"I am a brave guy who claims to be a member of the royal family."
Her Royal Highness gently swept the silver hair on the sideburns behind her pointed ear with one hand, picked up the white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and smiled.
"But the two moons shine together, and the king sleeps in the valley. What do you think this puzzle means, Master Overwell?" She groaned, her pale silver eyes flashed lightly, and she asked.
"Most noble families throughout the kingdom have some secrets. This is not an unknown fact. However, Alberton mentioned the oath with the royal family. Presumably this treasure has some connection with the royal family." Overwell After thinking about it, he replied.
"I want to come but it's not that simple, Lord Overwell, the sage's oath may be related to my ancestor Ek."
Overwell nodded: "The Emerald Lake, the Sacred White Mountain, should be talking about the lake of the goddess of Dnell, I have long heard that it is the resting place of a sage."
"So that's the case, is there anything to say?"
"The local fishermen often hear about seeing the knight of the lake in the mist, guarding the center of the lake of the goddess. Some people have seen the island with a whole white rock on it. It must be the mountain of Saint White."
"Thank you for telling me this, Master Feverwell, what is it just about the double-sided stone statue?"
"I don't know, Your Royal Highness."
"Yes, most of the yearning for mysterious treasures stems from the unknown. Presumably this is the fun of the so-called knight story—"
She hid her mouth and smiled: "Sorry, I made you laugh, Lord Overwell."
"Nothing, Your Royal Highness, I'm also wondering who Alberton was when he was alive? Because no one named Alberton has ever been a knight of the royal family." Overwell replied.
"Alberton may not have been called Alberton before he was alive." The girl thought for a while and replied astutely.
"I think so too, Your Royal Highness." Overwell bowed.
The half-elf girl didn't stare at the middle-aged man, and confirmed in her heart that the other party must have done an investigation. She couldn't help but think about it slightly, since the important minister next to your Majesty in the eyes of others valued the young man so much, it must have been his father's intention-what ability does he have worthy of your attention
Is it personal ability
It's part of the factor, but it's not all.
I'm afraid I still took a fancy to the power behind that young man.
The princess couldn't help but curled her fingers and touched her lower lip. Is the Highlander really that important, can it really make Eruin shine again? Unlike the local nobles and royal parties, she believes that the kingdom needs a new force to make it come alive. But where is this new force? Highlander? militia? Or the garrison
It doesn't look like it, I always feel that something is still missing.
The half-elf girl thought of the young man and shook her head. It wasn't him either. She felt a little danger even more vaguely. From the young man, she was slightly startled, and then a little surprised.
Is this jealous of yourself
The girl shook her head quickly.
"Your Royal Highness?" Overwell noticed the princess's distraction.
"Ah, sorry, Lord Overwell, please continue."
Overwell gave her a strange look and nodded.
…
The first moon sinks in the west, and the second moon is reflected in the sky—
Fog gradually began to form in the fir forest, and the fog in the mountains carried a hint of coldness. Brando held the reins in one hand and looked around on the horseback, confirming that the white stags gradually led them eastward into the lowlands.
A few minutes ago, Leto had already ran to tell him that Margus and its zombie army had stopped pursuing them. This is not surprising. They also noticed that their power is gradually declining, right
The valley is quiet.
When two majestic colossus with a height of more than 30 meters suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the valley through a thin layer of mist, even Freya and other mercenaries could not help but look up at this indifferent and lifeless. The boulder didn't say a word for a long time.
Who could have imagined that there is such a scenery behind the remote valley, through the faint mist, it is like the eyes that have penetrated through the shackles of a thousand years, and fell on the huge rock covered with historical dust.
In an instant, there was an inexplicable weight in my heart.
The colossus wore a long robe, a battle armor, and a war skirt. It wore a winged elven peaked helmet like that before the age of the sage. It held a spear in one hand and a huge shield in the other, and looked straight ahead. It is exactly the shape of the holy warrior in most myths. It is said that each of these warriors comes from those golden races. In the dark ages, they fought endlessly with the azure knight on the earth and the dragon of twilight. Warnd freed himself from the dark grasp.
In other words, they are the guardians of all intelligent creatures.
Refugees and mercenaries filed in from the feet of the colossus, and suddenly felt a sense of washing in their hearts, as if all the dirt and exhaustion were washed away, and the whole person felt a new feeling.
Many people even stopped to check back and forth whether they had an illusion.
Brando looked at these people and didn't tell them that this was actually Mu Sheng's words in the "Ten Laws" of Warend's top guardian enchantment. In fact, the effect of this enchantment on people with stronger dark power is more obvious. The spells enjoyed after passing through this enchantment are pure art and recovery of physical strength, and if there are evil beings such as Margus and White Knight Alberton, they will be immediately affected as soon as they pass through this enchantment, and the camp will be reversed-from the extreme in an instant Evil turns to extreme justice.
However, as undead creatures, if they want to experience this effect, they must first pass the test of the fourteen-ring lightning strike at the tip of the two giants’ spears at the door. It is a divine spell, not to mention Margus, it is probably Madara The twenty-four perpetual dukes who came here will also be beaten into fly ash.
After passing by the colossal statue at the gate of the valley, the valley widens as it goes inward, and finally forms a flat bottom, and the white mist is removed from both sides without seeing the edge.
There seemed to be some creatures in the mist, the white clouds of smoke billowed, and sometimes formed an angel with wings flying in the sky, a knight with a tall horse, or a fierce griffin, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.
In this weird valley, everyone did not dare to be too far away from Brando. The refugees consciously stopped one by one, staring nervously at the mysterious scenes around them.
The more Freya thought about it, the more weird it became. Such a place didn't look like a mysterious place that most people would understand. But she was not surprised by Brando's appearance. She couldn't help but feel a little bit of trouble. Brando is so mysterious and unpredictable. Although they are fighting together now, one day she is really worried that she is so ordinary. Girls will not keep up with each other's pace.
She couldn't help but frowned and looked at Roman, although she didn't say anything. But she knew in her heart that Roman's aunt must also have her own secret, maybe it was such a merchant lady who was worthy of Brando.
They are all the same.
The more Freya thought about it, the more sad she became, and finally she couldn't help but hung herself far behind and bowed her head.
Brando didn't notice the eldest lady's careful thoughts, because he was dealing with Roman's weird questions, such as: "Where is this place, Brando."
"Didn't I tell you, this is the place where the saint remains."
"But you didn't tell me where the saint remains."
Brando couldn't help being a little big head. He turned his head and saw that Charles looked serious, knowing that this guy must be unreliable at this time. He looked at the business lady on the side again. She was sitting on horseback, all dirty, covered with mud all over—
This is also no way. Who told this eldest lady to go away to learn to ride a horse secretly before? Brando was almost scared to death when he knew about it, for fear that his little Roman would accidentally give himself to himself. Broke. Unexpectedly, when he ran over to see, Roman took a bundle of rope and tied himself to the horse's back, and ran to show off proudly.
As a result, Brando was given a severe lesson, so that she knew what she could do and what she couldn't do in the future.
"The place where the saint remains is the resting place of the ancient kings and sages. They used their spirits to create a territory called'their kingdom', where all their people are blessed, and the outsiders will be lost forever. Among them." Brando replied.
"Does it mean there are many places like this, Brando?" Romain asked with a small face, half of his body tilted.
"certainly."
Brando sniffed, his brows almost curled up. I made up my mind to let this dead girl take a bath when I got out of danger. No girl can bear the smell of mud all over her body. Sometimes he really wants to open the businessman’s head to see how the brain grows inside. of-
"They are all called the land of the saint's remains?"
When they talked, others couldn't help but get closer. After all, in such a magical place, everyone wanted to hear the young man's insights. But these mercenaries are a little curious, this knowledge is not accessible to ordinary people. Some of them are knowledgeable, and it can be said that the knowledge is not much less than that of ordinary nobles. But they are also ignorant of many terms in the mouths of young people. They just heard that this young man is a highland knight. Is the highland knight really so mysterious
But in fact they didn't know, not just them, even Charles felt a little puzzled, after all, as an apprentice wizard, his knowledge was not omniscient and omnipotent.
The land of the saint’s remains is related to ancient legends. The knowledge in this area is that the wizards in the black tower are proficient and cannot find a few. As far as Shire knows, I am afraid that there will be no more than five people who know this aspect better than Brando. .
So where did his lord's knowledge come from
Charles had some questions in his mind, but he didn't ask them. After all, at least as far as he knew, people who could see and use destiny cards—not simple people.
Brando shook his head when he heard Roman’s question: “Of course they all have their own names. Every place where the saint’s remains is related to the king who sleeps here. It’s like this everywhere, and again. The Misty Valley in the lowland swamp, as far as I know, its name is called Fairy Land..."
"The land of fairies?"
"The king of knights is one of the eleven kings. He was the guardian of mankind before Gilt, the king of flames. He had an agreement with the fairy queen. The fairy queen asked him to eat the golden apple and become the king of mankind. He died. After the soul returns to the ideal land, it will sleep here and continue to fulfill the promise—"
"This is a place of chaotic timing. The night here tends to be static relative to the outside time, and only daylight will start to flow again. According to legend, there is a golden apple tree in this valley, and the fairy queen lives under the apple tree. But no one has ever seen it—of course, mortals will never leave when they see her."
He turned his head and saw Roman staring at him with black and white eyes, with a clean face: "Golden Apple?"
"You didn't just hear this, did you?" Brando became half-hearted and couldn't help but asked in an angry tone.
The businessman nodded solemnly.
"Well, little Roman, I won't tell you this anymore." He almost didn't come back in one breath, but when he was ready to talk to the business lady who didn't know the situation-he suddenly said something. Startled, couldn't help turning his head in one direction.
Everyone turned their heads and followed Brando's gaze. They saw a lonely tree over there—
what is this
Brando stayed for a while.