The silver door disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. Brendel held the box in his hand and was at a loss for what to do.
"Pfft." Vahina giggled as she looked at the young man.
"Is it that funny?" Brando asked in annoyance as he opened the box.
"Tsk. What can you do if I want to laugh?"
"Yeah, I don't even know whose claw this is." Brando shook his head and sighed as he looked at his left hand.
The princess of Flower and Leaf Collar flung her hand away at lightning speed. Her pink neck was dyed with a layer of red. "You, you, how could you say that —"
"Eh? Did I promise you anything?"
Vahina clenched her fists as she glared at Brando. Her eyes were spitting fire as if she wanted to eat him alive. Vahina stomped her foot and scolded: "Just you wait, I'll complain to Lady Veronica."
"Complain? Say what? "
Vahina was stunned. She blushed and stuttered: "I'll say … I'll say that you took advantage of me."
This woman …
Brando stared at Vahina with his mouth agape. He never thought that she would do something like that. It felt like he was punched in the face, and it took him a while to recover.
"You're really going to say that?"
"Of course not. I'm lying!" Vahina snorted softly: "It's not like I'll get anything out of it. Besides, it's embarrassing to be taken advantage of by a country bumpkin."
Brando was speechless.
But if this brainless woman with no breasts really went to the Duke of Flower Leaf and said something she shouldn't say, he was afraid that the Duke would send the Kirrlutz Empire's Pegasus Knights to arrest him and bring him to justice.
But he almost forgot about the box in his hand due to the argument between the two.
Speaking of the box in his hand, Brando quickly realized that the box in his hand seemed to be a magic item. He pulled out a long cloak from the box like a curtain, and the corners of the cloak kept coming out of the box. In the end, the cloak was several times bigger than the box in his hand.
But no matter how magical this cloak was, if there was no activation spell, it was really no different from a curtain. It was even worse than a curtain, because at least the curtain had beautiful patterns on it that could block the sun.
Brando shook the cloak. He could only treat it as a large piece of cloth. It would be a pity to throw it away, but he also felt that it was too heavy. He realized that William had given him a difficult problem.
After some consideration, he wrapped the cloak around his hand and continued to walk forward. This underground passage shouldn't be too long. He remembered that the player had mentioned in his post that the player had walked in the dark for more than ten minutes. Just as he was about to give up and return to the city, he suddenly entered the center of the Loop of Trade Winds.
In that case, it should be the same here.
He raised his head and looked up. The vase-like 'bridge' seemed to converge at a certain point above. The higher he went, the more obvious he could feel this.
Brando silently calculated the time. He was holding Sifrid's hand, and Faena was right behind him. Their footsteps were exceptionally clear in the darkness and silence. The rustling of the footsteps did not sound like footsteps on the ground, but rather like some kind of sneaky shadow following behind them. It was a chilling sight to behold.
Faena turned her head several times to look behind her, but it was pitch black. She wanted to follow Brando closely, but when she thought of Brando's repulsive appearance, she could not help but fall back a few steps to avoid being ridiculed.
After about half an hour, Brando felt the air around him begin to move. This made him feel that the player's strategy was a little too deceitful. But when he thought about it again, it was not easy to keep track of time in the dark. It was inevitable that there would be mistakes, so he felt at ease.
After a few more minutes, another stone door appeared in front of him.
This door opened upwards at a slanted angle from the ground. The mysterious and historical patterns on the door were immersed in the darkness, like a piece of history buried deep under the dust.
But this door was much smaller than the one below. It was only a tenth the size of the one below.
Brendel thought that he would need to open the door again, but when they got close to it, the door creaked on its own, and the dust that was constantly falling off the door sank in.
Instead of saying that the door sank in, it was more like the door was opening bit by bit.
Brendel could not help but be slightly surprised. He did not expect the door to have its own senses, and thought that it was quite advanced. But when the door opened, the scenery behind it left him speechless.
Even Faena and Sifrid behind him could not help but widen their eyes in shock.
At first, a ray of light poured out from behind the door.
This was the first time they had come into contact with sunlight after entering the Evernight World. The gentle white light poured in like water from the door, seeping in through every opening and turning into spots of light that fell on their faces.
Then, the gap between the door grew bigger and bigger, and more and more light appeared. The beams of light were like sharp swords that cut through the darkness. The sharp swords pierced through the darkness and caused it to fall apart. The white light engulfed the three of them like a tide.
Brando, Faena, and Sifrid could not help but squint their eyes.
However, when their eyes adjusted to the bright environment again, the scenery behind them suddenly captured everyone's hearts.
The Loop of Trade Winds was located at the center of the Kalanga Mountains, the center of the storm. Brendel had imagined the peaceful area in the eye of the storm more than once.
But just as he imagined, this place was a basin surrounded by mountains. The undulating peaks were the same as the ones he saw at the Wolf's Pass and the Wall of Roses.
The only difference was that the scenery here was much more beautiful.
Looking from afar, the distant view was the circulation of the atmosphere surrounding the mountains. The surrounding storm formed a wall hundreds of meters high above the mountains. For hundreds of years, no one had passed through the invisible wall of atmosphere to enter this place.
Brando could only confirm that they had entered the heart of the Loop of Trade Winds when he saw the raging winds in the sky.
He raised his head and saw a thick layer of clouds in the middle of the sky. Golden light shone from the edges of the clouds, and the sun shone down on the vast land.
It was as if the darkness and storm outside the Loop of Trade Winds, as well as the berserk Mana Tide, didn't exist.
It was peaceful here.
Flocks of birds could be seen in the distance, as if it was a scene from a mythological tale.
But Brando's attention was immediately attracted by another thing. It was a giant tree in the middle of the basin. In fact, he was not even sure if it was a tree. He had to look up to see the full picture of the giant tree. The crown of the tree almost covered half the sky.
The huge trunk pierced through the clouds, and the huge roots under the trunk occupied almost the entire basin. Its roots were deeply rooted in the ground, and it was covered with layers of moss. From afar, it looked like a green mountain range.
Brendel sucked in a cold breath.
This was the World Tree.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the Druids also owned a golden oak tree that was as large as heaven and earth. At that time, the Ring of the Sky was still called the Ring of the World. They lived around this tree for generations.
But after the collapse of Babel Tower, the World Tree was also destroyed in the war. The Druids split up, and today's Loop of the Sky and Tree Herders were formed.
However, there was no record of another World Tree in this world.
Brendel's jaw dropped as he stared at the giant tree. It was not as glorious as described in the legends, but more like nature. Green moss and forests covered the roots and trunk of the giant tree with a layer of verdant green. It was a vibrant green.
Clouds curled around the trunk of the giant tree, and there were flashes of lightning flashing through them.
"This can't be the World Tree in Norse mythology, right … …" Brando muttered to himself.
"Is this the World Tree in the legends, Brother Brando?" Sifrid asked with a light sigh.
Brando nodded. He suddenly thought of the cylindrical 'bridges' that they crossed. Perhaps they were not bridges at all, but the roots of the World Tree that were inserted into the ground.
The thinnest roots were at least a hundred meters in diameter.
[Oh, Martha —]
Brendel took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the emerald green forest. Large flocks of birds flew above the canopy, but the entire forest was silent, and there was not a single trace of human activity.
[This is Valhalla?]
Brando suddenly understood what was going on. In the game, Valhalla was destroyed in a fire. Although it was a little ridiculous to say that the World Tree would be destroyed in a fire, it made sense that such a forest would fall into a sea of fire.
"B- Brando?"
The stuttering voice belonged to Vahina. The noble lady was so shocked that she almost bit her tongue. She even secretly pulled at her cheeks to confirm that she was not dreaming.
"What is it now?" Brando turned around.
"Look at that tree —" Vahina raised her hand and pointed at it.
Brando looked up and was slightly startled. He was so shocked that he did not notice that the World Tree's canopy above the clouds had no leaves.
"A withered World Tree?" He could not help but exclaim.
"No, not that!" Vahina replied, "There's something below!"
[What else is there?] Brando looked down, but he could not move his gaze away. It was as if his eyes were rooted to the center of the World Tree.
There was a circle of man-made buildings around the trunk of the World Tree!
Or rather, it was an extremely huge palace. It was surrounded by clouds and lightning, as if it was the residence of the ancient gods. Even from such a distance, one could feel the majesty and magnificence of this building.
"Valhalla …" Brando blurted out.
"W-what is that?" Vahina did not understand.
But just as she was about to ask her question, Brendel suddenly heard another exclamation from the forest not far away: "Chaos above, the World Tree!"
It was Andesha's hoarse voice.
Both of their expressions changed.
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