The Amber Sword

“No, you're not Lauro.” Mallochaun raised his head as if he were blindfolded by an ice fog and stared at the fairy lady floating in the middle of the sky not far away.

The latter is lazy as if he could never wake up, his eyes are calm and waveless, inside as if there is a deep lake, dark blue, with a little green, completely different from the gaze of the ordinary fairies, full of intense curiosity, always giving a sense of tolerance and lightness.

She listened to Malocha and she owed it a little gracefully: "I'm Tata. Talams. Thumb, ice fairies shelter, Lauro is my sister, Mr. Mallocha. ”

As she spoke, the top of the tent was shaking the north wind and the snowflakes fell from the void and disappeared on the ground.

“You're Lauro's sister!” Marocha was surprised: “Lauro, she...”

“The fairies' lives are brief and long, and Lauro's life has continued in another way in this world, new and silent, and the cycle of life continues, which is the property of the shallow sea.” Tata looks at herself wrapped in bristles and curiously measures her fias - the pair of emerald blue eyeballs on each other's faces gleaming like gems, just like her sister looked at her a thousand years ago, who was always so naive and lively and curious about everything in the world.

She turned her head slightly: "But thank you for taking care of her, and I can feel her attachment to you, Mr. Mallocha. ”

Malocha lowered her head and pulled the ice with her hooves, looking a little excited.

It took Brando a little effort to figure out the causes and consequences between Mias and Malocha, and he couldn't help but recall the sacred woodland in the dark, where the silence was winter, the branches of ice and snow spread silently, without any life, but where a noble life was spared and his life guarded.

Just because it's buried in the memory of a little fairy named Lauro.

It snows, quietly silent, and despite the passage of time, memories of the past tend to become clearer.

There seemed to be low voices singing in the wind and fairies singing in low voice:

“There is no need to feel sad and sad for the dead, because life goes on and on. ”

“There is no need to weep and grieve for the dead, because new buds always emerge above the decaying soil. ”

“After the end of everything, the world is new. ”

“Traveler, please keep moving, the slogans in the wind accompany you and me...”

Brando looked at the fairy lady in silence, believing that the fairy lady, who seemed so unique, had not come here to confirm the news of her sister - the projection of Ellenta, the fairy queen and sage of the Ring of the World, was here to illustrate many problems.

It seemed like an unexpected meeting, and the key question was why I had become the protagonist of that meeting.

And the fairy's life is short (except, of course, for a light fairy like Tanya, who has an elemental hierarchy), but from the description of this fairy lady, she should have lived for thousands of years, even as the longest living light fairy, which is outrageous, let alone she is not.

This led Brando to think of El Lanta, who, as a mortal, apparently lived too long.

Even if she's a saint.

Brando looked over his head at the white mist on his shoulder, apparently with a slight frown.

He looked at Miss Fairy again, Tata's face still faded, as if she would not speak. Brando had to ask softly, "Miss Tilias, would you like to summon me? Are you the wise man of Eternal Winter Harbor? ”

Tata spoke softly, sounding empty and calm, as if to soothe the anxiety and anxiety in man's heart: "I am the protector of Quirinsti, who came here a thousand years ago because of the covenant with His Excellency Odin, and I am the only wise man here after Master Manlin's departure. ”

“Quirinsti is south of the shallow sea, where the fairies live, Mr. Brando.” She added.

“Do you know me? ”

Brando realized he was asking a stupid question.

Turns out she looked at the Elf Queen beside her, did not answer, very different from the average fairy, she does not seem to like to talk, quiet is curious.

Brando frowned and asked, "What's your deal with the Dark Dragon? Can a wise man of the Tyrmouth also be a non-Tyrmouth? ”

The white mist on his shoulder answered his question and she whispered: “It is important to inherit, but few fairies become wise…” It is self-evident that none of the fairies will obviously think they are reliable.

Even Ms. Tanya, whom he met among the Bukas, was filled with all sorts of mischievous ideas.

But the fairy lady in front of her is obviously extraordinary, and she just stands there and makes people feel different. As if it were a big, thick book, quietly expanding the pages for anyone to read, it was the breath of knowledge and wisdom that emerged from the eyes of beauty and calm.

“Miss Tilias is a family member of the crystal, and her memory includes one-third of the knowledge of the World Library. In fact, she is not only a wise man in the Port of Eternal Winter, she is also a wise man of all things throughout the world of the Timorese.” The Elf Queen's projection smiled and explained to Brando.

Brando hurriedly nodded at her, but saw a little girl emerge from behind Her Majesty. She grabbed her mother's adult dress with one hand and pressed her eyelids with one hand to make a ghost face of Brando.

“Hypocrite, you betrayed me!” The little princess of the bear child spoke out loud.

“Emily!” Queen Williston couldn't sustain herself. She resented the future Holy White Princess - now the little name of the bear child - and rushed her back angrily: "Go back to your room, guard, and take the princess away! ”

Brando's head suddenly exuds a few drops of cold sweat.

But what really affected his mind was not the bear child elf, but the elf queen's previous words.

He couldn't help but look at the quiet fairy lady, the World Library, the repository of knowledge at Fort Babel, whose knowledge and heritage had been completely lost on the earth after the divisive crash of the Tower of Heaven. Perhaps for thousands of years, someone had occasionally found one of the words in it, and the knowledge gained could be traced back to the present day and even build a new civilization on the earth.

Tumen also inherited from only a fragment of a war tablet a system of elemental magic, which led to the creation of a near-modern magic system, which he could say was the mentor of all elements to the wizard, but the knowledge he possessed was not worth mentioning in Barberta's present age.

And now someone tells him that there's still a third of the knowledge in the world.

And the person who holds the keys to this knowledge bank is still in his impression an individual in a group of fairies whose brains aren't working very well - an ice fairy.

When he looked at the fairy lady again, he looked entirely at a library floating in the middle of the sky, a library about more magnificent than the white tower of the silver Bukas, which encompassed all the knowledge and heritage on the earth today.

not even be inferior in any aspects.

“I recognize you.” The fog suddenly jumped off Brando's shoulder at this time, and she landed on the floor and looked up at several others.

White fog stares at Tata. Tillias. Miss Thumb muttered to herself: "You are holy. ”

Miss Fairy nodded quietly: "I am one of the seven saints, Mossad Heath. Ms. White Mist, one of the ancient saints of the witch. ”

“I don't quite remember that," White Mist replied. “Let me see, you're Ellenta. Who are you? ”

“In those days, my name was Raya.” The Elf Queen replied.

“It's you, you're the daughter of the first great Druid,” White Fog looked at her sparklingly: “I recognize you. ”

The Elf Queen nodded with a smile. “I swear to witness everything.” She said.

“I have also witnessed this for him.” The fairy lady also interfaces with a calm voice.

“And I witnessed it all for Vaughn.” Finally, Ellanta, the sage, whose voice is thick and low and very neutral, is not sudden.

And the fog looked at them and said, "Three to the Holy, seven to the Holy Rebirth, only the Buga, the Dragon, the Silver Pokémon, and that man, so you came to me? ”

Ellanta nodded.

Brando frowned slightly, and he looked at the fog, which made it clear that the main character of the meeting was actually the latter, but it was no surprise that Ellanta knew the fog, who was originally from an era.

It was just a conversation between the four of us, but it made him hear something like a cloud.

He had also heard of the name of the Holy One, in a certain context in the game ——

Legend has it that Ellanta, the wise man, kept a covenant with Gilt and Fernzan and walked on the earth for a long time, guarding the covenant made by all men in the battle of the saints - the sacred oath.

She is the Holy One, and that is why she is immortal.

But there has also been a period of investigation into what the Holy One is, but much of it is gone. Brando once thought it was a special state of perfection until some dug up some of the remnants of the war slabs from under the ruins of Flange.

Inscriptions on the tablet mention fragments of the imperfections of the Holy One, which describe the phrase: the key of the world, the lock of the clock.

Players inferred from the inscriptions and some literature that the metaphor behind it should be something like 'hair strips’, because there are similar fragments on the poem of the sky.

But before he crossed, the investigation was nothing more than that.

But Brando didn't ask questions either, he was just a silent listener, and he knew it was not the time to intervene, and the conversation between the wise and the fairy lady and the fairy queen obviously wasn't with him.

The fog silently looked at several others. “You know what? ”

“From the moment the dragon queen Gwendolyn entered the elemental world, we knew that Miss Tilias had found traces of her knowledge.” Queen Pokémon replied.

“The shepherd deceived all of us, and this is the fault of the Holy One, which is why we came to you for help.” Ellanta also said.

Brando couldn't help but look at the fog and wonder if the sage would turn to her.

White fog looked around at the people present and replied: “It is not your fault, after all, that only a few people know the true identity of the female infant, but the rings of ash have been plotted for thousands of years, maybe they can succeed and not necessarily...”

“She couldn't have succeeded," replied Lady Fairy calmly, "Gwendolyn had fooled everyone, but she couldn't fool the Dragon of Dusk, and Odin had already seen it all. ”

“In that case, he promised you a thousand years?” The fog stared at them and asked.

Ellanta was silent.

He slowly said: “Because he has been waiting for that man, the one who was ordained in the prophecy of the poem of God, but that man still failed..."

Miss Fairy waited for the sage to finish before continuing to answer: “The will of the Dragon of Dusk in that baby girl is a conspiracy. The Ring of Ashes did not find the relevant words in the literature of the sage, and they may have been deceived. Mr. Odin has long suspected that the ancient House of Representatives probably did not execute the girl for this reason, but unfortunately he did not have time to reopen the Truth Parliament...”

The fog looked at her and at Ellanta.

“If it weren't for you, it wouldn't be...”

“The battle of the saints was initiated by Mr. Odin, who gave us the blade of flame, the holy lines behind the wind, the four sacred objects,” Ellanta replied softly, "The prophet in the valley of the saints, is Mr. Tumen, isn't he? ”

“ …… ”

'Cause he's an idiot. ”

“Mr. Odin is not foolish, because he knows that the power of the gods has diminished, and if the order of the whole Vaughn is not lowered, dusk will come. ”

White fog jumped like a needle, and she stared at Ellanta with some anxiety: "You know what? ”

“I have a thousand years to remember, always remembering those sad memories.” Ellanta replied slowly.

“Mr. Odin stood for us for the last millennium, and now that the gods have departed, all men will save themselves by themselves.” She looked at the fog like she was looking at a certain time in the past.

There were many puzzles in that time, but they were all solved.

“You want to stop Gwendolyn? Stopping dusk?” White Mist asks, "Do you know what Odin did for it? ”

The Elf Queen is silent.

Ellanta nodded: "Mortals are not ready for the final battle, and we must not allow the dragon of dusk to arrive early, which is the legacy of Mr. Odin. ”

“But did you ever think,” White Mist asked, "that when you die, everything about the past may be completely lost, and that no one has ever had a chance to go back to that era. ”

“Sometimes, however, some people have no choice. ”

“Just like him? ”

“Just like Mr. Odin.” Ellanta replied.

“Well," the fog nodded: "I admit that sometimes the world needs some fools, but now that I'm limited, you have to come up with your own plan. What are you going to do? ”

“Me and the sage adults can't get into the elemental surface, and as soon as we get into the elemental surface, Gwendolyn will notice," replied Queen Pokémon, "we need someone to take the keystone into the local elemental world. ”

“Who, this fairy lady?” The fog shook her head: “She can't. She can't make it through the Mountain of the Storm. You better find a Tyrmouth and me. ”

“The Tyrmouths will not enter the Mountain of the Storm," replied Lady Fairy. “In fact, we have found a good candidate. ”

“Who?” asked White Mist.

Ellanta, Lady Fairy turn her head at the same time as the Elf Queen.

Brando was frowning at the meaning of those words, but all of a sudden he felt the eyes of the three ladies fall on him.

“… Huh? ”

……