The Amber Sword

Have you ever seen a mountain of pride?

The mountain is green and blue, the cloud surrounds the lonely peak all year round, it is like a sharp sword, straight into the top of the cloud, the eagle soars only to its mountain waist, the mountains can only serve as its background.

Brando looked up at this lonely peak for a long time and thought that the mountains of the Ring of Creed were magnificent, and the mountains of Arkash were perilous, yet they had to surrender in front of this lonely peak, like monarchs.

This lonely mountain peak is undoubtedly one of the shocking scenery of nature that strikes people.

A long ladder descends from the top of the mountain and countless steps are laid with gray marble at each stage, beside the long ladder, standing the same countless marble columns, the long ladder connects the temple group on the top of the mountain, the thinner it becomes in the view of the crowd, and finally becomes a straight black line.

“Family of the Blade of Fire, now I have a little faith in what Miss Tyrios said...” Ruth flew off Brando's shoulder and watched this majestic mountain mumble to himself.

“What?” Brando looked at him inexplicably.

“This is Similoud's throne...”

Brando stuck around, and he looked at Lute in the middle of the sky as if he was checking if the latter was kidding. Legend has it that Himilud set her throne at the top of the Mount Chong, above which lies the temple of Gaia, the goddess of the earth, the home of the shepherds of Himilud. Legend has it that it lies in the mountains north of the Plains, but since the disappearance of the three holy objects of the Temple of the Earth, the holy mountain in the eyes of the Toquinin lions and dwarves has disappeared for thousands of years.

The goblin's face was so serious that Brando realized that they weren't joking, that he understood what Ruth meant earlier by Holy Mountain...

That is the Holy Mountain in the eyes of the Toquinin Lions and Dwarves.

“But it shouldn't be in Warnd? ”

“No,” Root shook his head: “The mountain was here, and although it had appeared above the earth, it had been a long time. Since the loss of the Three Holy Things, Similude Ray has moved it back out of the elemental barrier in anger. ”

So there's this mystery in here, Brando, and that's how I get it. He stared at the crowd of palaces in the clouds and asked, "Is that the temple of Goddess Gaia? Flame scepter in this place? ”

“I don't know that either. ”

“You don't know? ”

Lute nodded seriously. “All I know is that the sceptre of fire exists in the Mount of the Storm, because every voter of Furcedus comes here to pilgrimage, and only those who are recognized by the golden flames can decide the fate of the Fire Fairies. Generations of fairy kings don't usually talk about their trial process, so most of the people of Furcades don't know the exact location of the Fire Staff. ”

“But," he continued, "it's probably right here, up here. ”

Brando looked up along the first step, and the marble columns on both sides of the stairs were engraved with ancient inscriptions. This was a pilgrimage path, and for thousands of years the faithful caressed the columns with their hands, and the first step walked up the stone stairs, singing sacred prayers in their mouths, all the way to the top of the mountain.

His gaze had always looked far away, as if he had crossed a long river of time and seen a scene that belonged to that era: shepherds dressed in holy robes, holding sheep's staff, laying thin soil on the stone steps to imply that the people of the earth would reproduce and live on the ground, passing on the Goddess' metaphor for generations.

It wasn't until long ago that Brando regained his gaze.

He took a step forward, but Ruth left to stop him and said, "Wait, do you know who the last person to summon the Holy Mountain was? ”

Brando stopped and looked at the latter and said, "Isn't that you fire fairies? The last Fire Fairy King? ”

Lut shook his head like a wave drum: "That's different, I'm talking about mortals, no... maybe not mortals either.” He looked at Brando somewhat obsessively: “It should be someone like you. ”

“People like me, travel magicians? ”

“Perhaps you could say that, but not entirely, anyway, it's someone like you, you know?” Then, without waiting for Brando to answer, he went on to say to himself: “Holy Mountain, the family of the Blade of Fire, means something completely different to people like you, it is a trial...”

Brando had figured out who he was trying to say by now: "The Chongshan Trial, the knight of Tianqing? ”

Ruth nodded and looked at him silently, muttering: "… what Miss Tilias predicted may be true, but the Chongshan trial was only the beginning, but it was the highest standard…”

“You mean, that trial wasn't the only one? ”

“Of course it is not the only one, it is a trial for the recognisers of the Seven Holy Things, successive dragons of darkness can only be tried by kings. ”

“Dragons of Darkness? ”

“It's an alternative,” Mallocha followed Fierce with a white mist, and the white mist interface replied, “but it doesn't necessarily really have to be recognized. In earlier times, there were more than them. But Odin never said anything about the trial, and no one, including the witch queen, knew it. ”

The fairy seemed a little hesitant, he seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say it, but finally he said, “Family of the Blade of Fire, once you take this step, you can't turn back. ”

“Is it dangerous? ”

“You can't imagine the danger. It took the Tianqing knight 40 years to pass the Chongshan trial and gain the approval of the mountains. He was on the brink of life and death several times. If his will was not strong in steel, he would not have persisted. If he died in the trial, he would have really died. ”

“Your strength is still a little too weak… the key is that no one can help you, nor can your travel magician. By the way, I may accompany you, and I am the summoner of the Flame Staff. ”

Brando looked up and looked at the ladder all over the sky. Then he turned around and said to the others behind him, "Wait here for me. ”

He said that he did not hesitate to step forward and stepped onto the first stage of the Himilud throne.

“Wait for me!” Ruth shouted and rushed up.

But just as he flew up the stairs, he found himself missing Brando.

The moment Brando found himself on his feet, the stairs disappeared, the marble columns by the stairs disappeared, the holy mountains disappeared, and the palaces at the top of the mountain naturally disappeared.

A cold wind swept in, and he realized he was between a snowy mountain, and the mountains whizzed with wind. The mountains seemed to be bare rocks, and the rocks were sharp as sharp blades, and the sky was shady as lead casting.

When the second chilly wind broke out, Brando felt a sincere chill, as if it could penetrate his tough skin to the bones and inner body, freezing the blood running after the polarity as if it were melted steel.

Powerful power seems to have disappeared, and in the cold, Cersei trembles like a normal person - although Brando understands that this is just a delusion, he only opens the system and understands that his strength has not diminished, but has increased.

The Timorese robe was replaced with a double-chained deck, between the seams of the deck, a thick mink coat on top of the chain armor with the metal ring interlocking, a thick velvet cushion and a silk vest inside, the metal gloves were filled with the finest deerskin and plush, and the iron foot was also thick and soft, and he wore a long bearskin cape and cloak, which could be shamed by any craftsman of Ambethel during the sword year.

Brando doesn't even need to confirm it, he can carry the name of the armor - Carrill's courage, the hero's armor, plus the cold kit, each of which he carefully picked out from the market. The magic kit is at least the top of the boutiques, although it's not as touchy as the trolls.

He raised the sword in his hand, without having to look, and with the feel of the hand coming under the iron gloves, he could feel that it was an orthodox Gracius sword - a sword with two hands, even one with a sword blade and one with a sword handle to fight, which is exactly why the iron gloves were prepared.

The name of this sword is Ming Soul, one of the dead souls of Ke Xing.

This is his equipment on the last battlefield in the Arkash Mountains, and even the tiniest details have not been missed, apart from the props that were then ready in the backpack.

The veins of his body formed a perfect circulation, fluttering, every inch of muscle as if it were a sculpture, every breath, long and powerful, and the field around him had disappeared, replacing it with law and order as if it were an integral part of the world.

Brando flipped the sword gently with his fingers on the blade, a drop of silver blood flowed out of the wound, and the spin instantly healed.

He exhaled lightly.

Perfect body, silver body.

This is the peak of his game.

But what is this place?

Brando finally remembered that he was in a trial, but he didn't know why the legendary Try of the Mountain changed his state to the last moment before traveling through the world.

Is this trial purely for the soul?

He had just come up with this thought in his heart, another cold wind came to his face, the brisk north wind hit his face as if it were a knife, so that he almost felt his skin tear open, he was afraid to touch his cheek, afraid that there had been several mouths open, in this extreme environment blood would freeze and crack the scab, if the skin on his face was accidentally ripped off, it was not impossible.

……