angry with shame.

……

The true Otales of history sits by the rules and looks at Brando with tears. Brando helplessly comforted her, speaking of the English soul of the Church Jihad was actually made to cry after the wind, the king's character is really bad.

And then he went back and explained to Nimaisis about the Ring of the Soul, of course —— without mentioning the back of the wind. After all, Nimaisie had seen the scene before, and he was hiding it, which gave rise to suspicion that the semblance of seven-point truth and three-point falsehood had spread first - the key was that the identity of the Windy Soul was so sensitive that Brando didn't want to be hunted down by the Windy Elves.

“So this is the legacy of the Wind Fairy?” Nimaisie seemed calm after listening, and she didn't go after her identity, "but why did she end up in the human world? ”

“It's the inheritance of the Fog Pokémon, to be exact," replied Brando. "After the Silver Fire went out, today the Wind Pokémon are no longer the same group as the Battle of the Saints. The Holy Seal came out, not for no reason. ”

Ni Maisey lashes blink slightly.

“You say a man can't wear two wind rings, right?” She asked again.

“The point is that there is no point in carrying it. After all, a single inheritance contains countless pieces of knowledge, and for most people a lifetime of exhaustion is not necessarily entirely understandable. The Ring of the Sacred Seal is not as good as the more, and greed and desire can only float on the fur forever.” Brando replied in the original language after the wind.

“So you won't want it," Nimaisie asked. “Can I have this ring? ”

Brando beamed a little, actually he wanted to leave it to Freya. But think about Otales, although she is called the Knight of the Blade, her teacher, Soya, is the famous shooter of the Fog Genie clan, and it looks like she also uses a bow, not very suitable for the future of the goddess of martial arts.

But Nimmasis doesn't seem to be an archer.

“You want it?”

“No," Nimaisie shook her head, not concealing: “It was not me, but Her Royal Highness. ”

“Your Highness?” Can Princess Griffin use a bow? Doesn't seem necessary. But Brando reacted, and Nimatis did consider it for Her Royal Highness - because Princess Griffin would certainly give this ring to her brother in the hope that the legacy of the Wind Elf would change the cowardly character of Her Royal Highness.

But can an inheritance really change a person's personality, I'm afraid not. Brando was a little uncomfortable with this, and he replied: "Yes, but the Ring of the Soul is very special and inheritance requires the approval of the English soul. ”

Nimathis immediately cast his eyes towards the tears of Otales.

The elf girl was still crying and noticed the eyes of both of them before she sucked her nose and stopped. Then he shook his head seriously with his red eyes at Nimaisie: "No, I've chosen the right man. ”

“Did you pick a good one? ”

Brando stunned, and from the moment he was summoned to the moment, he and Nimmasis were met. Maybe she chose Williams. Unlike him, she never saw Williams with a bow.

“I chose you, Sister Nimatis.” I didn't expect the elf maiden to speak surprisingly, pointing to Nimais.

Brando's heart broke for a while, not because Otales chose Nimaisi as her heir, but because she actually called Nimaisi a sister, you know, seriously counting her as a thousand-year-old soul too - but then again, Otales was only 16 years old when she died. In this regard, it's okay for her to call Nimaisi a sister.

“Me?” Nimaisi said slightly. “But I don't need a bow. ”

“I don't need a bow either," Otales said with her eyes wide open, as if she'd just noticed the long bow behind her, "Oh, sister, you said this; I think the teacher followed the back with a good back, I'm actually a magician. ”

“You...!” Brandoton helped his forehead, titled Knight of the Blade, the teacher was a holy shooter, with a long bow on his back wearing a leather coat and claiming to be a magician, a wind elf —— no, a fog elf. Isn't this a pit father?

“But I'm not a wizard either.” Nimmasis was also a little helpless by this guy.

“Wizard? Is that what you call magicians in this day and age, but it doesn't matter!” Otales seems to be getting serious all of a sudden, "Sister Nimatis, I feel you have a very brilliant magical gift, and besides, you are still young, and I believe you will one day become a great magician. ”

Nimmasis silenced down.

Brando looked at her curiously, wondering why Otales said the knight had a brilliant magician gift and his heart moved slightly. Perhaps it's a coincidence that 'she’ is indeed a very good magician.

But she shook her head: "I don't want to be a magician. ”

“Hmm?” Otales stunned: “Why, the magician is amazing, and the magic is beautiful. ”

Brando frowned slightly, not knowing why, he just seemed to see a clear glimmer of struggle between the female knight's eyebrows.

“Let me think about it.” Nimmasis replied.

“All right then.” The elf girl was obviously full of confidence and apparently had no confidence in her magic, nor did she know where she had gone before. She pressed one hand against her chest and said, "By the way, the magic I'm good at is string magic, ancient string magic. ”

“Dragon Magic. ”

Brando was creepy and shocked.

Nemathis couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and the string magic broke down into two phases, ancient and present, after the Great Library of Barberta was burned. Thereafter, the Dragon's proprietary magic extended to a subordinate branch, the so-called modern string magic, which to this day often refers to modern string magic without a specific article.

But ancient string magic has always had one meaning: dragon magic.

Brando didn't expect the 24 Horsemen of Fog Pokémon to have a mastery of Dragon Magic. It turns out that ancient heroes are legendary monsters. Even Buga's wizards have not learned Dragon Magic.

No wonder she's so confident, she's really confident.

Brando thought that if he was himself, he might actually agree. After all, it's Dragon magic. Dragon magic and modern magic are not a system at all. In fact, modern law magic has all sorts of spells that request the privileges of the Dragon Tiamat of War. Most of them are born out of Dragon magic - like the dragon strike that blew up half of the Temple of Underflor before Charles.

And the Dragon Magic goes even further, the Dragon Magic itself is the spell that gained the privilege of Tiamat, calling it the most destructive spell.

In contrast, the elements make the magic as gentle as a kitten.

But what he didn't think was that Nimaisie was still stuck, and she thought about it and said calmly: "Let's keep checking the loot. ”

All Brando wanted to say at that moment was, "No, sister, go learn magic. I am entrusted with the glorious and arduous task of opening the body. ”

But what he hears, Nimacees, naturally won't hear. The knight then removed a bracelet from Williams' body - which, to be exact, looked like a wrist guard, cast entirely from flowing silver, shaped as part of a paw that extended forward.

“Huh... this bracelet?” Nimaisi was slightly flat, presumably because she had never seen a flowing metal that could be firmly shaped into a particular shape.

“Shit! ”

Brando had only one shock left in his heart at that moment, if he was right. This bracelet is one of the finest pieces of equipment that the Temple's Wind Elf player dropped when he killed Williams:

Fireflies.

Or it's called the torch of knowledge, one of the holy objects of the sky's dragon crystal.

“This…” Brando did not know for a moment whether the ‘Sister' 's hand was black or red.

……

(PS: Today's little lazy steal, 3000 words ~ rest, I think I'll keep the average speed for a while to slow down and prepare for the next outbreak.) (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.)