The Amber Sword

Without waiting for Brando to keep asking, he suddenly waved and said, "Well, what I'm going to do is done. Brando, it's good to see you officially joining us - after this farewell, I'm afraid the future will be difficult to see again, and the way forward is up to you. ”

Brando stopped for a moment.

He didn't know that the Elemental Emperor would eventually leave, but it was only when he said goodbye that he realized what he was facing -- a legend from thousands of years ago.

“Lord Tumen...”

“Hey, don't squeeze. We're all grown men, and I'm sure you won't have too many problems with that guy from St. Osor.” Tumen smiled a little: “Though a little brainless, one of my best students. ”

“Huh!”

The wind hummed heavily. But she looked up at the already translucent doors and couldn't help but frown: “Old man, I have a problem too. ”

Tumen turned his head and asked with a smile: "Ask, my student. ”

“Did you die after the war in Osopao…” St. Osor hesitated and asked.

There seems to be a moment of silence on the platform.

But Tumen ended up stalling: “I'm afraid I'm having a hard time answering that question. Because of the history of Osopao after the war, you know it better than I do —— when I left this image, the first king should still be in Arca. ”

“That was before the marshes.” St. Osor frowned and looked at him. Brando spoke to himself after listening to the wind, but remembered the history of the conversation between the two. In the Battle of the Saints, the Four Sages did not actually have an army from the beginning against the Dragon of Darkness.

In fact, before marching into the Great Swamp, the Dark Dragon was far from seeing these ‘Dalits’ from other races. Prior to the Battle of Osopao, the historic ‘tyrant’ and ‘dictator’ remained in Alca near the Eternal Frozen Glacier, a history not even known to the players.

For example, there is no record of what he is plotting in the Eternal Frozen Glacier. Brando can only speculate on the whereabouts of a deer witch who once said that Odin had invited Traciman to join him against a mysterious enemy.

The Osopao battle then erupted and the rebels invaded Demia. The victory of this battle was a turning point in history, after which the Resistance Army grew and the Buga and Dragons joined the war, and shortly thereafter there was news of the killing of the element Great Tumen.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but look at Tumen.

“The Buga say they killed you, but some of the elves saw you flee only after you were injured and disappeared shortly thereafter in the Alfalfa Wilderness.” St. Osor went on to say, "In the end, we didn't know if you were really dead, but to inspire morale, the Fine Zan guy claimed you were dead.”

After listening to St. Osor, Tumen laughed, “My student, is it really important if I'm not dead? Besides, if you borrowed my death message to inspire morale, in my temper, it would never hide out -- you know exactly what I'm going to do, so you already have an answer. ”

By the end of this sentence, the Elemental King had almost disappeared, looking like a ghost floating in the middle of the sky.

Jinxi looked at him like this and couldn't help gripping his fist. "I just wanted to make sure...”

“You have confirmed,” replied Tumen, the voice diminishing: “Remember to say hello to Ellanta for me. ”

“She will surely split your greetings in half! ”

St. Osor watched Tumen's figure disappear completely, half-baked, before such a harsh phrase popped out of his mouth. And then she turned around and looked at Brando, staring at her, and she couldn't help but get angry: "What are you looking at? ”

Brando shrugged his shoulders, and the grievances of the Saints' wartime had nothing to do with him, except that Tumen, as the teachers of St. Osor, Gilt and Fernzan, must have felt bad when the three wise men fought him.

It's just the Minor collapse. Since when?

Brando, of course, knew that era, the Minors of that time, were as proud as the Cruz of today. No, even more arrogant, because the boundaries of their empire were so vast as to encompass today's entire Vaud, today's Cruz, Fanzan, St. Osor and Ellanta, in those days only a fraction of the empire.

But even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed. To this day, the Minors are no longer visible on the continent.

Brando thought about these things, but didn't want to take a picture of him after the wind, and he said, "What are you doing here anyway? ”

Elf Mistress looked around with some hesitation: "This place should be on the edge of the Black Forest, what are you doing here alone in the wilderness? Is it just to see this old man... old man? ”

She probably realized that the other person was dead, so her words seemed a little contradictory, so she changed her mouth halfway through life.

“Of course not.” Brando shook his head, which reminded me of why I came here. But it's hard to explain, and he can only answer ambiguously: “Of course I'm here to hunt for treasure, as you saw when you met Lord Tumen, just because it was an accident. ”

“Treasure hunt? ”

St. Osor stared at him skeptically: "What treasure to look for, show me? ”

As a former hero of the Saints' War, she instinctively smelled Brando's words. Unfortunately, though the elf is knowledgeable behind the wind, it's not easy to live with Brando. I saw Brando take a few steps back, as if he were silently counting the steps, counting the steps, and then walking towards the mountain wall.

St. Osor subconsciously thought the guy was posing as a ghost, and she squeezed her eyes, but it was only a moment before Brando pulled something out of the vines surrounding the mountain wall.

“What is this?” The Elf Mistress couldn't help but look at Brando's hand, and then she realized it was something like a tablet.

Brando just smiled mysteriously about the problem after the wind.

“This is naturally a good thing. ”

He sold a level, so he answered. This time, however, he did not lie, because in another history, this tablet was indeed something that changed the history of Eruin.

And that's exactly why he brought Freya along.

In another history, this was the personal property of the goddess. And in this history, Brando naturally returns it to its original owner.

……

Tick, tick.

Nodak's room seemed to be filled with a tight clock, boring and odorless sound, which echoed in an empty room, as if it had been amplified indefinitely. The shadows of the sun fall through the shade of the trees in this study, printing layers of shadows on the carpet, like a strange picture.

A pair of white, wooden feet stepped on the carpet, occasionally destroying the whole painting.

Yura is blind, but she seems to have a gifted ability to feel everything around her. She walked around the house quietly, occasionally turning back to her husband with a mysterious smile on her face.

Those who are familiar with her know that this future Lady of Lords possesses the kind of special ability - called prediction.

It is not known how terrible this Lady of Lords is. Only two months after staying in the castle, no one has dared to underestimate her authority.

The young man sitting behind the desk —— or the future owner of this territory, Brando's knight madman —— is, of course, the young man whose real name is Ike, holding the mumps in one hand, and some staring at his wife with boredom.

In fact, since the Battle of Ambethel, the whole world seems to have calmed down and made him feel out of line with himself. He said that the kind of life pursued should be hot and strong and weak.

Unfortunately, however, the Eruin - or at least the southern Eruin frontier - has been irrepressibly calmer each day than the other these days.

The only slightly exciting news is that the south has made Denel's day tense and like a day of war. But unfortunately, as long as Count Denel's brain hasn't burned, he won't be able to pull his army into Rantoniland.

And after the Battle of Ambessel, the Grand Duke of Lantoniland had banned him.

The young man couldn't help but sigh deeply and mumble: “Honey, you said something was going to happen today, but unfortunately we have waited until now, it seems that you are wrong about this prophecy again. ”

Yura was not upset when she heard her husband say so. She turned back to Ike and revealed a reassuring smile; wearing traditional Nine Phoenix clothing made her whole person look a kind of elegant and intelligent beauty, leaving Ike with no choice but to see.

He coughed softly and asked, "Are you feeling better? ”

“Much better, thank you for your concern," Yura replied. “Much better. Lord Hu Jun, please be patient. In Jiufeng, qi maintenance is an important ritual of nobility. ”

“I've been waiting for hours. ”

Eko's voice just dropped and suddenly the door opened with a click. He raised his head slightly and found Macaro standing outside the door with no expression on his face.

“Lord Makaro, what brings you here?” He was stunned. But Makaro interrupted him one step at a time: “Don't ask so much, Ike. Cold fir collar sent me a letter, one for you. ”

“Your Highness?” Yura asked.

“Ha, it's Count Toniguer!” Yet Ike has jumped with excitement. “Great, I knew he'd never forget me! ”

“Give me the letter, Lord Makaro - by the way, what does it say?” But he was reasoned, and finally knew to stop and ask what was in the letter.

Makaro looked at him and shook his head. The future Grand Duke of Lantoniland grew up in the mountains, barely receiving some aristocratic education, but was in fact a mercenary in his bones. And the mind is full of messy knight thought.

What gave him some headaches was that he didn't understand how he could teach such a lord heir. After a slight indulgence, he answered steadily: "The letter says," Let's go to Wallendenburg to meet... ”

“Valentinburg?” Eko suddenly seemed to react: “Isn't that Lord Vieiro's home? Wait, Count, what are they doing in Vieiro? Isn't Denel still at war? ”

Makaromer stared at him.

The young man seemed to finally realize that he had said something wrong and coughed quickly: “Well,... the news of Denel was from Yura. I never went out! ”

“Master Hu...” Yura sighed heavily. The teammates are also selling too decisively.

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