"I, how can I do it?" Freya looked into the air, and when the voice came from the direction, she didn't even notice when she stood up from the round table: "How could I prevent a deity from waking up?" There was a mess in her mind. She didn't know why Milos chose her. She was just too ordinary to be ordinary, and had nothing to do with the gods. In fact, she originally thought that her receptive ability was strong enough. Since escaping from Bouche, a series of changes that have taken place around her have made her dizzy. She finally sorted out a clue, barely adapted to the current identity of the knight-sergeant, and then suddenly, one A god suddenly asked her to help prevent it from resurrecting
What is she going to do? Pull out the Lionheart Sword, and will a sword stab the Giant God to death? Of course, it may be written in future legends that at the end of the summer of the Year of the Sword, the female knight Freya assassinated the last god, Milos, the father of the Frost Giant, the knight following the Azure After that, the age of God was truly brought to an end. Then these records will gradually be dusted in the scrolls over time, stored in the bottom few layers of the parchment documents of the wizards, and will not be mentioned again until thousands of years later.
Freya suddenly stopped her delusion, blushing and shook her head quickly. What's this all about? It's impossible to think about it. It's a deity, how could she be killed by a mortal. How to draw out the lion heart sword and stab the god of giants to death and be recorded in history is very inconspicuous. If Brando were to write history, such a thing might happen, anyway. It's the same absurdity.
She patted her cheek lightly, trying to calm herself down, waiting for Milos to speak.
Milos seemed to wait a while before speaking:
"It's actually very simple, as long as I wake up and stab me to death by pulling out the lion heart sword and stabbing me to death, it will be fine."
Freya's eyes widened, her mouth half-opened, and she forgot to let go of the act of slapping her face, as if she had become petrified, and froze there.
Milos suddenly laughed, "You have a lot of imagination, girl, but as you think, it's not such a simple thing."
Freya blinked, her long eyelashes flapped slightly, she was shocked, only to realize that the father of the giant was teasing her. This made her a little bit angry, what can she say, that is a god, a god joking with a mortal, is there such a precedent in history? But even if it is a god, he is also a weird guy with Brando, Freya slandered in her heart, but only a moment, she suddenly reacted and looked over with a little panic: "You, can you see what I think? "
"After all, I am also a god no matter what, don't worry, girl, I don't account for the slight offense you just had." The voice laughed.
That is to say, I have actually heard it, but I don't care about it. Freya's face was red, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak.
"Close to the subject, little girl, this matter is really not difficult for you."
"How come, I'm just an ordinary person, you suddenly want me to stop you from waking up, it's impossible to do it anyway." Freya shook her head, feeling that she couldn't do it.
"It is because you are an ordinary person that I will choose you." The voice replied.
Freya was startled slightly, she heard something in this sentence, and asked in a bewildered voice: "Why?"
"Because in such an era, only ordinary people have the power to decide their destiny." The voice paused: "Have you heard the story of the Azure Knight?"
"Did you mean that the azure knight penetrated the sky and caused the stars to fall to the ground, which brought the legend of the mortal age?" Freya suddenly felt a little melancholy. She nodded: "When I was very young, I heard this Bedside story.” She didn’t finish her words. At that time, Buche’s mountains were still green and green. In spring, the flowers between the mountains and the fields were blooming. The fire of war seemed to be a distant term, and who would have thought, ten Will there be today after years
The owner of that voice seemed to see that the girl was depressed, and he gently relieved: "Sorry, it reminds you of the past. But this story is very important to you and to me."
"Isn't that a fairy tale?" Freya raised her head and asked in a daze.
"Then do you believe it ever happened?"
This is a good question. Freya was stunned for a while. Does she believe in the myth? Whether it’s Eruin or Cruz, there are many myths and legends. The distant ones are like the records in the poems of the blue, and the close ones are like the story of the first king Eke and his knights expanding their territories, and even There are folk legends, such as those in the woods that scare children, black books of prophecy, but should people believe these stories? Some of these stories are fabricated, some are true, but after decades, they have even become After hundreds of thousands of years of biography of Miao, after more or less artistic exaggeration, it has already lost its original face.
Perhaps the legend of the first king Eke is still in sight, but the story of the King of Flame and the other three sages is only the glorious narrative on the murals. As for the earlier legends about dusk, they are as far away as possible. It's a dream. Those dreams have beautiful dreams and nightmares, but no one can say that they are real and those are fake.
Freya stayed for a while before asking, "That's true, isn't it?"
"Some are yes, but it did happen before, in this land."
Freya knew that Milos' next words might be the focus, she calmed down and listened quietly to the father of the frost giant. The surroundings were quiet, and the firewood was burning in the fireplace making a mooring sound. Sometimes she felt that this spacious room might be located in a deep mountain, and she could even feel that the legend came from the depths of the mountain. I don't know when it started, and there was a low, buzzing sound around me.
The tea has a lingering fragrance, the tea beads flying on the tablecloth have not yet dissipated the temperature, the silver knives and forks reflect the warm luster of the candlelight, and the faint flames on the white porcelain tea tray are swaying, bright or dark.
"That is related to the war of the Twilight Dragon. The gods quarreled over the future of this world. Martha, our mother, watched us from the hall as always. It was in the Tower of Babel, later because of the war. Turned into ruins—but at least in that era, it was the center of civilization. On the golden temple, there was a cloud-like beautiful marble floor. The gods were second in line, but I could only stand at the end of that long queue. When the dispute was at its most intense, the voices of Alvers and Crystal reverberated throughout the hall."
"Is it the dragon of fury and the dragon of knowledge?"
"Yes."
"'Why are we implementing this plan?" Alvers said so sharply. He is the most irritable of all the children of his mother. Although Tiamat is more fortitude, he is much more calm than him." Telling the story, it seems to be narrating a story that he saw with his own eyes: "The crystal did not respond, but Alvers continued to ridicule: "The bronze generation has been lost. In my opinion, it is more suitable to return to the ancient times. The beauty of order. We shouldn’t listen to those stupid lies at all, let alone put the power of decision in the hands of those rubbish. This is a twilight conspiracy that can just kill us all.','Shut up, Alvers.' At this time Crystal finally opened her mouth. She is Alvers’s youngest sister. The feelings of the two were once believed by the gods to be stronger than the immortal summit that will never be destroyed, but at this moment there are also faint cracks.'They are also mothers. Children, do you say that you want to make your mother sad?' Under the aggressive offensive of his sister, Alvers also panicked:'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.' He replied, but the wisdom of Crystal is Endlessly, she continued: "Everything you said, the arbitrators will naturally judge right and wrong. Our task is to guard the operation of order, not to interfere. Here, you can only choose to be Or not.' After a moment of silence, Alvers only replied:'I never agree.' He looked at his sister, disappointed, and the break between the two was like the birth of Xinhai, and the gap was rapid. Formed, and can’t make up for it.”
Freya quietly listened to this narrated story. Even if she only listened to Milos’s description, she could imagine the fierce dispute at the Temple of Floating Clouds, but she felt a little unbelievable why the gods were also There will be disputes, shouldn't they have always been the guardians of the world of order, like the lenient elders, silently guarding all the living beings on the Vonde Continent. Whether it is slander or gratitude for mortals, that favor always comes from heaven, but there has never been any request.
"Why?" She finally couldn't help but opened her mouth: "'Those trash', are you talking about us?"
Milos's voice paused for a moment: "Yes, our dispute is because of a choice."
"choose?"
"Whether to continue the mistakes that have been made since the time of the gods, or to give the choice to mortals, especially when facing enemies like the Dragon of Twilight, such a choice is extremely heavy even for the gods."
"But why is there such a choice?" Freya asked.
"Do you know the bronze generation?"
Freya frowned and shook her head.
"Actually you have seen them." The voice prompted.
The girl was slightly startled, but this time Milos didn’t let her continue to guess, but directly replied: “The term of the generation of bronze is rarely mentioned anymore. The people of silver and the people of gold have all related documents. Destroyed, the rare preserved parts are also deeply locked in the forbidden area that ordinary people can’t touch. Because it has proved the mistake of Master Martha. Although the mother does not care, it does not mean that we children can easily accept it. The same goes for the Buja people—and the bronze generation is the monsters scattered on the earth. On the previous earth, except for the glorious people of order, it is the seed of the dusk of chaos. In view of the monsters between order and chaos, it is not Exist in this world."
Freya was completely stunned. She knew the ethnicity of gold, the people of silver, and the generation of black iron, but she had never heard of the original monster, the bronze survivor between silver and black iron, but how could it be? In this way, she subconsciously rubbed her forehead, feeling a little dizzy in her head. The owner of the voice was obviously aware of this, and he asked, "Do you feel a little weird?"
Freya nodded.
"Then we have to start with the order of the ancient times."
…
Kou Hua's icy voice echoed over the hall—
"Before the world of Vaughan was born in the light, the gods and Martha, the supreme existence, first appeared in the chaos. With the help of Martha, the gods weaved this world and created ten thousand Seven thousand gods came to manage this world. Then the gods created a family of gold from the blood and corpses of the gods. This is the origin of the gold race."
"The race of gold is a servant, a warrior, and a staunch guardian of order."
"Then there was the silver generation, the silver generation, because Martha made a contract with the four elemental monarchs, using the elements as the body and the blood of the golden race to create people. There are thousands of silver people. Ten thousand, they live in the earthly kingdom, and they are the subjects of order."
"This is the ancient classical order, and it is also the most glorious era. The Tower of Babel stands in the center of the world, monitoring the earth. There is a fortress on each of the four realms of the kingdom. Valhalla and Avalon are just one of them. According to legend, the ground in that era was paved with silver, the sky was shining with the light of diamonds, the trees were bearing golden fruits, and the rivers were flowing with rich milk."
"But such a glorious dynasty also fell in the twilight."
"In the following two epochs, the gods and people rebuilt the world twice, but what was the result? The gods and people passed away one by one, and all the wisdom of the ancients that has survived to this day is just a word, civilization The most glorious victory for the Twilight Dragon came from the previous war."
And just when the words came, the entire spiral hall was overturning under the control of a certain force—the central platform had been completely distorted under the huge force, ten Many long bridges were twisted into twists and dragged into the abyss below. Brando had previously been saved because of this sudden change, but he immediately discovered that this was just getting out of the wolf's den and entering the tiger's mouth.
All the reasons are because of Kou Hua's actions before.
Everyone's attention is focused on the fierce battlefield in the middle, and Brando and the little dragon are just assaulting Anlek, causing chaos on this side. But the eldest daughter of Esis flew to the Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles by this moment. She only symbolically handed Mephistopheles once in mid-air, and she was killed by the Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles. A sword hit the waist, just as Mephistopheles was still wondering how this Chaos Era demigod existence was so vulnerable to a blow, Kou Hua slammed in a certain direction with the strength of the gray sword saint's blow.
The direction she fell was exactly in the middle of the hall, and behind her, except for the throne on the platform, there was only the amethyst half-hung in the air.
The situation at that time was so stalemate, the two sides of the battle had no time to see where Kou Hua fell, but it was this neglect that gave her the greatest opportunity. As soon as he approached the amethyst, Kou Hua turned back in midair and grabbed the amethyst with one claw. If Mephistopheles notices this subtle movement of Kou Hua, she will definitely be wary of her previous false misses, because the grasping force is so terrifying, at least it also has the strength of the peak of the law, under one claw, the crystal suddenly flicks. Shattered.
Then in an instant, there happened the scene where Brando had escaped the lizardman sword saint Zhang earlier.
The spiral hall shook violently, and then the entire ground revolved and sank downward. All the long bridges above the abyss were torn into a long, thin strip. Except for a few people with flying ability or spells, most people, even Including which black-robed knights fell on an unstable footing in the first place. Brando realized that he was not good at this time. He raised his head and could barely see the azure spear in his hand being pierced into the wall by Qian across the hall. Fortunately, he did not fall, but he could no longer see it in the crowd. The figure of Laurenna and his wife, not to mention the little prince and the eldest son of the Cruz people.
There was no news from Charles and several people. Brando tried to use his heart to connect, but only felt a noise coming from below, something was disturbing the spiritual world of everyone in this hall.
In this place, he can only think of one thing.
But for a moment, he saw a huge mouth suddenly appeared in the darkness below. It was a bit like a giant sand worm. The opened huge mouth was densely covered with thousands of teeth, Bran Just look at it and understand what it is-Frostbite, this damn thing turned out to be here, it turned out that it didn't live in the glacier, but was locked under this hall.
He should have thought of it long ago.
However, he grabbed the edge of the long bridge with one hand and looked up, looking at Kou Hua in midair in a puzzled manner, and some understanding what the eldest daughter of Esis wanted to do—in the game, he But I've never heard of it.
"I experienced that war firsthand."
Kou Hua floated in mid-air, and finally finished the last sentence, her eyes were a little blurred, as if she was reminiscing.