Brando did not expect Andesha to have a helper here. Even though the old man said that there were people on the other side of the fog who might not necessarily be on the Tree Herders' side, it did not mean that they were good people.
In any case, this was not good news.
"How much time do I have, Master William?" Brendel turned around and asked.
The old man's wise gaze pierced through the fog and looked at the other side of the valley. He casually opened a dimensional hole in the air and took out a silver staff.
"Andesha seems to have been frightened by Échis, but she is still the Lord of the Tree Herders. I believe that she will react quickly. You only have a few minutes."
Brando nodded. William's words meant that he did not have much time left, and he had to open the gate to Valhalla before Andesha reacted.
He turned around and saw the gate of Valhalla standing between the valley and the valley.
This man-made stone wall was so majestic that it was built by the great craftsman Derruha and his many ancestors. The ancient black stone wall that had existed for thirteen thousand years seemed to have passed through the dust of history and laws. It quietly sat there and reappeared in their vision.
Behind the pervasive fog — —
According to the epic, the gate was engraved with poems praising light and fire in many languages. At this moment, those strange words were engraved on the cold black wall, and the mysterious patterns looked like the sky that was hanging upside down.
Gazing at the sky gave people the illusion that it would collapse at any moment, and it brought with it a suffocating pressure.
The three of them slowly approached the giant gate and placed their hands on the carefully carved masterpiece. The cold stone responded with a power that shook their hearts, as if it was a breath of warmth left behind from thousands of years ago.
Swords, spears, and halberds crisscrossed, and the sounds of battle filled the five senses. It was as if blood was smeared all over the place, dripping down from the black stone and the dry earth. Finally, the Bell of Destiny on the Pendulum Island rang, and a green pillar of light shot into the sky.
The Dragon spread its wings and blocked out the light of the sun. The darkness brought about the next era.
Brando shook his head and suddenly woke up from the illusion. The heavy weight of history made it difficult for him to breathe. His forehead was glistening, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He turned around and looked into the old man's silver-grey eyes.
William smiled.
"Not everyone knows about this part of history. The Azure Knight shattered the sky and brought us a new world. The Twilight Dragon fell to the earth, and the long suffering ended, but people also lost their honor." The old man said with a smile.
If this was in the game, Brando might have been interested in adding: "The suffering did not end, and people did not lose their honor. There is always oppression in this world, and heroes do not exist in people's imaginations. "
This was a standard answer to inspire the story.
But Brando was not in the mood to discuss the legends of the past and the difficult times of the present with the leader of the Silver Alliance. He had long since passed the age of chuunibyou, and there was no need for him to be a hipster. Compared to that, the gleaming sword on his back made him feel more pressed for time.
Especially now that the sword was in the hands of the enemy, and Andesha was closing in on him.
"Sifrid, do you feel anything?" He glanced at William Pist for a moment before turning back to Sifrid.
"I feel a voice calling out to me, Brother Brando." Sifrid closed her eyes and spoke nervously. Her fair hands were placed on the black stone, and the contrast was a little strong.
"What is it saying?"
"The key to the door, the light of the stars, the heroic spirit of the ancient times, the guardian king."
"This is a sentence from the Druids' Thorn Poem. Perhaps it's a code. Did the Druids teach you this?"
"No, I only learned the [Nature's Way] … … Brother Brando."
"That's all you learned in three months?"
"I-I'm sorry … …"
"It's fine, it's not your fault. Even the 'Great Schism' did not change these damned fellows' ability to waste time," Brando resisted the urge to curse: "Perhaps their lifespans are too long, and they have learned the bad habits of the Elves."
"You know a lot about the Druids and the Elves?" William asked calmly. This young man always surprised him.
But Brando did not have time to answer him. He was trying to recall some information and strategies about Valhalla. Because it was too long ago, his memories were already blurry. He could only remember fragments, but he had to rely on these fragments to save his life.
"I don't know if this is it," Brando replied: "You are the key to the door, Sifrid. Tell it that you are the one who walks on the earth with the scepter of forests and mountains. You are the daughter of God who has given authority among the mortals. You are the chosen one who is favored by the ancient heroic spirits. "
Sifrid stared at him with wide eyes.
William also grabbed his silver goatee with one hand and narrowed his eyes as he watched this scene.
"Just repeat after me."
"Spirit of the Door."
"Spirit of the Gate," Sifrid took a deep breath and chanted out loud: "I am the one who walks the earth with the scepter of the forest and the mountains. I am the daughter of the gods, the chosen one blessed by the heroic spirits of the past."
The two of them echoed each other. The little girl's voice was young, but it was filled with infinite power.
"So?"
The door suddenly rumbled, and a loud voice came in response. The voice was like rolling thunder, piercing through the fog in everyone's heart.
Sifrid's eyes lit up. She looked at her brother Brando in disbelief.
"Brendel, it's … it's speaking … …" Faena cried out in shock.
William narrowed his eyes slightly. His silver eyes narrowed into a line.
"So?" Sifrid asked in confusion.
"So please open your door." Brando said.
"Please open your door!" Sifrid shouted.
Her voice echoed in the valley, but this time the door did not budge.
"What's wrong?" Faena asked.
"The conditions are wrong." Brando furrowed his brows. The words on the forums flashed through his mind like lightning, but the more nervous he was, the more blurry the words became.
After all, that was almost ten years ago.
The old man turned his head around, and his subtle movement did not escape Faena's eyes. She became anxious: "Hurry up —"
"Shut up!" Brendel said in annoyance.
"You —" Vahina glared at him, but she knew very well who was in charge here. Moreover, her life was in his hands, so she could only turn her head away and keep quiet.
"Brother Brando, the door is talking to me." Sifrid suddenly said.
"What?" Brando was surprised: "What is it talking about?"
"It's asking me where the Sovereign is."
[Where is the Sovereign?]
Brando's eyes lit up. He suddenly understood and placed his hand on the wall. [So that's how it is. The Sovereign is the only master of Valhalla, the ruler of the forest and the mountains.
As the daughter of the forest, Sifrid is the keeper of the scepter of the forest and the mountains.
But one day, the keeper will have to return the scepter to its master. The Sovereign who wields the scepter rules over the vast lands beneath Valhalla and the Valhalla Mountain, just like the legend described.]
Brando placed his hand on the wall and spoke in his mind:
[O Heroic Spirits and Sovereigns of the past, I am willing to take over your swords and protect this land. Let the darkness no longer cover the land, and let Order break through the fog of Chaos.]
[If this is a responsibility, please let me take over this heavy responsibility. If this is a crown of glory, please crown me personally.]
[Because this light will break through the layers of clouds and sprinkle upon the land.]
"It's just like what our ancestors saw in the dark wilderness."
[Even after a thousand years, the sacred oath will still hold.]
He did not know why, but when he spoke these lines from the game, they felt as heavy as a mountain, as if a thousand pounds were carved into his heart.
The door remained silent for a moment.
Then an old voice spoke:
[I hope so, my successor.]
Brando and Sifrid felt an invisible force pushing them away from the door. They took a step back and looked up at the huge door.
A faint noise came from within the huge door.
It sounded like rolling thunder from the clouds. At first, it was so faint that it could not be heard, but it gradually grew louder and louder, turning into a boundless wave that rumbled together.
The ground trembled.
The broken pieces of stone trembled on the black ground, as if a clown was dancing on the obsidian ground, crazily waving its hands and feet, making cracking sounds.
Vahina was so frightened that she bumped into a rock, but she did not notice it. Even the Wizard Leader William could not help but squint his eyes to witness this magnificent scene.
The huge stone door slowly opened a crack.
It was pitch black behind the crack, and a gust of wind blew out from within, causing everyone's hair to flutter. But the wind did not have the smell of dust and mold, only a heavy aura.
It was the kind of heavy aura that came from between the stone walls and the dust.
His surroundings quieted down. It was as if there was a terrifying monster hiding behind the door. Brendel sucked in a deep breath.
"W-we're not going in, are we … … Brando … …" Vahina stammered as she stared at the dark space behind the crack.
She stared at the door. When the door opened, it let out a long sound, as if it came from the dark abyss. It completely destroyed her psychological defense, causing the girl's face to turn white.
"You don't have to go in. There might be a monster even more terrifying than Andesha inside." Brando said as he put away Azure Skies and unsheathed Halran Gaia from his back.
"Y-y-you're scaring me … … I won't be scared … …" Vahina was on the verge of tears.
Brando glanced at her and patted Sifrid's shoulder, then brought her into the room.
"Grandmaster William … …" Vahina looked at Brando as he walked into the room and turned back pitifully.
"Little girl, your lord is right. No one knows what kind of dangers lie in the ancient ruins. You might think that the danger you faced before was a kind of mercy."
"H-he's not my lord —"
"Oh, that's right. If that's the case, then you don't have to worry about his safety." The old wizard smiled and raised his staff, preparing to enter the room.
The noble lady's face turned red and white, but she could only grit her teeth and follow after Brendel and the old mage, one after the other, walked into the room.
She did not know if Brando was trying to scare her, but the hidden threat was nothing compared to the real danger. It was common knowledge that humans were smart creatures.
"Besides, the old man is right. Even though he's not related to me, he did save my life. I-I can't just leave him like that. At least, my pride as a Cruz will not allow me to do so."
"Y-you're right!" Vahina only needed a second to convince herself. (To be continued.) If you like this novel, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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