It was one against two, and the two silent corpses in the arena seemed to indicate who was the victor. As expected, Brando quickly used the same trick to kill Ebdon. Brando felt a little guilty for killing the White Knight twice. No matter how he looked at it, it was too tragic.
However, the White Knight did not feel that way. Its corpse turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared from the arena. This proved that the Undead Knight was a part of the arena before it was projected and never existed.
The White Knight in history had already died in the mountains outside Fortress Riedon, just like the countless nameless corpses in this war.
The old man in front of him was the same.
Brando looked at his grandfather and raised his sword. The old man nodded and did the same. It was Erouine's military swordsmanship. The grandfather and grandson were going to use this swordsmanship that they were both familiar with to decide the victor.
What followed was an intense battle.
Brando never thought that his grandfather would be this powerful. Of course, if he knew that Kodan did not think that this old man was at his peak, he would probably reevaluate his grandfather.
Now, he was reevaluating this old man. This old man was a veteran of the November War who held the Candlelight medal. However, if that was all, perhaps he was only slightly stronger than Captain Marden, but not by much.
But at this moment, the strength displayed by this old man had clearly far exceeded this realm.
[Who is he?]
Brendel did not know the answer. He took a step back and dodged the old man's sword. Then he turned around and stabbed his sword into the old man's chest with a simple stab.
The old man was stunned.
He did not expect to fail like this, but in the end, he raised his head and looked at Brendel. "Well done, young man." He said.
Then, he turned into black smoke and disappeared from the arena.
Brando knew that it was the projection in his heart talking to him. Perhaps the old man had said the same thing to Brando in the past. But the details of this life had long been buried under the dust of memory. Brando could only recall the memory of the past through the voice in the wind.
He maintained the posture of holding the sword with one hand and stabbing forward for a moment before he finally came to his senses. The young man shook his head and calmly returned to the center of the field.
The wall of air around him disappeared in an instant, and Kodan almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he did not forget about his own strength. He pushed himself up with one hand on the ground.
The old swordsman cursed in his heart, but he forgot to ask Brando about his grandfather and the Spirit Seal.
"Looks like it's not a coincidence that you can wake me up."
Brando was silent for a while. The woman's voice sounded in his heart again, "It seems that you can wake me up. It's not a coincidence, little guy."
"Your talent in swordsmanship can't be described as extraordinary."
The woman's voice made Brando's ears itch. It was as if he wanted her to say more. "Now, can you tell me who you are?" Brando asked.
"My name is Orthlyss." The woman left his body and reappeared in front of him in the form of a ghost.
This was the first time he saw the woman's appearance. Her wavy black hair was draped over her shoulders, but it was not messy. Instead, it had a neat and concise power.
Her eyes were the unique purple-blue of the Wind Elves, but they were much deeper than the average person's eyes.
His first impression of her was that she was a dignified and serious person, but this hint of devilishness made her look more mature than she actually was. She had a long purplish black eyeshadow, and he could not help but be slightly taken aback. His first impression of her was that she was a dignified and serious person, but this hint of devilishness made her look even more mature.
He felt his breath catch in his throat.
In the era of the War of the Holy Saints, there were indeed records of Mist Elves who liked to use facial tattoos to decorate themselves. But this was the first time Brando saw one that was so perfect.
"Wait, you are one of the 24 Knights …" Then he reacted and immediately interrupted her. He had already guessed that she was a Heroic Spirit from the era of the War of the Holy Saints. But the 24 Knights of Saint-Auol the Wind Empress were different.
The 24 Knights who followed Saint-Auol the Wind Empress were in fact the most outstanding heroes of the Elven race. Of course, at that time, they were not called Wind Elves, but the Mist Elves, a race that was as famous as the Silver Elves.
But these heroes had already fallen in the battle with the Dark Dragon. The last one to sacrifice was the Blade Knight, Orthlyss. She was also the founder of this profession. That was when the forces of justice were about to win and everyone saw the light at the end of the tunnel. In the battle of the Gray Swamp, the youngest of the 24 Knights, as well as the favorite disciple of Holy Archer Sonya, died in her own position in order to protect the Flame King's attack.
In human age, she was only 16 years old.
But Brando could not help but feel doubtful when he saw this woman who was holding a sword with one hand and had an outstanding temperament. Could it be that after becoming a Heroic Spirit, one's age would increase? Otherwise, how could she become so much more mature?
"Don't interrupt, little one," Orthlyss put her finger to her lips with a slight smile in her eyes, "Yes, I am that Orthlyss. But you can just call me Kaya, that's my nickname. "
"I thought …" Brando looked at the woman curiously, "I didn't think that you didn't disappear, but became Heroic Spirits instead." Heroic Spirits could not be created out of thin air, unless it was in a place like the Sanctum that had some of the attributes of the Heroic Spirit Palace. For example, the Crimson Palace of the Holy Cathedral of Fire that nurtured the Flame Beloved Knight. But it was rare for a ring to have the ability of a Sanctum.
This only meant that the Ring of the Wind Empress was worthy of being called a Divine Artifact.
He paused for a moment and suddenly thought of something, "What's a Sealed Spirit?"
Orthlyss nodded, "Sealed Spirit is the abbreviation for the Soul of the Holy Seal. The Holy Seal is the Holy Seal of the Wind Empress. There are also the Holy Seal of Fire and the Holy Seal of the Earth. In our era, powerful souls are extremely precious. These unyielding and pure souls are also the best soldiers to fight against the Dark Dragon."
"The Heroic Spirit Army?" Brando tried to ask.
Orthlyss nodded again, "It doesn't matter if it's the Wind Empress or the Flame King. The power of the Holy Seal is actually the power of inheritance. This power comes from the Dragon Race. It's the same for the Wise Ones themselves. "She looked at Brando," That was a cruel war. You'll understand if you experience it yourself. "
Brando naturally understood the cruelty of the War of the Holy Saints. He even thought of the Silver Elves' souls in the Chablis Mountains. They had also become Heroic Spirits and continued to fight against the Dark Dragon, even under Martha's orders.
However, he was curious. This Heroic Spirit Army was not mentioned in most of the history books. It was not even Orthlyss who told him about it, he had never even heard of it.
"Where did they go after that?" Brando suddenly thought of a possibility, "After the war, the Hundred Races established their own kingdoms. What happened to these Heroic Spirits? Did they return to the embrace of Mother Earth? "
The youth thought that the possibility of this was very small. Based on the Silver Elves' Heroic Spirits in Chablis, most of them might still be in this world.
Orthlyss shook her head as expected, "I don't know about that."
Brando looked at her. This answer was not out of his expectations. Orthlyss sacrificed herself on the battlefield before the war ended, so it was normal for her not to know what happened after that.
However, he did not care too much about this matter at the moment. It was already difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Erouine Empire, so he did not have the time to care about these vague historical issues.
Orthlyss did not seem to want to continue on this topic, so she continued, "The so-called Soul Seal is because the power of inheritance is indestructible. The Wind Empress divided the Divine Ring into 24 sub-rings, and placed each of our souls into the sub-rings. We signed a contract with Lady Martha, and the purpose of our existence is to nurture the next generation of heroes for the forces of justice. For example, you and other youths with talents like you."
"But the war is already over," Brando replied, "Besides, won't you regret being trapped in the ring forever?"
"We have no choice." Orthlyss replied, "If there are no sacrifices, the Dark Dragon will never be defeated. As for the latter, in different eras, who can tell when the fire of war will be extinguished?"
"We can only do our best to ensure the continuation of our civilization."
Brando was silent. Compared to the nobles of this era, the sages of the War of the Holy Saints could indeed be called sages. However, this seemed to be a common problem of intelligent races. Once life was easy, civilization would become lazy and hate work.
"Then, Lady Orthlyss, what can you do? Will you let me use your skills like before?"
"I'm afraid not." Orthlyss shook her head, "That's just a temporary measure. I can only teach you what I know. It's just a process of accumulation over time. It's impossible to reach the sky in a single step, little one."
Brendel looked at her, and her explanation was more acceptable to him.
In other words, the so-called power of the Soul of the Holy Seal was to develop the talent of a person with potential as much as possible. With these Heroic Spirits from the War of the Holy Saints as their teachers, the speed of growth of a person with talent was self-evident.
But in the end, one still had to rely on oneself. Brando thought that his grandfather and Kodan had their own Holy Seal, but now it seemed that the difference between their achievements was like heaven and earth.
Although Kodan was a mid-Gold-ranked Swordsman, he was only average if the power of the Holy Seal was taken into account.
He thought for a moment and asked his last question, "Last question, Lady Orthlyss, you said that this was the second time you saved me. What did that mean?"
Orthlyss looked at him and smiled.
"Have you forgotten about the fire in Bucce? Little one? "
Brando was stunned for a moment, but then he understood. He stared at her with wide eyes. He could not help but feel a burst of fear. If he did not find the Ring of the Wind Empress, he might have died in the red pine forest behind his ancestral home.
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