Less than an inch away from the sharp ice edge, a network of silver lines extending from the ice surface appeared behind Brando at the right time. The wall is defined in the law as blocking the inside and the outside from the inside and outside, and it also has the meaning of stopping. Multiple heavy ground falls on the equidistant grid composed of silver lines, and the corresponding force is uploaded back from the wall of law. With this force, he rolls backwards, at least not falling into the frozen ground. At the same time, the silver line bends downward, absorbing the huge impact when he landed. Then, a clear and bright voice appeared in the biting cold wind: "In the name of the law, the wall, the tension, the shelter, the scepter held by Tyra, the lightning strikes back—"
A five-foot-high, five-foot-wide, and blue force field shield appeared in front of Brando. At the same time, a flash of lightning tore through the fog condensed by frost, making a belching sound, like a golden snake. Snaking and stabbing towards Seibers standing in the center of the permafrost; although the king of the frost knight was unmoved, he tore the electric beam to shreds with a pull, he raised his head, and the frosty mist disappeared. , Revealing the young wizard-Charle floating in the air behind him.
As early as after the Battle of Amperexel, Brando has been studying the method of confrontation in the field of extremes. After the card of the travel mage is displayed, it will contact the travel mage according to the rules. Once blocked, except for the daily Outside of the reset moment, there is almost no other way to be summoned to his side again. Therefore, the idea of making the card of the Journeyman has actually come into being since then. As a secondary authority separated from Brando, there is no doubt that the card of the Journeyman is regarded as his body in the law. Part of it, so Brando can summon any set of decks of the Travelling Mage card to his side at any time, ignoring the distance, ignoring the limits of the horizon, and even the reverse, it is also feasible, that is to say, if Brando is willing If that is the case, he can even leave the Extreme Plains at any time now.
It's just that it's meaningless, he understands that he can only get the reward of that task if he defeats Seibers here.
He knew exactly what it might be.
There was a look of surprise in the silver-white eyes of the King of Frost Knight. After the mist separated, what he saw was not the silver-robed wizard Char, holding a silver rod and wearing a patterned white robe, but the passing of time, back to the dragon that was crowned the world a thousand years ago: The men with dark titles are just one facing him and the other facing him, both of them are talking at the same time:
"Cybers, can you see tomorrow in this land?"
"King of the Frost Knight, thank you for your hospitality, but then it's my turn to attack—"
Two voices intertwined and echoed in the auricles. Seibers almost squinted his eyes, and the phosphorous fire was burning quietly in his eyes. Different answers, but the same ability and breath, the same fate and pursuit, he could even shudder. I remember that terrifying power—when the organization still existed, the scene of thirteen top managers fighting unknown enemies on the ancient battlefield is still clearly visible, as if the memory of yesterday. It's just that the breath of this young man is different from anyone he said he has seen before, neither the commander of the legion Odin nor the Gintings who is not the sword of arbitration, unlike any other person, is there anything else in this world? The top manager
But time has not allowed him to think—
Brando took advantage of the silver isometric nets and lines to charge him; at the same time, the summoned Charles floating in the sky was singing a new spell. It was a sonorous dragon language, full of The words of magical power leaped, and the pressure was like a sharp claw to pierce the restless space. Seibers had a panoramic view of all of this, and after tens of thousands of battles, these skills were not trivial in his eyes.
In his heart, it seemed that he could easily resolve it by just raising his hand, but he still watched this scene with interest, as if he was appreciating the budding process of an interesting thing.
"Perhaps this is the person." He thought to himself.
In the gap of electricity and light, sparks flew everywhere, and Brando's earth sword slashed heavily on the spine of Frost Singer Sina's sword. He was taken aback, because he hadn't even seen Seber clearly. When did Si move, it was a ray faster than he thought. At the next moment, five hot golden red lines have bypassed him and pierced behind Seibers like a sharp dagger. This is not a flame formed by the gathering of elements, but purely a golden thread of high temperature and high heat.
"Hot, heat and movement—" Charles's voice was still straight and sharp like a sword's edge.
The golden-red flame hit the Frost Knight King’s back straight, Brando could even see the rising explosion flames and the dots of sparks, but what made him disappointed was that Seibers was unwilling. Moving, the pale damage figure projected on the faint projection on his retina turned out to be a huge zero: not breaking the defense? ! How could this guy's defense power suddenly rise so much! Seibers turned his head, the pale phosphorous fire in his eyes almost matched the anxiety in his heart, and Brando almost suffocated for a moment.
"Lord Lord, I feel the law is frozen by him!" Charles reminded hurriedly with a message from his heart.
The Frost Knight King still has this ability? Brando felt a chill and hurriedly avoided the opponent’s sight. While walking around with the wind, Jiuyao tried to find an appropriate time to cut in. Unfortunately, at this moment, Seibers acted like an experienced swordsman in war, so he took his time. Waiting for Brando's final blow, it made him feel a little discouraged. In fact, Brando has already retired at this moment. He has also experienced many battles. He understands that those battles have a thin line of opportunity, and that there is no chance of winning in other battles. As a wise player, or a sword at this moment Hands, should understand when to choose to retreat.
He decided to fight for the last time, and the law of blessing that Shire used was still on him. If this blow was unsuccessful, he would let Hippamila (faith deck, Himirud priest card) match him with Shirela. Out of the plains.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Cebbers suddenly spoke again, and with a soft sound, the soul-jitter Fingus in his hand held another sword of Brando. Then the heavy and hoarse voice asked: "Young man, I'm curious what is your purpose in pursuing power?"
Brando was slightly startled, but he subconsciously thought that this was just a means for the other party to distract him, and he didn't react after he pondered for a while.
Between the electric light and flint, there was another two or three fights—
"You may not understand this. Only when you understand what Odin's inheritance means, I can safely transfer it to you..."
This time Brando was finally moved. He fended off the blade pierced by Cerbers and asked quickly: "What do you want to say, honorable King of Frost Knight."
"I mean, behind this power is the secret of the tip of the iceberg. You may have guessed it faintly, but only those who really accept it may be qualified for the ultimate inheritance of the Dark Dragon."
The two of them asked questions, but they were not slow in their hands. The three long swords intertwined like lightning. Brando was retreating again and again. He couldn't help gritting his teeth. At least in terms of swordsmanship, he found that he couldn't hold each other at all. For the slightest benefit, the sword in Seibers's hand has become more and more sophisticated, as if the king of knights had been teasing him before. Finally, he finally caught a gap and said, "Secret, you mean the truth is hidden behind the battle of the saints?"
The soul fire in Cebbs' eyes suddenly brightened, and he suddenly retracted his sword, giving Brando a chance to breathe: "You are smarter than I thought, young man."
This has nothing to do with cleverness, because for the battle of the saints, Brando’s understanding of the battle is no less than that of the two present-Cerbers and Saint Osor after the wind, and as a bystander, he even Perhaps you can see it more clearly; although there are many puzzles in the Battle of the Saints, Brando believes that there may be no deep-seated reasons behind them. The endless squeeze finally led to war. The flames of this war burned across the entire continent. "The sages lead the people to walk through the dark barbarians, and the people of silver are scattered on the earth." This is what it said. A period of history, but the Buga and the fog elves finally won. They established the post-war order of the saints, but the black iron humans took advantage of the momentum.
This is the official setting and cannot be overthrown.
Brando took the moment of Sebers's sword collection and supported the Earth Sword on the silver grid, panting heavily, but he raised his head and couldn't help asking: "Do you want to say that the Four Saints cover up? Knowing the truth, in the battle of the saints, the dark dragon Odin is actually the righteous party?" His tone was not trusting, which made St. Osor a little curious while watching the battle in the wind. In her impression, Brando was different from other people under the rule of the Temple of Flame. When he talked about her and Crut four, although he had admiration in his tone, he had no sense of awe. The brainwashed believers are very different. But Brando's tone at this moment is undoubtedly biased towards them.
Although St. Osor asks herself to have a clear conscience about history, there is no doubt that she is still happy for Brando's trust at this moment.
"No, not all. I don't want to talk about history in terms of success or failure. That is just your mortal's superficial views. I don't intend to talk about it, young man, I just want to show you something." Saibos smiled slightly and replied. , The look in his eyes is clearly very interesting.
Brando frowned.
In fact, he was communicating with the Elf Sister Saint Osor in private, but Saint Osor’s answer was also curious: "No, let him go on, Brando, I think maybe he didn’t say What's wrong—remember, Seibers is not the clever tongues close to that guy, he is a real warrior!"
Brando nodded. He looked at the Frost Knight King. After the opponent took the sword, the battle between the two sides came to an end. Although Brando was very upset by this battle, it was purely a suppression of strength. If he could maintain his strength in his heyday, he felt that he might not be able to single-handedly challenge the King of Frost Knight: "What do you want to show me? He asked.
"It's just a battlefield."
Seibers answered quietly. He raised his hand, and the scenery on the Extreme Plain changed sharply again—
"There is an eternal battle in our world."
Brando was trying to figure out what he meant in this sentence, but his pupils had already shown a picture that surprised him-it was an endless field, but there was more than just a meadow tumbling in the wind like a wave of wheat. At the end of the field of vision, two huge armies are marching. Even St. Osor sighed after the wind. Brando might understand what she was sighing, because the army on the horizon is the Black Wing Legion of the Miner people, known as the right wing of the Dark Dragon. , Miner's elite.
"Black Wings, we defeated this army in the swamp and paid a lot of lives, and Airanta lost an eye forever in this battle."
Brando nodded. He even knew the story behind this and Otales' sacrifice. This battle was written into a magnificent poem for poets in later generations to praise the dedication and sacrifice of the ancestors.
"Then what is this place? Have you ever had another war with them?"
Saint Osor shook his head blankly.
Obviously, she was also surprised by the scene before her.
Brando stared at the other side of the sky, and he was curious as to who the enemy of these haughty Miners was—the army of the same size, like a black cloud overwhelming the city.
On the side, Seibers still seemed to be immersed in his own memory, telling a story like this: "In this war, I belonged to the seventh column of the Land Legion. It is an honor that I have become Lord Odin. A commander under him—"
"Earth Legion? Isn't it the Black Wings?" Brando seemed to have heard the name for the first time, but he felt vaguely familiar.
The King of Frost Knight glanced at him, and answered the wrong question: "Unlike you think, this legion is inherited from an era older than you think. Even we can't know the origin of the system. It seems that the Miner was born. Before, this legion sequence already existed. Some people say that it even came from the age of the gods, before the Babel Fortress was destroyed, but soldiers like us, like a brand in the blood, were born as a member of this legion. Fellows, this memory seems to be inherited from the soul. It allows us to understand our place in this huge sequence. Everyone has such a responsibility."
"Can you imagine—"
Brando opened his mouth slightly, he didn't even understand what the other party was saying for a while.
An inborn legion? What's happening here? But he suddenly felt that he seemed to have heard of such a name in the game.
"I said, this is an eternal battle, as if it has not started and will not end, and the Earth Legion also exists forever, as if only to fight their fateful enemies." The Frost Knight King replied quietly. road.
"Fateful enemy?"
"Brando..." St. Ossor's voice suddenly came: "Look over there!"
Brando has rarely heard the queen of wind speak to him in such an eager tone. He frowned and turned his head subconsciously, but what he saw was a flash of light on the horizon, which was not the radiance of magic. But some kind of peculiar refraction. Is it the reflection of the armor? No, it's not very similar. Brando squinted his eyes, and at that moment he finally saw clearly where the refracted light came from.
It is the color of a crystal.
Crystal clusters.
No, it should be said that it is an army of crystal clusters—
Brando couldn't help holding his breath subconsciously. Martha was on, no matter here or in the game, he had never seen or imagined so many crystal clusters.
What is that
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