The Amber Sword

“Who am I? ”

Brando was stunned by this problem.

Is it Sophie or Brando? Count Tony Gale, or descendant of Sword Saint Darius? Is it the hero of the Eloins, or Martha's savior - the fool, or the king?

And that many identities, which really belong to him.

Brando focused on the tall Stone of Holy White, afternoon and the sun of Xi slanted on him, time had flowing gravel, and the sun had changed its light; the shadow on the stone wall had also been vivid, like a picture engraved with an unpredictable shade of light.

It was a hero who smashed the dome.

A king is taking off his crown.

It was the twilight of a wise man.

Belief of an idealist.

Quadruple shadows overlap each other.

It's like a shimmering light that eventually converges on a person.

Brando stood silently in front of the tablet, as if it were a heavy feather, converging behind him, and eventually becoming invisible.

Everyone looks at this scene, face to face, and what does the staggered split light on this tablet mean —— is it a hallucination, or a revelation? Who the hell is this young man?

And the only people in the crowd were Tumen and Tumen and Tumen and Tumen. It is called wisdom and far-reaching obedience, as if the future and mist were no longer turned into a heavy curtain, and the flames of wisdom cut a path of blood and fire from the thorns of darkness, because they saw the light of the last moment of the dawn, so they would no longer be afraid and confused.

Brando felt something. Turn around. One pair are young eyes, one pair are old eyes, one is a student, the other is a teacher, the younger is restrained progress, while the elderly are tolerant and calm, the light and shadow of the millennium at this moment is like a passing fire, the new meets the old.

Brando nodded at the old man.

I dare not thank you for your service.

Perhaps this is the end of history, where no one with responsibility chooses to fake hands.

All visions disappeared, even the rings converged, one in their owners' hands, restoring its original appearance. But people have forgotten all about it, because Brando came back silently and looked at everyone.

Who am I?

Now there's an answer to that question. He looked at the lion and his eyes were bright:

“Me, it's Brando. ”

The scene was silent.

A person's momentum overwhelms everything.

It took a while for the young lion to react, but weakness made it a little embarrassed and roared: “Brando? I see. You're the Lord of the Tonigars, Eruin's so-called hero? ”

“The teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!” Haruze stood out for the first time and looked angrily at the lion.

“That's just Elouin's hero,” the Lion shook his head: “This is the king's seat, and what qualifies him to stand here? ”

“Isn't he the king yet?” Princess Magdalene's soft voice plugged in: “Everything on the tablet, don't you see? ”

The young lion took a step back, and it did not expect that no one would support him, far from even the Bukas and the Silver Pokémon, to stop it. But he refused to give up because of his losing personality and said aloud: "So tell me, is this lord the king there? ”

The questioning reverberated over the venue--

The nun hesitated to shut her mouth.

Aloz was so angry that the dragon was about to leave. But Frofa's eyelids quickly grabbed her arm and shook her head.

“Let go of me, Frofa, I must show that little lion the thickness of heaven and earth! ”

“You want to screw up the alliance, Aloz? ”

“Ahhh!” Little Mother Dragon was so angry, she yelled.

Along with Brando, Faina also looked anxiously at Delphine among the crowd, but the Chancellor smiled with no hesitation and gave her a slightly restless look. But her heart was questioned, and how could the poor girl be calm? She was in a hurry to stamp her feet, and even complained about her best friend.

The lion was proud of himself and showed a winning smile and proudly said to Brando: "Well, sir, would you please go to the back and not disturb the normal order of the meeting. ”

Brando glanced at it.

A voice has answered first: "I'm afraid he's not going anywhere, Prince Neil Fisher.” It was the Chancellor Jinjin's somewhat gentle, tolerant voice, with a wise breath of speech.

“Why?” the young lion turned around and looked at Delphine dissatisfied: “Don't you see what I mean, woman? ”

“Of course I know what you mean, Your Royal Highness, but I don't think you understand what I mean, because His Majesty belongs here. ”

“Your Grace?” Neil Fischer ‘ha‘ smiled softly: "What a sire, then, mademoiselle, tell me, is this gentleman the king there? ”

“He's the king here. ”

Another voice replied coldly.

Brando looked back somewhat acutely, unexpectedly at the crowd there.

Neil Fischer didn't find the source of the voice for a while, but it didn't, and he answered, “The king here? Is this the king of the wilderness? Or King of St. Osor? ”

The Pokémon rose and looked at him furiously.

The young prince of the lion hurried to the wind elves to make an apologetic gesture. But instead of letting Brando go, it was looking in the direction of the Cruz.

But the resolute voice went on to say, "Because this is neither Manctol nor St. Osor. ”

“That's funny," Neil Fisher was a little annoyed by this hidden voice: “So where is this place? Don't we all know where we are? ”

There were two or three laughs in the crowd.

Delphine looked in that direction and smiled softly, smiling slightly proudly: "Your Highness naturally knows where he is, but for a moment he has not noticed. Isn't our world called Warnde? ”

“King of Warndes? ”

Neil Fisher revealed an exaggerated god, and he laughed twice: “I didn't know there was such a title in the world.”

But it suddenly stopped laughing.

Because the Lion Prince saw this time the Cruz stood up and looked at it with a gloomy face; at that moment, Neil Fisher suddenly remembered that the world seemed to have such a title.

That is the king of kings, the king of kings,

But it once belonged to only one person.

The man, Gilt, was a young man from the Great Plains; he was the pioneer of the Cruz people, the first master of the Holy Sword Odyphus, but also the king of flames and co-master of the Holy Alliance.

So only the wind of the sand blew the grass leaves.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Brando, and for the first time, people felt that the blade handle behind it, reflecting the sun, was shining with some burning eyes.

Brando finally realized something was wrong, and the answer Delphine gave him seemed so unusual. In the eyes of the people, he turned back to the Prime Minister, Jin Jin, but the latter was hidden in the crowd laughing brightly, like a little devil who plotted to succeed.

This is how much she wants to see it.

All of a sudden, the crowd split apart, and a man emerged from it.

Brando looked at the owner of the voice and took a subconscious step back —— that was the Croatian prince. Leonarette was slowly walking out of the crowd, looking at everyone calmly, and then picking up a crown from her own servant.

This move finally led Brando to find the answer to that question, which was exactly what Delphine had given him.

But this identity…

Brando Meredith looked at Leonard and looked at him as if he were asking:

“Why?”

But the Crown Prince shook his head only slightly.

Instead of looking at Brando, he held up the crown with his hands and shouted to all those present: "In witness of the sacred precepts, His Majesty the previous Emperor of the Empire had named a man as the heir of Cruz; and now the faith of the Golden Flame has not extinguished, and the Holy Sword Odyphus possesses this new master, so the Cruz will keep their word and embrace him as king -”

So...

“He will be the lawful monarch of the Cruz. ”

Wow...

It's not just the people in the room.

At this moment, even the nobles of the Krutz shook, and people stood up from their positions for a moment and their heads floated.

A loud noise.

Brando is like a stone sculpture, standing in the crowd. Turns out that ring is the legendary Holy Ring of Fire. What happened that night in Rusta has been in sight to this day. The silver queen's unwilling eyes before she died were like a thin knife engraved into his heart.

That is obviously a tribute to life.

But why do we still have to go that way?

He used to wonder.

But it's gone.

Brando turned around silently and glanced hard at Faina. The big lady from Mehotofen shrugged her neck out of consciousness, some anxiously whispering, “Brando, you have to accept this. ”

Once again, Brando looked to Delphine, to Walla the Grand Holy, to Nederweyn the Grand Chancellor, and to the Dukes of Mehotofen and Ludwig in this room, is that all they wanted? Or everything she wants? But if he refuses, it will not be just Faina and Delphine who will be humiliated, but the Krutz will also be laughing stock.

So what's the answer?

But Brando is asking himself.

At that moment, the Prime Minister's smile converged on his face.

She raised her head and looked gently at Brando, and her eyes were a little rustic. She pushed him to despair one step at a time, but it could be said that it was a step at a time that brought him to the last step of the throne, so did she choose to follow her heart, or did she go that way?

So this is everything.

Brando finally understood what the Silver Queen passed on to herself.

He shook his head.

When everyone watched his movements, he only raised his hands silently and took the crown from the Crown Prince.

“Remember what you said to Haruze?” Brando whispered to Larry Nate, “It's yours, and one day nobody will be able to take it away from you. ”

Leonard shrugged and looked up at Brando with dismay.

“I think one day you'll be a good king.” Brando silently lowered his head and put the crown on his head. Then he turned around and left only a shadow on the eldest son. At that moment, the venue was somewhat unspeakably quiet and the wind seemed to have stopped.

The young prince of the lion took a subconscious step back and looked a little pale.

Haruze held his fist with some excitement, and this is his teacher, the man he worships most; he cannot be defeated by any difficulty. He's like a living legend that can illuminate everyone's reality.

It is to be hoped that the sparks of civilization will fall into darkness, but with one hand they will be picked up again. Delphine watched the scene silently, and for a moment the Prime Minister, Kim Kim, turned around and blinked slightly.

Brandomer walked up to everyone, stopped and watched everyone calmly:

“Now, I prove why I'm here--”

“Next, as the heir to this supreme throne, obeying that ancient covenant, I will exercise all this authority —— I think it's time to put an end to these red tape, isn't it? ”

“So, gentlemen, may I agree? ”

The envoys of all nations were somewhat stunned.

What is the supreme throne? Do the Cruz really think they can regain that glory with one title? It's not just the master of Holy Sword Orphis. It's the king of kings, the king of kings.

But will there be a second Gilt in the world?

But until a firm voice has sounded: “I agree. ”

Princess Magdalene left her seat and gave Brando a gentle look. Then she raised her voice again: "Silver Bay countries, agree. ”

“Eruin, agree.” Haruze also spoke out loud.

“Jiufeng, agree.” Phoenix replied calmly.

Lord Lorrindale suddenly stood up.

“Where are you going, teacher?” Arut looked at him.

“I'm going to answer a question.” Isdovelle had a thin face with a smile.

He left and walked up to Brando.

“With a sword, Your Excellency the King of Fire.” The king of Rollindale said with a smile.

Brando stunned, but immediately understood, smiling slightly, and lifted his hand to throw a blue light into the past. Isdovel held the sword steadily, then raised it high, the light of the dome, glittering brightness on the blade of the sword.

“Holy Sword Dome -! ”

The wind elves burst open and shouted.

The Elf Regent grabbed the handle gently, inserted the sword into the ground, and turned around, nodding his head at Aruta, not far from here.

“Teacher? ”

“The ring. ”

Aruta looked at the sparkling sword, which only reacted, removing the Holy Ring from her hand and handing it over. Isdovelle picked up the holy ring and gently placed it over the handle of the heavenly sword.

Sword by sword, ring by ring, intersecting with each other.

Brando looked at the scene and smiled and pulled Odyphus out of his back, also inserting the blade of golden flame into the ground. He went back to his head, and Delphine had already taken the Order of God and placed the Sacred Ring of Fire on his sword.

Two holy rings, opposite each other.

Two rings, shining with each other.

Aruta took a deep breath and took all the courage: "Saint Osor, agree. ”

The crowd is already raging.

Big Druid grey stood up, Fania's little figure, smiling gently beside her.

“Ellanta, agree. ”

Instaron also stood up.

“Madara also borrows a sword. ”

The Black Lord stood in front of Brando and smiled shallow: "Dear Lord, don't come unharmed. ”

Brando nodded at him with a smile.

They measure each other, they are similar in age, they fought against each other, but they fought alongside each other; after a journey through the sea of the dead moon, fate seems to have made them allies again today.

“Thank you,” replied Installon with a smile.

“You're welcome, say hello to Tagus for me. ”

“I will. ”

Three holy swords, three rings.

Queen Madara looked at the moment and said softly: "Madara, agree. ”

“Agree.”

“Agree.”

More and more followers.

Dwarf King California laughed loudly and looked at the scene with admiration. At the urging of Delphiry and Manrique, he also raised his hammer and answered boldly: "Silver Hall, yes. ”

The crowd boils again.

Many nobles from different regions have not yet fully reacted and do not understand exactly where this Count Tonigal is sacred.

But it was at this moment that Delphirie had laid down the blade box, from which Manrique piously drew the holy sword, Misor, who raised his sword and inserted it into the gravel with his hands, forming an annulus with the other three swords.

The Finn praisers were noisy.

“Sacred Sword of Light, Missouri!” Someone has even yelled out.

The head of the Knights of Judgment stood shaking and gazed at the scene. And by the reminder of others, he remembered to give a ring to his servant shaking, who would run away with the holy ring of light in his hand and place it on the handle of the sword.

The Greyhews Knights raised their hands: "Fine zan, agree! ”

Four holy swords, before the tablet of holy white, glorious.

“Behold, that is the sword of the shallow sea--!” Hazel's people suddenly got excited because they saw another sword, a blade that appeared in Brando's hands —— a light blue blade, like a crystal cast, with a spectacular glow of cold, and that was Sina the Frost Winger.

"Oh, my God, I didn't think it really existed! ”

“Lord Crystal's sacred object symbolizes the sword of the shallow sea! ”

Hazel suddenly realized something and looked up at Brando.

Brando similarly looked at the children of these dragon crystals of knowledge and turned his sword: “Hazel, do you remember your promise a thousand years ago that you would return to this sacred covenant? ”

“We do.” The great prophet has stood up for the first time.

Brando turned his head slightly.

Five holy swords--

On that sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom glittered an indescribably beautiful glow over the ring.

And at this moment, people finally looked at the Lions of Tokenin, and the Lions stood up embarrassed —— of course, they knew who was holding the Holy Sword of the Earth. But how could their prince, Neil Fischer, have given up this opportunity to humiliate the new king of flames before?

Neil Fisher also held his fists and stood humiliated.

It can choose to leave, but the previous efforts of the Golden Lion will be turned into flying ash. It is filled with discomfort. Is it clear that that step is close to sight, but it can turn everything into a shadow just because of its fault?

The young Lion Warrior looked up at Brando and was ready to bow his head.

But what it sees is serious and sincere eyes.

“What about the Temple of the Earth? ”

Neil Fisher opened his mouth.

Dwarf King California suddenly turned around and looked at Tokenin's allies. The whole venue was so quiet at this moment that even the nobles outside were holding their breath.

“We…” Neil Fisher's green eyes looked incredibly at the young man, Count Tonigle, who had not been seen by it: "… we, agree. ”

Brando gently raised his hand.

So a thousand years later, the sword of the earth, Harangua, finally returned to the hands of the Toquinins. The young Lion Warrior gasped heavily and almost had some untrue illusions. He gently drew his nose and felt the true scent of the mountains and the earth in his hand.

Bean-sized tears suddenly burst out.

Neil Fischer roared heavenly, and at this moment the Lion's warrior finally understood what tears were like and why for thousands of years the blood and tears of his forefathers had flowed.

And now, the glory of Burma is finally in the hands of the Tokenins.

“You deserve the glory,” Isdovelle said softly watching the scene, "but you still need to defend it. ”

The last sword was also erected, which is the legendary blade of stone.

Thus, the final map of the world of order also lacks only one corner.

Six holy swords, oblique shadows, silent narrative like an epic. It was a stack of countless moments, a stack of heroes interwoven with legends, every sword, every master, every age, every cryable name that shone into people's hearts at this moment.

Until the Buga entered, Solomon, king of wizards, left the hammer of the dictation.

“Buga, agree. ”

Everyone understood at that moment that a new era had begun.

It will be an age of human struggle against destiny, where everyone will use their courage to fight for the future of a world.

But the center of all eyes converged on the shadow of a young man who was not very tall. The corner of Count Brando's trench coat was dancing with the wind above the wilderness, and his long hair, and his quiet deity, like a sculpture, was transformed into eternity at this moment.

It is also the backdrop of an era.

Same young.

Same hand with the holy sword.

Same beliefs.

And equally fearless.

……