In the ice and snow, there was a long sigh.
"I see-"
The icy voice is like a cold wind passing through criss-crossed ice caves, engulfed with flickering ice dust, it rustles, and it seems to be blowing through everyone, making the already icy temperature drop again Several degrees. At that moment, the Eruin, the Cruz, the mountain people, the Grey Sword Saint, and the two dragons were all alarm bells in their hearts. The lines of law around the few who entered the realm of elements immediately became brighter. Lando and the little dragon are golden, Star is silver, Veronica is cyan, Grey Swordmaster is gray, and Qian flashes past like lightning.
The general cyan and the pale white of Medissa's spiritual substance.
But these are meaningless.
The cold wind continued to move forward, and in an instant, all the lines of law completely collapsed. "This is!" Brando heard Veronica's unbelievable voice, and the gray Sword Saint's awe-this is indeed worth amazement-Martha's law collapsed in the face of seemingly the most shallow force in nature, and Destroyed, this is an unprecedented spectacle. The howling wind engulfed the ice dust, forming a flowing white cold wave. It passed by everyone's side, and everyone felt their movements slow down thousands of times, and time seemed to stop, even thinking
Wei's speed has also been stretched, becoming heavier.
Brando opened his pupils slightly and his eyelids became extremely heavy, but because of that moment he still felt an incomparably familiar power, this is the breath of bronze, returning to its origin, from the most primitive and majestic power in nature.
Then everything around was erased. In the infinite gust of wind, only the King of the Frost Knight could be seen like a silent statue, standing not far from him. Between the two, everything seemed to be frozen, Metis, Pea and Veronica disappeared in the wind like sand.
Time and time have become meaningless here. He can even see the glaciers of the ages beginning to melt, and time seems to stretch thousands of times. With the two as the center, the mountains and rivers change, the land sinks, and rift valleys rise and form. Forests and lakes, land and sea are eroding each other, as if in the blink of an eye, it is already the style of vicissitudes of life, and dense vegetation grows on the barren land, and then forms an endless plain—
In an instant, it is eternal.
The glacier seems to be a scene of the past. What appeared in front of Brando was the distant sky from east to west gradually stained with a fire-like color, and then a lonely sunset hung on the horizon, which was warm and faintly burning after the twilight. The golden sunset, and the meadow swaying slightly as if plated with gold.
This is dusk—
When the wind blew across the meadow, the grass rustled.
"Original-come-like-this." Seibers' sigh finally turned into a light sigh that seemed meaningless.
Brando only felt his body loose, and then he regained control of his body, but he still stood there, and he was slightly startled before reacting, and his mind still remembered the magnificent scene before. He knows where this is—this scene is definitely not the real vicissitudes of life, the changes in the mainland, and it is not going back in time, back to the scene a thousand years ago. This is the extreme plain. The magical breath that disappeared in the wind told him the answer. In the blink of an eye, Seibers dragged him into his realm in full view. This is his life.
Came here for the second time, and even the last life is countless. But in the game, it is also difficult to show the real shock as before, as if it really went through ten thousand years in an instant.
Eternity in the blink of an eye, no matter how real the game is, it is impossible to simulate such a scene.
But eternal power can.
"The beauty of the sunset in my time is so fascinating even today, a thousand years later, it's a pity that even if time freezes, mortals still have to move forward. You must never stop to look at the scenery along the way. Mortals, fighting and killing are tiresome." Seeing the composure on Brando's face, Cebes showed some appreciation in his eyes. He didn't know Brando had been used to it, he just thought it was a rare quality.
However, the look on Cebbs's face was still indifferent. For the undead, the memories of the past were nothing but pain and regrets to torture the soul.
Brando didn't rush to answer, he still had another question in his heart: "You said that he is only at the pinnacle level of the law, Lord St. Osor, I don't think the power of the pinnacle of the law is enough to pull people into the extreme plains."
"I also said that it was not his true strength." Saint Ossor replied naturally.
Brando immediately chose to shut up sensibly. After all, he has a deep understanding of the arrogance of this elven sister. As long as our Master Feng has a reason, then she must be right. Even if there is no reason, that may not be true. It must be wrong. Trying to discuss right from wrong with a lady who can cite two hundred examples from history each from the front and the back to argue about right and wrong, then there must be something wrong with his brain; this is a woman with a thousand years of insight Mortals call the existence of sages. Even if one-third of the time is sleeping, it will be three hundred years, which is 15 times the experience of Brando in this life and three times the previous life.
In other words, this is a triple slap.
Brando doesn't feel it necessary to learn all of this. People can make mistakes, but they must not make the same mistakes over and over again. The former is a question of carefulness and the latter is a question of IQ.
He raised his head, and the Miner’s Frost Knight King only dragged him into the extreme plains, and was definitely not here to discuss the scenery with him. Memories are full of regret and pain that torture the soul for the undead. Every memory is a torment for them. They linger in these memories, waiting for liberation, and Seibers' liberation is the vow he guards.
He brought him here, it must be because of the blood of the god from the dragon of darkness flowing in his body.
That is the inheritance of the fool.
King of Miner.
"Little guy, come to me and ask you, are you the one chosen by that guy?" Seibers stopped for a moment and said slowly as expected.
"If the guy you are talking about is your king, Odin, the dark dragon, then I have to nod." Brando replied.
"Scariously," Cebbs replied slowly, "but you think you have one of the seven seals in your body, so you are qualified to negotiate terms on an equal footing with me?"
Brando shook his head: "That's your opinion. I don't need any reason to sit on an equal footing with anyone. In my opinion, everyone is equal."
"Interesting," Cebbs asked thoughtfully and quietly: "Then what qualifications do you have to save those people? You are not the savior. Some people are destined to struggle in the fire, but you have changed their destiny."
Brando was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean?"
"You know, history always presents an amazing similarity." The undead of the Frost Knight King drew a circle in the air with his fingertips: "Either the empire or the kingdom, from its rise to its heyday, reincarnation For a touch of dust, history always faithfully fulfills its laws. You try hard to grasp its rein and pull it back on track, but you don’t know that this in itself deviates from the original intent of history, goes against the sky, and is a fool— "
"You can see my memory!?" Brando finally showed a look of surprise. What Seibers said now was obviously evaluating his behavior, and he never said a word to the guy in front of him from beginning to end. , In fact, they only met for a moment, how did this guy know his past
The only possibility is to read the mind.
But this is neither non-existent in the game, but also forbidden black magic.
"No," Seibers opened his mouth and showed a silent smile. Brando could finally see the beating soul fire in the other's eyes at this moment: "It's just going back to the legend, a little trick. You should have heard this. Magic. You should be happy, after all, under this law.
Martha at least recognized you as a hero. "
"That spell..." Brando suddenly remembered the spell, and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded: "Isn't it impossible to use it on the player?"
"Player?"
"Ha..." Brando suddenly felt that he had made a mistake, and shook his head quickly: "Nothing... You, can you see all of my past?" He suddenly became a little cautious about everything in the previous world. It is undoubtedly the biggest secret. Those things must not be revealed. Once revealed, what awaits him is the end of what is regarded as heresy.
Regarding everything in the game, it is too difficult to explain.
"No, it's only a small part. No one is born to be a legend. But you are special. Your life before the age of nineteen is completely blank. It's a bit strange. It seems that something is blocking the effect of this spell. Martha? It doesn't look like you are the chosen one." Seibers shook his head to himself.
Brando breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, but what on earth do you want to say? Lord Knight, you brought me here, don't you just want to ask me these inexplicable questions?"
"Inexplicable? Do you think so?" The King of the Frost Knight glanced at him: "It's just that this is indeed a question in my heart. Don't you think your behavior is very ridiculous? Trying to change the laws of history, can you Who to save? You are not a saint, little one, you can't give others the fate they want, and you can't know what they want?"
He looked up: "I'm here to ask you, how can you be sure that everything you are doing is right?"
"Maybe you can save this kingdom for a while, but at some time in the future, it will always fall into flames. There is no eternity in this world, and maybe it even lost the chance of self-salvation because of your unauthorized changes. You think you saved everything. People, but you have harmed them, and they will blame you for a while in the future."
"Everything you are working hard is vain after all. Don't you think your behavior is very superficial and ridiculous?"
The Frost Knight King’s tone was so excited that Brando always felt that the other party meant something. He frowned slightly and looked at the other party: "I don’t have an answer to your question. No one can decide right or wrong. , But at least I have a clear conscience."
"Have a clear conscience?"
"It's really ignorant."
Cebbers suddenly drew his sword—he was a blood-red soul stalker—the Frost Knight King’s eyes suddenly flickered, as if he was a gentle questioner at one moment, and became a fierce butcher in the next moment. He replied coldly: "Then I want to tell you, little guy, your answer to this question makes me very dissatisfied. Because of your superficial answer, I decided to kill you here, so as not to let the noble one The blood is ashamed, and when you die under my sword, I will ask you if you have a clear conscience."
As soon as the voice fell, the sword light flashed.
Brando didn't even react at all, he saw a red line in his vision, at that moment there was only one thought in his mind:
Damn, is this guy a lunatic? Just do it anyway!