The weapons in the hands of the Miirnas and the shining body surface of the Crystal Clusters were like two shining lines on the horizon, colliding with each other heavily. It was a scene that ordinary people who had never experienced war could not imagine. The earth let out a deafening roar, and the sound of battle was like a tsunami, drowning out the dying cries of the living, and also drowning out fear, hesitation, and all negative emotions. The smoke and dust raised by the war covered the sky, and the dazzling sunlight was also dimmed.
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The scene in front of them was dazzling and real.
However, there was no record of such a war in the history books. There were also no records of such a war under the dust and cobwebs in the white ivory towers of Canada. In the game, the players passed on all kinds of information, but there were still no secrets on the forums of the Strange Land.
The Crystal Clusters, a species born in the Crystal Jungle in the players' impression, seemed to be a scattered population isolated from the main historical plot in the game. They existed in the corners of the world where there were few people, and they only appeared occasionally during the journeys of explorers. There was no record of them in history, from the appearance of the Divine People to the destruction of Ebabel Fortress, and then to the Golden People who started the second era of mortals. The Silver Clans
The rise of the Silver People, the rise of the Silver People, and the rise of the Black Iron flame on the land, and the erection of the eagle and the Hydra flag. In this long history, the historians and white-robed wizards only left a few dull and monotonous records of them: "They have no wisdom, no consciousness, and are like a kind of crystal derivative, attacking invaders who approach their territory by instinct."
The players' knowledge originated from this, and it was not far off. It was as if the Crystal Clusters were natural soldiers and cannon fodder set up by the system, only adding some mysterious color to this strange world.
But who would have thought that there was such a war on the other side of history?
On one side of the war were the noble Golden People, the Miirnas, the founders of the Empire, the ancestors, and the servants of the Dark Dragon. They were once the enemies of an entire world, but even their hatred could not hide the radiance of their bloodline — the golden blood that flowed within their bodies that the Divine People had promised their descendants. The other side was beyond Brando's imagination — or rather, the other half of his soul — Sophie's imagination. It was the Crystal Cluster, a rarity in her impression.
As for the scattered groups, according to the records of the sages, they should have acted like wild beasts, following their instincts. But here, the Crystal Clusters had formed a well-organized army. They had their own flag, armor, and weapons. They were disciplined, and their organization and scale were not inferior to the descendants of the gods that they were facing.
Brando realized that he might have seen another civilization, a strange one that he had never heard of, a civilization that had been isolated from history.
The civilization of the Crystal Cluster.
"Wait, I should have expected this … …" Brendel suddenly realized that they seemed to have subconsciously overlooked one thing. Since when did these creatures that were born in the crystals appear on the ground? Suddenly looking back, history was blank. However, from the first line of the Pale Poem, when this world was created, these tiny life forms had already existed.
At this time, he suddenly remembered the words of the Deer Demon Helene, "Master and that person fought against an unfamiliar enemy together." The master was Kelsie. That person was the Dark Dragon, Odin. And those enemies were the Crystal Clusters.
Then.
What were they, and where did they come from?
Why did they become enemies with the Miirnas, and where did they go after the War of the Holy Saints?
He looked at Seibers, the king of the Frost Knight, and the only one who could answer his question. Seibers sighed softly, "Do you understand, Saint-ausol?"
Brando did not understand what this rhetorical question meant at all. Perhaps only the soul of the Wind Empress in his ring could answer, but the elf queen, who had always been strong, chose to be unusually silent at this moment. After a moment, her voice finally sounded, "Thank you for answering a question that has always been in my heart, but this does not mean anything. You want to say that Odin and his Earth Legion protected this world, but the Gold Legion did not.
Seibers, it wasn't us who rose up against you. It was you who chose to walk down this path that was bound to fail — "
"Thousands — of — years — ago."
Brando frowned. When he was listening to the conversation between the two, Seibers sighed faintly, "I also understand this point. Saint-ausol, the Azure Knight opened the era of mortals. The stars fell to the earth and formed the earth. After that, the Gold Folk disappeared, and the Silver Folk were scattered on the earth, resulting in the rise of the Iron Folk. You, the Flame King Gretel, built the kingdom single-handedly. I am not saying that they were unintentional.
Yi, do you still remember what I said before? It's just that right and wrong is not the main point — "
"Seibers, what are you trying to say?"
"I just want to say that the failure of the Miirnas, the establishment of the four kingdoms, my king had already predicted all of this."
"That's impossible!"
"It's possible, Saint-ausol. You are an elf, and I am a human. Even if I am a Gold Folk, I can still feel the greed and desire that belonged to this body when it was alive — this is the source of civilization." Standing on the meadow, the King of Frost Knight's soul fire flashed brightly and wisely as if it had pierced through the shackles of time, "History has repeated for thousands of years, and there has never been an exception. Whether it is the humans or the elves, the dynasties have fallen.
But that's all. From the dynasty of the Miirnas, to the empire of the Cruz people, and then to the small kingdom where our little friend is located, the rise and fall of the dynasties, when has there ever been an exception? The struggle for power and profit, the conspiracy, nothing more. "
"Saint-ausol, what about the mist elves who once followed you?"
The Wind Empress was shocked. Even Brando felt the shock in the soul of the Elven Royal Sister. She did not say a word.
"Then why did Odin make this choice? Was it out of helplessness? Then after the War of the Holy Saints, where did the Crystal Clusters go? "Brando asked the question that he wanted to know the answer to the most at this moment.
"I don't know." Seibers' answer was simple and clear.
"You don't know?" Brando was almost going crazy. Since you don't know, then what's the point of letting all this out? What's the point?
"This land where the war took place is called Miirnas in our language. Today, it should be east of Fanzin and Saint-ausol that you are familiar with. I followed the former king across the Alkash Mountains to fight against these mysterious enemies. I don't know more about them than you do, but the ancient language inherited in my blood tells me that they already existed before the Miirnas. They are our enemies, and this war lasted for a long time.
But in my era, the war between the Miirnas and the Crystal Clusters only lasted for a short period of time. During the war, there were five Planeswalkers like you who participated in the war. After that, I returned to the Alfalfa Wilderness with the Black Wing Legion. In order to suppress the increasingly violent resistance in the Empire, that war seemed to have disappeared shortly after that, "Seibers said tirelessly.
"Then why are you here, Seibers? Since this war no longer has anything to do with you," Brando asked with a frown.
"Because I was ordered to wait here. Wait for someone who understands the true meaning of 'The Fool' to come." The Frost Knight King stared at Brando and answered word by word.
The Fool.
Brando remembered the talent that he inherited from the Dark Dragon. But what did The Fool mean? From Seibers' description, was it a savior? Or was it a person with fanatical self-sacrifice? No matter which one it was, Brando felt that he did not have it, nor did he want to be. Other than the Erouine in his memory, his relationship with this world might not be as close as he imagined. But the question was …
Why did the Dark Dragon choose him? Or was it just that he was lucky enough to meet it?
This answer was not that tenable. Perhaps for thousands of years, there were not many people who could touch the Dark Dragon's sealing stone. But why didn't Odin choose Amman? Was it because Amman was a priest of the Holy Cathedral of Fire? This reason might not be correct because it could be seen from Seibers' description that Odin might not be as prejudiced against the Four Saints and their descendants as ordinary people would imagine.
"You're saying that I understand the meaning of 'The Fool', but I don't." Brando answered cautiously. He had to admit that he was still worried that if he answered this way, Seibers would choose to take back the Dark Dragon's inheritance. It had to be said that this inheritance was still very meaningful to him. Whether it was the great power itself or the support of the witches behind it, especially the former, it had helped him defeat strong enemies many times.
But Sha and her followers were also a potentially powerful force.
No one knew better than Brando about the witches' infiltration and understanding of this world.
But he had to ask clearly. The scene that Seibers showed today was beyond his understanding. It made him realize that there was a huge secret hidden behind this world. 'The Fool' talent might be a hidden danger. What if Seibers told him that he had to inherit the responsibility of saving the world by inheriting the talent of The Fool? What choice should he make? Brando felt that he did not have that much ability.
Seibers' eyes that were dancing with soul flames stayed on his face for a moment.
"You will understand," he replied slowly.
"What?" This answer was beyond Brando's expectations. The Frost Knight King was playing a riddle with him. This firm tone reminded him of the wrinkled faces under the Gypsy tents. The Miirnas advocated a mysterious culture. In their eyes, fate was unknown and certain. There was no chance, only inevitability. But Brando — Sophie's dual souls could not accept this answer. If this was a mission, then he should have the right to understand everything and make a choice, not play hide-and-seek in this language maze.
If this was still in the world of "The Amber Sword".
He stared at Seibers, showing a look that said he would not give up until he got an answer.
However, Seibers seemed to have expected this. "'The Fool' does not have a fixed meaning. It represents this kind of behavior. I read your past from your eyes. I think you think you are the one that the late king was waiting for, young man."
"My past?"
"Some people are destined to be mediocre, but some people can work hard towards their goals from the beginning to the end. Even if they clumsily repeat ridiculous failures, even if they are not understood by others, they may fail. But once they succeed, it will be called a miracle and spread by everyone. Most of them become the Fools in the eyes of ordinary people. Their stupidity is not stubbornness, but they know better than others what they are doing."
"You mean Odin …"
"I mean you, young man. You know what you want to do."
Brando was silent. He did know what he wanted to do. Perhaps in the eyes of most people, Erouine was just repeating the history of a dynasty changing. Decades ago, or a hundred years ago, it also went through the same history. The rotten dynasty was mentioned by the new soil. After the fall of the Seifer Royal Family, the new moon of Corvado rose. But its master was always the indomitable people of Erouine. But it was different this time. Everyone ignored the hidden enemy in the east. The dark nobles who had been undisciplined for thousands of years were now united under the one and only Mercury Staff. Perhaps in forty years, history would repeat itself, and the people of Erouine who belonged to Erouine would no longer exist.
Perhaps this kingdom was nothing more than a name that represented a certain meaning. However, for Karwenz, the silver flag covered many familiar corpses, princesses, Valkyrie, and the memories and beliefs of many people who had fought side by side with him.
So he had to be one step ahead.
Was he stupid?
Perhaps in the eyes of Amandina, the princess, the Copper Dragon Retto, and all his followers, enemies, and bystanders, there was something strange. Just like how Carglise still did not understand why he always had to prepare for everything. He even agreed with Amandina that this lord had a greater ambition in his heart. He wanted to be like the late King Erik. Brando did want to be like that, but his title was not the king of this land, but the sage who led the people out of the thorns and darkness.
"This is … … The Fool?" Brendel muttered to himself.
"It's not limited to just that. I can't tell you much, but there's a voice in my blood that tells me that you will understand all of this. Young man, whether it's you, me, or the noble soul in your ring, all of us are searching. The world in the eyes of many is an absurd stage, a vanity fair, a gloomy place full of intrigue and intrigue. They bind their eyes in a superficial cage, and this cage is their desire and thoughts. "The Frost Knight King smiled mysteriously:" But we are not like that. You know what I'm saying, because this world is not as simple as it appears to be, right? "
Brando was horrified.
This world was not as simple as it appeared to be.
He didn't know if Seibers was referring to something, but at least from his point of view, it was indeed so. This was because he knew that this world had another name in its past and present life. It was called "The Amber Sword." It was a name that only he knew. The people who knew the meaning of this name were now isolated from him in another world.
"This secret …" Brando hesitated and asked: "Is it related to those crystal clusters?"
"Maybe, but maybe not. There's a voice in the dark that tells me the truth behind the war, but I know very little. Lord Odin can't tell me much. He sealed his life's knowledge in this inheritance. He didn't force you to choose anything, but history repeats itself, and what should happen will happen. The War of the Holy Saints is not an accident. If I'm not wrong, war is about to come to this world again. "
Brando did not answer, but he knew that the Frost Knight King's guess was right.
It's just that history repeats itself. Maybe it's not fate, but the repeated selfishness and greed of the civilization. The upcoming war for the slate was a footnote to this.
So in the end, it's still the fault of the civilization itself?
Brando frowned and shook his head. He felt like his head was going to explode. These things might not be what he should be worried about. He sighed. Although he did not understand what Saint-ausol, Seibers, and Odin were really pursuing, he at least understood what he was pursuing. Whether it was superficial or noble, he had to do it. He stuck to his stubborn character that he developed in the game.
He looked up and decided not to play games with the Frost Knight King. In his opinion, this might be the Frost Knight King's own bad taste. The Miirnas worshipped mystery, and they always played with their agnosticism carefully and delicately. However, Brando had his own way of doing things. He opened his mouth and interrupted Seibers' long speech: "You mean, only when I understand all of this, I am qualified to inherit the Dark Dragon's inheritance?"
"No."
Seibers shook his head: "In fact, the strength you showed at the beginning has already qualified you to inherit the inheritance. I just want to tell you everything that happened behind the scenes of this war. Whether it's the Cruz people or the Wind Elves, it's still far from the time when you can sit back and relax."
Brando quietly stared at the Frost Knight King.
The hidden meaning in his eyes was: 'If that's the case, what's the point of all the nonsense you said before?'
If he was alive, perhaps he would feel a little embarrassed facing Brando's questioning gaze. However, Seibers was an undead. Thousands of years of icy wind had already frozen his withered skeleton-like cheeks. Therefore, the Frost Knight King's expression did not change: "Because this is the mission I've been waiting for here."
"What does that have to do with me?" "It's impossible for me to follow the path of the Dark Dragon. In my opinion, what I've inherited is merely his legacy and not his will. I hope you can understand this." Brendel hesitated for a moment before deciding to tell the truth: "I'll never follow the path of the Dark Dragon. In my opinion, I've only inherited his legacy and not his will.
When Brando said this, he felt a little praise in his heart.
"Sir Saint-ausol?" He could not help but feel a little puzzled.
But the Wind Empress did not respond.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll take back your inheritance, young man?" Seibers' tone was cold.
"I'm afraid that's not something you can decide, respected Frost Knight King. Although I don't know why Odin chose me, this is my will." Brando 'tone became firm. If he still did not understand the meaning of this guy after such a long time of probing, then he could really kill himself: "Whether you accept it or not, it's the same. I'm Brando, not the Dark Dragon —"
"You're just as stubborn."
The Frost Knight King was slightly stunned, then chuckled.
It was filled with the laughter of the undead's hollow voice.
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