History is quietly reflected in the starry night sky, those dazzling new stars, legends are the heroes of the past. They overlook the earth from above the sky, watching the world today with the eyes of history. The wind over the pine forest did not stop for a moment, but it was not violent. Instead, an invisible hand gently flicked the needles, making them sway neatly with a rustle.
Like a dream, telling the past of this forest.
The edge of the world collapsed with the progress of the dream. The woodland seemed to be swallowed by endless mist, but only this little world was left in the void—the wind from the mountains through the forest, on the meadow, in the carriage, The assassinated elf girl, together with Brando and his group, constituted this still picture.
Moonlight spreads over the mountains and plains, and time flows quietly with the starfields of the river, the bright moon is like a hook, rising from the west to the east.
For everyone, this is the end of the dream, but it is not a line; Brando raised his head and looked at the entire forest, looking through the overlapping tree trunks and landing on the dark carriage, he He shouted: "Kadel, I know you are here, come out and let me see your tricks."
A moment of silence, so quiet that the needle can be heard—
A pale figure appeared in the carriage, and the figure shook slightly, like a ghost, glowing, like shrouded in pale phosphorous fire. He wore neat noble clothes and a elven sword on his waist, but he had no face, and only a pair of gleaming eyes remained on his flat face like a slate.
Without mouth, you cannot communicate. Miner people say that language is a bridge between people, but the unnamed person has already escaped into their own dreams and will be lost forever. Therefore, apart from using the eyes to'doubt', the ears are no longer needed.
The pale ghost appeared at the door of the carriage, silently staring at Brando, it said nothing, and Brando said nothing.
It seemed that after a long time, the ghost slowly said: "Why are you challenging me?"
Although it did not have a mouth, the sound seemed to reverberate through the forest, like thunder, rolling from the horizon. Haruze paled with fright and involuntarily shrank behind his sister's back, but the princess and the others were unheard of. They looked at the direction of Brando's conversation in a daze, as if there was nothing left there.
"You should understand what you should do, and what you want to protect here is just an illusion that does not exist. You should return to your world instead of wasting time here. Otherwise you will be addicted to dreamlike In his dream, I can never wake up." Viscount Kader said slowly. "But you came here, let me see your weak choice, you choose to stay here forever, indulging in the illusion of the past?"
If you can't threaten it, do you want to'teach it in a good way'? Brando sneered, drew his sword, and pointed at the pale shadow: "What is weaker than weakness? You are just an incomplete personality. Rage and jealousy have already wiped out your mind. Wandering in the forest for a long time. In my experience, paranoia has already swallowed your humanity. How can something like you understand what salvation is?"
He exhaled, showing sharp teeth, and replied: "What you have forgotten is not only your reputation, but you have forgotten something more important. It has long been lost on the long road behind you. Ka Viscount Del, the starting point of all that, the root of regret, is concealed under heavy scars, but I will also find it out and show it to you—"
"The reason why people learn to cry is to protect the pain, and you have forgotten it. Because you can no longer be called a person."
The sword of the earth is as dark as a dream, with its blade pointing straight forward, towards the chest of the pale shadow, but it also looks like a dividing line in the forest, separating the world from here to that.
An angry look appeared on the ghost's face.
The next moment Haruze’s silver eyes reflected a trace of flame, and the flame burned from the carriage behind Viscount Carder. The flame spread behind Viscount Carder, turning the woodland into a sea of flames in a blink of an eye. Viscount Cardel's eyes gleamed, and he waved his hand indifferently, making a screaming voice: "Okay, I'll see when you can make your mouth so hard—"
"In your heart, the so-called persistence is nothing but fragility."
"Human hearts are vain."
The pale ghost stretched out his left hand, and his fingers had become pointed claws. On his face without facial features, a hole suddenly opened, which looked like a mouth, making a silent laugh at everyone.
Then a sea of fire enveloped the entire forest, and amidst the fire, dense fog rose, and the surrounding scenery changed again. Brando felt that there was still a burning flame around him, but he looked around. The pine forest was no longer there. What appeared in his field of vision was a straight corridor. One side of the corridor was a large French arch window. The palace undulates and stretches into the brilliant lights in the distance.
But this shining pearl on the plain was covered with dust at this moment, the whole city was burning, and the flames were everywhere. Brando and the little prince beside him saw the flame spreading along the palace, until it burned. There is a sea of flames under your feet, wherever you look.
The glass of the arch window shattered and shattered in the heat, and then countless skeleton soldiers poured in from outside. These bone frames swayed holding the long sword of Dark Steel, and the phosphorous fire in their eyes was bright or dark, surrounded in this direction. come over.
Above those dark long swords, the blooming black rose of Bromanto was so dazzling, it was like a spike that pierced Brando's pupils in circles.
What a familiar scene, the undead emerged in the sea of fire, the palace was burning, the city collapsed, and the army of the undead swept across the homeland, leaving only scorched earth wherever it passed.
Elu was finally reduced to ashes this night because of the glorious banner. It was the last night there, and Eruin's tragic song in the player's heart reappeared in his memory.
Menstrom's final battle-
Viscount Cardel’s sharp smile echoed in the air, but his laughter was filled with jealousy: "You think it’s so easy to make a choice? But reality will always force you. You will face desperation, life or death, you must choose either. 1. In the face of the power of destiny, what do mortals count?"
But Brando didn't pay attention to him at all. He felt that his strength was still only at the level of the peak of silver. He immediately turned his head and said to Haruze next to him: "Take your sister to the Jinteng Palace to retreat, and find a way to find a passable road from there to the White Rose Fort. You should know that there is a secret road leading to the underground. River."
"But what about you, teacher?" Haruze was holding one hand tightly by Princess Griffin, and he couldn't help raising his head with some worry.
"Of course I retreat with you, what are you thinking?" Brando replied grimly: "But I have to deal with these bones. You won't tell me to hold your sister all the time?"
Princess Griffin was startled slightly, and then noticed that Brando had been clutching his wrist, blushing and struggling to free his hand. "I know that secret road, that secret road is under the bed in the room where the queen lived, you follow me." She replied pretendingly.
Haruze stuck out his tongue, and hurriedly covered his sister back to the corridor behind Brando. Brando turned his head. Although the bones were slow, they came closer. He knew that fighting with these low-level undead creatures would be endless. He looked up at the structure of the corridor, raised his sword and both left and right swords. A row of pillars on both sides of the corridor was broken, and the corridor that had lost its support suddenly collapsed, pressing all the swaying undead underneath.
There were two or three missing fish, Brando kicked them back into the ruins one by one, then put away the sword, turned and ran.
The Jinteng Palace has been completely plunged into the sea of fire, but at least it is almost the same as everything that happened in his memory. The corridor leading to the inner courtyard uses a lot of stone buildings, so it is well preserved in the sea of fire. They crossed this road to The White Rose Castle, not long after walking, the outline of the Cruz-style castle in the night has been looming.
The White Rose Fort was built before the year of the Golden Hoof. Its earliest owners were actually from Cruz people, but they were assigned to the first monarch and his subjects together with this land. The castle was destroyed by a fire after the year of revelation, and was later rebuilt together with the Ginteng Palace, and now Brando sees the reconstructed castle.
This castle is the last fortress of the Menstros Palace and the last fort that was captured in the third Black Rose War.
"The suspension bridge of the castle must have been pulled up, now you can only go through the back door from the kitchen." Her Royal Highness reminded as she ran.
Brando nodded, which was almost as he expected. There is no way to go in the kitchen, but there is a passage for food. As long as you enter the inner city, there is a way to escape the Golden Palace. But as for going there after leaving the inner city, he didn't think too much.
Now it's time to make a desperate move.
They had just rushed into the small forest in the front courtyard of the castle. Suddenly, a team of knights in black and black armor appeared in front of them. Brando couldn't bear to see those knights covered in armor and glowing with blue phosphorous fire under their steel masks. Flicked at the tip of his eyebrows.
black Knight.
He almost moaned in his heart. In this era, these should be the elite knights in the golden ranks of the Madara undead army. If he still had the original strength, it would be easy to deal with them, but now, to break through their defenses is undoubtedly a battle of life and death.
Because of Viscount Kader's manipulation, the black knights almost immediately found the princess and her group. They turned the dead horses that were sitting down to kill here, rushing forward and raising their hands high in the darkness. Long knife.