In the dream.
The palace of the Silver Elves was still the same as in his memory. The white spires, the white arches, the white corridors, and the white railings.
How long ago was that dream … …
"Sister."
"What's your name?" The voice in the dream was as sharp as ever.
"I'm, I'm sorry."
In the dream … …
He remembered his mother saying that when he gently pressed his hand to his chest, he could feel the beating of the 'heart' and the residual warmth of life in his palm. Only when he was close to it would he feel at ease.
But it was precisely because of this that the scenery of his childhood in Charlotte Village became clear. He really wanted to go back to that time … …
"I'm sorry, Sister."
"I'm sorry, Father."
"It's all my fault … …"
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Brando's words also made him realize something else. Rather than saying that the little girl had too much blood, it might be better to say that there was another possibility. That was the setting of the storyline mission. The strategy guide did not mention the details of how to activate the altar, although Brando believed that he could find the right way with his own experience — —
But now it seemed that the method was already in front of him?
But since it was a mission, then the little girl would probably wake up soon. After all, the game would not let the players wait for too long. Brando raised his head and looked at the starry night sky, wondering if this world was the same.
The mercenaries were whispering to each other. Amandina grabbed Roman's hand and looked nervously at the underage Silver Elf girl on the ground. No one dared to get too close. After all, the spirit of the unicorn was still guarding by her side. Who knew if it would suddenly attack and hurt people?
But as Brando expected, soon the little girl's eyelashes moved, and then she opened her eyes.
It was a pair of somewhat confused eyes.
The rainbow was silver and seemed a little hollow.
But the hollow eyes seemed to be injected with a lot of things in an instant, like memories, emotions and some more complicated factors. After a pause, the little girl's body moved. She turned her head and everyone's faces, including Brando's, were reflected in her vision.
She seemed to remember something. She frowned and showed a painful expression, then curled up and coughed violently. She released her hand, and her palm was covered in silver blood.
Then, she trembled as she groped around on the ground. She gritted her teeth and tried to grab the silver spear on the other side.
The mercenaries drew their weapons vigilantly, and some of them seemed to want to stop her. "Brendel, she can't fight anymore." Amandina turned around and whispered to Brendel. The Elven girl's previous performance seemed to have touched this noble lady. She had been down and out before, so she could empathize with the Elven girl. It was as if the Elven girl had struck the weakest spot in her heart.
She did not have the ability to fight anymore.
Brando nodded. This spirit had already entered the final stage of death. At this time, even if he stood there and let her kill him, she would not have the ability to do so. A spirit was able to stay in this world by relying on a persistent wish for something. This wish was the power of her soul. However, after the power of her soul dissipated, her last connection with this world would disappear as well.
From then on, the meaning of this little elf girl's words completely disappeared from this world without a trace.
Indeed, after groping for a while, the elf girl suddenly stopped. Because she saw that her hand on the ground was faintly discernible, as if it was going to disappear at any time.
Brando raised his hand and stopped the others.
In fact, he did not need to remind them. The mercenaries all stopped their actions. If the Specter Knight from before was so powerful that it struck fear in people's hearts, then this Elven girl's Specter was so weak that it made people want to protect her.
"Mister … Human, am I … going to disappear …?" The elf girl looked at her disappearing hand in a daze and suddenly asked. Her voice was like a nightingale in an empty forest. It was unbelievably pleasant.
Even the Wild Elf sister could not help but exclaim softly. The Wild Elves were also excellent musicians. However, in front of the Elven nobles, the Silver Elves, they were still inferior in every aspect.
Ever since the Elves of Wohnde passed down from the Golden Bloodline, there were only two purest Silver Elves. One was the Silver Elves, and the other was the Mist Elves. Because the Golden Bloodline had long disappeared, the Silver Elves and the Mist Elves became the Elven Royalty.
Brando nodded silently.
The quest came, but he suddenly found that he could not be happy. In the game, he would not be affected by this scene because he knew that it was just an NPC. But here, he found that he could not be cold-blooded.
"You … …" Amandina whispered: "That Knight from before … … Was it you?"
"… …" The elf girl did not answer and nodded silently. Her arms and legs were beginning to become transparent. But she looked up and forced a smile: "I … … killed a lot of people … … So, Lady Martha, must have abandoned me … …"
"That's not your fault." Brando replied. That incident in history was indeed the Holy Cathedral of Fire was not kind enough, or else Lady Martha would not be so furious. In fact, Erouine's fate had been declining ever since.
Besides, he had basically figured out the cause and effect. It must be that the monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire wanted to change the contract between the ancient Silver Elves, Martha, and the Elven Goddess Shaye. Brando had done things like changing the contract of the gods before. It was not complicated, but it was very risky. He was a player, so he naturally could bear it. He did not know where Erouine's people got the guts to do it, but in the end, it still allowed the evil spirits to take advantage of the situation.
That led to a tragedy.
Presumably, this little girl was not the only one controlled by the evil spirits at that time, but the high-ranking monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire were not to be trifled with. After a tragic battle that was not recorded in history, this temple disappeared from all official records from then on, and was ruined until now.
"What's your name?"
Brando found that even at this time, the Roman's question was still so constructive.
"My name is Metisha, and my surname is Crescent Moon." The elf girl answered.
"You're not of the royal family?" Brando and Amandina were stunned, and asked in unison. The royal family of the Silver Elves had the same surname as the Empire. The Haaran royal family was the purest of the Silver Elves, and if they were not of the purest blood, they would not be able to enter this tomb.
"Yes, I'm the daughter of an artisan."
"But this is the tomb of the Silver Elves … …" Amandina pressed on.
This question stunned the elf girl for a while, and half of her body gradually became transparent: "Because of some special reasons … …" She said.
"Special reasons? I heard that the Silver Elves would bury their greatest heroes with their ancient kings … … "Amandina recited the words from the book, but she looked at the little girl suspiciously. No matter how she looked at her, she did not look like the 'greatest' hero.
The elf girl stroked her unicorn, and her eyes became gentle: "It's not like that, I'm actually here on behalf of someone else."
[What?]
Brando almost spat out a second mouthful of water. In that era, he had heard of people taking exams on behalf of others, but he had never heard of people occupying tombs on behalf of others. [What is this?] [Waiting in line?]
But Amandina was much sharper than him, and she immediately asked: "Dying on behalf of others? Or buried with others? "
Brando was stunned. [Substitute?] He thought to himself. [What a ridiculous development.] [Who would have thought that the noble and elegant Silver Elves would do such a thing? They look no different from humans.]
But the elf girl immediately shook her head: "I'm here of my own accord."
"Of your own accord?" Brando was in disbelief.
A faint smile appeared on the elf girl's face, as if she thought of something proud: "I'm here on behalf of … … my sister … … no, for … … the princess."
When she said this, the lower half of her body was almost transparent to the point where it was almost invisible.
"Wait." Brando interrupted her. "Sister? Your highness, what's going on? "
"My mother is an Elven artisan of Charol Village. But my father is the emperor of the Haaran Empire. I think, I can be considered half a princess … … "
"So your sister is the princess of the Silver Elves Empire?"
The girl nodded.
"What's going on?"
"My sister was cursed by the Miirna people during the battle. The court mage said to my father that unless someone related to her by blood died in her place, she would be weak for the rest of her life until she died." The elf girl slowly narrated: "But my sister is the most outstanding general in the empire. No matter if it's the dwarves, the human allies, or our people, no one wants this to happen … …"
"So, my father chose me."
Amandina frowned: "… … He's your father, how could he do such a thing?"
But Brando held her back. She did not understand how powerful the Dark Dragon was in the Year of Chaos. Every race paid a huge price to fight against that existence. Metisha's father was the ruler of the Haaran Empire, so it was normal for him to make such a choice.
He looked at the elf girl and was silent for a while. Then he asked: "Why are you telling us this?"
"Because … … I want to ask you for a favor?"
As expected, Brando thought.
"What favor?"
"The Lizardmen in the forest took my sister's necklace from my tomb. I don't know what they want to do with it. But without that item, the curse won't be able to stay on me. I'm worried … … "
Amandina was depressed and could not help but interrupt her: "You're going to disappear, and you're still worried about others!"
The elven girl glanced at the noble's daughter and smiled.
"Because of this, I hope … … that my disappearance … … will be more meaningful … …"
Amandina was speechless.
"This is your own matter, we have the right to refuse, right?" Brando asked again. Even though his rationality told him to accept this request, he did not know why, but he was a little angry when he saw this girl who seemed to be aloof from worldly affairs.
The girl looked up, and her eyes flashed with a hint of slyness: "Human … … Sir, you're here to seek the help of the Ancient Kings, right?"
Her body was almost completely transparent.
"You know?"
"I can hear even the slightest breeze in the valley … …" She closed her eyes and answered: "But in order to obtain the recognition of the Ancient Kings, you must first obtain my recognition … …"
"So, I want to make a deal with you."
He was actually threatened, and by a little girl at that. Brando felt bitter. Could he turn against her? He looked back at Amandina and the Roman, and the two girls and the Nightsong Tiger nodded.
"Alright, but I have a request." Brando said: "I want to obtain the help of the Ancient Kings. Otherwise, using our strength to deal with the Lizardmen bandits in the forest is no different from throwing an egg at a rock."
The girl nodded.
"I've already agreed." She answered.
Brando was surprised: "You're not worried that I'll go back on my word?"
"Of course … … I'm worried." The elf girl was silent for a moment before she answered.
"Then why … …"
The girl suddenly coughed.
She looked up again, and her face was full of tears: "I … … Of course I'm worried. But … … I … … I don't want to disappear … … I still have … … things … … to do … … I'm sorry, can you … … help … … me … … "
The wind in the mountains blew past the top of the forest, and a sobbing sound could be heard from afar.
Everyone was stunned at that moment. Although she had clearly disappeared without a trace, the last words of the elven girl's sobbing seemed to linger in everyone's ears. Brando looked back at the others, and for a moment he could not say a word.
(P.S. Fourth Update: Carrying the Silver Elf Loli on my back for support!) (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please go to www.qidian.com, support the author, support the original reading!)
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