Thats everything that only a few people still remember.
When those few people also passed away, those times that belonged to the past were permanently stagnated.
The elf elder sister blinked softly, as if sand was in her eyes. She picked up the ring and raised it high, and the knights did the same thing.
An era is over.
However, the new story always has the page opened.
The rings turned from them into streamers. Fly above the sky.
“Farewell, my friend, farewell, Your Majesty—” The knight who lost the ring salutes his colleagues and pays homage to the elven knights after the wind.
His slightly glowing body gradually disappeared from under his feet, then half of his body. In the end, the whole person turned into a bit of light and dust, and died with the wind.
“Farewell, the Millennium Covenant, we never regret it.”
“If time goes back—”
“we believe,”
“Victory is still the same.”
The knights bowed to St. Osor after the wind, and then their figure gradually faded into dust.
Saint Osor wiped the corners of her eyes, and she did not shed tears, because it was a weakness that did not belong to the sages. The heroes were born to protect the world. They shouldnt be sad, but the wind and sand are too big at this moment, and they just blur their eyes.
This is a reunion after a thousand years.
But its also the final farewell.
She was always luckier than others, because at least she had time to say goodbye, and her gazing eyes seemed to see Ellanta, the tall back. Saint Osor moved his lips, not knowing if it should be called: Big human woman or Sister Ellanta.
The elf sister looked calm. Just looked at that direction a little bit blindly-although there was nothing there, only laurel leaves scattered all over the place.
“Our life is like a circle. It has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, we feel like we are back at the beginning—”
“Faenza, can you please say these messy things, you are not a poet …”
“Ha ha. Saint Osor, I really doubt who the two of us are elves, are there elves like you, do I remember that the elves have a deep understanding of art and beauty?”
“There are always exceptions, isnt this what I am? Honestly, I also pursue a romantic life. But my romance is a sword and a sword, not a poetic painting—”
“Thats true too. But Saint Osor, seriously, I, Cruz, and El Ranta are all human beings, and you are an elf. We will all grow old one day, but you will live a long, long , When that time, you will understand the meaning of this sentence— “
“Then I would rather not understand. Although you are humans, as long as you become stronger, you can still have a long life, even longer than our elves, dont you?”
“Oh, thats true.”
It seemed that it was not tears that fell, but Xinghui.
‘Slap-’
Peia felt a cold on the back of her hands.
She was a little stunned, and when she lowered her head, she saw a wet mark there, and the crystal beads were sliding along the back of her hand to the fingertips. “Master …” She looked up in surprise at the latter.
The lower body of the elf sister has faded to almost only a ghost image.
She blinked, and then smiled when she returned, and reached out and touched the heads of the hunters and brothers gently, and said, “Remember what I said to you?”
“Sir, are you going to leave …?” Yaluta looked up and looked at the elf sister Sister who taught him and her sister sword and bow, and gave them mother-like care, Asked inquisitively.
Although they havent been together for a long time, the relationship between the three has been quite close.
“There is no such thing as a feast in the world, Yalta.”
“How about Mr. Bredel ?” Yaluta breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, “Dont you promise him that youre going to see him?”
“I didnt lie to him for the first time.” After the wind smiled slightly: “He is a fool.”
Yaluta looked at her indefinitely.
Peia is the same, but her sister is always stronger and more sensible than her brother. She came over and gently held her brothers shoulder from behind.
His younger brothers eyes quickly turned red.
“But I dont want you to go, lord …”
“Thats not okay.” Saint Osor smiled softly: “There are more important people waiting for me, Yaluta, you are still young, you will go to many places in the future, see many things, get to know Many people. Of these people, there are always a few that are worth your life to wait for— “
“Is there someone like that waiting for you, sir?” Yaluta asked, “Is the Lord Yan and Lord Faenzan the same?”
“Youre smart, but its not just them.” The elf sister Sigh sighed, a tone of memory already in her tone.
What a glorious era it was—
So many people.
So many legends.
But after all, its gone.
Stars of light and dust scattered in the night sky …
The hunter sister and brother looked up. Looking at this last farewell, but just as the two did not understand what all of this meant, many of Warnde did not understand that night.
History has opened a new page.
Those names that belong to the past are finally sealed under the pages of the book.
The third streamer in the darkness had already begun, and instantly blended into Bredel body.
“Scepter of the wind!”
The third streamer was reflected in her eyes, and she was so speechless.
Wind Sword-The sky is almost ready to take shape. Only the last Orb of Wind was left, but Ruth and Bai were present and suddenly saw that Bredel shed tears at this moment.
Because he heard only one voice echoing in his heart:
“The next way is up to you, little one, come on—”
The voice was so familiar that he knew instantly what was going on.
“Goodbye, sir.”
“Farewell, little guy.”
This is perhaps the last speech of an era.
…
There was a sigh in the darkness.
Farnzans bells of morning twilight are long. Before and after the two popes watched the blurry starlight fading from the eastern sky, there was a line of white light in the sky, and the stricken earth finally ushered in another day of sunrise.
Outside the palace, on the terrace, Alanta is long gone.
The birds fluttered over the canopy, and the monks in white robes ran in the courtyard, a beam of light. Rising from the temple where the sacred power Olamesol was placed.
That golden light, and the dawn of a distant sky. Complementing each other—
Everyone is watching it.
Watching it shine brightly and fade away little by little.
In the distant glaciers, under the ice of thousands of years, there was a sudden flash of light, and there was a roar of thousands of miles.
William turned back in midair. In his eyes, exactly the scene of the collapse of the mountains was reflected. Hundreds of snow-capped mountains collapsed downward in his field of vision and turned into dust.
“Sing of the Holy Relic—”
He hesitated for a moment before flying in that direction.
Seven holy swords were hanging in the starry sky beside Bredel .
But only two of them have entities. And there is still a lack of the final rule. At this time, the light in the void in the universe appeared, but the next moment, the light suddenly dim.
“Somebody has restrained the will of the orb of wind!” Ruth hated: “How can he do that, why can mortals be so selfish!”
“Ice Staff didnt respond to the call either, it really wasnt enough, and time wasnt enough—” Bais complexion was also a little ugly.
But she wasnt really worthy of Bredel , but because she and Bredel were now grasshoppers on a rope. The more Bredel got, the more sure she was.
In the final analysis, she never considers herself a selfless person, but she never needs selflessness.
But no matter what, maybe no one wants to see the World Cup ruined except for the real lunatic, because no one wants to die.