Since the battle of Babel Fortress, the legend of the Guardians had spread. Legend had it that the Guardians had always been in a secret place that no one knew of, guarding the knowledge of the Gods from the ancient times. They were a special group of Golden People, created by the Dragon of Fury, Alphonse. But when the dispute restarted, they would return to the earth.
"But in fact, there is no such thing." Arreck smiled coldly, "That is just a legend made up by the mortals to comfort themselves. The real Guardians have never existed. The knowledge of the mortals is lost, scattered on the earth. Their sad fragments of knowledge about magic and order —"
After saying this, he raised his head. Above the towering ice stairs, there was a huge stone door. There were no decorations on the stone door, and it looked like an ancient fortress.
Arreck stood at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, then slowly went up with his entourage.
The icy wind whistled, and the entrance of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator stood in front of them.
"It seems that the dragon has been confused by us." Devard could not help but say a witty remark. Arreck glanced at him, and he felt a chill in his heart, "In order to fight against the Twilight, the Gods created the 'dragons' to manage the world on their behalf. The Platinum Dragon Bahamut, the War Dragon Tiamat, the Raging Dragon Alphonse, the Knowledge Dragon Crystal, the Elemental Dragon Blazing, the Calamity Dragon Azure. The 'dragons' also created the first generation of warriors."
"The people of blood and fire, the golden generation. Legend has it that the golden generation each had their own duties. The dragons mastered the law, the Miirnas mastered power, the witches mastered magic, and the creations of the Knowledge Dragon and the Raging Dragon never appeared on the earth. "
"This is the origin of this legend —"
"But in fact, this is just an agreement left by the Raging Dragon Alphonse, Odin, and the Azure Knight."
"Odin?" Devard was slightly startled, "Sir, you mean the Darkness Dragon, what did they agree on?"
Arreck nodded. "That's our biggest enemy. The funny thing is that those mortals gave him a nondescript name. Odin was never a dragon, and he doesn't need to exist as a dragon."
"No one knows what they agreed on, but one thing is for sure, it has something to do with the Silver Generation that appeared later. Odin has always been waiting for an opportunity, especially since the Ring of the World split. There are voices within the gods who doubt that the creation of the Golden Folk was a mistake —"
"After that, the subsequent legend was released by the Buga people, but its authenticity is doubtful. This statement is likely just an excuse made up by the Buga wizards to maintain the legitimacy of the sacred covenant."
After Arreck said this, he suddenly fell silent. "What really remains in this glacier isn't the Guardian race at all. It's very likely that it's just a remnant will of Milos."
"The will of a god?"
Arreck raised his head and saw the heavy stone door slowly opening in front of him, but the gray color in his eyes remained unchanged. He smiled with some disdain. "Don't worry, it's just a trick. There's nothing to fear from a god who has lost his throne in the sky. The will of Milos is here, which means that the legend is true, and we will soon have the honor of witnessing it all — "
He turned his head, his face full of twisted fanaticism. "… The Twilight Dragon may never have been defeated."
… …
Brando suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from the darkness. The sound came from far to near, like something crawling on the ground. He became alert, grabbed the hilt of the Halran Gaia beside him, and narrowed his eyes to look in that direction in the darkness.
After only a short while, he saw the outline of a person over there.
"Hmm?" Brando was slightly startled because he saw the huntress. "What is she doing at this time?" A thought flashed through his mind, wondering if this girl was a spy left behind by Arreck, but then he shook his head. There seemed to be no point for Arreck to leave this spy behind.
Just as he was in a daze, Peya had come to his side. The huntress didn't seem to realize that Brando had woken up. She quietly came to the Count's side and exhaled softly as if she was nervous, and then dared to look at Brando cautiously.
But it was this glance that made her freeze there. She saw Brando's bright eyes in the darkness, looking at her in confusion.
"Ah … …" Peya almost shivered in fright and froze in place for a moment.
"Peya? What are you doing? " Brando asked calmly. He had reason to be calm because the huntress posed no threat to him.
"I … …" The huntress had a complicated look in her eyes. She bit her lower lip, and it was difficult to see her face in the darkness, but there was a wild and determined look in her dark eyes. She suddenly lowered her head and looked at Brando with her dark eyes, and then moved closer to Brando with some fear. Her whole body snuggled down and she gently rested her head on his neck.
Brando was stunned for a moment. He felt Peya's body trembling slightly in his arms and his heart pounding. But he didn't understand what she meant by this action. "What are you doing, Peya … …" Brando was completely shocked by the huntress's actions and completely lost his previous calmness. He hurriedly pressed her shoulders and pushed her away a little, staring carefully into her eyes.
He thought that the huntress was possessed. After all, there were often some ghosts in the dark underground that could control people's hearts. But the huntress's eyes were very clear, and there was just a hint of embarrassment and shyness in her eyes as she looked at him.
Brando suddenly understood something. He put her back a little and then sat up, "Peya, do you want to beg me to save your brother?"
The huntress grabbed her collar with one hand, and the eyelashes of her sincere eyes under her thick black hair drooped down. She trembled slightly and said hoarsely, "My Lord, I dreamed of Yaruta."
"A nightmare?"
Peya nodded in fear, "I dreamed that he was unconscious, in an ice cave, with a lot of corpses around him." She looked up, her eyes full of fear.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief and comforted her, "It was just a dream, Peya, Arreck didn't kill your brother, you saw it."
"No," The huntress shook her head vigorously, "I saw it, he's not far from here. I also heard that voice, he told us to hurry and save him … … My Lord, I … … "
But Brando was slightly startled, he suddenly remembered his dream and could not help but frown, "You heard that voice too?"
He saw the huntress looking at him puzzledly and explained, "The voice in your dream, what kind of voice was it?"
"I don't know," The huntress shook her head vigorously, "It was like in my heart, it made me feel very warm and made me want to believe in him."
Brando had confirmed by this time that it was the same voice that appeared in his dream, and he frowned, feeling that the situation was a little unusual. Obviously, there was something under the glacier that wanted him to know something, or take him somewhere, and its power might not be as strong as imagined, so it had to resort to such means.
It was not that he had never encountered such a thing in the game, it was just that he did not feel the same way in the real world. He thought for a moment and asked, "Peya, your dream, do you remember that place?"
"I remember, it was in a deep valley, not far from here." The huntress hurriedly replied. She looked up at him pitifully and hopefully.
"I see, go and get the others up." Brando nodded. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. Although it was not yet dawn, it was a matter of life and death, not to mention why Yaruta would appear here, which made him very curious. Brando already had some guesses in his heart.
Peya's dark eyes seemed to be lit up for a moment, and she looked up gratefully, but then she felt that something was wrong. The huntress lowered her head humbly again and knelt in front of Brando, holding Brando's right hand in both hands and kissing his fingers.
This kiss had nothing to do with the feelings between a man and a woman, but the servant's humble gratitude to the master. The huntress looked up at him cautiously and asked, "Sir Knight, is your manor still short of a hunter? My, my father was once the most outstanding hunter in this area, and I learned from my father to be a good hunter since I was a child, and I believe that I am not inferior to even the most seasoned hunters –"
"Peya …" Brando was a little embarrassed, "I didn't help you because of that."
"No, no! I, I will definitely satisfy you, as long as you say the word, Peya is willing to do anything for you. "The huntress knelt down before him and pleaded in a low voice.
It had to be said that the huntress had the capital to say such words. Except for her rough skin and dirty long black hair, her beauty was not inferior to any woman Brando had seen in any region. What's more, Peya had a wild beauty, which seemed to be hidden in her powerful figure, ready to burst out with her movements at any time, full of tension.
For such a stubborn woman to say such pleading words, Brando saw the huntress kneeling beside him, and although he felt very awkward, it was not impossible to say that he was not moved at all. He took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down. He shook his head and said, "Peya, you are our guide. I said that I would save your brother if I had the chance. This is my promise. Don't let me make a mistake, okay?"
The huntress was slightly startled. She stepped back a little in confusion, but looked at Brando in a daze, as if she did not understand why Brando would say that. It was difficult for Brando to explain to her how he was different from other nobles, so he could only smile at her awkwardly. This smile was different from the one Peya had seen on any other nobles. It was either contemptuous or greedy, and was unsettling.
"Go," Brando replied, the scene before was a little too explosive, and he was a normal man. He suddenly felt a little envious of those damned nobles. This envy turned into a kind of resentment, and in the end, it turned into a commanding tone. "Hurry up and wake everyone up. Tell everyone to get ready to depart. Your brother is still unconscious. Have you forgotten?"
"Thank you, Lord Knight."
Brando watched Peya retreat and breathed a sigh of relief. But he still had another problem to solve. He turned his head and said to the darkness, "Have you seen enough, Miss Shido? If you are well rested, we will be ready to set off."
He had thought that this sentence would scare off the scholar who had been quietly peeping, but he did not expect Shido to be much more generous than he had imagined. She smiled politely at him from over there, "Mr. Brando, they say that you are the model of the ancient nobles, but in terms of romance, you are far from it. In the face of a noble and beautiful lady who is willing to sacrifice herself, you have chosen to refuse. How disappointing."
Brando almost spat out the water in his mouth.
But the poet added, "But I admire it very much, Count. You have shown me a noble character, and its name is refusing to take advantage of others." The scholar smiled and nodded to Brando before retreating into her tent.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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