And it is precisely because of knowing all this that old and short people will come here not far away. But maybe it wasn't just for the treasure, even Oldham himself couldn't tell, there was a voice in his blood telling him such a dream.
That is to let the inheritance of the rune dwarves return to the land of Voend.
As he knew it, the legend about revival passed down among the rune dwarves.
He looked at the sword in Brando's hand and hesitated for a while. The voice in his heart tells him that he should believe this legend, but how can he believe it? According to the legend, all rune dwarves must regard the man who holds the sword of the earth as their king, and follow him to rebuild the rune dwarf empire.
But asking this old dwarf to bow his head to a stranger is really embarrassing him.
"Legend?" Brando asked as expected.
Oldham gritted his teeth, decided to cling to his cleverness, at least take one step and count. The old dwarf coughed and replied, "I can't say more about this, but I seem to hear your previous conversation. Do you want to leave here?"
"What do you mean?" Brando's attention was really attracted.
"It’s nothing, my lord," the old dwarf chose a respectable name that he’s better to accept. He thought that if he rashly called him king, not only would he not be able to accept it, but I’m afraid it would also shock everyone present: "I’m just I want to say, in fact, it doesn’t have to be so troublesome—"
He paused, and pointed carefully at the sword in Brando's hand: "If you can lend me that sword for a while, maybe I can let you get out of here easily."
"Oh?"
Brando had never heard of such a statement. He and Medissa looked at each other, and each saw the suspicion in each other's eyes. Not only them, but even the old swordsman on the side asked: "Oldham, what the hell are you doing? I tell you this kid is much better than me. What tricks are you playing in front of him? Go in."
The old dwarf was taken aback, and he blew his beard and stared at him and said, "What I said is true, damn—" But he thought about it, and wisely avoided conflict with Kuran. The strength of the opponent lies here, Dwarf Although stubborn, he thinks he is not a reckless person: "This sanctuary was built by our rune dwarves to store the sword. Since the lord has already got the sword, it shouldn't be a problem to leave here!"
"Is there such a statement?" Brando asked, he didn't know that the Destiny Arena still had such a setting.
"Of course, but adults, you can't. You know that the legacy of silver is actually left to the descendants of this bloodline. Although you are also descendants of the people of order, you are after all a foreign race." The old dwarf's attitude towards Brando was obviously not. Same, he replied earnestly: "But I am different. I have rune dwarf blood flowing on me. With that sword, maybe I can open this space—"
Brando looked back at Kuran, but the old guard captain seemed a bit hesitant. Although he had dealt with Oldham, the thing he knew most about the other was nothing more than this guy's stubbornness.
If he knew what kind of person the other party was, the old man himself couldn't tell.
But the young man has made a decision that this sword is his spoils at least in this space, and there is the power of law to protect this in the game. He believes it is the same here, and he wants to give this sword to this one. The old dwarf, the other party can't play any tricks.
What's more, the words of the old dwarf made his heart move slightly. The other party's words were not unreasonable. He had never heard similar rumors in the game in the past. It was because the players did not have the blood of silver and gold, so naturally they would not be in the game. A similar plot is triggered in the sanctuary.
Therefore, Brando just groaned for a while and threw the sword over.
"Try it," he said.
If everyone can not stay here, it is of course the best. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at one side of Ke Wen, wondering if this is a turning point in history
"What's the matter, sir?" Ke Wen noticed his gaze and asked.
"It looks like you are lucky." Brando said to him.
"Are you so sure he can do it?"
The young man saw the dwarf take the sword and walked to the center of the arena step by step. He turned his head and looked at Brando with some puzzled questions.
"No," Brando shook his head: "I just believe in history."
"History?" Ke Wen asked incredulously.
But Brando didn't answer him, but raised his hand, curling up a sword wind and flying the fate card on the ground towards him. He stretched out his hand to catch the'Lord Fireclaw' card, and said to himself in his heart:
"System Tip: Start with rewards."
Then he himself smiled first.
"Lord Lord?" Medissa noticed Brando's look and was a little puzzled. In her mind, Brando shouldn't be someone who would be pleased for such a small bargain.
Brando didn't answer her either, he just raised his head and looked at the center of the sand in the arena.
At the same moment, the old dwarf was already there with the sword of the earth in both hands—the voice in the sky echoed again:
"Mortal, do you want to accept the challenge?"
"Of course!" Oldham's words startled everyone.
But this time the challenge did not arrive as expected. After a moment of silence, the voice in the sky asked, "I seem to feel a familiar breath from you. Are you our descendant?"
"Yes, the ancestors and the souls of the mountain," the old dwarf replied, "I am a child of mountains and rocks, a child of metal and fire, like you. For thousands of years, we have experienced hardships in the wilderness. , But in the end came here after overcoming many difficulties, just to let the soul enjoy a moment of peace—"
"Because this is our origin and my hometown."
There was a moment of silence in the arena, but then the voice roared:
"Peace? No, the time has not come!" The voice rolled like thunder, as if angered, and everyone was stunned: "Our children and grandchildren in the wilderness, you must continue to trek until that moment comes, your soul will be heavy. Return to the temple!"
"The time has come, the ancestors and the soul of Chongshan."
"Yes?"
A sound suddenly came out in the space, and the whole space hummed.
Then the old dwarf hesitated. He looked back at Brando, in disbelief, but still raised the sword of earth in his hand.
"Dazz Motes Hremm!" the dwarf replied.
It was a weird language. Brando didn't recognize it, but Metissa recognized it. She frowned and explained to her lord, "The mantra of order seems to be a paragraph of the sacred covenant."
Brando naturally knew what the so-called sacred covenant was. It was a covenant signed with Lord Martha when all the intelligent creatures on the earth fought against the dragon of twilight before the dark ages. Part of this covenant established the order itself. The rule of law, the legend is from the era before this era, that is, the era before Shenmin.
Both Brando's so-called'meaningless background' period.
After the sacred covenant, the righteous forces on the earth also signed a sacred covenant in the fight against the dragon of darkness, but the agreement written in ancient languages was far worse than the original one.
The divine covenant itself is an artifact that symbolizes the law.
But after Odum said that, the entire space immediately shook, and everyone felt that the surrounding space was loose-this showed that the old dwarf didn't lie to them, his method worked!
But at this time Brando suddenly seemed to have an illusion in the tremors of space—
He saw some strange images appear in front of him.
A black moon, a tall tower standing quietly in the middle of a dark lake seems to be a metaphor for something...
Then the picture changed and it turned into a group of people in black who couldn't see their faces walking on the endless wasteland...
Then he saw a row of black text—
XVI: THE TOWER—
The lost'moon' took away the light.
He remembered that he seemed to have seen this line of text when he escaped from Ridenburg, but immediately below this line of text appeared a brand new sentence:
XX: JUDGEMENT—
The light is lost.
The text continues to emerge:
XVII: THE STAR—
The silver generation was lost on the earth, walking (seeking) in darkness and ignorance.
Then all visions disappeared, Brando shook his head to wake up and saw Medissa looking at herself with concern. He nodded to the silver elf girl, indicating that he was not in serious trouble.
However, his gaze shifted slightly, and he saw that the merchant lady was leaning over here cautiously little by little, as if she wanted to ask him something with concern, but for a while she didn't dare to let him find out so as to avoid his poisonous hands.
Brando couldn't help being amused when he saw Roman like this. He said to Medissa: "After all, this time we should really thank someone."
"En?" Medissa was taken aback for a while.
"Thanks to Little Roman for bringing us good luck," the young man turned his head, his face was stern, his hands had already squeezed the little pink face of the merchant lady in a thunderous manner: "Yes, right? Little Roman?"
"Ah! Pain, pain, pain, Brando... I will never dare anymore..." Roman's face was pulled over, his eyes were squinted and tears were about to come out, he hurriedly admitted his mistake: "Yes, yes ,Sorry… "
Her pair of small eyebrows were almost erect, and she wanted to retreat, but she was afraid of pain, and she was in a dilemma for a while.
Brando glanced at the old dwarf on the court, then looked at Roman, and asked, "Dare you still run around in the future?"
"No, dare not..." the girl replied with her eyes turned left and right.
Brando was helpless, knowing that this fellow must have no repentance, but he had made up his mind to take her wherever he went, otherwise no one would be able to bear it again.
He sighed and let go of his hand.
At the same time, the surrounding light dimmed suddenly, as if entering a space where you can't see your fingers—
"What's the matter?" Roman's voice rang immediately.
"Nothing," Brando replied, feeling the surrounding environment, "So we are back."