There was a miracle in this world that could not be described with words.
Every time he looked up and saw the spear bathed in interweaving lightning, he would have such a thought in his mind.
The spear floated in the middle of the hall.
Rolling dark clouds surrounded it, and streaks of platinum lightning shot out from the clouds, hitting the spear, and then bouncing off in an arc, dissipating into the darkness.
In the dark clouds, there was no sound of thunder. Instead, in the silence, everyone saw the scene of heaven and earth collapsing, and the stars falling to the ground.
The green light flowed on the floor of the hall, outlining the shadows of every protruding stone. The light changed like flowing water, as if there was a quiet river flowing under the ground.
Facing such a scene, even William could not help but change his expression. Makarov and Oberwei were even more dumbfounded when they entered the hall.
With a clatter, the small staff in Tania's hand fell to the ground, and the former did not even notice.
The Roman looked up, her eyes wide open, and did not care about her image. Freya beside her was also shocked, and the Knight of the Lake was behind her, staring at the spear without saying a word. Maynild, on the other hand, was mesmerized.
"This is the Azure Spear …"
Brando heard the female Knight muttering behind him, and could not help but look back at her strangely. Because this reaction was almost the same as his that day, but he did not think too much about it, and just waited for William to finish admiring it.
After all, other than these Buga craftsmen mages with extensive knowledge, no one on this continent would dare to say that they were qualified to confirm that this was the real Azure Spear.
The wait was not long.
Just a few minutes later, Brando heard William let out a heavy sigh. The old mage seemed to sigh, and then said, "This is the real Azure Spear."
There was dead silence.
Makarov's reaction was a bit like a mechanical puppet that the Hazel people had sealed underground for many years. He turned his head stiffly, and stuttered, "Master … You said this is …"
"Shut up, I didn't ask you to interrupt." William interrupted him. Although Makarov was known as the cunning fox of the kingdom, he did not dare to act rashly in front of this big shot. He was slightly stunned, and could only force himself to shut up, but his expression was as ugly as it could be.
Then the old mage nodded in satisfaction, and he looked back at Brando, "The reappearance of the Azure Spear may not be a good thing. What do you plan to do with it? "
In fact, Brando had already discussed with Tania, but he could also understand the meaning of the old mage's question. According to the Buga's usual practice, they would completely seal this place after a certain amount of research, to avoid any trouble as much as possible.
It's, and the Buga's, and the Buga's the people of the world were the most in this world. They Buga Buga Buga's the Buga's, and the Buga Buga Buga Buga Buga.
It wasn't just Buga, a Silver Person. In fact, most of the Silver People seemed to have this tendency. The Silver Elves also avoided the world according to a prophecy, and even the Gold Folk dragons sealed themselves directly in the Dragon Realm. Only a few young dragons would walk in the outside world.
As a player, they couldn't understand the reason behind this. Some players thought that this was a setting in the game for balance. After all, for the Iron Folk humans and Wind Elves, the power of the Silver Folk was really unrivaled.
For example, the strongest enemy Brando had ever faced was Andesha, one of the Twelve Patriarchs of the Tree Herders in the Loop of Trade Winds. She had already reached the peak of her Elemental Power and was close to the realm of a perfect body. But even at this level, she could only be called a little girl in front of the Silver William.
— — Regardless of age or strength itself.
And William was just one of the twelve leaders of the Wizard Wizards of Derora. The Silver Alliance, the Great Library, the White Tower, the Rainbow Scorch, the Warlock Union, the Craftsmen's Council, and the disbanded Circle Twelve Magic Society.
It was because of this terrifying power that the Buga Buga dared to claim to rule the sky and be on an equal footing with the dragons.
With this kind of power, even if the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the Holy Cathedral of Wind Empress, and the Holy Cathedral of Light joined forces, or even the Holy Cathedral of Nature, All for One, and the Tree Herders, they might not be able to compete.
If the Bugas no longer practiced isolationism, the Silver Folk and the Silver Elves would no longer ignore the world. Then the continent of Wohnde would not have so many kingdoms as it did today, but two major forces opposing each other.
So the players thought that the way the Bugas and the Silver Elves thought might have something to do with the game's balance.
But Brando didn't think so.
He felt that the general silence of the Silver Folk and the Gold Folk might be due to deeper reasons. These reasons were actually only recorded in fragments in history. Brando would rather believe that something had happened in history to make the Silver Folk so cautious.
Of course, he didn't have any evidence yet. It was just a guess, and he believed so based on his intuition. The reason was ridiculous, because he believed that the design team of Torrential Rain would not change the game's history just for the sake of compromising the game's gameplay.
So when Brando heard William's words, he didn't answer immediately, but thought quietly for a moment. As the great mage said, the reappearance of the Azure Lance was not necessarily a good thing, and could be a huge problem.
If he was still a player, then he would definitely get his hands on this thing at all costs. For the sake of an artifact, any player would go crazy, not to mention a legendary existence like the Azure Lance.
But now he was no longer just a player.
Everything that happened in this world would also affect him and the people around him.
But after a short silence, Brando still replied, "Let's do as we agreed before."
The old mage stared at him, as if to confirm his thoughts. Brando probably guessed what the King of Wizards was thinking, so he added, "Master William, if this is the course of history, I think it's hard for us to change anything."
"Sigh," William sighed, "You don't understand. Forget it, let's leave it at that. You're right, just like the Nine Phoenix's proverb: If there's trouble, there's no avoiding it. "
Brando was familiar with this proverb, but the background design of the Nine Phoenix originally referred to some of the cultures he was very familiar with. He nodded and replied, "Everyone I've invited here today is closely related to the battle of Ampere Seale that day. Starting from Her Royal Highness, let everyone try one by one. Maybe someone here will become the owner of the Azure Lance, so let us witness the birth of this history. "
"Brando," Hearing his words, Princess Gryphine turned her head, "I'll let you go first."
"Me?" Brando was stunned.
"Yes, you are my Knight. In my mind, only you are the most similar to the Knight of the Azure Lance. I hope that the Azure Lance can choose you-" Her Royal Highness replied, "So I want you to try first."
Brando was slightly stunned. He did not expect Her Royal Highness to have such high expectations of him. He thought for a moment, nodded to everyone, then raised his head and walked towards the Azure Lance.
But before he could take two steps, a majestic aura had already pressed down on him.
Before Brando had time to see what happened, a figure had already appeared in front of him. Only a few people present saw it clearly at that moment. The figure was clearly born from the intertwining lightning in the sky, and then appeared in front of Brando in an instant with an arc of electricity.
At that moment, Brando could express his feelings with only one word, fast.
The quality of a swordsman had long been ingrained in his bones. With his current strength and level of swordsmanship, almost no one could get close to him without him reacting at all. Even if it was an existence like Williams, Brando could at least react before the surprise attack.
However, this attack was clearly not within his expectations.
Even including his experience in the game in his previous life, even with the eyes of a veteran warrior who was level 130, he had never seen such a fast attack.
But he still saw it clearly. The opponent's starting posture was the classic posture of the Spear Knight in the game.
But the Spear Knight would never have such terrifying dexterity.
Before he could blink, the lightning spear had already pierced through his chest.
Before Brando could confirm that he was injured, his whole body was already flying. At that moment, he finally saw the face of the human figure formed by lightning.
But the moment he saw the face, Brando almost screamed out loud.
The figure of energy under the outline of the lightning was clearly a woman. Of course, that alone was not enough to make him feel so surprised. Because the face he saw was almost exactly the same as the Roman face. Of course, the merchant miss would never raise her pair of beautiful little eyebrows high and put on such a murderous look.
With this series of doubts, he fell heavily to the ground.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord!" The Shire and Metisha were the first to react, and a protective spell immediately fell on Brando out of thin air. And the Silver Elf Princess instantly held a spear in her hand, and single-handedly stood between Brando and the lightning girl.
But the lightning girl stopped. She looked at Metisha and threw the spear in her hand. The lightning spear instantly turned into countless arcs of lightning and dissipated into the darkness.
She coldly looked at everyone in the hall. Metisha finally saw the other party's face: "Ah, Miss Roman!" She screamed.
"Ah!"
As if it was a chain reaction, the Roman also stared at the lightning girl with a stunned expression.
The lightning girl was slightly startled and turned her head. As if noticing her movements, Metisha raised the spear in her hand, but at this time, Brando finally caught his breath: "Don't fight with her, Metisha!"
Brando released his hand from his chest. The Count's coat was scorched black, but there was no trace of blood. He took a breath and replied: "She doesn't have any killing intent. She seems to be a heroic spirit that protects the spear."
"Heroic spirit?"
Metisha turned her head: "My Lord, who, whose heroic spirit could she be? How could she look … exactly like Miss Roman? "
But before Brando could answer, a deep, magnetic female voice had already echoed throughout the hall.
"My name is Ovina. Who are you, humans? Elves? And Silver Folk? What is your purpose here? "
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