Listening to the long sound of the horn coming from behind the Mist, Brando let out a long sigh. He didn't say anything. He just turned around silently, leaving the long sound of the horn behind him, and walked down the dune.
Malourcha also turned his head to take a look. Then he strode forward to catch up. Behind him, Fiath finally shut her mouth. White Mist looked at the little guy in surprise. She wondered what kind of power could make a fairy become silent.
"Will we go back?" Fiyas asked.
"Maybe." White Mist was stunned for a moment, and finally understood what the little guy was worried about. "But after today, everything may change beyond recognition. If we can defeat the Twilight Dragon, when we return to the shallow sea, what we see may not be what we see today —"
"Time never turns back. If you leave your hometown, you will never be able to go back," Malourcha said emotionally. He remembered the time when he left the shallow sea. When he returned after thousands of years, the people he saw were no longer the familiar faces.
"Sigh." Fiyas sighed.
Even the usually optimistic little fairy was a little sad. For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole team was a little gloomy.
But fortunately, she quickly recovered and threw her previous melancholy to the back of her mind. "But we will always make a lot of new friends, won't we?"
Lute, who was sitting on Brando's shoulder, looked at her like she was an idiot.
"Speaking of which, why did you think of this?" White Mist asked Fiyas curiously. In her opinion, this little fairy was a heartless character. It was rare to see her focus on something.
"I miss Miss Tata a little," Fiyas thought for a moment, then answered seriously.
"Miss Tata?" White Mist was surprised. "Madam Tillyas, do you like her a lot?"
"That's not it." Fiyas shook her head like a rattle-drum. "I just feel a little close to her, like she's a twin born from the same seed as me. You humans don't know this feeling very well. For example, I feel like she's my elder sister."
"I am not a human."
White Mist corrected her.
But Malourcha almost lost his footing. He paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward. Brando, who had been silent all this time, turned to look at his summoned creature and gave it an encouraging look. Only then did the latter feel a little better. Brando knew that Malourcha must have thought of Miss Tata's sister again, that fairy called Rose.
Some memories were so profound that you would never be able to forget them, whether it was before or after death.
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of some distant memories. It was still in the forest of Bucce. The bone-fire that was dancing was the gaze of a true Knight. Although it had died a long time ago, it had never let go of its obsession with its motherland.
It wasn't until a very long time later that this obsession turned into a painful torment that gnawed at its soul day and night.
It turned into a sword and protected a kingdom.
He also thought of the experience of fighting side by side with everyone in The Amber Sword. It was a journey of laughter, sadness, achievement mixed with tears. The ending wasn't perfect, but it wasn't completely useless. At least this dream reappeared in his heart, making it no longer seem like a simple game.
And he was considered lucky compared to Ebdon. He was able to be in a dream, or perhaps it was his own dream. Brando sometimes wondered if he had died. His experience at this moment was just to make up for the regrets in his heart.
But he was able to regain everything he had lost in this dream. He changed the fate of many people and prevented many destined tragedies from happening again.
Although Wohnde's history was falling apart before his eyes, becoming unfamiliar and unreachable, and even the entire world was on the verge of collapse and was about to fall into an irreversible fate of destruction.
But strangely, this time he didn't feel much regret in his heart. Because he did his best and left no regrets.
Whether it was Erouine, Princess Gryphine, Freya, Scarlet, Metisha, or the Roman, the merchant lady, his fiancée.
He looked at the road in front of him. It was a gray road that was completely different from the land of Wohnde. At the end of this road, he thought that perhaps it was the end of his dream.
Whether it was to save the Roman or to be destroyed with this world, he didn't have much regret in his heart.
He thought that perhaps this was the end of a distant memory. At the end of everything, it was the eternal silence and the end.
But this time, there were many people with him. It wasn't just Miss Tata and the Tirmosian people. He saw many people's faces from the same gaze.
Those people were Black Tea, Pully, Shadow, and his former comrades in "The Amber Sword".
He felt as if everyone came to his side.
And this time, there was also a senior accompanying him. Just like the final battle in the Crimson Valley.
He still remembered the cold rain at that time.
"Lute," Brando suddenly asked, "Where is the Fire Scepter?"
Lute sat on his shoulder, turned his head to look at Brando's side face, shook his head and said, "It is in the Mountain of Quenching Storm, right here."
"Miss Tata said that there is no concept of space in the Mountain of Quenching Storm. Where we can go here depends on where we want to go. The yearning in our hearts is like a bridge, connecting each other's arrival."
"In other words," Brando said, "the fire fairies only know that it is here, but no one knows where it is. Only when it wants to see us can we find it?"
To put it simply, it was to leave it for the fated person. Brendel knew that the Amber Sword liked to do this kind of thing, and he hated it.
But Lute shook his head seriously.
He replied with certainty, "No, you will definitely find the Fire Scepter."
"Why?"
"Because Miss Tata and I both believe in this. You should also believe that you can do it, Mr. Brando. If you can't do it, then there is no hope in this world."
Brando did not agree with this statement. Although he was not a doctrinaire materialist, sometimes he would prefer to believe in the former. Subjective initiative was important, but some objective facts would not change because of one's will.
"Of course I believe in it, but this may not solve the problem." Brando replied, "We can't just walk aimlessly here, right? Although I have no doubt about your and Miss Tata's vision, it doesn't change the fact that we still don't know how to find the Fire Scepter, right?"
He thought he was being straightforward enough, but he did not expect Lute to be stubborn beyond his imagination. The Blessed of Forsyth shook his head firmly and said, "Sometimes, if you want to, then you will definitely find it."
"This is the Mountain of Quenching Storm. If you still retain the logic of the earth, then it will not work."
"He's right, Brando." At this time, White Mist also stopped the meaningless conversation with Fiyas. She turned to Brando and said, "This is outside of the Elemental Plane. It is the world of spirit and will. You must understand this. Try to abandon some common sense and strengthen your belief."
"Then what should I do?" Brando could not ignore White Mist's advice.
"As I said, believe that you can find it. Strengthen your belief, Mr. Brando." Lute replied, "This is actually very simple. You just have to let go of the absurdity in your heart."
"And this experience will be very useful for you. The Extreme Plain is to abandon some common sense of Wohnde and integrate into the essence of the world. In the world of laws, will and spirit are the most important." White Mist added.
Brendel furrowed his brows. No matter how he said it, he really did not know where to start. It was like a person who was used to walking normally and could not get used to walking backwards, let alone running.
Lute said to strengthen his belief and let go of the absurdity in his heart. Then what should he do? Should he just say in his heart, "Scepter of Fire, quickly appear. I will definitely find you!" and that would be enough?
That would be a little too ridiculous.
Brando's heart was filled with this somewhat irritating thought. But just as he was about to say it in his heart, he suddenly opened his mouth in shock.
All of a sudden, he saw a towering mountain peak appear behind the fog.
He could point to the heavens and swear in the name of Martha and all the gods and Buddhas that a second ago, there was definitely no such mountain in front of them.
This, this, this, Brando was a little shocked. This kind of thing completely overturned his common sense. They were clearly in the Gray Stone Wilderness, which was very close to the Shallow Gray Bay. He still remembered that when he had just walked down from the nearby cliff headland, there was a low, uneven wilderness in front of him.
That's right, the Shallow Gray Bay!
Brando hurriedly turned his head and found that the Shallow Gray Bay was still behind him. Behind the mist, he could even see the long white trails left behind by the Tyrmosian fleet disappearing on the surface of the sea.
But when he turned his head again, his eyes could not help but widen even more. Because in front of him was no longer a towering mountain. To be precise, it was a mountain range. The shadows of the mountains overlapped with each other, stretching and undulating, forming a high gray wall.
Even without being reminded, Brando knew that it was the Mountain of Stopping the Storm.
The Sacred Mountain of the Wind Elemental Plane.
And in front of him, on the tallest mountain peak, lightning surrounded it. Between the clouds and the top of the mountain, there seemed to be something like an extremely magnificent building complex.
"What is this!" Brando could not help but ask Prince Lute on his shoulder, "How did this come about?"
"You really did it, Flaming Blade's adorer!" Lute was also very excited. His golden eyes seemed to be lit up. He clenched his fists and said excitedly, "That is the Sacred Mountain!"
"Sacred Mountain? What Sacred Mountain!? "
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