The Amber Sword

Chapter 707: The end of the dream

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The dream world is collapsing, but Brando knows that there is one last way to go. He put away his things, turned off the experience prompt, and raised his head to see a long corridor in front of him.

This deep walkway seems to extend forward in a circular space, and the surrounding fog is filled with fragments of the flickering past.

He knew that this was no longer Viscount Kader's dream, but a dream that truly belonged to him.

Self-salvation is often an opportunity hidden in the deepest part of people's hearts.

Brando moved forward slowly, through the darkness, and then light came from all directions, spreading on him. Finally he saw a door, which was immersed in darkness and silence. The pattern on the door was a bronze lock key and a silver crescent moon. This memory was as brand new as yesterday, Brando did not stop. Instead, he stepped forward and pushed the door open.

The heavy wooden door opened with a creak.

Behind the gate is the center of the palace.

Jin Teng Palace, Hall of the Fathers—

A dim light hung from the dome, and the hall was silent. The throne was in the center of the palace, and a silver crown was placed on the scarlet throne. The crown has a slender elven style, with the mountains in the south and the clouds in the north painted on it. Brando remembers that many people have worn this crown because it was a symbol of Eruin.

An unknown craftsman created this laurel crown. The first king Eke took it to be crowned king at the Greywind Fortress. During the long years, dozens of kings successively sat on this honor, but they tried their best. For dust.

After turning the pages of the history book, it ushered in its last master, a beautiful half-elf girl.

Brando saw the faint silver light refracted on the crown, almost the same color as Princess Griffin's silver hair, but after the gloss dissipated, the moment looked so bleak.

Does it know where its former owner is now

Has it ever watched the beautiful princess sleep in this palace forever

Maybe it doesn't care about the blood stained, because it is a dead thing, but it is only pinned on the greed of mortals.

Brando walked to the center of the hall, and the palace was empty. He knew that at a certain time, many kings had sat here, and even the eldest princess, she had gracefully and gracefully walked on the red carpet to the main hall, where the knights bowed their heads to her. .

In another period of time, he and the senior sister stood here together, the same dilapidated hall, dim light, the sound of wind and fire outside mixed together, and the fighting came from far and near.

That was the last cry of the dying Eruin, as if it symbolized the moan before the palace collapsed.

But now, he is the only one left.

Everything is the same as before.

Brando saw the flames burning in from outside the palace, and in a blink of an eye the palace was turned into a blazing hot hell. The pillars collapsed and the gorgeous artwork turned into dust. He stood alone in the middle of the flame.

"Why don't you fear failure?" a weak voice asked.

That was the voice of Viscount Kader.

"I'm afraid of failure," Brando saw the pale figure emerging from the flames. He picked up the crown, put it aside, and then sat on the throne, replied: "But I'm even more afraid of not being able to see my heart. "

"Death is not terrible, what's terrible is losing yourself."

Viscount Caddell stood silently across from Brando without a word.

It wasn't until a long time before he let out a sigh.

Brando saw him turn to the sea of flames, his back disappeared into the flames, and he heard the faint sigh: "I'm sorry, Bedis. I'm sorry, Lord Saint Osor."

Brando closed his eyes.

He seemed to have had another long dream in a dream. In the dream, Viscount Carder was not called Viscount Carder, he had another identity. People call him the King of the Sun, Kadelfred. He once had a fiancée, a woman named Bedis Ramona Moonleaf, because only such a noble name can bear the surname of the Wind Elf royal family. .

But the Viscount Cardel in the memory had already died in the woods with his fiancee.

Brando opened his eyes, the fire had burned below the throne, but the dream had not yet awakened. He sat on the throne, whether it was wrong or right-but it was indeed his choice. There was a loud collapse in the flames. Brando thought that the pillar on one side of the hall had collapsed, but suddenly a figure rushed out of the fire and grabbed his hand.

"follow me-"

Brando was startled slightly, he raised his head and saw the familiar back figure advancing in the flames, and the flying black hair looked extraordinarily dazzling in the hot air.

"Senior Sister?"

The figure didn't answer, but dragged him through the sea of fire. The palace collapsed on their sides. The thick smoke could hardly tell the direction. The temperature seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and the billowing fog gradually covered all sight.

After a while, Brando felt that he was completely walking in the black mist, and he couldn't tell whether he was still in the Jinteng Palace. But the mist suddenly separated left and right, and the cold moonlight seemed to fall down from the sky and spilled on him.

Brando was startled slightly, and he raised his head.

There were palaces and seas of fire all around, and only shadowy cedar forests were left. Only then did he notice that the cold light before was not moonlight at all, but a light blue light on the horizon.

That is the tide of magic.

The surging cloud shadow reflected the light on Brando's face, and the female knight in front took him for two more steps, then let go of her hand and turned her head back.

Both of them were sweating profusely.

Brando looked at the female knight's pale face and was taken aback for a moment, before blurting out, "Nimesis?"

The female knight didn't answer, she turned around and walked into the forest. Brando saw Haruze curled up under a tree, sleeping soundly, with a shiny thread hanging from the corner of his mouth—this guy was drooling.

It was hard to imagine Brando thinking of the little prince in his dream.

Nimesis did not wake him, but walked to the prince's side, took the cloak from his body, and put it on him. When Brando saw her taking care of her, she thought of Senior Sister Bai Jia more than once.

"Are you hiding something from me, Ms. Nimes." He suddenly asked.

"Don't ask, thank you," Nimesis turned her head and replied softly, "Just this time, give me some time—"

Brando was slightly startled—

He just looked at Nimesis, the two of them were speechless for a while, but soon there was a soft noise in the woods, Brando turned around and watched Laurenna and Feralas holding hands from the bushes. Came out.

When the female knight from the Cruz Empire saw Brando and Nimesis together, she gave them a weird look.

"Ha, Lord Earl, I didn't expect you to be faster than us." Feralas's performance was much more direct. He exclaimed: "I just had a weird dream. It really annoys me."

"What's the matter?" Brando's expectation was not unexpected for the lucky couple to be the first to get out of the dream, but he was curious about what could make this guy so angry.

Before Laurenna could stop him, Feralas had already blurted out: "To dream that the shit eldest prince is going to marry Laurenna, huh, it's just a wishful thinking."

"So how did you solve it?" Brando saw that the female knight blushed because of Feralas' words, and knew that the dream must be very exciting. He calmed down his mind and continued to ask curiously.

"Nonsense, of course, kill him." Feralas replied bitterly.

Brando was sweating profusely, thinking that this guy was a little too sturdy. Cruz's eldest prince, isn't it the first heir of the empire, who told him to kill and kill. You know, the dream is so real, maybe Feralas didn't even consider whether he was in a dream or reality when he did that.

But he took a look at this guy, and suddenly he was a little bit stunned, probably only such a person would never be confused by the fog in his heart.

"You are lucky, Miss Laurenna," Brando said.

The female knight flushed her cheeks, and punched Feralas severely: "This guy does things without going through the brain, and it scares me to death."

Feralas smiled, Brando also smiled. He felt lucky for Feralas and Laurenna in his heart. Not everything in this world can go as desired, but few people have the ability to persist in adversity. Nature.

He raised his head, and there was no moonlight in the sky. The surging clouds have just passed over this forest, and the magic wave has reached its most intense moment.

Several hours seemed to pass by in a flash, and Freya and Qian walked out of their dreams one after another. And Medissa, Charles, and Hippamira themselves no longer dreamed. They were just lost because of Brando's loss. After Brando left the dream, they came over soon.

Then came the scattered knights and other entourages in the team. After Nimesse counted the number of people, she found that more than half of the team had dispersed. All the missing people had been lost in the forest forever, and they were never looking for them. not coming back.

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help shuddering, and had a new understanding of the terrible forest.

Brando asked Freya about his experience with Akane in private, and Freya had re-experienced the nightmare of escaping from Buche, as he expected. But she said that there was no Brando in her dream, which made Brando startled in a cold sweat.

And Freya also told him that she had experienced a completely different night of Butch. The future Valkyrie didn't say too much, but finally gave him a gentle thank you.

Brando could probably guess what happened to her, just as he could guess the night she would return to Butcher. Perhaps for this Valkyrie, that was the most important memory in her life.

A memory that changed her life.

As for Akane, the Shanmin girl didn't say much, just watched him quietly for a moment, and then followed him and stopped leaving. Brando couldn't think of what she had dreamed of.

But like everyone else, everyone seems to be particularly quiet after leaving their dreams.

Most people lean on each other, sitting in the forest clustered together, as if recalling their dreams.

The early morning in the Evernight Forest, which will never be seen, brings a new day to everyone in the sense of time—