The little prince realized his malaise. He wiped away his tears, paid tribute to Bredel , and returned to his place with the attendants.
Bredel was left with only a handful of people, including Metisha, Sister Medfis, Antitina, and Faina.
But several people are still moving on.
At this time, people in the venue finally recognized Faina.
“Its Cruz.”
“Strange, does the Cruz representative have such a young man?”
“Is it their eldest son?”
“No, its not.”
“Look at the sword behind him—”
Golden Flame Blade.
The crowd suddenly fell silent.
At this moment, Bredel also happened to set foot on the innermost ring of the St. White Stone Stele. Everyone in the inner circle looked back to the new outsider, the seven wizard leaders of the Bugatians, and the representative of St. Osor, the King of Lorraine and his sister, the hunter, Her Royal Highness, Magdale, White Wolf Sword, St. Blanc, Druid, Lion of Toquinin, Dwarf King Carriffen, and Dilferi and Manrique, Faenzan, The Hazels, Her Majesty the Queen of Madara, the Silver Elves and even a few weird Naga.
Finally, the little mother dragon Aloz and Frohfa.
Each look has a different meaning.
Some are clear, there is joy, there is eagerness and admiration, there is calmness, there is also scrutiny, and even doubt and suspicion. Bredel distinguished each look from it, and responded to a few of them. He took a look at Dilferry with a little surprise-he didnt expect to see the Earl and his captain here. .
Manrique was obviously very excited. He had wanted to return to Eruin long ago, just like Bryson, but the Lord Lord had given him the mission that he had to stay and continue to protect Dilferi.
He did not expect that he would meet his Lord Lord in this place.
Then Bredel saw Aloz, and the golden dragons golden eyes did not hide his nostalgia, and responded with a smile.
Finally, there was Blanc, and the old man nodded his head slightly.
But Bredel noticed another look in the crowd, which slightly warmed him. He looked in that direction and just saw a pair of green eyes like dreams—the little girl was so incomparable Watching him tenderly and admiringly, the look was so firm, like a hope.
On the night the firth of fire broke out, he saved this hope with his own hands. This hope took root and sprouted in the human heart like a seed, and now it has broken through and is about to grow into a towering tree.
He smiled slightly, and suddenly realized what, maybe too many choices and too many burdens, but as long as he remembered the original decision, he would no longer regret it.
Because he believes in all justice.
He nodded to Funia, the light in the eyes of the distant little girl seemed to light up suddenly, and burst into a contented smile.
Then Bredel stopped.
Looking up at the huge stele, a faint whisper occurred in his heart. He stood here, as if time was going backwards. It was a wilderness thousands of years ago. The wind was blowing on the blades of grass, in a wave of waves. Everyone who stands is so clear and real.
There seemed to be a sacred and solemn breath in the air.
Bredel clearly felt that there seemed to be a gaze, passing through the time, and staring at himself.
He held out his hand—
Just listening to the buzz, Delphin stood in the crowd and looked at the scene with a slight smile-the sacred ring of fire in her hand, at this moment, she gave a dazzling light, in her palm. The middle shuddered slightly.
The wind rose on the grassland, and the wolves howled at each other from afar.
The sound of whine, one after another.
The Lions of Torquain stood up one by one.
The tall, young lion head, with a shallow scar on his face, seemed to hold a burning light ball in his hands. It looked at this scene somewhat incredibly, and then looked in this direction:
“Human, who are you?”
The wind elves, the Fazans, the Hazels, the Druids and the dwarves also left one by one. Although some people had already expected them, this scene also shocked them.
Every ring is shining dazzlingly, every ring is trembling as if to break free from all restraints.
That is the oldest story, the sacred Seven Commandments of the King of Fire.
And now their king is back.
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The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 515 Holy League III
“who am I?”
This problem made Bredel daunting. Teana Fiction | 2
Is it Sophie or Bredel ? Is it Earl Toniger or a descendant of Swordmaster Daruss? Is it the hero of the Eleuins, or the savior appointed by Martha-is it a fool, or a king?
And of these many identities, which one really belongs to him.
Bredel watched the high holy white stone intently. The sunlight from the afternoon and Hee slanted on him. The time was like gravel flowing, and the sunlight changed its light; the shadow on the stone wall became vivid. Like a pair of pictures, engraved with unpredictable time.
It was a hero who broke the sky.
A king is taking off the crown.
It was the dusk of a sage.
An idealists faith.
The quadruple figures overlap each other.
It is like a changing light that finally converges on a person.
Bredel stood silently in front of the stele, like a heavy light feather, converged behind him, and finally turned the ordinary into the invisible.
Everyone looked at such a scene, looking at each other, what does the staggered light and shadow on this stele mean-is it an illusion or an inspiration? Who is this young man and how can he attract such wonders?
And among the crowd, only Tumen was affirmative, slightly faint. Its called wisdom and profound calmness, like the future and the mist no longer turn into a heavy curtain, the flame of wisdom splits a path of blood and fire from the dark thorns, because seeing the last of the dawn The light of the moment, so no more fear and confusion.
Bredel felt his heart and turned back. One pair is young eyes, one pair is old eyes, one is a student, and the other is a teacher. The young is restrained and enterprising, while the elderly are calm and calm. The millenniums time at this moment is like a passing fire New and old meet each other.
Bredel nodded to the old man.
I do n’t dare to thank you.
Maybe these are the two ends of history. Everyone who bears the responsibility will not choose to lie to others.
All the illusions disappeared, and even the rings converged, one by one in their masters hands, restored to their original appearance. But people have forgotten it all, because Bredel turned back silently, watching everyone.
who am I?
The question is now answered. He looked at the lion with clear eyes:
“Me, its Bredel .”
The scene was silent.
Ones momentum overwhelms everything.
After a while, the young lion reacted, but his weakness made him a little bit annoyed, and he snarled, ” Bredel ? I see. You are the Tonigger lord, Eruin So-called hero? “
“The teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!” Haruzer first stood up, glaring at the lion.
“Thats just the hero of the Eruin,” the Lion said, shaking his head. “This is the seat of the king. What qualifications does he have to stand here?”
“Isnt he king yet?” Princess Magdalen softened in. “Dont you see everything on the stele?”
The young lion took a step back, and he did not expect that no one would support himself, and even the Bugatians and the Silver Elves did not stop it. But his dissatisfaction made him reluctant to give up, and he shouted, “So tell me, where is this Lord Lord?”
Questions echoed over the venue—
The nun princess hesitated and closed her mouth.
Aloz jumped angrily, and the little dragon was about to run away on the spot. But Frofas eyes caught her arm quickly, shaking her head at her.
“You let go of me, Frofa, I must give the little lion a little color and look!”
“You want to mess up the Alliance, Aloz?”