The cold wind passed through the battlefield like a line, and the gravel slashed across the dark ground like smoke and dust. The collar of the earl's coat was swaying in one direction, holding it with one hand and straightening it.
A thin line from the horizon was reflected on the purple chalcedony buttons, Brando stood upright on the horse's back like a straight spear, facing all of this, a big earthquake rang, and the small stone flakes moved on the solid ground.
The light in the sky gradually dimmed, and the setting sun was burning, exuding the last trace of residual heat.
A silver network stretched out from the clouds behind him, over his head, and stretched forward. The silver pulses of light stepped forward, connected to each other, one grid after another, gleaming.
The turbulent wind was blowing his long hair, and the dark brown hair swept across his cheeks, and Brando's expression was quiet, as if standing by listening to a distant song.
That song, like a long wind for thousands of miles, crossed the battlefield, carrying countless ideals and countless memories.
Thousands of voices overlap each other; Thousands of wills come together as one.
Clouds and mists walk on the battlefield.
The ethereal knights stopped, as if there was a glance on their vague faces, looking at one end of the battlefield.
In every corner of the battlefield, twenty-seven Liegu kings wearing laurel crowns turned their heads on horsebacks, holding long swords in their hands, but cast their eyes in one direction.
The lion heart holy sword is shining brightly.
Seven hundred and eighty years ago, a team of knights arrived in what is today Greymane Valley.
A man stood up his sword in front of the knights and said:
"I swear by my sword that Eluin will bear the glory and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow the oath of the sages and walk along this road, if one day, glorious forsaken If we leave, this sword will no longer protect this country."
One thousand and six hundred years ago, a banner rose slowly on the battlefield of the Great Plains, reflecting the dawn of that day.
"Then why are we fighting? Knights, people of Cruz, my brothers-for victory, for the future, for tomorrow, for our descendants, no longer living in the shadow of the Miner people. What we need is not Charity, men, tell me, what do we need?"
The Wang, who was holding the blade of gold flame, listened.
The long wind blows across the clouds.
The migratory bird spread its wings and made a rattling sound.
Nine hundred and ninety years ago, the mist elves established their country in the Supreme Court.
"This forest of eternal family members will be our kingdom from now on, elves, we have travelled thousands of times to find this eternal place, where we are born, sleep here, and from now on, there will be no more war-"
An era before, two great wills converged on the top of the cloud.
"At dusk, the times are different this time, and the future will no longer belong to you and us."
The knight raised his spear and swore an oath, a little blue light above the sky, shining like a cloud.
Then there were thousands of voices, extremely noisy, echoing in his mind:
"So, why should we give up power?"
"Can you determine the consequences of failure?"
"Martha what is she doing."
"This is the last time we back down..."
"Restart the world, sorry, we failed..."
Brando closed his eyes.
Listen, this is the voice of the sages.
The struggle of countless generations, the bloodshed and sacrifices of countless generations, those recorded in history, and those forgotten by history, long rivers flow like sparkling lights on the river, and every fragment of memory is like a segment Epic circulation.
And all of this has an ultimate answer.
When Brando opened his eyes again, the silver grid was reflected in the depths of his eyes, burning like silver fire. He raised his head, his gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds, and he saw the rows of matrices that lined up outside the world of Vaughan. Countless rays of light were hanging down from these satellites, penetrating through the cloud, and falling into the ground.
The entire battlefield seemed to be divided by silver lines.
"This is the code of Tiamat."
"Time and space, energy and mass, here and now, no longer distinguish between each other, what is the most ultimate power in this world?"
"exist-"
"Countless people, who sacrificed countless lives, did everything for us to exist in this world, for the survival of civilization and order, and for our ideals and beliefs to continue to shine."
"So," a voice said softly: "We have no reason to give in."
A semi-transparent image of a female body was projected from the cloud and landed beside Brando. Her figure was slightly disturbed, as if it would disappear at any time.
"Ms. Tiamas, maybe I should call you Martha?"
"Me? Martha? It's still far away. That's not the right I can grab. It doesn't belong to me." The woman smiled and shook her head.
"So, all of this is arranged by you, who are you?"
Brando felt the power of resonance in his body. If he didn't understand what happened at this moment, he would have had a lifetime experience in vain, he asked so softly.
Bai looked at him and said three words with his mouth.
The Holy One.
"So why?"
"Don't you have an answer in your heart?" Bai turned his head, looked at the cluster of crystal clusters getting closer, and replied.
"What kind of power is this?" Brando raised his head and looked at the silver beam of light falling all over the sky, penetrating the clouds like raindrops, and bunches hanging down on the horizon.
"This is the authority, the authority of the entire world."
"This world is made from it and born for it. It is what the Dragon of Twilight is struggling to pursue-the truth of the world, but it is a pity that it only belongs to the true king."
"The real king, who are you talking about?"
Bai glanced at him and shook his head: "Maybe it's you, but it's not that much, but maybe one day, you will get the key. So, multiply now, feel it, this may be my last One thing I can do for you."
Brando did not hear the meaning behind this sentence, he took a deep breath, the earth's tremor was becoming more and more obvious, and the army of crystal clusters was almost in front of his eyes.
He raised his head and stared at the battlefield ahead. At that moment, it seemed that thousands of wills had been imposed on him, and countless voices lingered in his mind, converging into one sentence.
"This is our authority, our country, our civilization, our history, this is time and space, the sharp edge God has given us, this is amber, the sword that changes destiny, and one day it will look back and change everything— "
"Go forward, our heir, our king, we will personally crown you, wear a crown of laurels, bathe in the mountains, take over this authority, and end all this, destiny and chains."
Brando's five fingers upwards, and he held it gently.
Right across from the Black Plague Legion—
The entire frontal legion of crystal clusters.
With a loud bang, millions of crystal clusters rose from the ground out of thin air, struggling helplessly in the air.
There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.
Outside of Warnd's atmosphere, in a matrix arranged like a star ring, tens of millions of satellites burst out of bright bands of light, emitting strong rays, and running frantically.
A bright river of light hung upside down over the entire world. It lay across the sky, like a flowing galaxy, exuding bright light.
that moment.
The whole world resonated, and in the depths of the world, there seemed to be a voice echoing, that scepter of truth was slowly descending from the sky.
It was held tightly in Brando's hand.
Her Majesty the Queen of Madara even forgot to pick up her mercury rod.
The undead lords did not notice their monarch's gaffe.
Adeni covered her mouth in disbelief.
Targus tightened the reins, watching this scene with a complicated expression.
"Martha... on it." The knights almost moaned| squeezed out these few bytes from deep in their throats.
Behind everyone, Medisa watched this scene with glamour, deep in her eyes full of admiration, but she glanced at her companions, turned her horse's head, and ran in one direction without looking back. go.
"Attack... Attack?"
Among the undead lords, someone asked dryly.
Instalong suddenly turned his head.
"Where are the reinforcements?"
"Where are the reinforcements?"
He asked sharply, the frontal attack of the crystal cluster army was really stopped by that person alone. There was a huge gap between them on the front line, and he suddenly realized that at this time, as long as there is a new force that can penetrate this from the flank. Weak points on the battlefield, then this war will be finalized.
But-
Where are the reinforcements
Black Plague Legion
No, they don't work yet.
He and Frank turned their heads at the same time to look for Medissa, but there was the little silver elf princess, and Instalong and the marshal looked at each other.
The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.
Brando turned his head, the flurry of hair almost covered his eyes, fascinated his sight, but he silently did not speak, he was just waiting, waiting for the arrival of the new force in Medissa's mouth.
He believed in the little silver elf princess, as if he trusted himself, he knew that Medissa would never lie to him.
He was waiting quietly.
But there is not much time left for him.
Above the head, the galaxy is still shining.
The projection of Tiamas was beside him, his expression unchanged.
The wind became frantic.
The wind that swept across the battlefield seemed to be sudden. In the camp of the undead, the black flags were suddenly raised high, hunting and hunting, and in a blink of an eye, there was already a sea of flags.
The air current engulfed the gravel, like a dust storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield one by one.
The necromancer and the corpse witch raised their heads.
The dark lord and the undead generals turned their heads in unison.
In their eyes dancing with the fire of soul, the black rose flags fluttering and fluttering were reflected in their eyes, but there was a hint of doubt in their eyes.
Where does this wind come from