Brando finally managed to trick Andrique into letting him go for the time being. Then, under the guidance of Metisha, he saw the cocoon that imprisoned Amelia. The giant cocoon of light was suspended between two ancient white oak trees. It was about eleven to twelve feet tall, and it was so wide that it would take two people to wrap their arms around it. It was about half a person's height from the ground, and it was shaped like a spindle. Inside the cocoon, there was a vague outline of a woman. It was the female Knight, Maynild.
Brando looked up at the cocoon of light. He walked over and touched its surface with his hand. The soft light penetrated his palm, and the temperature from the surface was similar to that of a human body. Although the cocoon of light was very soft, it was also very tough. It was obviously not that easy to destroy. Metisha, who was slightly weak, explained everything that had happened. Andrique and Mephistopheles had walked through the same secret passage as Allium Japonicum, but they were a little late. When they came to the surface, they only saw the cocoon of light and the unconscious Hipamira.
"Andrique found this thing nearby." Metisha said as she took out a slate. It was the War Slate that Brando had seen under the tomb. However, the slate had lost its metallic luster and had become gray. Many of the patterns on its surface had also disappeared. This was obviously the appearance of the inheritance in the War Slate after it was activated. Brando understood what had happened when he saw the slate.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the cocoon of light, he replied, "It seems that Lady Maynild accidentally activated this slate and obtained the inheritance on it. This cocoon of light should be the War Slate's self-protection mechanism. Then there should be no problem."
"No problem?" Metisha asked uncertainly. Compared to Brando, she had never understood these things.
"No problem," Brando said with certainty. "But she should be in this state for a while. Metisha, you stay behind to take care of Madam Maynild. I'll arrange for Andrique and the rest to stay with you. There shouldn't be any strong enemies around here. You guys should be able to protect each other."
Metisha was slightly startled. She was keenly aware of the hidden meaning in this sentence. She raised her head and asked, "My Lord, are you leaving?"
Only then did Brando remember that he had called Metisha over midway. She didn't know about Yura's situation yet, so he explained it to her in detail. Metisha frowned as she listened. Obviously, the sudden appearance of the undead was beyond her expectations. She thought carefully before replying, "Although Miss Delfien and I thought that Her Majesty had another trump card, we didn't expect it to be the undead. Fortunately, Yura and my Lord discovered their arrangement in advance. Otherwise, we might have been caught off guard. We have to react quickly. "
"So, you stay and inform The County to be on guard at the port." Brando said, "But you don't have to worry too much. Things haven't reached the stage you think they will. According to your sister, the White Legion should want to use the rule fragments to change the order of the area around Fattan and turn it into a state of eternal night. In a state without sunlight and with the double blessing of the Land of the Dead, the undead will be unprecedentedly strong. On the other hand, the humans will fall into a state of chaos due to the sudden solar eclipse. Their plan is good, but the key to this plan is that the rule fragments of Fattan Port are currently in our hands. How can I let them do as they wish?"
Metisha suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, "My Lord, I have an idea."
"Hmm?"
"In fact, before this, Miss Delfien and I planned to strike first to gain the upper hand. Instead of waiting for the Silver Queen to arrange her troops, it's better to disrupt their plan first. From a strategic point of view, attacking is more active than defending. Now that the initiative is in our hands, why don't we take this opportunity to do more things? "
Brando was interested. He was not good at war. He could command a battle, but when it came to the strategic level, he was a little stretched. Fortunately, he had Metisha by his side. The little Silver Elf princess had personally participated in and commanded the War of the Holy Saints. It was more than enough to deal with the current situation. It was simply a waste of talent. After all, she was the most famous general a thousand years ago. At that time, the continent was filled with the flames of war.
Metisha smiled mysteriously. "My Lord, you plan to seize part of the authority of the undead artifact, right?"
Brando nodded. According to Yura's description, the commander of the undead army should have a part of the authority of the undead artifact. That was why he could control thousands of skeletons to march in the wilderness. These thousands of skeletons were not worth mentioning in his eyes, but he was very interested in the undead artifact. Even if it was only a part of the authority, he might be able to get something out of it. That was why he agreed to Yura's plan as soon as he heard about it.
"We can make the White Legion's act real and then beat them at their own game. If we're lucky, we might be able to solve the current predicament at Fathom Harbor," Metisha replied.
Brando understood the little Silver Elf princess's plan. He raised his eyebrows slightly and thought about the feasibility of this plan. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the chances were higher. He could not help but feel a little excited. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "If that's the case, we have to be careful of the leak of information first. Cruz's people are unlikely to let your sister and the others act alone. They might have a small garrison nearby. I have to go and deal with these people."
Metisha nodded and asked, "My Lord, will you be fine by yourself? Do you need me to go too? Or do you want to call Mr. The Shire?"
Brando shook his head. "The Shire will leave him at the harbor. You and Hipamira have both come out. I have to leave someone at the harbor in case of an emergency. As for you, stay here and recuperate. This is the Lord's order. "
"But I've already used the holy water. My wounds have already healed. I'm just a little weak at most. Although I can't fight, I can still use my Planeswalker's authority," Metisha argued weakly. Speaking of injuries, Brando could not help but look at her chest. The originally shocking wound had indeed gradually healed under the powerful effects of the holy water. Now, under the tattered armor, there were large patches of snow-white skin and seductive curves that had just begun to develop.
Brando coughed and was immediately embarrassed.
Metisha finally noticed that her Lord's expression was a little strange. She looked down and immediately blushed. She bit her lips and hurriedly covered her exposed body with her hands. If it were anyone else in this situation, they would inevitably be angry. However, Metisha, with her usual temperament, could not say anything. The atmosphere between the two was a little awkward.
After a while, Brando muttered, "Don't worry, my little princess. I've already made arrangements. I won't joke about Yura's safety. You should understand."
Metisha grunted in response.
But after a while, she was still worried and whispered, "Why don't we bring Andrique along? She can still fight."
Brando still shook his head. "No need. You and Mephistopheles can't fight. Hipamira is also unconscious. Only Andrique can fight. I'll only be at ease if she stays here." After that, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the other entrance of the valley. "Madara's skeletons should have come from that direction. Cruz's people shouldn't be too far away …"
Metisha also looked at the other entrance of the valley. The verdant valley reflected the intoxicating green under the sunlight. She suddenly said, "Maybe there's someone who can help you, my Lord."
"Who?" Brando turned his head.
"That skeleton. Don't tell me you've forgotten about it, my Lord."
"Crotte. It's still alive?" Brando finally remembered the poor creature and asked in surprise.
"Yes, and Sir John Lorison also wants to see you."
Brando was stunned and then nodded. The two fell into silence for a while. It seemed that they both knew that there was a problem that they had not yet asked, but they were both worried about each other's feelings and did not want to take the initiative to speak. After a while, Brando said faintly, "Metisha, your sister …"
"I already know." Metisha shook her head hard. "Say no more, my Lord."
Brando looked at the Silver Elf girl. Metisha lowered her head and did not say a word. It made him feel a little uneasy. "Is it really nothing?"
Metisha was silent for a while. Then she said, "After the Silver Elves die, they go to a place called Alfheim. It is a sacred and peaceful valley — the Holy Silver Valley. It is the spiritual home of the Silver Elves. One day, I will see my sister, father, and mother there. They just reached that beautiful paradise before me."
"Although it sounds beautiful, I hope that Metisha can stay by my side forever and live in this world."
"My Lord, you really don't know how to comfort people." Metisha almost laughed. "Besides, my Lord will also grow old. One day, I will leave my Lord."
"That's fine. When the time comes, I will accompany you to that Alfheim."
"That won't do. That is the holy land of the Silver Elves. My Lord, you are a human. You can't enter."
"That's not necessarily true. I am a Planeswalker. Can't I travel through planes?"
"… You are too stubborn, my Lord."
…
This was the second time that Brando saw the undead of the Templar Knight. It lowered its head and sat under a towering white rock. It seemed to be in deep thought. The end of its long cloak dragged to the ground. It was a poignant red, as if it was the end of a hero. A rusty sword was inserted in front of it. A beam of golden sunlight shone down from the treetops and shone on the hilt. The gems on the hilt shone brightly, as if they were telling a story from before time had passed.
Sir John Lorison sat behind the sword. Its injuries seemed to have almost recovered — at least on the surface. However, the golden flames in its eye sockets were much dimmer.
"You are here, young Knight." Sensing Brando's arrival, Lorison raised its head. On its deeply sunken skull, the golden crown shone brightly.
"I am not a Knight." Brando showed the Halran Gaia that he had found with great difficulty. "I am a warrior, a swordsman, but not a Knight."
"It's all the same. With the passing of life, time has a different meaning in my eyes. The knowledge of the past no longer binds some eternal meaning." The undead replied, "In my eyes, a Knight is not an identity, but a symbol of nobility. It symbolizes a person who has a certain pursuit. I can see your persistence. Why deny it? I don't think it will embarrass you."
Brando was silent. "Where is your wife, respected Knight?" He looked around but did not see the soul of Lorison's lover, nor did he see the shadow of the defeated Knight Crotte.
"She left. The mortal world is only a restraint to her, even my love is the same. But she finally found peace and relief. This is all thanks to you." The voice of the undead was as calm as a dream.
Brando smiled. "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do it without purpose. Besides, the result is not bad. Your protection finally has meaning."
"I am also leaving," the undead replied, "I can feel a voice calling me. My soul is about to return to eternity. This world presents a variety of meanings in front of my eyes at this moment, and I can't help but recall my own era. In that era, Cruz Valley was evergreen, and the green fields were like a dream. We could pursue our beliefs and dreams to our heart's content … "
Brando quietly listened to Lorison talk about his past, like an old man who was about to die, slowly telling the story behind the dust of time. The young Knight, the shining faith, the setbacks and resistance, and even the lifelong protection. What supported such a faith in silence was a shining will.
The undead quietly finished the story, then raised its head and looked at Brando with its eyes that pulsed with golden soul flames.
"I am about to leave, but before I leave, I will give you a gift," the undead said slowly, "Please come to my side, young Knight."
Brando was slightly stunned and looked at Lorison in surprise. The undead met his gaze calmly and did not reveal any malice. Brando hesitated for a moment, but still walked in front of Lorison. The undead suddenly stood up and stretched out its bony hand to pull out the sword from the ground, but it did not make any move to attack. Brando was stunned for a moment and then relaxed. The undead raised the sword high and then gently put the tip of the sword on Brando's shoulder.
"Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young Knight?"
"It will be by your side for life," the undead replied in a loud voice, "I don't have anything else, only some of the insights I had when I was alive. These memories of the past have long lost their meaning to me, but I hope they can be of help to you."
With these words, Brando suddenly felt that the scenery around him dissipated like sand in the wind, and a solemn holy sound came from all directions. He looked up and found that Lorison's undead was nowhere to be seen. He was alone in the center of a temple, kneeling on one knee. There were huge floor-to-ceiling rose-colored windows on all sides, and a pure white beam of light shone down through the gaps in the empty vault above his head and fell on the ground beside him, forming a huge spot of light in the darkness.
It was impossible to see clearly in the darkness. It was as if there were rows of long benches in a church, and it was unknown if there were people sitting on them. Waves of whispers came from all directions and gathered together, buzzing as if they were discussing, or as if they were watching from the sidelines.
Brendel suddenly understood that this was a scene that the knight's soul had experienced before, and it was probably one of the few scenes that left the deepest impression in his life. But as time passed, the originally clear memories became blurry. The audience in the Holy Cathedral was like a photo that had been washed away by water. It had faded to the point that there was almost no trace left behind. But everything that happened in the center of the Holy Cathedral was forever engraved in his memory.
This was the inheritance —
The Knight's beliefs and ideals. Lorison intended to give his most important things to him. He had received all of this on the same occasion, and today he was returning the power that belonged to the Knight in the same way. In The Amber Sword, this was also a rare opportunity that could not be forced. The skills that these heroes had mastered were far from those that could be found anywhere. The key was that after incorporating personal understanding and perception, most of these skills were unique. Brando never dreamed that he would accidentally trigger a hidden quest.
He did not know if he was becoming less and less sensitive to things in the game, or if he had been too assimilated by the world. If this quest line had been in the past, he would have noticed it long ago. The moment Lorison's undead appeared, he probably should have noticed it, but he did not. Until now, everything was as if it had happened naturally.
He saw a ball of bright white light appear in front of him. He could not see the face of the figure in the white light. It was as if there were many faces overlapping. Some of them were familiar to him, some of them he had even seen before. However, there were also some that he was unfamiliar with and had never seen before. These familiar and unfamiliar faces overlapped with each other. They opened their mouths together and recited something in a common voice. When Brando heard this voice, he seemed to have heard it clearly, but it also seemed to be a buzzing noise in his ears until pieces of memory flowed into his mind.
The glorious Knight stood on the hill.
Banners like a forest, cheers like a tide.
The sword held high shone with a cold light.
Brando seemed to see himself in it, and also saw Lorison's life. Then he naturally understood the origin of this skill.
The layers of illusions in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the emerald forest returned to his vision. He was still standing under the huge white rock, and the forest was still green like a dream. Lorison's sword was still quietly inserted in front of him, but the undead of the Knight was long gone. Only the afternoon sun shone warmly in the forest, embellishing the meadow with spots of light.
A long cloak lay on the meadow, carrying the breath of its owner when he was alive. It was as dazzling as blood.
And only a monotonous voice echoed in Brando's mind: "Received the secret skill of the Templar Knight, Divine Baptism."
He pondered for a long time before silently picking up the cloak on the ground, and then gently covering Lorison's sword with it. Then he pulled out Halran Gaia and carved a line of flying words on the rock with the tip of the sword:
This is the tomb of a Knight. His life protected love and faith. His loyalty and ideals may not be known to the world, but the valley is evergreen, and his faith is everlasting.
… …
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