"How, how could I possibly do that?" Freya looked into the air in the direction of the voice. She was so shocked that she stood up from the round table. "How could I possibly stop a god from waking up?" Her mind was in a mess. She didn't know why Milos would choose her. She was just an ordinary person who had nothing to do with the gods. In fact, she thought her ability to accept things was strong enough. Ever since she escaped from Bucce, the series of changes that happened around her had made her dizzy. She finally sorted out a clue and barely adapted to her current identity as a Knight. Then suddenly, a god suddenly asked her to help stop its resurrection?
What could she do? Pull out the Lionheart Sword and stab the God of Giants to death? Of course, perhaps in the legends in the future, it would be written that in the last ten days of the summer in the Year of the Sword, the female Knight Freya assassinated the last god — Milos, the father of the Frost Giants. After the Azure Knight, she truly ended the era of the gods. Then, these records would gradually be sealed in the scrolls and collected in the lowest layers of the wizard's parchment literature. It would not be mentioned again until thousands of years later.
Freya suddenly stopped her delusions and shook her head with a red face. What was this? It was impossible. It was obviously a god. How could he be killed by a mortal like her? Drawing the Lionheart Sword, stabbing the Giant God to death, and then being recorded in history, was a very ridiculous thing. If Brendel was the one writing history, something like this might happen. Anyway, it was just as ridiculous.
She patted her face gently and tried to calm herself down, waiting for Milos to speak.
Milos seemed to wait for a while before speaking.
"It's actually very simple. You just have to pull out the Lionheart Sword and stab me to death when I wake up. That's all."
Freya widened her eyes and half opened her mouth. She even forgot to stop patting her face. It was as if she had been petrified. She was frozen there.
Milose suddenly laughed out loud. "You have a rich imagination, little girl. But it's just as you think. Of course, it's not that simple."
Freya blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly. She was stunned for a moment before she realized that the Giant's Father was teasing her. This made her feel a little bitter. What could she say? That was a god. A god joking with a mortal. Was there such a precedent in history? However, even if it was a god, it was still a weird guy with the same personality as Brando, Freya thought to herself. But after a moment, she suddenly reacted and looked over in a panic. "You, you can see what I'm thinking?"
"After all, I'm still a god. Don't worry, little girl, I won't hold a grudge against you for your little offense just now." The voice laughed.
That meant that he had actually heard it, but he didn't care about it. Freya's face turned red. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
"Let's get back to the topic, little girl. Actually, this isn't difficult for you."
"How can that be? I'm just a mortal. You suddenly want me to stop you from waking up. That's impossible." Freya shook her head. She also felt that she couldn't do it.
"It's because you're a mortal that I chose you," the voice replied.
Freya was slightly stunned. She heard the hidden meaning in this sentence. Confused, she asked, "Why?"
"Because in this era, only mortals have the right to decide their fate." The voice paused. "Have you heard the story of the Azure Knight?"
"You mean the Azure Knight pierced through the sky and caused the stars to fall to the ground, thus bringing about the legend of the mortal era?" Freya suddenly felt a little melancholy. She nodded. "When I was very young, I heard such a bedtime story." She didn't finish her sentence. At that time, the mountains of Bucce were still green. Once spring came, the mountains would be filled with flowers. The flames of war seemed to be a distant term. Who would have thought that ten years later, there would be such a day?
The owner of the voice seemed to have seen the girl's depressed mood. He gently comforted her. "I'm sorry for reminding you of the past. But this story is very important to you and to me. "
"Isn't that a fairy tale?" Freya raised her head and asked in a daze.
"Then do you believe that it has happened before?"
This was a good question. Freya was stunned for a moment. Did she believe in myths? Regardless of whether it was Erouine or Cruz, there were many myths and legends. The distant ones were like the records in the Pale Poem. The recent ones were like the story of King Erik and his Knight expanding the territory. There were even folk legends, such as the stories to scare children in the forest, and the black prophecies. But should people believe these stories? Some of these stories were fabricated, while some were true. However, after tens or even hundreds of years of spreading, and more or less exaggerated by art, they had long lost their original features.
Perhaps the legend of King Erik was still in front of people's eyes, but the story of the Flame King and the other three Sages was only left with the glorious narratives on the murals. As for the earlier legends about the Twilight, they were so distant that they seemed like a dream. There were dreams and nightmares in those dreams, but no one could tell which were real and which were fake.
Freya was stunned for a moment before she asked, "Those are real, right?"
"Some are, but it did happen before. It happened on this land."
Freya knew that what Milos was about to say next might be the main point. She quieted down and listened quietly to the father of the Frost Giants. It was quiet all around. The firewood burned in the fireplace and made a crackling sound. Sometimes she felt that this spacious room might be located in the depths of a mountain. She could even feel the legendary trembling from the depths of the mountains. She didn't know when, but a low, buzzing sound echoed around her.
The tea had a lingering fragrance. The tea droplets that flew onto the tablecloth had yet to dissipate. The silver knife and fork reflected the warm glow of the candlelight. The faint flame on the white porcelain tea tray flickered, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.
"It was related to the war of the Twilight Dragon. The gods had a dispute over the future of the world. Martha, our mother, watched us from the hall as always. It was Babel's Tower, which later turned into ruins because of the war. But at least in that era, it was still the center of civilization. On the golden temple, there was a beautiful marble floor like floating clouds. The gods were in the middle. I could only stand at the end of the long line. When the dispute was at its most intense, the whole hall echoed with the voices of Alphonse and Crystal. "
"Was it the Dragon of Fury and the Dragon of Knowledge?"
"Yes."
"'Why should we carry out this plan?' Alphonse said so bitterly. He was the most irritable of all his mother's children. Although Tiamat was more resolute, she was much calmer than him. " The voice slowly narrated, as if narrating a story that he had seen with his own eyes, "Crystal did not reply, but Alphonse continued to mock, 'The Bronze Generation has been lost. In my opinion, it is more in line with the beauty of order to return to the ancient era. We should not listen to those stupid lies at all, let alone give the decision to those useless people. This is the conspiracy of the Twilight, and it can catch us all in one fell swoop. ' 'Shut up, Alphonse.' At this time, Crystal finally spoke. She was Alphonse's youngest sister. The relationship between the two was once considered stronger than the immortal peak that could never be broken. But at this moment, there were faint cracks. 'They are also mother's children. Do you want to make mother sad by saying this?' Under his sister's aggressive attack, Alphonse also panicked, 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.' However, the wisdom of the crystal was boundless. She continued to speak. 'Everything that you have said, the arbiters will naturally judge whether it is right or wrong. Our mission is to protect the operation of Order, and not to interfere with it. Here, you can only choose whether it is right or wrong.' She continued to speak. After a moment of silence, Alphonse could only reply, 'I will never agree.' He looked at his sister, and his disappointment was overflowing. The break between the two was like the birth of a new sea. A gap quickly formed and could not be made up. "
Freya quietly listened to the story. Even if she only listened to Milos's description, she could imagine the fierce dispute in the floating cloud temple. But what she felt was a little inconceivable was why there would be disputes between the gods. Shouldn't they have always been the guardians of the world of order, like generous elders, silently guarding the people of Wohnde? Whether it was slander or gratitude from the mortals, the grace always came from the heavens, but there was never any demand.
"Why?" She finally could not help but ask, "'Those useless people,' are you talking about us?"
Milos' voice paused for a moment, "Yes, our dispute stems from a choice."
"A choice?"
"To continue the mistakes since the era of the gods, or to give the choice to the mortals, especially in the face of an enemy like the Twilight Dragon. Such a choice, even for the gods, is extremely heavy."
"But why is there such a choice?" Freya asked.
"Do you know the Bronze Generation?"
Freya frowned and shook her head.
"Actually, you have seen them," the voice prompted.
The girl was slightly startled, but this time Milos did not let her continue to guess. Instead, he replied directly, "The Bronze Generation is rarely mentioned anymore. The Silver Folk and the Gold Folk have destroyed all documents related to it. The few parts that have been preserved are also locked in forbidden places that ordinary people cannot reach. Because it once proved Lady Martha wrong. Although Mother did not care, it did not mean that we children could easily accept it. It was the same for the Bugas. And the Bronze Generation was the monsters scattered across the earth. In the past, on the earth, other than the Glorious Folk of Order, there were the Dusk Seeds of Chaos. Monsters that are between Order and Chaos do not exist in this world. "
Freya was completely stunned. She knew about the Gold Folk, the Silver Folk, and the Black Iron Folk. But she had never heard of the original monsters, the Bronze Folk between Silver and Black Iron. But how could this be? She subconsciously rubbed her forehead, feeling a little dizzy. The owner of the voice obviously noticed this too. He asked, "Do you feel a little incredulous?"
Freya nodded.
"Then we'll have to start with the Order of the ancient times."
…
Ko Hua's cold voice echoed over the hall.
"Before the world of Wohnde was born in the light, the Divine Folk and Martha first appeared in the chaos — the supreme beings. With the help of Martha, the Divine Folk weaved this world and created seventeen thousand gods to manage this world. Then the gods created the Gold Folk from the blood and corpses of the Divine Folk. This is the origin of the Gold Folk. "
"The Gold Folk were servants, but also warriors. They were staunch guardians of Order."
"Then there was the Silver Folk. The Silver Folk was created because of the contract between Martha and the four Elemental Sovereigns. With the elements as their bodies, they were created with the blood of the Gold Folk. The Silver Folk were thousands of people. They lived in the kingdom on the earth and were the subjects of Order. "
"This was the ancient classical Order, and the most glorious era. Babel's Tower stood in the center of the world, monitoring the earth. There was a fortress above each of the four realms of the kingdom. Valhalla and Avalon were just two of them. Legend has it that the ground of that era was paved with silver, the sky shone with the light of diamonds, the trees bore golden fruits, and the rivers flowed with rich milk. "
"But such a glorious dynasty still fell in the twilight."
"In the next two eras, the Divine Folk rebuilt the world twice, but what was the result? The Divine Folk died one by one, and all the wisdom of the ancient times was only a few words to this day. The most glorious victory of civilization over the Twilight Dragon came from the last war. "
Just as she said this word by word, the entire Spiral Hall was uncontrollably capsizing under the control of some kind of force. The central platform had been completely distorted under the great force, and more than ten long bridges were twisted into a fried dough twist and pulled into the abyss below. Brando was saved by this sudden change, but he immediately realized that he had just escaped the wolf's den and entered the tiger's mouth.
The reason for all of this was because of Ko Hua's previous actions.
When everyone's attention was focused on the fierce battle in the middle, Brando and the little female dragon happened to be attacking Arreck, causing chaos on this side. The eldest daughter of Échis took this opportunity to fly towards Greysword Saint-mephistopheles. She only symbolically exchanged blows with Mephistopheles in mid-air before her waist was slashed by the Ash Sword Saint. Just as Mephistopheles was still wondering why this demigod-level existence in the Chaos Era was so weak, Ko Hua borrowed the strength of the Ash Sword Saint's attack and fell in a certain direction.
The direction she fell was the center of the hall, and behind her, other than the throne on the platform, there was only the purple crystal suspended in mid-air.
The battle was so intense that both sides did not have the time to see where Ko Hua fell, but it was this neglect that gave her the greatest opportunity. The moment she approached the purple crystal, Ko Hua turned back in mid-air and grabbed the purple crystal with her claws. If Mephistopheles had noticed Ko Hua's subtle movements, he would have been wary of her previous fake miss, because the strength of this grab was so terrifying that it was at least at the peak of the law. Under the claw, the crystal suddenly shattered into pieces.
Then in an instant, the scene of Brando dodging the sword of the Lizardman Blademaster happened.
The spiral hall shook violently, and then the whole floor spun and sank down. All the long bridges above the abyss were pulled into a long thin belt. Except for a few people who had the ability to fly or magic, most people, including the black-robed knights, lost their footing and fell down at the first moment. At this time, Brando knew that something was wrong. He looked up and could barely see across the hall that Scarlet had stabbed the Azure Lance in her hand into the wall. Fortunately, she did not fall, but the figures of Laurenna and her husband could no longer be seen in the crowd, not to mention the young prince and the eldest prince of the Cruz people.
The Shire people were also out of touch. Brando tried to communicate with them telepathically, but only felt a noise coming from below. Something was interfering with the spiritual world of everyone in this hall.
And in this place, he could only think of one thing.
In just a moment, he saw a huge mouth suddenly emerge from the darkness below. It was something like a giant sandworm, with thousands of teeth in its huge open mouth. Brando knew at a glance what it was – the Frost Devourer. This damn thing was here. It turned out that it did not live in the glacier, but was locked under this hall.
He should have thought of it.
But he grabbed the edge of the long bridge with one hand, looked up, and looked at Ko Hua in the air with some confusion. He somewhat understood what the eldest daughter of Échis wanted to do. In the game, he had never heard of such a thing.
"I have personally experienced that war."
Ko Hua floated in the air and finally finished this last sentence. Her eyes were a little blurred, as if she was reminiscing.
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