The Amber Sword

The tiny room is filled with what is known as a heavy atmosphere, with only one round table in the dark and a crystal with dim fluorescence reflecting a few pale faces. The ceiling flashed with a shifting silver matrix, and objects like mercury seeped out of the matrix, creeping every corner filled with the room's four walls - dozens of meters deep underground, the air clouding nearly stopped flowing.

Brando raised his head and looked at everyone present - King California of the Dwarves, the Great Commander of the Knights of Finn Zan, Solomon, Antitina, Isdoville, Aruta, Prince Nair, Grand Druid and Grand Saint Walla.

After confirming that the others were ready, he carefully removed the five taupe tablets and placed them on the table in front of the crowd.

At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling crept, as if it had truncated some kind of information in space; but it could also be because the dragon of dusk had long failed to care about this little beacon, and in any case, the terrible pressure that Brando had personally felt in Port Fatan had not reappeared underground.

Everyone subconsciously looked up at the ceiling, and it was like an illusion, but it was disturbing enough.

“Go on.” Isdoville said.

Brando nodded, in the dark, but he could also see clearly with his hands carefully aligning the five pieces of stone together on the table. And when these ordinary tablets were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.

A rapidly spreading fluorescence appeared in the darkness.

Together, the stone pieces hovered, forming a sand tray engraved with the direction of the mountain river and the green forest, a strange land, but somewhat familiar. Haruze took a gentle breath at the table, reflecting the light in the darkness in his silver eyes, and he whispered in amazement: "Eluin! ”

“To be precise, it was Eruin of an era.” Brando pointed in the direction of Jean de Neil: “It's still a lake, and Valentin is a bay, at least pre-Eruin from the time the Dead Frost Forest formed. ”

“Look at the rings of the wind! ”

“Is it Valhalla!” Aruta asked.

“No, that's the Tree of the World.” Brando suddenly remembered the giant tree that he had seen in the rings of the wind.

The head of the Knights of Finn Zan asked, "What is this? ”

“It's a beacon," Solomon replied, "and this is what Miss Antittina's father has been looking for all his life, and how many unnamed heroes have died for it for centuries, and fortunately everything they've done has brought it back into our hands. ”

“Is…? ”

“Map to the Throne of the End. ”

A whispering, mumbling voice, Dwarf King California picked up his hammer several times and let it go, making it seem a little exciting - after all, the only hope in the world.

And in the darkness, Antina stood silently beside her, her eyes reflecting the luminescence, her hands a little pale, her corners tight. Brando glanced at her and asked, "Are you okay? ”

The maid shook her head.

“Don't push yourself, Antina. ”

“I am well, Lord, thank you for your concern. ”

Others recognised the hero's descendants and rose to salute her. Antina didn't say a word, but her eyes lit up, because that's what her father did, abandoned his wife and daughter, and even lost his life, but at this moment she was almost proud of the man.

Fluorescent light rises from the sand tray and eventually forms seven light columns suspended over Eruin. Brando looked at the columns of light and suddenly remembered something, the moose in the woods, glowing with a holy white glow, and he stood proud to look at them and the refugees under the moon.

“That's Buck Hill. ”

Freya's eyes were also shining bright, and she looked up and said excitedly, "Brando, I remember we went to that place! ”

Brando nodded.

Golden Flame Sleep, Fairy Home, Legacy of the Saint -

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Wow, wow, the sound of evacuation footsteps in the mist. The fog that separates a few people, from the costume they should be from the highland knights of Karasu, but the highland knights have accepted integration as part of the new southern army of the kingdom, they rarely leave the site without an order, how can they come to Butch hundreds of miles away?

“Here!” Suddenly someone shouted.

The knights gathered in the past and looked in awe at the two giant statues that stood in the fog - the giant statues with spears rising to the top of the cliff, gazing straight ahead, unchanged from when Brando first saw them five years ago, as if the ages could not leave a mark on these boulders. They gaze silently, as if they had penetrated the long river of history, at a certain point in the past, and see the present moment.

Seventeen knights entered the canyon.

Much of the fog in the canyon has dissipated, and that lonely golden apple tree on the hill still stands in turbulent stones. When they saw the tree, the knights were excited - it was the first reproduction of the legacy of the Buck Hill Saint in five years, and it was definitely unique from His Majesty the King of Fire's description.

They contrasted that lonely tree on the hill, marching in the direction described on the map, and soon saw two staggered boulders. Seeing this, the knights all had a clear eye, and in turn, the dwarves burst beneath the boulders. They came to the other side of the rock - a man's height on the mountain wall, leaving a hole the size of a thumb - and five years of light and shade left no mark on the hole, even as if the scratches were fresh, as if everything had stopped at the moment when Aloz had fired the arrow himself.

Yet the years have passed and the four of us who were here have long since changed. A young man who understands the desire to change the kingdom, a rural girl from Bucchi countryside, a brutal Golden Dragon princess who is reluctant to shoulder her responsibilities, and a silent widow who looks like a silver dragon girl who has no quarrel with the world. The fairy fruit, which is tied to the branches, the legendary pure gold apple, seems to have truly changed the fate of everyone through the hands of several people.

It's just the secrets of history that are now hidden beneath the mist.

The knights didn't even look at the arrow marks and walked towards them. Soon, someone shouted in front of them. The knight in front stopped to remove the scattered rubble and revealed a square iron box underneath - they opened the box and saw the slabs sleeping in it.

The captain only glanced at the tablet and immediately closed the box again, turning back and saying to everyone: "Now that we have found something, go and inform His Majesty the King of Flames. ”

The rumours from the Buck Hills cross through the Chongshan and the Meilin, through one node after another, along the mountains of Chablis, over the Grahar Mountains, into a magical symbol, and finally into the Cold Cedar Castle south of the Mintai Plains, through a window, into a dark red prismatic crystal placed on a metal platform.

The crystal became bright, and a moment later, a slender hand took it up.

Nimaisi looked quietly at the mysterious symbols in the crystal columns, a voice coming from behind her: "Nimaisi, where is the summons?” Dropping the crystal, the lady turned back and looked at the face not far from the desk, almost exactly like herself, with a slight tenderness in her heart.

“The legacy of the saint is reproduced in the hills of the Buck,” her old-fashioned voice replied: "The Highland Knights found that thing, which was a summons to inform Mr. Brando... sister. ”

“His Majesty the King of Fire. ”

Nimaisie leaves her mouth open.

Her heart was filled with complex feelings about the man who had given her a truly new life, and he kept his promise that she would finally be free - a true freedom, not a substitute for another. In that nightmare in her deepest dreams, the moment had finally passed, and occasionally at midnight, she would even shed tears.

But it was not tears of sorrow, but tears of unbelievable joy.

But somehow, the lady knight is always reluctant to take the lead in showing her weakness - especially on her other side, in front of the white. She closed her emotions and looked at her nominal ‘sister’.

White smiled, knowing what the little girl was thinking.

She shook her head and stretched beneath her white cheek all the way to her neck, a bloody pattern reflecting the warm afternoon sun, adding a few mysterious colors. The power of Dragon Blood Pool also inevitably leaves the mark of magic and life in shaping this body, and these tattoos all over her body not only strengthen her, but make her a more powerful magician than she was in the past.

A string magician who truly had dragon blood, and not long ago Aloz had quite officially invited her to join the Dragon Nation.

“Want to call Ambethel?” Nimmasis asked.

“Notify Ambethel," White nodded, dropping the file in his hand: "The excavation there should also be at the end. ”

A deep, bottomless pit stretches beyond the southern gate of Ambesseur.

The clangs beneath the pit surrounded the entire excavation site with countless scaffolds, and the contours of a temple were clearly visible beneath the rock formation. A team of people were sending the excavated soil to the ground through a sloping corridor, which had already piled up in the mountains for six months. Les Mecca stood behind Haruze and looked at the place with complexity, a port of special significance to her, because this is where she was born.

She glanced silently at His Majesty the young King, his eyes filled with a gentle divine colour, and beside her, Kayamori held his best friend's hand.

Suddenly a cheer came from beneath the pit.

A glowing sword was rising from the bottom of the pit, and Brando stood in the mud, looking up at the heavenly dome, and as the sword rose to its top, the blade constellation that placed it suddenly cracked to the left and right, revealing an ancient slate in the middle.

Simmer held the tablet in his hands and came to him.

“Thank you, Sy. ”

The mountain girl smiled slightly.

Brando took over the tablet and gently touched the strange words on the tablet with his hands, but there was a slight fainting in his heart. This is the third one, and since he figured out the secrets of those five tablets, three tablets have been excavated here in Swallow Castle, in the Ring of the Wind, and in Ambethel for two years —— tablets he's not new to.

A long time ago, it was discovered that there were such slabs in the remains of saints in Eruin that, when they were taken out of the saints' remains, they automatically disappeared from the backpack of their owners. Either way, you put it in a carrying ring, in a dimensional hole, or in a floating sphere, and it eventually leaves and goes back where it belongs.

For this reason, these tablets are described as part of the idealization of the saint's legacy and are considered to be the embodiment of a rule, and it is this tablet that led to the emergence of the saint's legacy.

This explanation, however, does not explain why such slabs appear only in Eruin.

But now Brando finally solves the puzzle.

They are not part of the idealization of the legacy of the saints, but the cornerstone of the whole Vaughn, part of the idealization of the world. Their position is not merely anchored to the material realm, but to the Tiamat law as a whole, so it is absolutely impossible to carry these slabs with any means in the present world. Because where all power comes from Tiamat's laws, you can't use them against the laws themselves.

Except for seven holy swords.

Seven holy swords are the keys to the cornerstones of the world.

And when Brando put these tablets together, he finally realized what they really were. The slabs communicate with each other in vastly different spaces and times, and the complex lines of law twist in the space they contain, forming a network of laws that are not inferior to Warnde himself. If the seven swords are merely the base of the crown, then the sphere that the seven slabs fit into each other is a truly brilliant crown.

And this crown, it represents a door.

Brando knew why it was a door, because he had seen something like it more than once in a long memory.

Before the Mountain of Stopping the Storm opens.

Before the opening of the vast earth palace of the breath of the earth.

Before the Ring of the World opens.

Before the Wolf Throne opens.

It's the end of time, a copy of the world.

But the key to unlocking the laws of those world events, compared to this thing in his hand, is worthless, and it's like a ridiculous inferior quality. And only this key, precious as if it were the whole world, can feel its uniqueness when he holds it in his hands.

Suddenly he understood where the final throne was, turning out to have been there long ago, when the horrific pressure from over the golden gate, like quicksand, made him step forward. But he can now be sure that there should be a bigger space behind that door, and as Martha said, there's an enormous secret buried beneath Eruin.

Otherwise, it cannot explain why the seven cornerstones of the Tiamat rule are buried in this little place.

Two years is a long time--

From the Year of the Holy White Vulture to the Year of the Spring, where all possible miracles were created on the battlefield, the coalition of the four temples defeated the Cluster Army where the Cruz had lost and rekindled Rusta. In the south, the armies of Dwarves, Eruin, Naga and the Lions have also penetrated the Plains and, with the help of the Hazel fleet, have begun to attack the Bay of Cloaks.

With the return of the Kurdish Empire, the Hazel Plateau appears to be nearing sight, and despite mankind's fall on vast tracts of land north of Arkash, civilization and order have built a vast 'sanctuary’ between Valhalla and two fortresses, one south and one north of Babel.

They call it sanctuary, to imply hope for the future.

And it is conceivable that in the not-too-distant future, this land will be the last soil for mankind to confront dusk, as if it were a new, human-created place of blessing that will nurture the whole continent tomorrow. In a battle of great and small size, many names disappeared, the Duke of Ludwig died in the Changqing Corridor, Fayna's father, Grand Duke Mehotofen, died ill as in history at the end of the year of the Holy White Lion Vulture, and the Fayne zans lost their chief of the Knights of the Supreme Trial, behind a once famous name in history, more nameless heroes, but behind every hero, more stars rose.

Many of Madara's stars began to shine as they did in history, and the younger generations of the Krutz came to the stage of history. In a war, Princess Magdalene replaced her grandfather as the hero and master of the Silver Bay region, while the name of the Freya Goddess of Martial Arts had long been echoed on the southern front in the Holy White Wilderness, corresponding to the prestige of the Tonigars and Valhalla, as well as the legend of Hehe of the White Lion Legion.

But what makes Brando smile is that there are occasional rumours of Princess Fuchsia on the battlefield, and many people wonder who this little princess from Eruin is sacred, compared to his students who are feeling so nervous about it.

Compared to these new-generation heroes, he, who has remained in Eruin, has gradually lost his reputation since the White House. One has even gradually forgotten the existence of such a king of flames, and some believe that Brando has forged this sacred alliance, but that he has merely made the necessary contribution to this step of the forces of order.

Although many people who knew the truth were indignant about it and Solomon had personally asked him what he meant, Brando did not take it personally.

“If the age of mortals were to come, would Warnd still need a Savior? ”

In response, Solomon looked at him silently.

He replied earnestly, "But people don't forget heroes. ”

But Brando understands that forgetting is not an option for the future.

He picked up the tablet and walked forward.

Sy held the Sky Blue Gun and looked silently at the Lord's back. She is not a person who likes to ask the bottom of the question, but the Lord has become more and more silent. The smile seems to have been lost from him sometime. He is always frowning and thinking about something. Often one looks out of the sky and becomes stunned for half a day. Although he has not noticed the anomaly himself, everyone around him clearly feels this change.

She remembers what Miss Freya said to her before she left Eruin, but how could she interfere with Lord's decision, that whatever Brando wanted to do, she would only choose to follow behind his back in silence.

Sy grabbed the spear and quickly chased it up.

As she approached her lord, Bran looked back somewhat. When Sy saw the Lord's eyes, she caught hold of them. Those pale brown eyes had a slight regret. That was the color of God she had never seen before.

“Lord, lord? ”

“Sy, how's the Grey Wolf Mercenary Group? ”

“Everyone is fine. For the past two years, Eru has been at peace, and we are just searching the world for the legacy and tablet of the saints, without any trouble. ”

“That's good,” replied Brando, "I hope everyone has good hopes, especially you, Sy. ”

Sy stopped and looked at him.

Tears suddenly burst into orbit.

The young girl said it word for word:

“By your side, I will be happy. ”

The sum wind of spring and dawn is blowing past this port city, and five years of light and shadow can hardly quench the shadow of war.

But on this once ruined land, the seedlings of life in the soil are sprouting, and homes are destroyed and rebuilt, and in many parts of the continent, this is happening. Many craftsmen, scholars and dark magicians have emerged from various colleges and have begun to put themselves on all fronts to support this ultimate battle of civilization in all its aspects.

While the clouds of that final battle were approaching in the north of Fanzan and in the sea of the Dead Moon, there was hope in everyone's heart. Perhaps many lives will die in this war, but as long as the spire of civilization remains intact, the remnants of the spark will eventually pass on to each other until it reappears.

Brando looked at the distant and blue bay and received a letter from the knight.

As if, for the first time in so many years, he had been able to look at the beauty of Ambethel in an admirable way, what a wonderful world it was, to come here and leave a mark, the greatest luck of his life. He loves it and has all his ideals and beliefs here, and he will never regret doing anything about it.

Afternoon sunshine, warm and shining, Brando squinting his eyes, perhaps this is the beauty in his heart.

The wind blew the letter loudly.

“Charles is back, Sy.” He said softly.

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