Fanzin's envoy had already left the Laurel Terrace in March. There was a burnt smell in the air, and the leaves danced in the wind, but the direction of the wind had changed.
The guards of the Elf Court dispersed everyone on the terrace.
Only Saint-ausol the Wind Empress and her Knight, as well as the Hunter siblings were left.
The royal Elf took off the Wind Empress' ring on her white index finger, and everyone present did the same thing. The sky above the Wind Elf Palace sank slightly.
The rings in their hands lit up one after another.
It was unknown who was mourning for the dead, but the sad and distant singing of the Elves drifted in from outside the palace.
From the wind,
Sheltered by the wind,
Descendants of Osomir,
Why not return?
…
Return to the wind,
Sheltered by the wind,
Return to your heroic soul,
Sleep forever, like silence.
Saint-ausol listened to the singing.
She seemed to recall her childhood. At that time, the bright moon shrouded the valley, and the elders told the myths and legends of the ancient times in the forest. Unlike many Elves who lived a simple life, she yearned for a heroic life when she was young.
But when did heroes have to be manipulated by fate?
"Gretel, Fanzin, are you all right …?"
The moonlight after a thousand years was still as bright as before, but the story told under the moonlight was already a thousand years old. After the world changed, everything in the past could only fade away with time.
That was something only a few people still remembered.
When these few people passed away, the time that belonged to the past stopped forever.
The royal Elf blinked lightly, as if sand had entered her eyes. She picked up the ring and raised it high, and the Knight did the same.
An era had ended.
But there was always a new page in the new story.
The rings turned into streams of light from their hands and flew into the sky.
"Farewell, my friend, farewell, Your Majesty." The Knight who lost his ring saluted his colleague, the Wind Empress, with the etiquette of the Elf Knights.
His body that was slightly glowing gradually disappeared from his feet, then half of his body, and finally his whole person turned into specks of light dust, and disappeared with the wind.
"Farewell. We have never regretted our promise of a thousand years."
"If time goes back …"
"We believe you."
"Victory remains the same."
The knights bowed in unison to Sanorso the Wind Empress, and then their figures gradually faded, turning into drifting dust.
Sanorso wiped the corners of her eyes. She did not cry, because that was not the weakness of the Wise Ones. Heroes were born to protect the world, and they should not feel sad. It was just that the wind and sand were too strong at the moment, and their eyes were blurred.
This was a reunion after a thousand years.
But it was also a final farewell.
She was always luckier than others, because at least she still had time to say goodbye. In her blurred eyes, she seemed to see Eleranta's tall back. Saint-ausol's lips moved, unsure whether to call her 'big human woman' or 'Sister Eleranta'.
The elf royal sister's face was calm, but she was somewhat absent-minded as she looked in that direction. Although there was nothing there, only the laurel leaves scattered all over the ground.
"Our life is like a circle. It has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, it is as if we have returned to the beginning –"
"Fanzin, can you not say such nonsense? You are not a poet …"
"Haha, Saint-ausol, I really wonder which one of us is the elf. Is there an elf like you? I remember that the elves have a deep understanding of art and beauty, don't they?"
"There are always exceptions. Am I not one of them? To be honest, I also pursue a romantic life, but my romance is the light of swords and shadows, not poetic and picturesque – "
"That's true. But Saint-ausol, seriously speaking, Cruz, Eleranta and I are all humans, and you are an elf. One day, we will all grow old, but you will still live for a very, very long time. When that time comes, you will understand the meaning of this sentence – "
"Then I would rather not understand. Although you are humans, as long as you become stronger, you can also have a long life, even longer than us elves, isn't that right?"
"Haha, that's true."
It was as if it was not tears that fell, but starlight.
'Patter –'
Peya felt a chill on the back of her hand.
She was slightly stunned, and when she lowered her head, she saw a wet mark there, and a sparkling bead was sliding down the back of her hand to her fingertips. "My Lady …" She looked up at the latter in surprise.
The lower half of the elf lady's body had faded so much that only a shadow was left.
She blinked, came back to her senses, and smiled. She reached out and gently touched the heads of the hunter siblings, and said kindly, "Do you remember what I said to you?"
"My Lady, are you leaving too …?" Yaruta raised his head and looked at the Elf Royal Sister who taught him and his sister swordsmanship and archery, and gave them motherly care, and asked in a low voice.
Although they had not been together for long, the feelings between the three of them were already quite close.
"There is no banquet in the world that does not end, Yaruta."
"But what about Mr. Brando?" Yaruta held back his anger and asked, "Didn't you promise him that you would go back to see him?"
"It's not the first time I've lied to him." The Wind Empress smiled slightly and said, "He's a fool."
Yaruta looked at her steadily.
Peya was the same, but her sister was always stronger and more sensible than her brother. She came over and gently pressed her brother's shoulder from behind.
Her brother's eyes quickly turned red.
"But I don't want you to go, my Lady …"
"That won't do." Saint-ausol smiled magnanimously and said, "There are more important people waiting for me, Yaruta. You are still young, and in the future you will go to many places, see many things, and meet many people. Among these people, there are always a few who are worth waiting for your life- "
"Are there people like that waiting for you, my Lady?" Yaruta asked, "Is it the Flame King and Lord Fanzin?"
"You are very smart, but it's not just them." The elf lady sighed, her tone already tinged with nostalgia.
What a dazzling era that was –
So many people.
So many legends.
But in the end, they have passed away.
Specks of light dust scattered in the night sky …
Both the Hunter siblings raised their heads and looked at these final words of farewell, but as if the two did not understand what all this meant, many people in Wohnde did not understand this night either.
History has turned to a new page.
Those names that belonged to the past, were eventually sealed under the pages of the book.
The third stream of light in the darkness had already rushed over and merged into Brando's body in an instant.
"Scepter of Wind!"
The third stream of light reflected in Byakugan's eyes had already shocked her speechless.
The Wind Holy Sword – Firmament was almost formed, and only the Orb of Wind was left. But Lute and Byakugan who were present suddenly saw that Brando was actually shedding tears at this moment.
Because he only heard a voice echoing in his heart:
"The road ahead is up to you, little guy, come on –"
That voice was so familiar that he instantly understood what had happened.
"Goodbye, my lord."
"Farewell, little guy."
This was perhaps the last speech of an era.
… …
There was a sigh in the darkness.
The Bell of Twilight in Fanzin rang, and the two Popes in front and behind looked at the blurred starlight fading from the eastern sky. There was already a faint white light in the sky, and this devastated land finally welcomed another day of sunrise.
Outside the palace, on the balcony, Eleranta's figure was no longer there.
Birds flapped their wings and flew over the treetops, monks in white robes ran in the courtyard, and a pillar of light was soaring into the sky from the temple where the divine power of Olamisol was placed.
That golden light, and the dawn in the distant sky, reflected each other's splendor –
Everyone stared at it.
They watched as it shone brightly and disappeared little by little.
In the distant great glacier, under the layer of ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, there was a sudden flash of light, and a roar could be heard within thousands of miles.
William turned his head in mid-air, and the scene of the mountains collapsing was reflected in his eyes. Hundreds of snow-capped mountains collapsed downward in his vision, turning into dust.
"The Cry of the Holy Artifact –"
He hesitated for a moment, then flew in that direction.
The Seven Holy Swords were hanging alone in the starry sky beside Brando.
But only two of them had physical bodies, and there was still one that lacked the final law. At this time, a light appeared in the void of the universe, but in the next moment, the light suddenly dimmed.
"Someone has restricted the will of the Orb of Wind!" Lute said hatefully, "How could he do that, how could a mortal be so selfish!"
"The Staff of Ice did not respond to the call, it is indeed not enough, there is not enough time –" Haku's face was also a little ugly.
But she did not really feel that it was not worth it for Brando, but because now she and Brando were grasshoppers on the same rope, the more Brando obtained, the more confident she would be.
In the end, she never thought of herself as a selfless person, but she did not need to be selfless.
But no matter what, perhaps only the real lunatics would be willing to see the destruction of the World Cup, because no one wanted to die.
Even the Undead were no exception –
An eternal gaze was staring at the dome of the Skeleton Hall. After a long time, she chuckled, and the white gas that she exhaled turned into ice fog, and fell to the ground with a rustle.
Darkness and death all crawled under her feet, and blood-like roses grew and spread out from the white bones under her throne.
It was a plant from hell, and it was born by drinking blood.
"You want to take something from me, that is not possible."
The supreme ruler shook her head lightly.
She threw out the scepter that looked like flowing mercury.
The scepter vibrated, and the whole body emitted a bright flowing light, but it quickly dimmed.
"All things,"
"Only submission –"
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