Faenza’s envoy had left the March Laurel Terrace, and the air was smelling of burnt. The leaves were flying in the sky with the night wind, but the wind direction changed after all.
The guard of the Fairy Court dispersed everyone on the terrace.
Only St. Osor the Queen of the Wind and her knights, as well as the two brothers and sisters of the Hunter, remain.
Elf Yu Jie removed the ring behind the wind on her white index finger, and everyone present did coincidentally, and the sky of the Wind Elf Palace sank slightly.
The rings in their hands lit up one after another.
I don’t know who is mourning for the dead, the sorrowful and distant singing of the elves floated in from outside the palace—
From the wind,
Sheltered by the wind,
The descendants of Osomir,
Why not go back
…
Return to the wind,
Favored by the wind,
The heroic soul is gone,
Eternal sleep is like silence.
Saint Ossore listened to the song.
She seemed to think back to her childhood—when the moon covered the valley, the elders told the myths and legends of ancient times in the forest. Unlike many elves, she once yearned for a heroic life in her childhood.
But when did the hero have to be at the mercy of fate—
"Geert, Faenza, how are you...?"
The moonlight after a thousand years is still as bright as ever, but the story told by the moon has already been more than a thousand years. After the vicissitudes of life, everything in the past can only fade in time.
That is everything only a few people remember.
When these few people also passed away, the time that belonged to the past was permanently stagnated.
Elf Yu Jie blinked her eyes lightly, as if sand had entered her eyes, she picked up the ring and held it high, and the knights did the same.
An era is over.
However, new stories always have a page that opens.
One by one, the rings turned into streamers from their hands and flew toward the sky.
"Farewell, my friend, farewell, your honorable majesty—" The knight who lost the ring paid tribute to his colleagues and to the Queen of the Wind with the courtesy of the elf knights.
His faintly fluorescent body gradually disappeared from under his feet, then half of his body, and finally the whole person turned into a little light and dust, and disappeared with the wind.
"Farewell, the millennium agreement, we never regret it."
"If time goes back—"
"we believe,"
"Victory remains the same."
The knights all bowed to Saint Osor after the wind, and then their figures gradually faded and turned into scattered dust.
Saint Osor wiped the corners of her eyes, she did not shed tears, because that is not the weakness of the sages. The heroes were born to shelter the world. They shouldn't feel sad, but the wind and sand are too big at the moment, and the eyes are blurred. That's it.
This is the reunion after a thousand years.
But it is also the final farewell.
She is always more fortunate than others, because at least there is still time to say goodbye, as if to see Ellanta, the tall figure in her blurred eyes. Saint Osor moved his lips, wondering whether it should be called:'Big Human Woman' or'Ellanta Sister'.
Elf Yu Jie's complexion was calm, but she looked in that direction with a lack of consciousness-although there was nothing but bay leaves scattered all over the place.
"Our life is like a circle, it has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, we are as if back to the starting point—"
"Fa Enzan, can you not say these messy things, you are not a poet..."
"Hehe, Saint Ossor, I really doubt which one of us is the elves. Are there elves like you? Do I remember that the elves have a deep understanding of art and beauty?"
"There are always exceptions, isn't this what I am? To be honest, I also pursue a romantic life, but my romance is a sword, light and sword, not a poetic and picturesque—"
"That's true. But St. Osor, seriously, I, Cruz, and Ellanta are all humans, and you are elves. One day we will all grow old, but you will live a long, long life. , By then, you will understand the meaning of this sentence—"
"Then I would rather not understand that although you are humans, as long as you become stronger, you can have a long life, even longer than our elves, right?"
"Hehe, that's true."
It didn't seem to be tears that fell, but the stars.
'Patter-'
Peia felt a cold on the back of her hand.
She was slightly stunned. When she lowered her head, she saw a wet mark there, and the crystal beads were sliding along the back of her hand to the fingertips. "My lord..." She looked up at the latter in surprise.
Elf Yu Jie's lower body has faded to almost only a phantom.
She blinked, then smiled in return, stretched out her hand to the left and right and gently touched the head of the Hunter sister and brother, and said kindly: "Remember what I said to you?"
"My lord, are you leaving...?" Yaruta raised his head and looked at the elf sister who taught him and his sister swordsmanship and archery, and gave them mother-like care. Asked.
Although the time to get along is not long, the relationship between the three is quite close.
"There is no lasting banquet in the world, Yaruta."
"But where is Mr. Brando?" Aruta suffocated his breath and asked, "Didn't you promise him that you want to go back to see him?"
"It's not the first time I lied to him." Feng Hou smiled slightly: "He is just a fool."
Aruta looked at her steadily.
Peia is the same, but her sister is always stronger and more sensible than her brother. She walked over and gently pressed her brother's shoulder from behind.
The younger brother's eye circles soon turned red.
"But I don't want you to go, my lord..."
"That's not good." Saint Osor smiled generously: "There are more important people waiting for me, Yaruta, you are still young. In the future, you will go to many places, see many things, and get to know each other. Many people. Among these people, there are always a few worthy of your lifetime waiting—"
"Is there anyone like that waiting for you, sir?" Yaruta asked, "Are they the King of Flame and Lord Fa Enzan?"
"You are smart, but not just them." Elf Yu Jie sighed, her tone of memory was already in her tone.
What a glorious era that is—
So many people.
So many legends.
But after all, it's gone.
Scattered light and dust scattered in the night sky...
The Hunter sisters and brothers all raised their heads and looked at the final farewell words, but it was as if the two did not understand what all this meant, and many people in Warnd that night did not understand either.
History has turned a new page.
Those names that belonged to the past were finally sealed under the pages of the book.
The third stream of light in the dark has already rushed, and it instantly melted into Brando's body.
"Wind Scepter!"
The third streamer reflected in the white eyes, already shaking her into speechless.
The holy sword of the wind type—the sky is almost about to take shape, only the last Orb of Wind, but Lute and Bai who were present suddenly saw that Brando shed tears in shock at this moment.
Because he only heard one voice reverberating in his heart:
"The next road, you have to go on your own, kid, come on—"
The voice was so familiar that it made him understand what was going on in an instant.
"Goodbye, my lord."
"Farewell, little one."
This is perhaps the last speech of an era.
…
There was a sigh in the darkness.
The clock of Faenzan morning and evening was ringing, and the two popes watched the blurred starlight passing from the eastern sky, and there was a ray of white light in the sky. This devastated land finally ushered in another day of sunrise.
Outside the palace, on the terrace, Ellanta is no longer visible.
Birds flapped their wings and flew above the tree canopy. The monks in white robes were running in the courtyard. A beam of light was rising from the temple where the sacred power Oramisore was placed.
The golden light and the morning sun in the distant sky reflect each other—
Everyone is watching it.
Watching it shine brightly, and fade away bit by bit.
In the great glacier that is far away, under the ice layer of ten thousand years of ice, suddenly a flash of light suddenly flashed, and there was a roar in thousands of miles.
William turned his head in the air, and his gaze reflected a scene of the collapse of the outstanding mountains. Hundreds of snow-capped mountains collapsed downward in his field of vision and turned into dust.
"Sacred Thing—"
He hesitated for a moment before flying in that direction.
Seven holy swords are hanging alone in the starry sky beside Brando.
But only two of them have entities, and one lacks the final rule. At this time, the light in the void appeared in the universe, but at the next moment, the light suddenly dimmed.
"Someone fettered the wishes of the Wind Orb!" Root said bitterly: "How can he do that? Why can mortals be so selfish!"
"The Wand of Ice didn't respond to the call either. It really wasn't enough, and the time wasn't enough—" The white complexion was also a little ugly.
But she didn't really feel worthless for Brando, but because now she and Brando are grasshoppers on the same rope. The more Brando gets, the greater her grasp.
After all, she never thought of herself as a selfless person, but she never needed to be selfless.
But in any case, maybe no one except the real lunatic wants to see the destruction of this World Cup, because no one wants to die.
Even the undead is no exception—
An eternal and immortal gaze was looking at the dome of the Bone Hall. After a long time, she chuckled lightly, and the white gas from her mouth turned into ice mist and rustled on the ground.
Darkness and death all crawled under her feet, and blood-like roses grew and spread from the bones under her throne.
It is a plant from hell, born by drinking blood.
"If you want to get something from my hand, it won't work."
The supreme ruler shook his head slightly.
She threw out the scepter that seemed to flow like mercury.
The scepter shook, and the whole body glowed brightly, but it quickly dimmed.
"Everything, everything,"
"Only surrender—"
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