Like a gentle breeze across the valley, the forest rustles.
Brando stepped on a bush, stopped on the top of the mountain, and stared at the familiar valley. The low mountain col is the place where the barbed chain lord fell to death. The Black Fire followers chased them up the mountain from this trail. He turned his head and looked at Akane. The red-haired girl was staring blankly into the distance. In that valley. Perhaps she noticed the lord's gaze, she turned her head, her eyes met, and the girl's eyes were full of tenderness.
The scars of the old days were uncovered, but the mountain girl's heart was tranquil. She was no longer standing in the past, so the scar in her heart gradually disappeared.
"I remember that we met here in the first place."
"Yes, Lord Lord, so many years have passed in a flash," Medissa stared at the two with a smile: "It's a pity that Mr. Eco and Miss Yula fell together with that person under the turmoil. What if they It would be great to be here today and witness the beautiful scenery of the Chablis Mountains year after year."
Brando sighed: "Unfortunately, I was still a step late in the end. I still don't know how to speak to Huang Huo. She was supposed to come to Eruin to see her sister."
"There are always many things in the world that cannot be fulfilled, Lord Lord," Metisa replied: "When I meet my sister, it is forever goodbye. But being able to forgive each other at the last moment is enough to make me feel satisfied, because of it. It’s better than missing it forever, isn’t it? I think the same is true for Mr. Eco, because at least he has seen Eruin’s future, and he believes you will not let him down."
Brando nodded.
There was some emotion in his heart, because Medissa was always so optimistic, and even a little touch could satisfy her little happiness. Her Royal Highness, the elf princess, understood the meaning of beauty much better than many human nobles. She silently Keep hope and bring happiness to others.
"Lord Lord, was it in that valley that day?" asked the elf princess, who had become tall and tall for two or three years, with her beautiful silver hair curled up, and pointed her white fingertips in one direction.
Brando and Qian stared in that direction. The former nodded and confirmed: "Yes."
Metisa giggled: "At that time, I was in a hostile relationship with Lord Lord."
Brando also smiled slightly: "At that time, we were really shit. Flor and her sister did not tell you what happened at that time. I know they always like to talk about my embarrassment. But. Without them, it would be very difficult for me to deal with you, the little princess of the silver elves, she is ruthless when facing her enemies."
Medissa hid her mouth and chuckled, Akane also felt a little funny, and couldn't help asking curiously about the situation. Because she met Brando after Medissa, and it was on that night that she encountered a fatal betrayal, the blood of Kabai seemed to be agitated, and this is where it recovered.
However, the power of the golden apple surged instantly, calming the power of the blood of the gods.
"The Lord lord killed me by mistake at the time," Metis said in a gentle tone of the night. Although she knew that the matter was resolved satisfactorily, the mountain girl still couldn't help but whispered: "And then ?" she asked.
"Later, even though I knew I was a hostile identity, Lord Lord still resurrected me."
"Lord Lord is always soft-hearted."
"That's for girls," Medissa smiled slyly. "If you don't believe me, ask Miss Delphine."
Brando was taking out the water bag, and he looked embarrassed when he heard this sentence: "Why did it happen to her again."
"Because after all, Miss Delphine is the woman who has the closest relationship with Lord Lord, but she was obviously the same as Miss Medissa, and we have a hostile relationship. What happened in Jiufeng, Lord Lord, could it be a little bit of responsibility? No, I'm not blaming anything, I just hope that the adults can pay more attention to their own safety." Qian lowered her head and said with a little taste.
Brando's face was hot: "That's not the same thing at all."
"Chuck," the little silver elf princess shivered with a smile: "After all, Miss Roman also said that Lord Lord can't walk when she sees a beautiful girl."
Brando, who was holding up a water bag to drink, was almost choked. He coughed violently, turned his head and asked in disbelief, "What did she say?"
"Of course, from Ridenberg to Braggs, Braggs to Chablis, and from Chablis to Fir Castle, Miss Freya counts one, and Sue, Miss Antitina counts one, I count one, Qian For one, there are Yuta and Fonia, it is inevitable that Miss Roman will be upset, isn't it? After all, she is your girlfriend."
"It's all about it, Sue is just Reto's daughter, and what does Ms. Yuta have to do with me..." Brando couldn't help but replied in an angry tone: "Not to mention Funia, How old is she? What the hell are you thinking about in your head?"
Metisa smiled very happily: "So, Lord Lord did not deny that he had other thoughts about Miss Antitina, Miss Freya, Akane, and me?"
The mountain girl screamed, she was so scared that she hurriedly looked at Brando secretly.
Brando opened his mouth, speechless.
He should have known that the little princess was actually black when cut.
The valley is full of summer scenery, blooming lilies and ginkgo green leaves dot this sacred place in the forest. The greenery surrounds the majestic temple. Time has passed, and there is a sense of emptiness, the quaint vines and Luoshun. The outer wall, which has been in disrepair, climbs upwards, and the layers of leaves are smeared with emerald green.
Brando watched with some disappointment at the temple that had already been empty. Although he was expecting something in his heart, he also understood that the kind farewell might be nothing more than a beautiful nostalgia.
"Long time no see, my friend."
"Remember to come back here and tell me what happened outside; decades, or even a hundred years are fine, but don't'reckless', my friend..."
The ancient voice seems to still reverberate in the forest, and it has not disappeared.
Decades, a hundred years, what a long time that was, almost exhausted half of a mortal's life. When he was dying old, did he still remember that he had a wonderful agreement among the mountains of Chablis? Brando lowered his eyelids, a little heartache, maybe the past time has passed and he won't come back again.
A hundred years later, there is nothing but a quiet ruin left here, and he himself does not exist in the world either.
A friendship dies silently here.
If he could, Brando was unwilling to return to this place-he would rather leave the world with a trace of luck than face this silent reality. So he raised his head and looked at the bastard who was standing outside the temple and smiling horribly—the subordinate who said in the letter that he had just returned from the Silver Bay area.
Looking at Brando and the three who came with a smile, Charles gave a salute first. He had obviously been waiting here, and said in a frivolous tone that had been gone for a long time: "Long time no see, Lord Lord, it looks like you have done it. Our two beauties are now."
This guy really didn't open the pot or lift the pot, Brando gave him an angry look: "Shut up, no one will treat you as dumb."
Charles couldn't help laughing, and tears rolled out of his laughter. Brando realized that this guy was using magic to eavesdrop on the conversation between him and Metisa. The previous question was basically It was deliberate.
"Go ahead," he replied gritted teeth, "Why are we here?"
"There are some small things," Charles put a smile away, and replied solemnly: "It is also for the Lord Lord to be able to see someone."
"See someone?" Brando felt his heart beat hard.
He heard rustle of footsteps like walking on a meadow, turning his head in disbelief.
A tall and handsome elf stood there, looking at them with a smile on his face, and the other side, with the reservedness of the silver people, said to Brando in a soft voice:
"Long time no see, my friend."
A simple greeting gave Brando the illusion of right and wrong in an instant.
Yeah, long time no see.
When he arrived here last time, he was still at a loss as to the future of Eruin, and could only rely on his foresight to seek opportunities in the dark. The little hope he established in the firs, the fire that ignited desperately in the ring of trade winds, went through several wars, and finally came to Amperthel to turn the tide, and after all, it is only now—
Everything has finally changed.
The first encounter between the two seemed to be yesterday.
"Long time no see," But five years later, Brando had the illusion of relief when he said this: "I didn't fall back on my account, friend."
There was a wind in the valley, and the wind was a bit strong this day.
…
For the Salamander lord Ropal, the scene in his memory has long since disappeared. The old hometown has become fragmented and floating in the void. The flame in the center of the whole world no longer burns, and it constantly emits golden light to the surroundings, and the river of scorching heat has become dead. , The lava did not flow anymore, the flaming temperature slowly extinguished, and it turned into a charred and cold rock.
The elements seem to have lost their homeland, wandering in a vast space at a loss.
The fairy prince Root also watched the scene, he whispered:
"The fire is out."
"Our world is plunged into darkness."
"But one day."
"It will ignite again."
Ropar nodded.
The two carefully removed a huge rock and placed it in the center of the river of magma leading to the underground world, where it was originally the core part of the entire world of the river of scorching heat, the source of ten thousand rivers, a fire radiating endless light and heat. It used to burn like the sun here.
But now, only pitch black remains in the vast space.
The sound of fine footsteps stepped on the broken stones, and the two slowly moved forward in the hall until they stopped in front of an altar. On the scorched altar, on the smooth surface of a mirror, a dark crystal was inserted, and in the center of the crystal, it seemed that there was still a dark red spot bred.
"Fire." Ropar described such a word in a somewhat sacred tone. In the language of the fire claw lizard, "fire" itself means sacred.
"The law of Tiamat manifests, the source of the fire of the world, then the power of the law of the traveling mage," the little goblin Root replied solemnly, sitting on its generous shoulders: "The highest heritage of the fire element world, even though it It’s gone, but we can definitely make it ignite again."
The Fireclaw Lizardman nodded.
It took a step forward, and as soon as it grasped the crystal, a golden firelight shot out from the lizardman's prismatic pupils.
The deck is named Jiao Re's Fury.
The ground shook slightly.
Even Fiyas and Malocha, who were far away in the shallow sea, noticed the anomaly of the Fire Elemental Realm. One person and one deer raised their heads at the same time, gazing at the distant direction-although there are no more waves in the shallow sea, the world's water on the cracked ground flows from all directions into the void, but the distance is silvery white, floating clouds like the sea, shallow sea The beauty is still not inferior to any place in this world.
The element shook, and the four element worlds resonated with each other, as if it were a new-born cry.
For the first time since the fall of the Black Moon, after the loss of Tiamat's law, all things and elements within the elemental boundary have regained their vitality for the first time.
"Did you see it, Malocha!" Fiyas cried out in surprise, "It is resurrecting, and the shallow sea is rejuvenating!"
"It will be a long process, maybe we all turn to fly ash in the torrent of time, and it won't go back to what it used to be." Malocha replied lightly.
"But there is hope after all, isn't it?"
Malocha nodded.
"Let's go, Malocha," Fiyas said in a spirited expression: "Thanks to Lord Lord's Shallow Sea Sacred Sword, after getting Shallow Sea's inheritance, we can also help him more."
But Malocha halted.
Fiyas noticed the abnormality of her companion and looked at it strangely: "What's the matter?"
The Crystal Stag stared at not far away. In the cracked crack on the seawall, a tiny flower was swaying in the wind. It was a scaly flower stem, a raceme, two flowers side by side. Di's star flower, watching each other in the breeze.
That was the sight it had seen many years ago.
A tear fell from the corner of the stag's eyes.
Riding on Malocha's horns, Fias was stunned for a while, she said in an incredulous tone:
"That, that is Miss Tata's Star Flower..."
…
It seems that the never-ending war is over.
When the huge space anomaly was slowly closed under the spell of the Buga, everyone dropped their weapons and stood in front of the broken walls of Rušta for a long time-the Cruz people lost them here. The land of the ancestors, and today, they are back here.
The towering canopy of Valhalla gleamed on the battlefield, and the light spirits signaled to everyone-it is estimated that in ten hours, the fortress will start teleporting again, and this time its destination will be back to Eru because.
Eruin people are celebrating and cheering. Because after the long war, the soldiers can finally return to their hometowns. Although there may be a more sinister situation to deal with next, everyone is just like an arrow at the moment. For nearly three years, they have not seen it for too long. To their parents, wives and children.
The nostalgia for relatives and family has surpassed all the strong feelings. Of course, they still have to bring those compatriots who died on the battlefield back to their homeland, so that Ying's soul will return to his homeland.
When Tonigel’s fleet also converged in the sky—the other two fleets, the Cruz and Hazel fleets turned together, and used their flags to pay tribute to these warriors from the Kingdom of Eruin. This is a kind of respect and gratitude that does not need to be described in words. An ancient civilization was reborn in the hands of mortals.
Inside Valhalla.
Hippamira couldn't help but sit on the bench, focusing on what was in front of him-a hexagonal medal, like a carapace. She couldn't put it down a bit, because this was a meritorious medal for her after consulting her personal opinion in order to commend her for her great contribution in this war.
It may also be the only alien medal in this war.
Veronica looked at the girl a little strangely, and asked Freya with her eyes: "She really likes this thing?"
"Um..." Freya certainly knows the strange hobbies of the priest lady of the goddess Chongshan. It is said that Shimilud’s priests are more or less aesthetically different from ordinary people. They like heavy and solid things, such as mountains and rocks. Regarding Veronica's question, she nodded helplessly.
"Anyway, Miss Hippamilla likes it," Veronica smiled: "She killed three Leviathan sons in the final battle of Rusta, and solved the big problem for us. Now, people are asking about the identity of this lady priest? If it weren’t for an agreement with Brando, we would definitely let her be the hero."
"To boost morale?" Freya asked.
Veronica nodded: "This war is too long, and it's just coming to an end. We have to divide our forces to continue the attack on the Hazel Plateau. On the other hand, the time is approaching."
Hearing this word, Freya's expression became a little heavy: "A war is coming?"
"I don’t think it’s going to be too far away. The alliance of the demons and the Noh race has already annexed Ellanta, and they will go south in a blink of an eye. In the south, although the Hainan of the Dead Moon after the First Battle of Madarafen Hortos The twilight army in front of me has been quiet, but news from the south not long ago that Madara’s dark temple found that the power of the goddess of the dead moon had begun to be active again."
The female army commander used one word to describe the current situation: "It's already raining, Freya."
"That's why we want to return to Eruin early?"
"Yes, go and bring news to Brando, just wait for the druids to confirm the news to return from outside the elemental boundary, and see what the state of the world crystal wall is right now," Veronica sighed: "But I have a hunch that our final battle with the Twilight Dragon may already be in sight."
"But are we ready?" Freya blinked and let out a soft breath, asked.
"Even if we don't, we can't help but choose," Veronica replied: "For our world, in order for us to survive, we must win."
"I understand," Freya suddenly saluted the female captain: "In any case, I will do my best, teacher."
Veronica nodded with satisfaction: "I believe you, you and Faina are my favorite students. Although you are not from Cruz, your identity is not important at this moment. I will I have taught you what I have learned throughout my life. I hope you can pass on these things in this war. Even in the face of failure, I hope you can protect yourself."
"teacher… "
Veronica smiled slightly, and said softly: "This is a kind reminder to my students. It is also a little selfishness of me. It is easy to break, Freya, this is for a good commander. In fact, it is not a good thing. Because a truly successful commander, he should first be able to withstand failure."
The Valkyrie took a step back gently.