This is really a ridiculous declaration.
But she didn’t know that Brando didn’t predict the future, but rather saw everything – for Aouine, what this moment means for this World. Perhaps decades later, people will realize how important the Year of the Swift is for Vaunde’s history.
That’s a story about a gray crystal.
In the second half of the year, in many parts of central Vaunde, a more far-reaching plan was implemented.
A group of emerging Academys were established in Saers, Aouine, Silver Bay and the Great Plains. When commoner students from all over the world flocked to these Academys, they were surprised to find that their new teachers would be from Brunson’s twelve witches, or From the wisdom of the Hazell plateau.
This is the end of the First Era. In this year, Black Magic was the first time just and honorable on the stage of history. The power of wizards seems to be declining, and Magicite technology began to become a The mainstream of order civilization.
However, in a Magic Academy in Trentheim, as a substitute tutor who just took out a brilliant crystal from one’s own robe, he held up the crystal and said to all the students in the audience: “You can take a closer look. This is a gray crystal, you can also call it mana crystal, which is a dark MP polymer that is extremely unstability.”
“In the past, people used it as a violent explosive, and even used it in most wars. But now, with such a Magicite engine, people can more smoothly put the powerful MP it contains from drew. come out–“
In those eyes filled with the desire for knowledge, the young girls who watched the crystal, they did not understand that they were witnessing the birth of an era.
During the year, a young lady from Aouine’s noble invented a simple machine. With it, people really got rid of the reliance on the amount of tiamatLaws Inner Strength for the first time.
The first day of the Moon of Hoar Frost.
Snow has not yet fallen in Four Borders Plain, the last day that Brando stayed in Manketor, and he once again saw Faamn Knights’ Head Commander. The Head Commander has quietly produced silver, which symbolizes the weather that Faanzanian experienced during the year. He has traveled thousands of miles and has just returned to Manketor from the Great Plains.
“Working hard.” In the face of the Head Commander, Brando had to say: “How is Faanzan now?”
“Everything is fine, thanks to the help of the nations on the Great Plains, where we rebuilt the Holy Church,” Faamn Knights’ Head Commander replied: “The empire is gradually recovering, although this is not a matter of time. But I think maybe we will be able to rejoin the war by the beginning of next year.”
“That’s just the end of the war,” Brando nodded: “With the addition of Faanzan and Aerlanta, the odds of this war have improved a lot.”
He stopped.
Then look at each other.
Brando knows that this Head Commander will definitely not come to find his own hoarse, even if his current status is extraordinary, it can be said that this Holy Alliance is the commander of the name. But that’s just a nominal one, not to mention that Faanzanian has always released goodwill to him before the start of the peace conference. Not only the Head Commander, but the Knights of Judgement and Knights of the Divine Light have come to him more than once.
But he still hasn’t figured out what Faanzanian wants to get from him.
Faanzan Knights’ Head Commander glanced at Solomon, the King of Wizard nodded who was taller than ordinary people and looked serious.
“His Lord Flame King, someone wants to meet you.”
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“Tirste -“
When Brando saw the skinny and madman in the dim tent, the other was lying on a marching bed, and the murky eyes seemed to have the last glimmer of light. His cheeks were thin and pale. It seems that I will swallow the last one breath at any time, but it is like a powerful Will supporting him, and has been insisting until now.
It’s such a person who is not a ghost, but Brando recognizes the other person at first sight.
Perhaps it was because of the life and death battle in the underground auction house of Bruglas that it was too impressive.
The portable rapier with his own noble Swordsman, the step by step approach seems to be still vivid, and on the edge of life and death, he chose Planeswalker’s road. Or it can be said that from that moment on, he chose the road that lasted until today.
Looking back, it seems to be reappearing yesterday.
The two encounters again, also traced back to Bruglas, in the backyard of the isolated house in the dark alley. At that time, after the two of them hurriedly left, they did not expect to meet again, and they would be in such a place. Just as Brando recognized Tirste, Tirste also recognized this from Bucce’s youngster.
His eyes lit up like two ghosts, struggling to sit up from the bed, but still under the help of a Knight, he did his best.
Tirste heavily gasped and looked at Brando.
Brando frowned, some are not used to the eyes of the other side.
“How did you become like this?”
“What about beacons?” Tirste asked in a hoarse voice.
“Beacon?”
“Those stone tablets,” Tirste said as if he had to use all his strength, but he insisted and clearly stated one’s own meaning: “You know, Amandina’s father.”
Brando was shocked.
But Viscount Tirste had taken a piece of the stone tablet from his arms and slammed it on the low cabinet next to the bed. He looked at the Brando. That stone tablet, taupe, slightly flat, in Brando’s view, how can you be unfamiliar?
“This is the last piece,” Tirste replied weakly: “Tree Shepherds took them to Faanzan, now it is back…”
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The narrow room is filled with a dignified atmosphere. There is only one round table in the darkness, and a crystal emits faint fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. On the ceiling is a silver magic formation with a constantly changing shape. Mercury-like objects permeate from the magic formation, squirming and filling every corner of the room’s walls – here is the depth of the deep ten meters. The air is turbid and almost stops flowing.
Brando raises head, and saw everyone in the audience – Dwarf King Carifen, Faanzan Knights Head Commander, Solomon, Amandina, Isdoville, Aruta, Naer Prince, High Druid and Great Sage Vala.
After confirming that the others were ready, he took the five taupe stone tablets carefully and placed them on the table in front of everyone.
At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling squirmed, like cutting off some information in Space; but it may also be because Dragon of Twilight has long ignored this little beacon, anyway, in Faro Port Brando The horrible power that I have personally experienced has not appeared again in this underground.
Everyone subconsciously lifted his head and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was enough to make people feel uneasy.
“Go ahead,” said Istoville.
Brando nodded, in the dark but he can also clearly see things, hands carefully tied five stone tablets together on the desktop. And when these few ordinary stone tablets were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.
A cluster of sharply diffusing fluorescence appeared in the dark.
The combined stone tablets were suspended and formed a sand table. The sand plate was engraved with the direction of the mountains and rivers, and the green forest. It was a strange land, but it was quite familiar. Halutz gently breathed in at the edge of the table, reflecting the light in the darkness in the scorpion of the silver. He whispered, “Aouine!”
“Exactly, it’s Aouine of a certain era.” Brando pointed to Radnor’s direction: “It’s still a lake, Warren is still a bay, at least Aouine before the age of the frost forest.”