People saw Viscount Nelson fulfilling one’s own commitment.
He sneaked into Tree Shepherd’s and got the grey stone tablet, but he was aware of Poisonous Insect Thane. At the last minute, Knight Pamid abandoned Life to the last leg of a one’s own companion –
After a long chase, Brando saw the place he was familiar with.
In the valley basin, isn’t the Golden Demonic Tree?
Viscount Nelson hid in the depths of the rock and couldn’t find the Tree Shepherds he had found, and planted the seeds of the Golden Demonic Tree.
And in the cave.
The squatting father wrote the last letter of his life on the parchment with a quilclass="underline"
‘Martha above, I may be born soon, if I am dead…’
Amandina covered her mouth.
She still remembers the situation that day.
In the narrow, dimly lit room, the sound of knocking on the door rang, and as she saw the youngster’s face through the door, the fate changed from then on.
But she clearly remembered how Brando handed the letter to her hand at the time.
The words on the letter are so clear in memory, just like yesterday –
Big teardrops, rolling down the girl’s cheeks into the dust.
In many areas of Vaunde.
People stopped and watched the moment silently.
They saw Viscount Nelson use the last effort to pick up the grey stone tablet and put it on the parchment. He seems to want to write something, but in the blue grey’s voice, Life’s rays of light are fading away, and the quill finally slips from his hand and falls into the gravel.
That is the end of a hero.
In the Ten Cities, many people bent down to salute this scene, although they can’t really understand what this man guards, but wherever he is, hero is always worthy of respect.
Veronica slowly retracted her eyes and looked towards Mephisto.
“I have seen this man’s daughter,” Grey Sword Saint replied: “She is very good and she has not let her father down.”
“I know her.”
Veronica replied softly.
Mephisto looked back and looked at the female Arch Commander inexplicably.
“Do you remember the past?” Veronica asked. “The days when we worked together on Swordsmanship, we were still young at the time.”
Mephisto couldn’t help but be silent.
Does he still remember those wonderful times of the past?
of course.
……
The illusion is still changing –
Among the dim palaces, the great emperors also entered the moment of dying.
The hero of the past, Flame King Gaetel, looked at the bedside one’s own Knights – he suddenly remembered the most glorious moment in his life, but more of a heavy responsibility.
But at the end of Life, what he remembers in his memory is still an unforgettable scene.
He doesn’t know how long he has been
I didn’t dream of it in my dreams…
The underground Holy Cathedral that changed their lives.
In the dark.
The four sages watched the stone wall of Holy Cathedral, and on the tall stone walls, they painted a variety of patterns with strange patterns.
The torch’s rays of light swayed.
Reflecting a huge altar, on the platform of the Obsidian, a human baby girl is sleeping in the crystal amber.
“It seems that Odin is telling the truth,” said Aerlanta, staring at the patterns on the stone wall. “This is the language of the Godfone, the language of the God races. Azure Spear did not kill the Dragon of Twilight, the seventh time. The war may come soon.”
“Are we not doing it wrong?” Faanzan said loudly: “We overthrew Miirna’s rule, so what do we do now against Dragon of Twilight?”
“Shut up, Faanzan,” a blond youngster with blue eyes flashing wise rays of light, Holy Sword Ordefeiss shining in his hands; he said to all his companions: “Miirna has decayed, Their noble is indulged in the past glory. What can Odin change? One person who chose us, is not willing to look at the hope of this World, and slowly die. Since we have inherited this fate, we must Go bravely.”
“I support Gaetel,” the young Saers was not as mature and sophisticated as the later, elven girl with a simple and firm color on his face: “Aerlanta elder sister, what do you see from above?”
The Land Sage returned, nodded: “Gaetel is right, we have a chance.”
Although that chance is so illusory.
The old man trembled and raised his finger, pointing to the person he trusted the most, the once-famous youngster, the chief of Flaming Knight, and now also the old man. Time is so indifferent and ruthless. Once he created the king of an empire, he can’t say a word now.
But from his trembling movements, the old Knight knew everything.
That is the tacit understanding of the past two centuries, no longer need to use language to repeat.
He is solemnly nodded.
On that day, Miss Luo Luo came to the depths of the Dead Frost Forest, and a crystal Stag witnessed the magnificent night sky, a fallen meteor.
One hundred and thirty years later, a country named Aouine’s was established.
……
Among the green valleys.
After a big fight, Knights celebrated the hard-won victory.
But their king, First King Eicht, left the sight of everyone alone. He came to the quiet lake, and another person was quietly waiting for his arrival on the rocks by the lake.
First King Eicht looks at the most trusted Knight.
“Are you decided, Wald,” he started talking: “After that, you will lose one’s own identity, lose one’s own glory, even Life, you may become the most hated thing in your life, will one’s Own fate is bound with this sword forever, no peace.”
“Until one day, when my descendants are not worthy of the approval of this sword, it will come here and wait for its true master.”
Knight stood up silently.
There is no extra answer.
But he has kneels on one knee.
……
The amber crystal above the altar was shattered, and Constance Princess stared blankly at the baby girl in her hand.
“Darus, I…”
A serious man shook his head: “Don’t worry about this, first look at what is written on the stone wall.”
Her Highness the Princess, a woman named Gwendolyn, looked at the two thoughtfully and replied: “That is the ancient language of Finno, the language of God races. I just learned the language of this witches in a book.” Know how.”
“What about the content?”
“Dragon of Twilight is about to wake up, but mortals still have hope.”
“Dragon of Twilight?” Darus turned back: “That is, what we saw in the illusion is true?”
“Adults, the monsters we met outside, called Crystalline,” Gwendolyn replied: “You also saw their strength, but that’s just the smallest of the Crystalline ethnic groups. They’re just in the original creature of Vaunde. The monsters formed on the basis, and the real Crystalline, is so powerful that it is unimaginable, not to mention that the crystal itself is not just a Twilight species.”
“So if Dragon of Twilight doesn’t die in the hands of Azure Knight, then it’s a must-have. It’s all over the world of chaos, and once they flood into our World, it’s enough to destroy everything.”
“So, in this case, where is the hope of the mortal?”
Gwendolyn lightly smiled.
“Maybe here, maybe in Aouine -“
……
The same afternoon of the sun shone brightly –
Borg – Nesson Viscount, who has entered middle age, smiled and said to his visiting companion: “I have already investigated, and Mother Marsha left us with the only hope of World, and it sleeps in Aouine.”
At this time, Viscount Nelson seems to still have nothing to do with his future destiny.
Knight looks at one’s own companion.
“Do you remember the oracles we saw at Alkesh, Pamid?”
Knight nodded.
a sword that changes fate –
Viscount Nelson clenched his fists and showed an excited expression:
“Pamid, that’s Ultimate Throne –“
“And the lens that the Tree Shepherds have been looking for is the final guide to that hope. They are divided into five, essentially a beacon – a guide that Mother Marsha gives us!”