Looking at this scene, Antitina was already crying.
The squirrel avenue is silent in Braggs.
No one understands what this scene means.
But for Bredel , the scene in the forbidden orchard on Butch Hill Road three years ago is still in sight.
It was a father, a husband, a hero, and the silent bones could not tell him everything about the past, but the weathered parchment recorded the sincere feelings.
Two people born in different times, at that moment, their fate meets with each other. Their eyes cannot cross life and death, but their ideals and beliefs can still be transmitted.
Freya bit her lips silently.
The illusion is changing
It is above the sky, presenting to everyone the stories that were unknown in the past.
People saw Viscount Uchimatsu fulfill his promise.
He sneaked into the shepherds interior and got the gray stone piece, but was aware of the maggot lord Mayad. At the last juncture, Cavalier Pamid gave up his life and paved the way for his companions—
After a long pursuit and flight, Bredel saw the place he knew.
In the valley basin, isnt that where the golden devil tree is?
Viscount Uchimatsu hid deep in the cracks of the rock, and the shepherd who could not find him planted the seeds of the golden devil tree under fury.
And in the hole.
The dazed father wrote the last letter of his life on parchment with a quilclass="underline"
‘Martha is on, I may die soon, if I die …’
Antitina covered her mouth.
She still remembers that day.
In the small and dim room, Tuk Tuk sounded a knock on the door. When she saw the young mans face through the door slit, her fate changed from then on.
But she clearly remembered how Bredel handed the letter to her at that time.
The words in that letter were so clear in memory, as if yesterday—
Large drops of tears rolled down the girls cheeks into the dust.
In many areas of Vaund.
People stopped and watched the moment silently.
They saw Viscount Nesson exhausting his last strength to pick up the gray stone and place it on parchment. He seemed to want to write something, but in the blue-gray eyes, the light of life was fading, and the quill finally slipped from his hand and fell into the rubble.
That was the end of a hero.
In the Ten Cities, many people bent over to salute this scene. Although they cant really understand what this man guarded, no matter where they are, the brave are always worthy of respect.
Veronica slowly retracted her gaze and looked at Mephiste beside her.
“Ive seen this mans daughter,” Gray Swordmaster replied, “shes excellent and hasnt let her father down.”
“I know her.”
Veronica answered softly.
Mayfest looked back, looking at the female legion leader in a puzzled manner.
“Do you remember the past?” Veronica asked. “Those days when we learned swordplay together, we were still young.”
Mayfest couldnt help but be silent.
Does he remember those good times?
of course.
…
The illusion is still changing—
In the dim palace, the great emperor also entered the moment of dying.
The former hero of mankind, the King of Fire, Gilt stared at his knights by the bed—he suddenly remembered the most glorious moment in his life, but more of a heavy responsibility.
But at the end of his life, what emerged from his deep memory is still the unforgettable scene.
He didnt know how long he hadnt dreamed of it in his dream …
The underground temple that changed their lives.
In the darkness.
Four sages stared at the stone walls of the temple. Those tall stone walls were painted with various patterns in strange patterns.
The light of the torch swayed.
A huge altar reflects a human baby girl asleep in the crystal amber above the obsidian platform.
“It seems Odin is telling the truth,” Elranta gazed at the patterns on the stone walls. “This is the Norphine, the language of the gods and the people-the azure gun did not kill the dusk Dragon, the seventh war may be coming soon. “
“Then we didnt do it wrong?” Faen Zan said loudly, “We have overthrown the rule of the Miner, so what do we use now to fight against the Twilight Dragon?”
“Shut up, Faenza,” a blond young man with wise light flashed in his blue eyes, and the holy sword Odysseus glowed in his hands; he said to all his companions, “Min The Seoul people have decayed, their nobles are indulged in the past glory, what can Odin change alone? He chose us, but he is unwilling to watch the world slowly, and we have died slowly. Since we have already Having inherited this fate, we must go bravely. “
“I support Gilt,” the young Saint Osor was not as mature and old-fashioned as ever, and the elf girls face was pure and firm. “Sister Elranta, do you see anything from above?”
The Sage of the Earth turned back and nodded: “Girt is right, we still have a chance.”
Although that opportunity is so empty.
The old man raised his finger tremblingly and pointed to the person he trusted most. The once proud young man, the chief of the Yan knights, is now also the oldest. Time is so indifferent and ruthless that once created an empire king, but now he cant say a word.
But from his trembling movement, the old knight knew everything.
That was the tacit understanding of the past two centuries, and there was no need to repeat it in words.
He nodded solemnly.
That day, Miss Luoluo came into the deep frost forest, and a crystal stag witnessed the magnificent night sky, a falling star.
One hundred and thirty years after that, a country called Eruin was established.
…
In the green valley.
After a battle, the Cavaliers celebrated their hard-won victory.
But their king, Emperor Eke, left the sight of everyone alone. He came to the quiet lake, and another was quietly waiting for his arrival on the rocks by the lake.
Xianjun Eke looked at his most trusted knight.
“Did you decide, Wald,” he said: “From then on, you will lose your identity, your glory, and even your life. You may become the thing you hate most in your life. Destiny is bound to this sword forever, and there is no peace. “
“Until one day, when my posterity is not worthy of the recognition of this sword, it will come here and wait quietly for its true master.”
The knight stood up silently.
There is no unnecessary answer.
But he was already on one knee.
…
The amber crystal on the altar burst into pieces, and Princess Constance stared at the baby girl in her hands.
“Darus, I …”
A man with a serious face shook his head: “Dont worry about this, just look at what is written on the stone wall.”
The female officer named Herr Gwendolyn looked at the two thoughtfully, and replied, “Its Fenno, the language of the gods. I happened to know this kind of witches in a book. Language knowledge. “
“What about the content?”
“The dragon of dusk is about to wake up, but mortals still have hope.”
“Dragon of the Dusk?” Darus turned back. “That is, what we just saw in the illusion is true?”
“Sir, the monsters we met outside are called crystal clusters,” Gwendolyn replied, “you also saw their strength, but that is just the smallest of the crystal clusters. They are just A monster formed on the basis of the original Wornder, and the real crystal cluster is so powerful that it is unimaginable, not to mention that the crystal family itself is not just a branch of the dusk species. “
“So if the Dragon of Dusk did not die in the hands of the Azure Knight, then a comeback is only an inevitable thing. Its minions are everywhere in the chaos. Once they flood into our world, it is enough to destroy everything.”
“So, where is the hope of mortals?”
Gwendolyn smiled slightly.
“Maybe here, or maybe Eruin—”
…
The same sunny afternoon—
Viscount Borg-Nesson, who is already middle-aged, said with a smile to his visiting companions: “I have investigated clearly that Lord Marthas only hope for our world is to sleep in Eruin.”