The Amber Sword

“Promise? ”

The fog nodded. “Although we do not know the contents of this covenant, we can also see from the performance of Ellanta today that the level of decreasing order power should be the plan set by the Truth Parliament, which is also the origin of the mortal age. But the truth will include the legend that Odin himself loved in the poem of the heavens, that if a human being were to be born a hero like a knight of heaven and green, perhaps he could decide the fate of the world, until the last moment, they would still wish to return to the days when the 'parents' of the past still existed in the world. ”

“The chosen one is the Silver Queen?” Brando asked.

White Mist looked at him again.

“Maybe, maybe not. But in any case, Constance's final hope of a reopening of the Truth Parliament, played between his hands by the rings of ash, was dashed, and after the Seven Holy Witnesses had witnessed it all, he was about to begin to correct history. ”

“Correct history?” This proposition is too big, Brando feels a little weird.

“Simply put, Odin had left a glimmer of hope for this broken world, otherwise the Minor's war with the Four Wise would have had to divide Vaughn into four or five pieces, and in fact he had not even returned to the Land Corps, which fought heavily against dusk outside the elemental barrier. On the final battlefield, he should have taken a step back with each of the four wise men, who made a 1,000-year-old wish to prove himself right, seven holy witnesses for him, but it turns out he's still wrong, and that's all -”

And the white fog said, "Of course, it could just be my guess —— what do you think, it's funny? ”

Brando was silent for a moment and said, "It's not incomprehensible, Lord Ellanta. I don't think they can judge right or wrong. They're just trying to overthrow the Minor people's rule. Confronting the idea of dusk is too great for them - no, even for the whole mortal world. ”

He raised his head and looked forward. They parked in front of a closed wooden door, which was the top deck of the boat. The thin door could not hide the sound of the wind and rain from the outside. The sea drained from the door seams and flowed down the stairs, as if it were a hanging waterfall.

Tragic white electric light occasionally penetrates the gap between wood and wood, printing several long light bands in pitch-black aisles.

“A thousand years sounds long, but it's still too short for this war. Seriously, I don't know if the world can fight the dragon of dusk, let alone Odin. They'll think so, it's me, and maybe it's better to go back to a time when God is still on earth.” He whispered, “How can a mortal be too weak to fight dusk...”

“But we can't go back, the gods have already left,” the white misty eyes reflect Elder Cabe's hands on the door, pushing hard to open the door: “And the time left to us is so short, if they can't seal the dusk, the whole world will face this disaster. ”

She stopped and seemed to hear the door squeaking open, the sound of the storm pouring in from the outside, and everyone subconsciously fought a cold war, even standing far away from Andersha.

“And even if it succeeds," the sound of the white mist is blown away by the wind, and it seems intermittent: "It is only a matter of delaying the fate of decades. In the future, the world will finally face all of that. The war outside the elemental barrier lasted for thousands of years. Whether the Land Corps still exists or not, no one can say clearly about our attitude towards the world. ”

“But anyway,” she replied, "the future is at least in the hands of mortals themselves. ”

“Does this belong to Martha?” Brando muttered.

“That's exactly what Martha meant. ”

The storm had completely broken into the cabin, flooding the dialogue between the two.

The wind turned the narrow corridor into a whirring corridor, with the sea water splitting over its face, as if Elder Cabe had opened not a broken and rotten wooden cabin door, but a valve at the bottom of the reservoir, with the sea water joining into a wave of drills, pouring in like a waterfall.

The little fairy Brando held in her hand screamed to cover her face with her hand, which of course was largely useless, and soon she became a fallen chicken.

Others, however, were largely unaffected, and the sea water was blocked by an invisible force before it reached them. After a few slight flashes of the silver line of law, the sea water broke apart and fell on the wooden slab to form a circle of white foam.

Elder Cabe stood in the wind and rain, and his robe was soaked long ago, but this short, fat Timothy was unaffected and persevered like a statue. This is the nature of the seafarers, watching over the oceans, conquering the oceans, which, in their view, is no different from the showers of summer afternoons.

Brando heard the trumpet coming from the front and back, not like a human sailor, but more like a string of whistles rushing in the rain, and then he heard a distant horn long noise, a column of light running straight through the ladylike rain screen, pointing from the other side.

The light column was linked to the light column emitted by the convoy, and a bright light path was formed on the dim surface of the sea. He stood on the deck, watching the waves of dozens of leading battleships breaking down along the light path, and his heart raised a grand breath.

He had already seen the outline of another convoy that appeared implicitly in the storm, and the fog said to him loudly: "They communicated with each other the dark currents and swirls in the vicinity, which should be the nearest convoy, and there may be several convoys of this size nearby. ”

“Is that so, Elder Cabe?” Brando asks the Elder's Path of the Timothy up ahead.

The latter nodded and a voice from the heart sounded in the minds of several people: “It was a fleet of the Mist clan that had just returned from Faresa, and they had hunted a sharp seal, a good harvest--”

“Faresa is the Ice Sea, the home of crystal stags.” White fog said immediately.

Brando nodded, Malocha was not on this boat, sacred creatures were born to lead people astray, crystal stags were the best guides in the storm, their industry was so respected, the identity of the traveling magician was just one reason, and Malocha's presence was instrumental.

The latter should now be on the leading warship in the forefront, leading the way for the entire convoy.

“How far are we from where we trade?” He asked again.

Elder Cabe raised a round, fat finger. “There is less than a light chain away, and the storm stops as soon as it passes through the skeletal strait.” His voice said in the hearts and minds that Brando did not understand how far a light chain was and the white mist was obviously unclear, so this time she did not speak.

But what Brando didn't understand was how the straits appeared over the ocean, and he looked around, and although the visibility in the storm was terrible, he could still see the sea level far from the sky, connected to the dark clouds, and there was no shadow of the land in the vicinity, let alone the straits.

But he soon understood what the Elder of the Timothy meant.

A strait rises from beneath the sea, exactly like the fangs of a pair of monsters, and two black-painted cliffs stand so rootless on a barren surface.

They don't know how tall they are, just the surface of the sea between the two cliffs, and Brando's sightings are more than a dozen nautical miles wide, and the huge fleet of Tyrmouth passes between them, tiny as a floating flock of ants.

And as Elder Cabe predicted, as soon as the strait passed, the storm on the sea gradually subsided, as if it had been stormy and furious before, and a moment later the sky was clear and the clouds were quiet and the breeze was quiet.

The white-like waves flattened, and the shallow sea restored its original appearance. The waves were like mirrored waters with a glimpse of the sea sky. The only thing that offended me was that there was still a faint fog all around. Brando can see that there are many reef columns in the fog, and these giant stone columns are spread over the sea, and they are filled with all kinds of giant bones, some of which look like some sort of giant beast or whale, but some of which are human, no doubt, the remains of some kind of giant.

As Brando saw the skeletons, he realized that they had arrived in the sea of skeletons.

This is the heart of the storm.

The convoy he had seen earlier had come a long way at a time when the Tyrmouth fleet appeared to be much smaller than the one at Yongdong Harbor, and although it had several such ships, it had far fewer tap warships on the periphery, and the flagship was far less spectacular than Oberwuf's.

The flotilla of the Mist clan in Elder Cabe's mouth slowed down a few nautical miles from the flotilla, maintaining a speed almost parallel to that of the Forever Harbor flotilla, but soon Brando saw a tap warship coming out of the flotilla and approaching them.

It wasn't until the warship approached him that he could see the crew on board - very different from the crew of the Forever Harbor, which rarely saw fairies or any other native species of the shallow sea, with the clear Tillmorse on it, although their attire was slightly different from that of the Forever Harbor Tillmorse, with the exception of one wearing a robe, almost all wearing thick fur coats and tattoos.

Elder Cabe pointed to the Timothian in the robe and said, "That's the Misty Elder, and they're very close to us. Miss Tata studied in the Misty Clan when she was young, and the Misty Elder is arguably half her teacher. ”

Brando nodded, and some knowledge had to go out of the house in order to understand, so called traveling a thousand miles, and reading a thousand volumes was the logic. Miss Fairy knows so much about the shallow sea and has so much knowledge, besides being a saint, she must have lived many places when she was young.

And students outperform teachers, which is nothing to a genius.

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(PS: Continue Monthly Ticket)