"Crack —!"
The gleaming ice blade hit the mast with a gust of wind, causing ice and wood chips to explode all over the place. But Root's reaction was also very fast. He had already jumped up from the crossbar of the mast and dodged the attack.
Then Brando heard a series of whooshing noises of ropes breaking. He watched as the ropes tied to the crossbar began to bounce off one by one from where the ice blade hit. Then the huge sail made a rustling sound as it fell from the mast like a white flag, enveloping everyone on the deck.
White Mist let out a low growl, and her hair stood up like needles. She was about to launch a second attack, but at this time, Brando groped under the sail and grabbed her.
"Don't be impulsive, Lady White Mist!" he shouted.
"Get out of my way, I must kill this damn bug today!" White Mist let out a series of low growls.
This adjective seemed to have angered the arrogant Elven gentleman in mid-air. "Who are you calling a mosquito!" Root replied angrily. He clenched his hands, and an elemental sword burning with flames appeared in his hands.
"I'm talking about a bug!"
"That's enough, you two!" Brando lifted the sail and rescued Miss Sprite from the ropes. He looked up and saw the flame sword in Root's hand, and finally became angry.
This was not a joke. Although his sword would not hurt the people on the ship, the ship was most likely going to be destroyed.
Brando said angrily, "White Mist, you are the Ancient Witch Sage, and Mr. Root, you are a member of Forsedes' clan. Please show some basic tolerance!"
Of course, he was not just shooting his mouth off. The power of the Law of Space spread out in an instant. White Mist groaned, and the magic gathered around her dissipated. The fire element in Root's hand was torn apart, and could no longer maintain the shape of a long sword.
"This is … the power of the Golden Flame!" He could not help but show a look of surprise.
On the other hand, White Mist pouted. It was unknown whether she was subdued by Brando's violence or moved by Brando's' magnanimity '. She snorted softly and jumped to the base of the mast, turning her head away and ignoring the others.
"I'm really sorry." Brando finally had the time to apologize to Miss Fairy. The latter's hair was a little messy, but she just calmly tidied it up. Then, she glanced at Brando, shook her head and replied, "It's okay."
Soon, the other Tyrmosians climbed out from under the sails. In response to Brando's apology, most of the wise men from the various ships shook their heads, indicating that they did not mind.
Only the Sea Folk of Roas seemed slightly displeased — because the ship was their ship — but they did not show it.
Lute flew in the air for a while, and after confirming that White Mist was no longer paying attention to him, he flew back and landed on the mast. He frowned, feeling a little annoyed. In fact, he did not think that he was a person who liked to cause trouble. In the name of the Golden Flame, he did not think that anything he said was inappropriate. At least, that was what he thought.
So, he was very angry at being attacked. At first, he wanted to say something back to White Mist, but when he looked at the angry Brando, he finally held back.
After a while, the ship was reorganized. The Tyrmosians rolled up the sails and put them back into the cabin. Brando looked up at the fairy and asked, "Mr. Lute, can I call you that?"
"You can call me Lute, or whatever you want," the fairy replied. "Because you are the Flaming Blade's adorer, you can call me whatever you want."
Brando was a little speechless. He wanted to explain that this was a polite question, and not a serious question about what he wanted to call him.
He thought for a while and said, "Then Lute, I am very concerned about the previous question. You said that there are seven Elemental Orbs. Does that mean that the Orbs of Nature are real?"
In fact, ever since Sidney told him the meaning of the Elemental Orbs in East Metz, he had been very interested in this topic. The power of the Flame Orb and the Darkness Orb in his body had shown an extremely high level of power in the battle with Rushta. He suspected that this power might be related to the legendary Existential Power, or even the method to create a perfect body for the Iron Folk.
But unfortunately, ever since he felt the power of the Flame Orb in the Colddew Manor, Oderfeiss' will seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again. No matter how he tried, he could not activate it at all. Apart from being able to use the Flaming Blade's power, he could no longer feel the existence of the Flame Orb in his body.
So now, he urgently wanted to know everything related to it.
In response to Brando's question, Lute nodded and said, "Because it was never a legend."
Brando nodded and did not question it. He also did not ask the question of where the Orbs of Nature were born if there were no Natural Planes in this world. After all, such a question was even more nonsensical than asking fairies why they knew the names of their own kind. Although there were only four worlds within the elemental barrier — the Mountain of Ceasing Storms, the Stone Pivot, the Scorching River, and the Shallow Sea — light, darkness, and other natural elements all had their own places of abundance. In those worlds where the three elements originated, there was nothing strange about the existence and birth of the Nature Orb.
"You said that they are keys?" Brando asked again, "But I have never heard of this before. What kind of keys are they, Lute?"
"This is related to a secret —"
"If it is not convenient," Brando quickly said, "we can skip this topic."
"No," the Sprite shook her head seriously, "I mean, although this is a secret, if Mr. Brando wants to know, I will tell you."
"Why do you say that?" Brando was a little puzzled. He always felt that this Sprite was inexplicably close to him. When he used the Power of Law to interrupt the Sprite's spell, he felt that the Sprite's power level was not much lower than his, but she was unusually obedient.
Lute thought for a moment before replying, "It's probably because you're the Flaming Blade's adorer. I feel like I can't hide anything from you. The Scepter of Fire, Oderfeiss, is the supreme object of the Fire Elemental Realm. Although I still don't know if you've inherited the ability of the Golden Flame, I'll test you."
Brando had a good impression of the Sprite just now, but now he was a little dumbfounded by the word "test". He smiled bitterly and said, "Alright, as you wish. Then please continue to talk about the Seven Orbs, or the Scepter. I have heard of something similar, but I am not as sure as you are."
"Those are the Seven Scepters," Lute answered with certainty. His voice was like singing a light song, just like the common characteristic of the Fairies. "And they are not just scepters, but keys. They are called 'Bronze Keys' in the Pale Poem."
"Keys?" Brando recalled the name 'Bronze Keys', and he quickly remembered a legend. It was part of the legends of the Highlanders, called the Epic of Archen by the mortals, and it told the story of a mortal hero.
This hero was not famous in Wohnde, but he was the greatest hero of the Highlanders, because he was the first king of the Highlanders. Legend said that he opened the treasure of the Lache of Wa, the treasure of the Mountains, and used his extraordinary wealth to build the Highlanders' kingdom.
Most of the Highlanders of this era passed down the memories of that era, even Scarlet, who was a Highlander far away from her homeland, was no exception.
In that history, the glorious kingdom was destroyed by greed, and the hero eventually fell because of old age. Legend said that he was cursed by the gods, and sank into the ground with his treasure. In the long years that followed, the people of the Empire, the Highlanders, and even adventurers from other races went to search for the treasure of the Highlanders' king, but they all came up empty-handed.
Brando clearly remembered that the Epic mentioned the key used to open the door to the treasure, and it was described as follows:
A rusty Bronze Key.
Rust was verdigris, but the Pale Poem often used metaphors to describe history, so it was often difficult to understand its meaning on the surface. The Pale Poem said that it was the Bronze Key, and it was very likely that it was an indirect metaphor that it had some kind of secret connection with the word 'bronze'.
"Is it the Epic of Archen?" He asked.
The fairy nodded.
Brando suddenly understood. In his previous life, like most players, he had studied the Pale Epic. After all, it was a huge book that completely recorded the endless secrets of Wohnde's history. Although the mortals only had fragments, it was still worth investing time in.
He could now understand Lute's words so quickly because of this.
"Those keys were only used to open Archen's treasure?" He asked again.
This sounded a little ridiculous. Archen's Epic was only a fragment of the Highlanders' history, and its level was obviously not as high as the level of the Elemental Scepter.
After all, Halran Gaia was one of the most important legends of the Temple of the Earth, but it was only a part of the Elemental Scepter.
But Lute still nodded, "Archen's treasure is only a part of this legend. He only got the Black Orb."
"I see," Brando nodded, "Then what will happen if we collect all seven keys?"
"I don't know," the fairy simply shook his head and replied with a straight face, "There is only one legend, that the gods buried their secrets here. It is a door, and behind the door is the secret that will allow the gods to return to the world."
Allow the gods to return to the world.
Brando's heart tightened.
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