“Jiufeng, agree.” Phoenix fire replied calmly.
Lord Lorraine Dale suddenly stood up.
“Where are you going, teacher?” Yarut looked at him.
“Im going to answer a question.” Istorville had a smile on his thin face.
He rose from the table and walked to Bredel .
“Use the sword, the honorable Lord of the Flames.” The King of Lorraindell said with a smile.
Bredel froze, but then came to understand and smiled slightly, throwing a glaucome over his hand. Istorville steadily caught the sword, then raised the sword, the light of the sky, shining a dazzling glory on the blade.
“Sacred Sword Sky-!”
The wind elves exploded and screamed.
The elven regent gently held the sword handle, inserted the sword into the ground, then turned around and nodded at Yalta not far away.
“teacher?”
“Ring.”
Yaluta looked at the shining holy sword, and then he responded. After removing the wind from his hand, the holy ring was handed over. Istorville picked up the ring and gently placed it on the hilt of the heavenly sword.
One sword and one ring, they complement each other.
Bredel watched this scene, and with a smile, he also pulled Odysseus backhand, and inserted the Jinyan blade into the ground. He returned to the head, Delphine had long understood, and placed the ring of the flame on the sword.
The two ordinances stand opposite each other.
The two rings cross each other.
Yalutah took a deep breath and summoned all his courage: “St. Osor, agree.”
The crowd was already in an uproar.
Grand Druid stood up in anger, and Funias small figure smiled aside.
“Ailanta, agree.”
Instaron also stood up.
“Madala also uses a sword.”
The Lord Black stood in front of Bredel and smiled lightly: “Dear Lord, dont come here.”
Bredel grinned and nodded at him.
The two looked at each other, they were similar to each other, they were rivals, but they also fought side by side; after the sea of death moon and his party, today, fate seems to make them once again allies.
“Thank you,” Instaron replied with a smile.
“Youre welcome, say hello to Targus on my behalf.”
“I will.”
Three holy swords, three rings.
Watching this moment, Queen Madara faintly answered, “Madala, agree.”
“agree.”
“agree.”
More and more followers.
The dwarven king Carriffen laughed loudly and looked at the scene with admiration. At the urging of Dilfieri and Manrique, he also held up his warhammer and replied roughly: “Secret Silver Hall, agree. “
The crowd was boiling again.
Many aristocrats from different regions have not yet fully reacted, and do not understand how sacred the Count Tonigel is.
But at this moment, Dilferi had put down his sword box, and Manrique devotedly lifted the holy sword Misol from it. He held up the sword, and then inserted it into the gravel with both hands, and the other three handle The holy sword forms a ring.
Fanzin was uproar.
“Missour, the Holy Blade of Light!” Someone even shouted.
The head of the trial knight staggered to his feet and stared at the scene dumbfounded. However, with the reminder of others, he remembered that he gave a ring to his servant, who held the ring of light in his heart and trot all the way, placing it on the hilt of the holy sword.
The Knights of Gray Hughes raised his hand: “Faenza, agree!”
The four holy swords, shining in front of the holy white stone.
“Look, thats the sword of the shallow seas!” The people of Hazel suddenly got excited, because they saw another sword, a sword that appeared in Bredel hands, the light blue blade. , As cast by crystal, faint and cold, that is the frost chant Xin Na.
“Oh my god, I didnt expect it to really exist!”
“The Lords relic is a symbol of the holy sword of the shallow sea!”
Suddenly, the people of Hazel realized what they were looking up and looked at Bredel .
Bredel also looked at the people of these crystal dragons of knowledge and turned the sword back: “Hazel, remember your commitment thousands of years ago, are you willing to return to this sacred covenant?”
“We are willing.” The Great Prophet had stood up first.
Bredel only stumbled.
Five holy swords—
Above the sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom flashed an indescribably beautiful luster above the ring face.
At this moment, people finally set their sights on the Lion of Torquain, and the Lions stood up embarrassedly-of course, they knew who the Haremian Sword of the Earth was in. But their prince, His Royal Highness Nair Fisher, had previously made things difficult for the new King of Fire, how could the other side give up this opportunity to humiliate them?
Nair Fisher also clenched his fists and stood in humiliation.
It can choose to leave, but the golden-maned lions previous efforts will be reduced to fly ash, its heart is full of unwillingness, it is clear that step is approaching now, but just because of his own mistakes have made everything into a bubble ?
The young lion warrior looked up at Bredel and was ready to bow his head.
What it saw, however, were serious and sincere eyes.
“So, what about the Earth Temple?”
Nair Fisher opened his mouth wide.
Cardiff, the dwarven king, suddenly turned his head and stared at Torquains allies. At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that even the nobles around them held their breath.
“We …” Nair Fishers green eyes looked at the young man in disbelief, and Earl Toniger, who had never been in his eyes: “… We agree.”
Bredel raised his hand gently.
So after a lapse of a thousand years, Harangya, the sword of the earth, finally returned to the hands of the Torquinians. The young lion warrior gasped for breath, almost with some unreal illusions. He gently sniffed his nose and felt the real breath of Chongshan and Earth in his hand.
Doudas tears suddenly burst out.
Nair Fisher snarled, and at this moment the warrior of the lion finally understood what the tears were like, and why the blood and tears of countless ancestors would flow for thousands of years.
And now, this heavy glory finally returned to the hands of the Torquinians.
“The glory you deserve,” Istorville whispered as he watched the scene, “but still needs to defend.”
The last sword was also erected, the legendary blade on the stone.
At this point, only the last part of the world of order is missing.
Six sacred swords, obliquely long shadows, silent narration is like an epic. That is the stacking of countless times, the interweaving of heroes and legends. Every sword, every master, every era, every name that can sing and sing into the hearts of people at this moment.
Until the Bugatians entered, Solomon, the king of wizards, dropped the hammer.
“Bugat, agree.”
Everyone knew at that moment that a new era had begun.
It will be an era when mortals fight against fate, and everyone will use their courage to fight for the future of a world.
But the center of all eyes is on the back of the young man who is not tall. The lower corner of Count Bredel windbreaker fluttered with the wind above the field, and his arrogant long, quiet expression, like a sculpture, became eternal at this moment.
That is also the back of an era.
The same young.
Also holding the holy sword.
Same conviction.
And its equally fearless.
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The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 12 Chapter 15 Ask for a leave.
A miraculous scene appeared. In the eyes of the fleeing civilians, the cavalry who rushed to the young man seemed to be stubborn—they raised their swords to intersect with Bredel , and the steel long swords bent backwards, Broken, turned into ten million pieces of steel needles and shot back, and then the huge force urged the rider to lift the horse with the horse, and the whole person flew out.
One, two, three, and finally the refugees behind Bredel couldnt help counting them all up to the seventh. The next three people were already scared and frightened, tightening the reins tightly, and they dare not lean on.