“In the past, people used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in most wars. But now, with such a magic engine, people can more smoothly use the powerful magic contained in it. Extracted— “
In those eyes full of desire for knowledge, the young girls and girls watching this crystal, they didnt understand for a while that they were witnessing the birth of an era.
During this year, a noble lady from Alluin invented a crude machine. With it, for the first time, people truly got rid of their dependence on the power within the tiamats law.
The first day of the Frost Moon.
The snow had not yet fallen in the wilderness of the Four Realms. This was the last day Bredel stayed in Manktor. On this day, he once again saw the head of the Farnzan Knights. The head of the big group has quietly given birth to silver silk, as if it symbolizes the wind and frost experienced by the Faenzans this year. He has traveled thousands of miles, and has just returned to Mann from the Great Plains at this moment. Ketor.
“Its hard.” Bredel had to say something to the big commander: “Whats up with Faenza?”
“Everything is okay. Thanks to the nations on the Great Plains for their help. We rebuilt the temple there,” replied the chief of the Knights of Faenza. “The empire is gradually recovering, although this is not a short while. Things, but I think maybe by the beginning of next year, we can rejoin this war. “
“That was just the end of the war,” Bredel nodded. “With the participation of Faenza and El Ranta, the odds of this war have improved a lot.”
He paused.
Then look at each other.
Bredel knows that the head of the group will never come to visit him, even if he is extraordinary, he can be said to be the commander in chief of this sacred alliance. But that ’s only in name, not to mention that the Fazan people have always released goodwill to him before the start of the peace conference, not only this big head, but also the Supreme Judicial Knights and the Holy Knights of Light. Hes gone.
But he hadnt figured out what the Fazan people wanted from him.
The head of the Farnzan Knights glanced at Solomon, who was unusually tall and nodded solemnly.
“Sir Lord Yan, someone wants to see you.”
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“Test—”
When Bredel saw the skinny and irritated man in that dim tent, the other was lying on a camp bed. The last glimmer of light seemed to be in his cloudy eyes. His cheeks were thin and Pale, as if taking a final breath at any time, but it seemed like a strong will to support him, and has persisted until now.
Its such a person who is not a ghost, but Bredel recognizes the other at first sight.
Perhaps because the battle of life and death in the Braggs underground auction was so impressive.
The proud aristocrat swordsman with a rapier sword face approaching step by step seemed to be vividly remembered, and it was at the edge of life and death that he chose the path of the mage traveler. It can be said that from that moment, he chose the road that continues to this moment.
Looking back suddenly, as if reproduced yesterday.
The two met again, going back to Braggs, in the backyard of the isolated house in the dim alley. After the two hurriedly parted at that time, I did not expect to meet again, but it would be in such a place. Just as Bredel recognized Tester, Tester also recognized this young man from Butch.
His eyes lit up like two groups of ghost fires, struggling to get up from the bed, but it was only with the help of a knight that he managed to complete the action.
Tester gasped heavily and looked at Bredel .
Bredel frowned, some not very accustomed to staring at each other.
“How did you become like this?”
“What about beacons?” Tester asked hoarsely.
“Beacon?”
“Those pieces of stone,” Tester said, as if he had exhausted his body with every word, but he insisted and clearly stated: “You know, Antitinas father.”
Bredel was shocked.
But Viscount Tist had taken a stone from his arms tremblingly and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. He looked up and looked at Bredel with certainty. The stone, taupe, and slightly flat, how could Bredel be unfamiliar?
“This is the last one,” Test replied weakly. “The shepherd took them to Faenza, and now its back …”
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The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 520 What is beautiful
The narrow room was filled with a dignified atmosphere. There was only a round table in the darkness, and a crystal exuding dim fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. On the ceiling, there was a silver matrix that constantly changed shape. Objects like mercury permeated from the matrix, creeping to fill every corner of the four walls of the room-here is a depth of dozens of meters underground The air was so cloudy that it almost stopped flowing.
Bredel lifted his head and glanced at all the people present-Cardiff, the dwarven king, the head of the Knights of Faenza, Solomon, Antitina, Istorville, Yalta, Prince Nair, Archdruid and the Great Holy See Walla.
After confirming that the others were ready, he carefully took out the five taupe stones and placed them on the table in front of everyone.
At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling wriggled, as if cutting off some kind of information in the space; but it might also be because the dragon of dusk had long ignored the small beacon, anyway, in the Port of Fattan The terrifying coercion that Lando had personally experienced did not reappear here underground.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was also disturbing enough.
“Go on,” said Istorville.
Bredel nodded, in the dark but he could also see clearly, carefully holding five stones on each others table with both hands. And when these ordinary stones were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.
There was a sudden spread of fluorescence in the dark.
The assembled pieces were suspended and formed a sand table, which engraved the direction of mountains and rivers, and the green forest, which was a strange land, but it was a bit familiar. Haruze took a soft breath at the table, his silver eyes reflected the light in the dark, and he whispered, “Eruin!”
“To be precise, its Eruin of an era,” Bredel said in the direction of Jean-Denell. “Its still a lake here, Wallendon is a bay, at least before the death frost forest was formed. Eruin. “
“Look at the trade wind ring!”
“Is it Valhalla!” Yaluta asked.
“No, thats the World Tree.” Bredel suddenly remembered the towering giant tree he had seen in the ring of trade winds.
“What is this, exactly?” The chief of the Fazanzan Knights asked.
“This is a beacon,” Solomon replied, “this is what Miss Antitinas father looked for all his life. For hundreds of years, unknown heroes have died for it. Fortunately, what they did Everything brought this beacon back into our hands. “
“it is……?”
“A map leading to Throne of the End.”
With a whisper and a rumored voice, Carliven, the dwarven king, picked up his warhammer several times, and then put it down, looking a little bit impatient-after all, the only hope in the world.
In the darkness, Antitina stood silently, reflecting the glow of light in the depths of her eyes, her hands pale, and she twisted her horns tightly. Bredel glanced at her and asked, “Are you all right?”
The lady of the staff shook her head.
“Dont force yourself, Antitina.”
“Im fine, Lord Lord. Thank you for your concern.”
Others recognized the heros descendants and stood up to salute her. Antitina didnt say a word, but her eyes flashed a deep light, because that was all her father did, abandoned her wife and daughter, and even lost her life, but at this moment she was vaguely about the man feel proud.
Yingyings light rose from the sand table, and finally formed seven beams of light, suspended in the sky above Eruin. Bredel stared at the beams of light, and suddenly remembered something, it was the elk in the forest, emitting the light of holy white, it raised its head proudly, and stood watching them and the refugees under the moon.