It was like a gentle breeze that blew through the valley, causing the forest to rustle.
Brando stepped through a bush and stopped at the top of the mountain, looking at the familiar valley. The low valley was where the Lord of the Thorny Chain died. The Disciples of the Black Flames chased after them up the mountain. He turned back to look at Scarlet. The red-haired girl was staring blankly at the valley in the distance. Perhaps because she noticed Brendel's gaze, she turned back. Their eyes met, and the girl's eyes were filled with gentleness.
After reopening the old scars, the Highlander girl's heart was at peace. She was no longer standing in the past, and the scar in her heart was gradually disappearing.
"I remember, this is where we met."
"Yes, my lord. So many years have passed in the blink of an eye." Medissa smiled as she looked at the two of them: "It's a pity that Mister Eke and Miss Yura fell together with that person in the chaos. If only they could be here today and see the beautiful scenery of the Chablis Mountains year after year. How good would that be? "
Brando sighed: "It's a pity that we were a step too late. I still don't know how to tell Huang Huo. She said that she wanted to come to Erouine to see her sister."
"There are always many things in this world that cannot be fulfilled, my lord," Medissa replied: "My sister and I have met, but to be able to forgive each other at the last moment is enough for me to feel satisfied, because it is always better than missing out forever, isn't it? I think Mister Eke is the same. At least he saw the future of Erouine, and he believes that you won't disappoint him. "
Brando nodded.
He felt a little emotional because Metisha was always so optimistic. Even the slightest touch could satisfy her small happiness. This Fairy Princess understood the meaning of beauty better than many human nobles. She silently held onto hope and brought happiness to others.
"My Lord, was it in that valley that day?" The Elven Princess, whose figure had become tall and slender in the past two to three years, had curled her beautiful silver hair. She pointed in a direction with her fair fingertips and asked.
Brando and Scarlet looked in that direction, and Brando nodded: "Yes."
Metisha giggled: "At that time, my Lord and I were enemies."
Brando also smiled: "We were really scared out of our wits back then. Ferlyn and her sister must have told you a lot about what happened back then. I know they like to talk about my embarrassing moments. But if it weren't for them, I wouldn't have been able to deal with you. The Princess of the Silver Elves is merciless when facing her enemies. "
Medissa covered her mouth and chuckled. Scarlet also felt a little amused and couldn't help but ask about the situation back then. She had met Brendel after Medissa, and it was on that night that she suffered a fatal betrayal. The Kabai's blood in her body seemed to be restless, and this was the place where it was awakening.
But the power of the Golden Apple surged and calmed the power of the Divine Blood.
"At that time, His Lordship accidentally killed me," Medissa explained the events of that night in a gentle tone. Even though she knew that the matter was resolved, the Highlander girl could not help but let out a low cry. "And then?" She asked.
"Even though he knew that I was an enemy, my Lord still resurrected me."
"My Lord has always been soft-hearted."
"That's only for girls." Metisha smiled slyly: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Delfien."
Brendel was about to take out his waterskin when he heard the words. "Why are you talking about her again?"
"Because after all, Miss Delphine is the woman closest to the Lord, but she was clearly the same as Miss Medissa previously, and had a hostile relationship with us. Are you saying that my Lord doesn't have any responsibility for what happened in the Nine Phoenix? I'm not blaming anyone, but I hope that my Lord can be more concerned about his own safety. "Scarlett lowered her head and said with a hint of jealousy.
Brando's face turned red: "That's not the same thing."
"Hahaha," Scarlett giggled: "After all, Miss Roman also said that my Lord can't walk away when he sees a beautiful girl."
Brando who was drinking from his waterskin almost choked. He coughed violently and turned his head to look at Scarlett in disbelief: "Did she really say that?"
"Of course. From Fortress Riedon to Braggs, from Braggs to Chablis, and from Chablis to Abies, Miss Freya is one, Miss Sue, Miss Amandina is another, Scarlett is another, Jutta is another, and Sifrid is another. It's inevitable that Miss Roman is unhappy, isn't it? After all, she's your real girlfriend. "
"What are you talking about? Miss Sue is only the daughter of the Retto, and what does Miss Jutta have to do with me … …" Brando could not help but retort: "Not to mention Sifrid, how old is she? What the hell are you thinking about? "
Metisha laughed happily: "So, my Lord doesn't deny that he has other thoughts about Miss Amandina, Miss Freya, Scarlett, and me?"
The Highlander girl gasped in surprise and quickly stole a glance at Brando.
Brando opened his mouth, but no words came out.
[I should have known that this little princess is actually black from the start.]
The valley was filled with the scenery of midsummer. Blooming lilies and gingko leaves adorned the holy land in the forest. The majestic temple surrounded by greenery had changed with the passage of time, and there was a sense of emptiness. Simple and unadorned wisteria climbed up the outer wall that had been in disrepair for a long time, and layers of leaves were smeared with a layer of emerald green.
Brendel looked at the empty Holy Cathedral with some disappointment. Although he could not help but have some expectations in his heart, he also understood that the kind farewell was probably just a beautiful nostalgia.
"It's been a long time, my friend."
"Remember to come back here and tell me what happened outside. A few decades, or even a hundred years is fine, but don't 'go back on your words', my friend … …"
The ancient voice still echoed in the forest and did not fade away.
A few decades, a hundred years, how long was that? It was almost half of a mortal's life. When he grew old, would he still remember the beautiful promise he made in the mountains of Chablis? Brando lowered his eyelids and felt a little heartache. Perhaps the past would never come back.
A hundred years later, this place would only be a quiet ruin, and he would no longer exist in this world.
A friendship would silently disappear here.
If possible, Brando did not want to return to this place. He would rather leave this world with a trace of luck than face this silent reality. Therefore, he raised his head and looked at the bastard standing outside the Holy Sanctum with some dissatisfaction. It was his subordinate who had just returned from the Silver Bay area.
The Shire smiled as he looked at Brando and the other two who were walking over. He was obviously waiting for them, and he said with a frivolous tone, "It's been a long time, my lord. It seems like you have already taken care of our two beauties."
[Shut up, no one thinks you're a mute.] Brendel glared at him. "Shut up, no one thinks you're a mute."
Ciel could not help but laugh out loud. He laughed so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. Brendel finally understood that this bastard had been using magic to eavesdrop on his conversation with Medissa, and that question was done on purpose.
"Speak," Brendel gritted his teeth: "Why did you ask us to come here?"
"It's a small matter," The Shire stopped laughing and said seriously: "It's also to allow my lord to meet someone."
"Meet someone?" Brando felt his heart skip a beat.
He heard the rustling of footsteps as if they were walking on grass, and he turned around in disbelief.
A tall and handsome Elf stood there and looked at them with a smile. The Elf had a reserved demeanor unique to the Silver Tribe and spoke to Brando in a soft voice:
"It's been a long time, my friend."
It was a simple greeting, but it gave Brendel the illusion that everything had changed.
Yes, it's been a long time.
The last time he was here, he was still clueless about Erouine's future. He could only rely on his foresight in the dark to find a chance. The tiny hope he had built in Firburh, the spark he had ignited in the Loop of Trade Winds, the numerous battles he had gone through, and finally, Ampere Seale had turned the tide. After everything he had done, he had finally reached this day.
Everything had changed.
The first time they met, it seemed like it was only yesterday.
"It's been a long time," Brando said this after only five years, but when he said this, he had the illusion that he was relieved of a burden: "I didn't go back on my word, my friend."
The wind started to blow in the valley, and it was a little windy today.
… …
For the Fireclaw Lizardman Lord, Ropar, the scene in his memory had long disappeared. His former hometown had turned into pieces of broken land floating in the void. The flame in the center of the world was no longer burning fiercely, and it was constantly radiating golden light in all directions. The scorching river had become deathly still, and the lava was no longer flowing. The fiery temperature was slowly extinguished, and the lava had turned into scorched black and cold rocks.
The elements seemed to have lost their home, and wandered in the vast space at a loss.
The Fairy Prince Lute also looked at this scene, and he said softly:
"The fire is extinguished."
"Our world has fallen into darkness."
"But one day."
"It will ignite again."
Ropar nodded.
The two of them carefully moved a huge rock away from the center of the magma river that led to the underground world. That place was originally the core of the entire world of the River of Scorching Heat, the source of all rivers. A fire seed that emitted endless light and heat used to burn here like the sun.
But now, there was only darkness left in the vast space.
Soft footsteps stepped on the shattered stones as the two slowly moved forward in the hall, until they stopped in front of an altar. On the scorched altar, on the surface as smooth as a mirror, there was a black crystal inserted. In the very center of the crystal, there seemed to be a dark red spot of light.
"Fire seed." Ropar described this word in a somewhat sacred tone. In the Fireclaw Lizardman language, "fire" itself meant sacred.
"The manifestation of the law of Tiamat, the source of the mortal fire, that is the law power of a Planeswalker," the little fairy Lute sat on his broad shoulders, and answered seriously, "The supreme inheritance of the Fire Elemental World. Although it has been extinguished, we can definitely ignite it again."
The Fireclaw Lizardman Lord nodded.
He took a step forward and grabbed the crystal, and a golden flame shot out from the lizardman's prismatic pupils.
The card deck was called Scorching Fury.
The ground shook slightly.
Even Fiyas and Malourcha, who were far away in the shallow sea, noticed the abnormality in the Fire Elemental World. The woman and the deer looked up at the same time, gazing into the distance. Although there were no longer waves in the shallow sea, and the water of the world flowed from all directions into the void on the cracked land, the distant silver and floating clouds were like the sea. The beauty of the shallow sea was still not inferior to any place in this world.
The elements shook, and the four elemental worlds resonated with each other, as if it was the cry of a new life.
For the first time since the fall of the Black Moon, after losing the law of Tiamat, all things and elements in the elemental border regained their vitality for the first time.
"Do you see it, Malourcha!" Fiyas cried out in surprise. "It is reviving, the shallow sea is regaining its vitality!"
"It will be a long process. Perhaps we will all turn into ashes in the torrent of time, and it will not return to the way it was in the past," Malourcha replied calmly.
"But there is still hope, isn't there?"
Malourcha nodded.
"Let's go, Malourcha," Fiyas said in high spirits. "It's all thanks to His Lordship's Shallow Sea Holy Sword. After receiving the Shallow Sea Inheritance, we can help him even more."
But Malourcha did not move forward.
Fiyas sensed her companion's abnormality and looked at him strangely. "What is it?"
The Crystal Stag stared blankly into the distance. In the cracks on the seawall, a tiny flower was swaying in the wind. It was a scaly stem, a raceme, and two Flowers of Stars on one stalk, guarding each other in the breeze.
It was a scene it had seen many years ago.
A tear slid down from the corner of the stag's eye.
Riding on Malourcha's horn, Fiyas was stunned for a moment. She said in an incredulous tone, "What?
In disbelief, she said, "That, that is Miss Tata's Flower of Stars …"
…
It was as if the endless war had ended.
When the huge spatial anomaly slowly closed under the attack of the Bugas' spells, everyone threw down the weapons in their hands and stood for a long time in front of the broken walls of Rushta. The Cruz people had lost the land of their ancestors here, and today, they had returned here.
Valhalla's towering treetops shone on the battlefield. The Light Spirits were signaling to everyone. It was estimated that in ten hours, the fortress would begin to teleport again, and this time, its destination would be back to Erouine.
The people of Erouine were celebrating and cheering. Because after a long war, the warriors could finally return to their homeland. Although there might be more dangerous situations to deal with, everyone was anxious to return home. For nearly three years, they had not seen their parents, wives, and children for a long time.
The nostalgia for their loved ones and families had surpassed all strong feelings. Of course, they also had to bring back their compatriots who had died on the battlefield to their homeland, so that their souls could return to their homeland.
When Tónigel's fleet also gathered in the sky, the other two fleets, the Cruz and Hazel fleets, turned in unison and saluted the warriors from the Kingdom of Erouine with their flags. This was a respect and gratitude that did not need to be described with words. An ancient civilization was reborn in the hands of mortals.
In Valhalla.
Hipamira sat on the bench with joy and focused on the thing in front of her. A hexagonal medal, like some kind of shell. She was a little reluctant to put it down because this medal was specially made for her by the Holy Cathedral of Fire in recognition of her great contribution in this war after consulting her own opinion.
It was probably the only alien medal in this war.
Veronica looked at the girl a little strangely and asked Freya with her eyes, "She really likes this thing so much?"
"Well …" Freya of course knew the strange hobby of the priestess of the Majestic Mountain Goddess. It was said that the priestess of Himilud had a more or less different aesthetic than ordinary people. They liked those thick and solid things, such as mountain rocks. In response to Veronica's question, she could only nod helplessly.
"Anyway, as long as Miss Hipamira likes it," Veronica smiled. "She killed three Leviathan's sons in the final battle of Rushta and solved a big problem for us. People are now asking about the identity of this priestess. If it weren't for the agreement with Brando, we would definitely let her be the hero."
"To boost morale?" Freya asked.
Veronica nodded. "This war is too long, and now it's just a temporary end. We still have to divide our forces to continue the attack on the Hazel Plateau. On the other hand, the time is approaching. "
Hearing this, Freya's expression became a little heavy. "The war is imminent?"
"I don't think it's too far away. The allied forces of the demons and the nobles have already annexed Eleranta, and they will go south in the blink of an eye. And in the south, although the Twilight Army in the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon has not made any movements after the battle of Madara Finhotos, news came from the south not long ago that the Dark Sanctum in Madara has discovered that the power of the Goddess of the Dead Moon has begun to be active again. "
The female legion commander used a word to describe the current situation. "It's already the calm before the storm, Freya."
"Is this why we have to return to Erouine early?"
"Yes, go and bring the news to Brando. We just have to wait for the Druids to confirm the news and return from outside the Elemental Frontier to see the current state of the World Crystal Wall." Veronica sighed. "But I have a hunch that the final battle between us and the Twilight Dragon is just around the corner."
"But are we ready?" Freya blinked, sighed softly, and asked.
"Even if we aren't, it's not up to us to choose," Veronica replied. "For our world, for our survival, we must win."
"I understand." Freya suddenly bowed to the female legion commander. "No matter what, I will do my best, teacher."
Veronica nodded with relief. "I believe in you. You and Vahina are my favorite students. Although you are not from Cruz, at this juncture, your identity is not important. I will pass on my life's knowledge to you in the hope that you can pass on these things in this war. Even in the face of defeat, I hope that you can protect yourself. "
"Teacher …"
Veronica smiled slightly and said softly, "Consider this a kind reminder to my student, and also a little selfishness of mine. Freya, this is not a good thing for an excellent commander. Because a truly successful commander should be able to withstand failure first. "
The Valkyrie took a step back.
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