"I still don't quite understand." Brando asked, "What does that mean?"
"It means a lot. You'll understand very soon." White Mist said, "First of all, it means that you're the one chosen by the three scepters. You're the only one in history. Do you know who was the last person to be recognized by two Holy Swords at the same time? "
Brando thought for a while and thought of a person. This person had also used the wind-elemental Holy Sword as a key to open the door to the Mountain of Ceasing Storms. He had also obtained the three Holy Artifacts of Gaia — the Sword of Earth, Halran Gaia, the Will of the Mountains and Rivers, and the Holy Spear of Heaven.
This person was the Knight of Azure —
History did not mention which wind-elemental Holy Sword the Knight of Azure used, but it should at least be an elemental Holy Sword. Otherwise, it would be impossible to open the Gate of Two Worlds. Later on, he obtained the three Holy Artifacts of the Holy Temple of Earth. Among them, the Holy Spear of Heaven was a divine artifact of a higher level than Halran Gaia. If he had not obtained the recognition of the Seal of Gaia, how could he have taken it away?
"You're the Knight of Azure?" he asked tentatively.
"You're quick to react." White Mist smiled and said, "You're indeed the Knight of Azure. After all, only people who pursue independence and freedom like the wind and are recognized by the Sword of Earth can ultimately protect this world and bring an era of mortals to Wohnde. That's the beginning of the gods no longer interfering with the fate of mortals —"
"Lord White Mist, aren't you exaggerating a little too much by comparing me to an Azure Knight?" Brando could not believe it himself and hurriedly shook his head. He had read about the legend of the Knight of Azure in countless myths and documents. No matter which language or race's records it was, every time the Knight of Azure pierced through the sky, caused the stars to fall to the ground, and saved the entire world, the words were full of praise.
As for himself, not to mention going up against the Twilight Dragon, it would be difficult for him to even go up against giants like the Empire and the Dragon Queen.
The former was a hero who saved the entire world. He even sacrificed himself in the end to perish together with the Twilight Dragon. After the Era of Chaos, even the gods saw the light from the mortals, and began the 'Era of Light Returning to the Land' that lasted thousands of years, gradually passing the authority of the gods to the people of Gold and Silver.
From then on, the people born as' warriors' and 'craftsmen' could finally dictate their own destiny. Thousands of years later, even the most insignificant mortals had won their freedom. Wohnde was no longer the world of God.
Instead, it was an ordinary world that belonged to every one of its people.
Brando himself was a member of this large and ordinary group. Other than changing the fate of a small kingdom at the border of the civilized world, he was a nobody, the most ordinary noble lord under the rule of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the Count of Tónigel and Randner.
There were countless such people in the entire Empire, not to mention the continent of Wohnde that included Fanzin, Saint-ausol, Hazel, and Ellanta.
If someone said that such a Count could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Knight of Azure, even if Brando had already made a name for himself in Cruz, he would probably be laughed at.
But White Mist seemed to be a little unconcerned with his performance.
She shook her head and did not say much. She only asked: "Brando, let me ask you a question. When the Twilight comes, when the lives of everyone around you are threatened, will you stand up?"
Brando was stunned.
The first thing he thought of was why the Twilight would come. It was still the end of the Year of the Sword, but he suddenly froze, because he thought of the Roman, the Dragon Queen, and all the mess at the moment.
It seemed that inadvertently, history had changed beyond recognition. The skeletons of Madara did not even have time to launch the second War of the Black Roses (Brando did not know the situation in Erouine), and the Twilight seemed to have crossed several 'versions' and arrived in front of the world.
This was not a joke, nor was it a warning, but a fact that was happening in the world of elements.
If he could not stop the Dragon Queen, then the Twilight would definitely come to this world. Regardless of whether the former could really fulfill the wish of the Tree Herders and kill the Twilight Dragon in one fell swoop, at least no matter how she succeeded or failed, the Roman would not be spared.
White Mist's question seemed to have asked the deepest part of his heart.
"Will you stand up for me?"
Thinking of this, Brando found it hard not to ask himself: How can I not stand up? Why did I come here?
Perhaps White Mist had already seen through this point. He could not retreat. If he retreated, perhaps he should have silently turned around when he was in Fortress Riedon and Abies.
Then he would not have been able to see the hope and hope in the eyes of the refugees in Bucce, the mercenaries in Abies, and the clear and pure eyes of Sifrid.
There was only one word that could describe it.
And that was trust.
People could betray things, but they could not betray themselves. That was why Brando found that he could easily come up with such an answer, as if it was a matter of course.
He had to stand up.
Before everyone else.
Just like he had once promised her.
He regained his senses and saw White Mist's dark eyes looking at him with a hint of a smile: "Have you thought it through?"
"Not everyone is born a hero. Only naive children will clamor to be the savior of the world all day long. However, the world of adults is bound by heavier responsibilities. This is your duty, and also your responsibility. When that moment comes, you have to make a choice —"
"The three Holy Swords chose you because they trust you. This is also a kind of recognition, and it is the same for us."
White Mist moved from his left shoulder to his right shoulder and swept her long tail across his neck, causing Brando to shrink back. She said: "Go, go and talk to the Fairy. You should understand now why the Roman's aunt would rather give up hope and let you leave this place. It is because you are so important to everyone. She loves the Roman very much, but she knows that the Roman loves you and this world more. "
"What should I talk to them about … …" Brendel looked at Tata. After she asked him a few questions, she flew to the top of a mast and discussed with Lute for a long time with a serious expression. The two of them seemed to have reached an agreement and flew down together towards Brendel.
"Go and talk about what you should do. This is the real reason why Halangia sent you here. The Fairy already knows everything. Go and ask her what you should do, and she will tell you. Go and fulfill your responsibility as a man, and promise to the Roman."
"You must have not forgotten that her dream is to become a merchant, not a witch. You should know how to fulfill all of this, right?"
"Because you are Brando. You must be the one who brings hope."
White Mist whispered in his ear, and the Fairy and Lute were already in front of him. All the Tyrmosians were looking in his direction solemnly.
He was the King of Earth, Fire, and Shallow Sea. Although he did not have a crown on his head, fate had quietly crowned him.
In this world of elements, every gaze that was added to it was a holy baptism.
"Mr. Brando, King of Earth," Tata said solemnly: "I think we have to talk to you."
Brendel looked at the little fairy and then at the Fire Fairy Prince. Fiya looked even more nervous on top of his head. She looked to the left, then to the right, and seemed a little scared.
Brando nodded silently.
The Fairy looked at him with a stubborn gaze and said: "Mr. Brando, please forgive our rudeness, but I would like to change our plan … …"
Brando looked at her and did not interrupt, because he knew that the Fairy would definitely explain it to him.
Tata took a deep breath, which made the Fairy look a little unreasonably excited. Her voice was even a little incoherent.
"Because … … this time, maybe we can really, completely defeat that … … existence … …"
"What did you say?"
"I mean, you are the one Sir Odin has been waiting for, the one Sir Eleranta has been waiting for, and the one we have been waiting for."
"This, I still … … don't quite understand?"
"Mr. Brando," the Fairy took another breath and said softly: "I want to tell you a story … …"
Brando was silent for a moment before he replied: "Is this story related to our story?"
Tata nodded.
"Then please tell me."
"The beginning of this story … … has a deep connection with a sword … …"
"Because this is a sword that does not exist in the mortal world. It is the purest, away from the mortal world, and an idealized existence … …"
"The name of this sword is the Amber Sword."
… …
A bright flash of lightning sprinkled down from the sky covered by layers of dark clouds, reflecting a vast expanse of whiteness in the mountains. In the pouring rain, a big fire was burning on the top of a dark mountain in the distance. The light of the fire reflected the water, causing the night to be shrouded in a layer of ominous brilliance.
Several pillars of light stretched across the dark night sky, shining for a long time. This light supported a barrier that spanned across the entire kingdom, as if the soul-stirring scene from before was deeply imprinted in the hearts of all who witnessed it.
The clouds rumbled above, as if a terrible storm was brewing in the direction of the Loop of Trade Winds. Even thousands of miles away, the black cloud wall could be seen accumulating momentum on the sea.
The wind howled on the outer sea of Tónigel, and the black waves rolled up as if there were countless fierce beasts lurking under them. Several sailing ships that were entering the harbor did not even have time to struggle before they were dragged into the deep sea by the waves and the wind, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In the forest, under the pouring rain, a figure with the body of a deer was leaning against a collapsed tomb, staring fixedly in that direction.
"Échis, the thirteenth month, the Great Demon Tide, the Elemental Disaster … … It has been a thousand years, but it is still coming. Master, Lord Odin, please bless this troubled world with a moment of peace … … The seal is about to be broken, Lord Witch Queen, no one knows whether the mortal's struggle is meaningful or not … … Perhaps all of this has no end … …" She muttered to herself.
Her intermittent voice was soon swallowed by the rain.
A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky.
Two balls of fire seemed to be ignited in the eyes of the deer demon.
She did not know why, but she suddenly remembered the past. She thought of many things, including the body of the clocktower monster that had been sleeping for a long time underground.
Then she remembered a mortal's face.
She looked in the direction of Abies Castle.
"Little guy, I don't know if you are still there," Irene muttered. "Perhaps we will not have the chance to meet again, but you will never understand this … …"
… …
(PS: My healing is not strong enough, I can't raise the IG's HP. A certain modification, the secret virtual zone exploded. After all, I am a member of the Yellow Net Team. My heart aches for my aunt.
In the afternoon, I went to play Ancient Age. At night, I was preparing to go offline to write my story, but the server exploded. It was also a certain modification that was targeted by the system.)
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