The narrow room was filled with a solemn atmosphere. There was only a round table in the darkness, and a crystal emitted a dim fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. A silver magic circle was flashing on the ceiling, which was constantly changing its shape. A mercury-like substance seeped out of the magic circle and wriggled to fill every corner of the room. This place was dozens of meters underground, and the air was so turbid that it almost stopped flowing.
Brando looked up and glanced at the people present. The Dwarf King Califen, the Grand Commander of the Fanzin Knight Regiment, Solomon, Amandina, Isdoville, Yaruta, Prince Nair, the Archdruid, and the Archseer Valla.
After confirming that everyone was ready, he carefully took out five pieces of grayish-brown stone and placed them on the table in front of everyone.
At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling squirmed, as if cutting off some kind of information in the space. But it could also be that the Twilight Dragon no longer cared about this small beacon. In any case, the terrifying pressure that Brando personally felt in Fathom Port did not appear again underground.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was enough to make people feel uneasy.
"Let's continue," Isdoville said.
Brando nodded. Although it was dark, he could still see clearly. His hands carefully put the five pieces of stone together on the table. When these ordinary stone pieces were placed together for the first time, a miraculous scene occurred.
A cluster of fluorescence rapidly spread in the darkness.
The combined stone pieces floated up and formed a sand table. The sand table was engraved with the direction of mountains and rivers, as well as a green forest. It was an unfamiliar land, but it also felt somewhat familiar. Haruz gently took a breath at the table, his silver eyes reflecting the light in the darkness. He exclaimed softly, "Erouine!"
"To be exact, it's Erouine of a certain era." Brando pointed in the direction of Randner and said, "This is still a lake, and Vallenden is still a bay. This is at least the Erouine of the era before the Deadly Frost Forest was formed."
"Look at the Loop of Trade Winds!"
"Is it Valhalla?" Yaruta asked.
"No, that's the World Tree." Brando suddenly recalled the towering tree he had seen in the Loop of Trade Winds.
The captain of the Fanzin Knight Regiment asked, "What is this thing?"
"This is a beacon," Solomon replied: "This is the thing that Miss Amandina's father has been searching for his entire life. Countless heroes have sacrificed their lives for it. Fortunately, their efforts have allowed this beacon to return to our hands."
"It is …?"
"The map to the Throne of Destiny."
There were whispers and discussions. The Dwarf King Califen picked up his warhammer several times and put it down again. He seemed to be very excited. After all, that was the only hope of the mortal world.
In the darkness, Amandina stood silently by the side, her eyes reflecting the fluorescent light. Her hands were a little pale as she gripped the corner of her clothes tightly. Brando glanced at her and asked, "Are you okay?"
Amandina shook her head.
"Don't force yourself, Amandina."
"I'm fine, My Lord. Thank you for your concern."
The others recognized the descendant of the hero. They all stood up and bowed to her. Amandina did not say a word, but her eyes flashed with a deep light. This was what her father had done. He abandoned his wife and daughter, and even lost his own life. But at this moment, she felt a faint sense of pride for the man in front of her.
The fluorescent light rose from the sand table and finally formed seven pillars of light. The seven pillars of light floated above Erouine. Brando stared at the pillars of light and suddenly remembered something. It was the elk in the forest, exuding a holy white light. It proudly raised its head and stood under the moon, watching them and the refugees.
"That's the Stag Hills."
Freya's eyes also flashed with a bright light. She looked up and said excitedly, "Brando, I remember we've been there before!"
Brando nodded.
Golden Flame's Slumber, Fairyland, the Legacy of the Saint.
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Clatter, clatter. The sound of scattered footsteps came from the fog. A few figures separated the fog. From their attire, these people should be the Highland Knights from Karsuk. But the Highland Knight had been reorganized as part of the kingdom's New Southern Legion. They rarely left their station without orders, so why would they come to Bucce, which was hundreds of miles away?
"Over here!" Suddenly, someone shouted.
The Knights gathered and looked up at the two colossal statues in the fog with some reverence. The colossal statues holding spears towered into the top of the cliff, looking straight ahead. They had not changed since Brando saw them for the first time five years ago. It was as if time could not leave a mark on these boulders. They stared silently, as if their gazes had already penetrated the long river of history. At a certain point in the past, they saw the arrival of this moment.
Seventeen Knights formed a team and entered the canyon.
The fog in the canyon had dissipated a lot, and the lone Golden Apple Tree on the hill was still standing among the rocks. When they saw the tree, the Knights were excited. This was the first time in five years that the Legacy of the Saint of the Stag Hills had reappeared, and it was exactly as described by His Majesty the Flame King.
They followed the direction indicated on the map, comparing it with the lone tree on the hill, and soon saw two huge rocks intersecting one another. Seeing this, the Knights showed a look of understanding, and one by one, they ducked under the boulder. They came to the other side of the boulder. At the height of a person, there was a thumb-sized hole. Five years had not left any mark on the hole, and even the scratches were still as fresh as new, as if everything had stopped at the moment when Aloz shot the arrow with her own hands.
However, as time passed, the four people who had passed by had already changed. An ignorant young man who wanted to change the kingdom, a country girl from the countryside of Bucce, an unruly and capricious Golden Dragon Princess who was unwilling to take responsibility, and a silent Silver Dragon Girl who seemed to be aloof from worldly affairs. The Fairy Fruit on the branch, the legendary Pure Golden Apple, seemed to have passed through the hands of several people and truly changed everyone's fate.
It was just that the secrets of history were now hidden under the vast fog.
The Knights did not even look at the arrow mark and walked forward. Not long after, someone in front let out a cheer. The Knight in front stopped and moved the scattered gravel away, revealing a square iron box below. They opened the box and saw the stone slab sleeping in it.
The leading Knight only took a glance at the stone slab and immediately closed the box again. He turned around and said to everyone, "We have found the thing, immediately inform His Majesty the Flame King."
The message from the Stag Hills passed through the mountains and forests, passing through one node after another, along the mountains of Chablis, over the Grahal Mountains, turned into a magic symbol, and finally floated into Castle Abies in the southern part of the Macsen Plains. From a window, it drilled into a dark red prismatic crystal placed on a metal platform.
The crystal became brighter, and a moment later, a slender hand picked it up.
Maynild quietly looked at the mysterious symbol in the crystal pillar, and a voice came from behind her, "Maynild, where is the message from?" The female Knight put down the crystal and turned around to look at the face that was almost identical to her, and felt a slight warmth in her heart.
"The Relic of the Saint has reappeared in the Stag Hills," she replied with an old-fashioned voice, "The Highland Knights have found that thing, and this is a message to inform Mr. Brando … Sister."
"It's His Majesty the Flame King."
Maynild pouted.
She was filled with complicated feelings towards the man who gave her a real new life. He kept his promise and allowed her to finally obtain freedom, true freedom, and not another person's substitute. The nightmare in her deepest dreams finally passed at this moment. Sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would even cry in a daze.
But those were not tears of sadness, but tears of joy of disbelief.
But for some reason, the female Knight did not want to be the first to show her weak side, especially in front of her other side, Allium Japonicum. She put away her emotions and looked at her nominal 'sister'.
Allium Japonicum smiled, fully aware of the little girl's thoughts.
She shook her head. Beneath her fair cheeks was a blood-red pattern that extended all the way to her neck. Against the warm afternoon sun, it added a bit of a mysterious color. The power of the dragon blood pool had inevitably left behind traces of magic and life when it had molded her body. These tattoos covering her body not only strengthened her power, but also made her a more powerful magician than she had been in the past.
She was a flux magician with a genuine dragon bloodline, and not long ago, Aloz had formally invited her to join the dragon clan.
"Should we inform Ampere Seale?" Maynild asked.
"Let's inform Ampere Seale." Allium Japonicum nodded and put down the document in his hand. "The excavation there should be nearing its end."
A bottomless pit stretched across the southern gate of Ampere Seale.
Countless scaffolding surrounded the excavation site, and the silhouettes of the temples were clearly visible under the rock strata. Teams of workers were sending the excavated soil to the surface through the sloping walkways. After half a year, it had already piled up into a mountain. Lysmeka stood behind Haruz, looking at the place with a complicated expression. For her, the port had a special meaning because it was the place where she had been reborn.
She silently glanced at the young king, Erouine, with a gentle look in her eyes. Beside her, Kaya silently held her best friend's hand.
Suddenly, a cheer came from the bottom of the pit.
A holy sword emitting a dazzling green brilliance slowly rose from the bottom of the pit. Brando stood in the mud and looked up at the holy sword in the sky. When the holy sword rose to the top, the sword base on which it was placed suddenly split left and right, revealing a simple stone slab in the middle.
Scarlet silently held the stone slab with both hands and came to his side.
"Thank you, Scarlet."
The mountain girl smiled slightly.
Brando took the stone slab and gently stroked the strange words on the stone slab with his hand, but his heart was slightly absent-minded. This was the third slab. Since the secrets contained in the five stone tablets were figured out, people had unearthed three stone slabs in Yanbao, the Loop of Trade Winds, and Ampere Seale in the past two years. He was no stranger to these stone slabs.
A long, long time ago, people discovered that there was such a type of stone slab among the Relics of the Saint in Erouine. When people brought these stone slabs out of the Relics of the Saint, they would automatically disappear from the backpack of their owners. No matter what method people used, whether it was placed in a storage ring, a dimensional hole, or a floating celestial sphere, it would eventually leave and return to its original place.
For this reason, people called these stone slabs an idealized part of the Relics of the Saint, thinking that they were like the manifestation of a law. It was because of this stone slab that the Relics of the Saint appeared.
But this explanation did not explain why such stone slabs only appeared in Erouine.
But now, Brando finally solved this puzzle.
They were not an idealized part of the Relics of the Saint, but the cornerstone of the entire Wohnde, an idealized part of the world. Their position was not only fixed in the physical world, but also fixed in the law of the entire Tiamat. Therefore, no matter what method was used in this world, it was absolutely impossible to bring these stone slabs out. Because all the power of mortals came from the law of Tiamat, you could not use the law to fight against the law itself.
Except for the Seven Holy Swords.
The Seven Holy Swords were the key to the cornerstone of the world.
And when Brando put these stone slabs together, he finally understood what they were. The stone slabs could communicate with different space and time. The complicated lines of law shuttled and twisted in the space contained within, forming a network of law that was not inferior to the Wohnde itself. If the Seven Holy Swords were just the foundation of the crown, then the sphere formed by the seven stone slabs was a real bright crown.
And this crown represented a door.
Brando knew why it was a door, because in a long memory, he had seen something similar more than once.
Before the Mountain of Ceasing Storms opened.
Before the huge underground palace of the Earth Breath opened.
Before the Ring of the World opened.
Before the Throne of the Wolves opened.
That was the precision of time, the end of time, the world dungeon.
But the key to the law that opened those world events, compared to the thing in his hand, was simple and not worth mentioning. It was like a laughable inferior product. There was only one key, and it was as precious as the entire world. When he held it in his hand, he could feel how unique it was.
He suddenly understood where the Throne of Destiny was. It turned out that he had been there a long time ago. At that time, the horrible pressure from the dungeon's golden door like quicksand stopped him. But he was now sure that there should be a larger space behind the door. As Martha said, there was a huge secret buried under Erouine.
Otherwise, it could not explain why the cornerstone of the Seven Tiamat law would be buried in this small place.
Two years was a long time.
From the year of the White Holy Gryphon to the year of Spring Dawn, mortals did their best to create all possible miracles on the battlefield. The coalition forces of the Four Holy Temples defeated the Crystal Cluster army where Cruz had been defeated and recovered Rushta in one fell swoop. In the south, the armies of the Dwarves, Erouine, Naga, and Lionmen had also gone deep into the White Holy Plains. With the help of the Hazel fleet, they began to attack Cloak Bay.
The recovery of the Cruz Empire was imminent, and the Hazel Highlands seemed to be in sight. Although humans had fallen into a large area of land north of Alcash, between the two fortresses of Valhalla and Babel, one in the south and the other in the north, civilization and order had established a vast 'sanctuary.'
People called it the Holy Realm to symbolize the hope of the future.
It was conceivable that in the not too distant future, this land would be the last soil for humans to fight against the Twilight. It was like a brand new blessed land created by mortals, nurturing the future of the entire continent. In the battles of various sizes, many names disappeared. Duke Ludwig died in the Evergreen Corridor. Vahina's father, the Duke of Mehotofen, died at the end of the year of the White Holy Gryphon. Fanzin also lost their Grand Captain of the Supreme Judgement Knight Regiment. Behind these famous names in history, there were many more nameless heroes, but behind each hero, there were more stars that rose.
Madara's stars began to shine like in history, and the younger generation of the Cruz Empire stepped onto the stage of history one by one. In the battles, Princess Magadal replaced her grandfather as the hero and leader of the Silver Bay region, and Freya's name as the Goddess of War had long since spread across the White Holy Land. Correspondingly, the fame of the Tónigel and Valhalla, as well as the legends of the White Lion Legion.
However, what made Brando smile was that there were occasionally rumors about Princess Fosha on the battlefield. Many people wanted to know who this little princess from Erouine was, and his students were having a hard time because of this.
Compared to these heroes of the new generation, he, who had stayed in Erouine all this time, gradually lost his reputation after the White Holy Conference. People had even gradually forgotten the existence of the Flame King. Some people thought that Brando had created this sacred alliance, but he had only contributed to this step of the power of order.
Although many people who knew the truth were indignant about it, and Solomon had personally asked him about it, Brendel didn't care about it.
"If the era of mortals is coming, will Wohnde still need a savior?"
Solomon silently glanced at him in response to this answer.
He replied seriously, "But people will not forget heroes."
But Brando understood that forgetting was not an option for the future.
He picked up the slate and walked forward.
Scarlet held the Azure Lance in her hand and silently looked at the back of the Lord. She was not a person who liked to get to the bottom of things, but the Feudal Lord had become more and more silent. His smile seemed to have disappeared from his face at some point. He was always frowning as if he was thinking about something. He would often stare at the sky alone and stare blankly for half a day. Although he did not notice anything unusual, everyone around him clearly felt the change.
She still remembered what Miss Freya said to her before she left Erouine, but how could she interfere with the Lord's decision? No matter what Brando wanted to do, she would only choose to follow behind him silently.
Scarlet held her lance tightly and quickly chased after him.
As she drew near to her liege lord, Bran turned to look at her, more or less. Scarlet saw the look in the Lord's eyes and was stunned for a moment. There was a touch of regret in his light brown eyes. It was a look she had never seen before.
"My, my Lord?"
"Scarlet, is the Grey Wolves Mercenaries doing well?"
"Everyone is doing well. Erouine has been peaceful for the past two years. We have only been looking for the Saint's Legacy and the slate all over the world. We have not encountered any trouble."
"That's good," Brando replied, "I hope that everyone can have good hope, especially you, Scarlet."
Qian Xi stopped and stared at him.
Tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.
The girl said those words word by word:
"I will be happy with you by my side."
The spring breeze was blowing through this port city. Even after five years, it was still difficult to get rid of the shadow of war.
But in this land that had once been reduced to ruins, the seedlings called life were taking root and sprouting in the soil. Homes were destroyed and rebuilt. In many places on the continent, such scenes were playing out one after another. Many craftsmen, scholars, and black mages came out of various academies and began to devote themselves to the various battlefronts, supporting the civilization from all sides in this ultimate war.
Although the dark clouds of the final war were approaching in the north of Fanzin and the Sea of the Dying Moon, everyone's heart was full of hope. Perhaps many lives would be lost in this war, but as long as the spire of civilization stood tall, the remaining flames would eventually be passed down, until the moment when the prairie was set ablaze again.
Brando looked at the distant and blue bay as he took a letter from the Knight.
It was as if after so many years, this was the first time he could look at the beautiful scenery of Ampere Seale with an appreciative attitude. This was such a beautiful world. It was the greatest fortune of his life to be able to come here and leave his mark. He loved this place deeply. It was where all his ideals and beliefs were. He had given everything for it and would never regret it.
The afternoon sun was warm and bright. Brando squinted his eyes. Perhaps this was the most beautiful thing in his heart.
The wind blew the letter, making it rustle.
"The Shire is back, Scarlet," he said softly.
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