Brando didn't expect that Andessa would have a helper here. Although the old man said that there are several people on the other side of the fog, not necessarily on the side of the tree shepherd, but it may not be a good person to get together with the Lord of Blight.
All in all, this is not good news.
"How much time do I have, Master William." He turned around and asked.
The old man's wise gaze penetrated the mist, looking at the other side of the valley, he casually opened a dimension hole in the air, and drew a silver staff from it:
"Andersha seems to be frightened by the wolf Esis, but she is the withered lord of the tree shepherd after all. I think she will react soon, you will only have a few minutes at most."
Brando nodded. The wizard leader meant that there was not much time left for him, and he had to open the gate to Valhalla before Andesa could react.
He looked back again, and Valhalla's gate stood between the valleys.
This artificial wall made of rock is so majestic, it was built here by the great craftsman Del Ruha led by many ancestors. The old black stone wall for 13,000 years seems to have passed through the unchanging laws and history. The dust, quietly located here, reappeared in their vision.
Behind the diffuse fog—
According to the epic, the gate is carved with poems praising light and fire with multi-ethnic characters. At this moment, those peculiar characters are on the cold black wall, and the mysterious patterns seem to be hanging down from the sky.
Staring at this sky, it makes people have an illusion that will overturn at any time, with a suffocating sense of oppression.
The three of them slowly approached the giant door—putting their hands on this meticulously carved masterpiece, the cold rock responded with a shaking force, which seemed to be a breath of warmth left over thousands of years ago.
Knifes, guns and halberds screamed across the world, and the sound of killing filled the five senses, as if blood was spread all over, dripping from the black rocks and dry land. Finally, the fate of the pendulum island bell rang through the sky, a blue beam of light Straight into the sky.
The dragon spread its wings to obscure the sun's rays, and darkness brought the next era.
Brando shook his head before suddenly waking up from this fantasy. The weight of history made him unable to breathe. His forehead was shiny, and he turned his head stained with cold sweat, just to meet the old man's silver-gray pupils.
William smiled.
"Not everyone is aware of this history. The azure knight smashed the sky and brought us a new world. The dragon of twilight fell on the earth. The long-term suffering is over, but people have also lost their honor." The old man smiled. To say.
If it is still in the past games, Brando may be interested in the following sentence: "The suffering is not over, and people have not lost their honor. There is always oppression in this world, and heroes do not exist in people's imagination. , But the times need him—"
This can be regarded as a standard answer to inspire the plot.
But here Brando is not in the mood to discuss the myths of the past and the difficult times of the present with the leader of the Silver Alliance. He has long passed the age of guilty of second disease, and there is no need for culture and youth. In comparison, he still has a cold light behind him. The shining sharp sword made him feel the urgency of time.
Especially since this sword is now in the hands of the enemy, Andesa is pressing harder.
He just watched William? Piste glanced, then turned around and asked, "Funiya, do you feel anything?"
"I feel a voice calling me, Brother Brando." Funia closed her eyes and said nervously. Her little white hands were placed on the dark rock, and the contrast was a bit strong.
"What does it say?"
"The key in the door, the light of the stars, the ancient heroes, the guarding king."
"This is a sentence in the druid's thorny poem. This may be a code word. Have the druids taught you this doctrine?"
"No, I only learned "The Way of Nature"... Brother Brando."
"Study this in three months?"
"Yes, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, it's not your fault. Anyway, these damn guys' ability to waste time hasn't even changed them even in the Great Split," Brando resisted the urge to curse, "Perhaps their life cycle is too long. Let them learn the evils of elves."
"You know druids and elves well?" William asked calmly, the young man always surprised him.
But Brando didn't have time to answer him, he was recalling some documentary and strategy about Valhalla. Because the age is too old, the memory has long been blurred, he can only remember some broken fragments, but now he has to rely on these fragments to save his life.
"I don't know if this is the case," Brando replied: "You are the key to the door, Funia. Tell it that you are a person walking on the ground with a scepter of forests and mountains, and you are a god-given authority. The daughter among the mortals is the elect who is favored by the ancient heroic spirits."
Fonia stared at him with wide eyes.
William also grabbed his silver horns in one hand, squinting at the scene.
"Just read it to me—"
"The spirit of the door."
"The spirit of the door—" Funiya took a breath and read out loudly: "I am a person walking on the ground with a scepter of forests and mountains. A voter favored by ancient heroic spirits."
The two sang a harmony, the little girl's voice was immature, but it was full of infinite power.
"so?"
The door suddenly made a rumbling sound, and responded with a huge sound, which was like a roaring thunder, traversing the boundless mist of everyone's heart.
Fonia's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she looked at her brother Brando in surprise and disbelief.
Faina even lost her voice: "Brando, it has spoken..."
William narrowed his eyes slightly, his silver eyes narrowed into a line.
"So?" Funia asked puzzledly.
"So please open your door—" Brando said.
"Please open your door!" Fonia shouted.
But the voice echoed in the valley, this time the door did not move.
"What's the matter?" Faina asked.
"The conditions are wrong." Brando frowned, and the text on the forum flipped through his mind like lightning, but the more nervous he was, the more blurred the text.
After all, that happened almost ten years ago.
The old man turned his head, this subtle movement did not escape Faina's eyes, and the young lady couldn't help but get anxious: "You hurry up—"
"Shut up!" Brando said grimly.
"You—" Faina stared with anger, but she knew very well who had the final say here, not to mention that her life was still in the hands of the other party, so she could only turn her head away without speaking.
"Brother Brando, the door is talking to me." Fonia said suddenly at this moment.
"What?" Brando was taken aback: "What did you say?"
"It asked me, where is the guardian king?"
Where is the king
Brando's eyes lit up, he suddenly understood, and immediately put his hand on the rock wall. It turns out that the king is the sole master of Valhalla, the king of forests and mountains.
Because Fonia, as the daughter of the forest, is the custodian of the scepter of mountains and forests.
However, the custodian will one day give the scepter to its owner. The king holds the scepter and rules the vast territory under the Valhalla Mountain and the Hall of Valor, just as described in the legend.
Brando put his hand on the rock wall and said in his heart:
"The heroes and princes of the past, I am willing to take your swords and guard this land, so that darkness will not cover the earth, and order will always break through the fog of chaos—"
"If this is the responsibility, please let me take over this important task; if this is the crown of glory, please crown me personally by all the kings."
"Because of this light, Bi Jiang broke through the heavy clouds and sprinkled on the earth."
"It's like what the ancestors saw above the dark wilderness."
"Thousands of years later, the sacred vows still remain—"
For some reason, the lines in this game were uttered by him at this moment, but he felt heavy as a mountain, as if he was engraved on his heart.
The door was silent for a moment.
Then an old voice said:
"I hope so, heir."
Then Brando and Fonia both felt an invisible force bounced off the door, and they both stepped back and raised their heads to look at the giant door together.
There was a faint noise inside the giant gate.
This noise was like a thunder from the clouds on the horizon. At first, it was so weak that it could hardly be caught by ears, but then it gradually turned into an endless wave, rumbling into one piece.
The earth trembled.
The broken pieces of stone shuddered on the black ground, like a clown dancing on the obsidian ground, dancing madly, making a Karakala sound.
Faina stepped back in fright and hit a rock without realizing it, and the wizard leader William couldn't help squinting his eyes to witness this spectacular scene.
The huge stone gate is slowly opening a gap.
Behind the gap, it was pitch black, and a gust of wind blew from the inside, blowing the long hair of everyone present in front of the forehead. But the wind didn't have the smell of dusty and moldy, just a thick breath.
The kind comes from the thickness between the stone wall and the stone wall, under the dust.
Then the surroundings fell silent, and Brando took a breath as if there was a terrifying monster hidden in the black hole behind the door.
"I'm not going to go in... Bubrando..." Faina stammered and asked, looking at the door opening a gap and the black hole behind the gap.
She stared at the door, and when the door opened, a long sound came out like a scream from the abyss of a black hole, completely destroying her psychological defenses, so that the girl's face became white.
"You don't have to go in, anyway, there may be monsters more terrifying than Andesa." Brando said, as he put away the sky blue, and then drew the sword of the earth from behind.
"You, you, you, don't scare me, I won't be afraid of it..." the noble daughter was about to cry.
Brando glanced at him, turned his head and patted Funia on the shoulder, and then walked in with the little girl.
"Master Willian..." Faina watched Brando walk in, looking back pitifully.
"Little girl, your lord is right. No one knows what kind of dangers are in the ancient ruins. It is entirely possible that you may feel that the previous dangers may also be kind."
"He is not my lord—"
"Oh yes, since that's the case, you don't have to worry about his safety." The old mage replied with a smile, and he propped up his staff and was about to walk in.
Our noble lady's face was red and white, but she watched Brando and the old mage walk in one after another, and could only grit her teeth to follow—
She didn't know if Brando was scaring him, but in any case, the potential threat was always inferior to the real danger. As everyone knows, humans are always a very clever creature.
"What's more, the old man was right. Although he and I were not relatives, they saved my life after all. I and I can't let him go like that-at least the pride of the Cruz people prevents me from doing this."
"Yes, that's right!" The noble lady persuaded herself in just a second.