Brando said that he had finally tricked Andríguet into letting the vampire princess spare him temporarily, and then under the leadership of Metisa, he saw the'cocoon' that imprisoned the elder sister. The giant light cocoon is suspended between two ancient white oak trees. It is about eleven or two feet high and can be hug by two people. It is half a person high from the ground and has a spindle shape. There is a vaguely curvy woman inside. From the outline, it can be vaguely seen that it is the female knight Nimesis.
Brando looked up at the light cocoon, walked over and touched the surface tentatively with his hand. The soft light penetrated his palm. The temperature from the surface was similar to that of the human body. Although the light body was very soft, it was extremely Resilience is obviously not so easy to be destroyed. A slightly weakened Medissa told the story of what happened before. Andrique and Modefice walked the same secret road as Bai Jia, but came a step later, so when they came to the ground they only saw This light cocoon and Hippamila, who was unconscious, fell aside.
"Andrique she found this thing near here." Medissa said as she took out a slate. It was the war slab of Dragonskin that Brando had seen under the tomb, but the slab At this moment, it has lost the luster of the metal, it has become gray, and the patterns on the surface have also disappeared a lot. This is obviously how the inheritance in the war slab was energized and disappeared. Brando knew what happened after seeing the slab.
He was relieved. Looking at this light cocoon and replied: "It seems that Ms. Nimesis accidentally triggered this slate, so she has obtained the inheritance of the slate. This light cocoon should be the self-protection mechanism of the war slab, so there is no problem. NS."
"No problem?" Medissa asked with some uncertainty. Compared to Brando, she had never understood these things after all.
"No problem," Brando said affirmatively, "but she should stay in this state for a while. Metisa will stay and take care of Ms. Nimesis for a while. I will arrange for Andriguez to stay. Coming down to accompany you, there shouldn't be any strong enemies around here. You are more than enough to protect each other."
Medissa was startled slightly, keenly aware of the underlying meaning of this sentence, she raised her head and asked: "Lord Lord, you want to leave?"
Brando then remembered that Medissa had been called over by himself halfway through, and he didn't know what happened to Yula, so he explained to her in detail. Medissa frowned when she heard it, and it was obvious that the sudden appearance of the undead was bigger than she had expected. She thought carefully, and then replied: "Although Miss Delphine and I also thought that Her Majesty the Queen had another card, we didn't expect it to be an undead. Fortunately, Yura and Lord Lord, you discovered their arrangement in advance, otherwise We may be caught off guard, and we have to react quickly."
"So you stay here, inform the Shire, and let the port be prepared." Brando said: "But you don't have to worry too much. Things are not as far as you imagined. According to your sister, Bai The legion should use the rule fragments to change the order in the surrounding area of Fatan and transform it into a state of eternal night. Under the double blessing of the sunless state and the land of the dead, the undead will be unprecedentedly strengthened, but humans will in turn. In the chaotic situation of the sudden solar eclipse, their abacus is well beaten, but the key to this plan-the rule fragments of Fattan Harbor are now in our hands. How can I let them be as they please."
After hearing this, Medissa suddenly raised her brows and said, "Lord Lord, I have an idea."
"Um?"
"In fact, before this, Miss Delphine and I planned to make the first move. Instead of waiting for the Silver Queen to line up, we should first disrupt their plan. From a strategic point of view, offense is more active than defense. Now that the initiative is in our hands, why don't we take this opportunity to do more?"
Brando came to be interested. He was not good at war. It was okay to direct a battle, but it was a little stretched to rise to the strategic level. Fortunately, there is Medissa next to him. This little silver elf princess has personally participated in and commanded the battle of the saints. Isn’t it more than enough to deal with the current situation, it is simply overkill, you know, this is the most famous one thousand years ago. Generals, the wars in the mainland of that era were far from comparable.
Medissa smiled mysteriously: "Lord Lord is going to snatch part of the authority of that undead artifact."
Brando nodded and listened to Yula's description. The control of that undead army should be controlled by part of the authority of that undead artifact, in order to control thousands of skeletons marching in the mountains. These thousands of skeletons are not worthy of a show in his eyes, but he is very interested in the artifact of the undead. Even if it is only a part of the authority, he may get something from it, so he nodded and agreed when he heard of Yura's plan. .
"We can give the White Legion a fake show and do it, and then we can calculate it. If we are lucky, we may be able to solve the current predicament of Fattan directly." Metisa replied.
Brando understood the plan of the little silver elf princess as soon as he heard it, and raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about the feasibility of this plan in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the greater the opportunity, and he couldn't help it. Get excited. He took a breath and said solemnly: "If this is the case, first of all, we must be careful not to leak the news. The Cruz people are unlikely to let your sister go alone. They are likely to have a small garrison around here. I have to deal with it. these people."
Metisa nodded, and then asked, "Lord Lord, are you okay alone? Do you need me to go, or call Mr. Charles?"
Brando shook his head. "The Charles let him stay in the port. You and Hippamilla have both come out. I have to leave someone in the port for emergencies. As for you, stay here to heal your injuries. This is an order from the lord. ."
"But I have used holy water, the wound has healed a long time ago, at most it is a bit weak, although there is no way to fight, but the authority of the brigade mage can still be used." Medissa argued weakly. Speaking of the injury, Brando couldn't help but look at her chest. The original shocking wound has gradually healed under the powerful effect of the holy water. Now there are only large patches of white skin under the worn-out armor, and it has just begun. Attractive curves of development.
Brando coughed, suddenly embarrassed.
Only then did Medissa notice that her lord's expression was a bit wrong, and when she looked down, her pretty face was dizzy. She bit her lip and quickly blocked the exposed spring light with her hand. If you change to someone else, you will inevitably get angry in this situation, but with her usual temperament, Medissa can't say anything, and the atmosphere between the two is a bit awkward for a while.
After a while, Brando murmured: "Don't worry, my little princess, I have arranged it. I will not make jokes about Yura's safety, you should understand."
Metissa gave a hum, which was regarded as an answer.
But after a while, she still whispered in an uneasy voice: "Why don't you take Andriguez, she can still fight."
Brando still shook his head: "No need, neither you nor Mordefeis are capable of fighting, and Hippamira is unconscious again. Only Andríguet among you has some fighting strength. I can rest assured that she stays here." After that, he raised his head and glanced at the direction of the entrance on the other side of the valley: "Madala's bone frame should have come in from that direction, and the Cruz people will not be too far away..."
Medissa also looked at the entrance on the other side of the valley. The verdant valley reflected the intoxicating green in the sunlight. She suddenly said, "Maybe someone can help you, Lord Lord."
"Who?" Brando looked back.
"That bone frame, you won't forget it, Lord Lord."
"Krote, it's still alive?" Brando finally remembered the poor creature, and said in surprise.
"Yes, and Sir Lorison wants to see you too."
Brando was stunned, and then nodded. The two fell silent for a while, as if they both understood that one of the problems had not been said yet, but the two were scrupulous about each other's thoughts and were unwilling to take the initiative. Open up. After a while, Brando said quietly: "Medissa, your sister, she..."
"I already know," Medissa shook her head vigorously, "Needless to say, Lord Lord."
Brando looked at the silver elf girl, and Medissa lowered her head, her silent expression made him feel a little uneasy. "Really nothing?"
After being silent for a while, Medissa said: "After the silver elves die, they will go to a place called Alfheim. That is the sacred and serene valley—the Holy Silver Valley. Our silver elves belong to spiritually. One day , I will see my sister there, as well as the father and the queen and the mother. They just reached that gorgeous paradise one step ahead of me."
"Although it sounds beautiful, I hope that Medissa can stay with me forever and live in this world."
"Lord Lord, you really can't comfort people," Medissa almost smiled at him: "Besides, Lord Lord will also get old. One day I will leave the Lord."
"That's okay, I'll go to Alfheim with you then."
"That won't work, that's the holy land of silver elves, you are a human being, you can't enter."
"That's not necessarily, I am a traveler, can't I cross the plane?"
"... You are too capricious, my lord."
…
This is the second time Brando has seen the undead of the Templar knight. It is sitting under a towering white rock with its head down, as if thinking, a long cloak, the end dragged all the way to the ground. The poignant red seems to be the end of a flowing hero. The rusty saber was inserted in front of it, and a beam of golden sunlight shot down from the treetops, shining on the hilt, and the gems on the hilt were shining, as if they were telling one from the passage of time The previous story.
Sir Lawrison was sitting behind this sword, and the injuries on its body seemed to have recovered seven or eighty-eight-at least on the surface, but the golden flames in his eye sockets were fading a lot.
"You are here, young knight." Luo Ruisen raised his head when he felt Brando's arrival, and the golden crown gleamed on its deeply sunken skull.
"I am not a knight," Brando revealed the sword of the earth that he had finally recovered. "I am a warrior, a swordsman, but not a knight."
"It's all the same. With the passing of life, time has different meanings in my eyes, and the past knowledge no longer restricts some eternal meanings." The undead replied: "In my eyes, the knight is not an identity, but an identity. A lofty symbol, it symbolizes someone who has a certain pursuit. I can see your obsession. Why should you deny it? I think it will not embarrass you."
Brando fell silent. "Where's your wife, respectable Mr. Knight?" He looked around, but he did not see the soul of Lorison's lover, nor did he see the shadow of the defeated knight Crotte.
"She left, the mortal world is only a bondage for her, even my love is the same, but she finally got peace and relief, thanks to you." The voice of the undead was calm as a dream.
Brando smiled. "You don't need to thank you, I am not aimless, and the result is not bad, your guarding finally makes sense."
"I'm leaving too," the undead replied: "I can feel a voice calling me, my soul is about to return to eternity, this moment in this world presents various meanings before my eyes, and I can't help but recall my own The era. The Cruz Valley of that era was evergreen and the green fields were like dreams. We can pursue our beliefs and dreams as much as we can..."
Brando listened quietly to Luo Ruisen about his past, like a dying old man, slowly telling the story behind the dusty time, the young knight, the shining faith, the frustration and resistance, and even the waiting of his life. It is the shining will that supports such a belief in speechlessness.
The undead quietly finished the story, then raised his head and looked at Brando with eyes that were beating with golden soul flames.
"I am about to leave, but before I leave, I will give you a gift," the undead said slowly, "please come to me, young knight."
Brando was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Luo Ruisen in surprise-the undead calmly faced his gaze, without showing any maliciousness. Brando hesitated, but walked in front of Lorison. The undead suddenly stood up and stretched out his bones to pull up the saber from the ground, but it did not make an attack. Brando was taken aback and relaxed. Come down. The undead held the sword high, and then gently placed the tip of the sword on Brando's shoulder.
"Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young knight?"
"It will be at your disposal for life," the undead replied: "I have nothing to grow, only some insights from my lifetime. These past memories have long lost their meaning to me, but I hope they can be useful to you. help."
Following this sentence, Brando suddenly felt the surrounding scenery dissipate like gravel in the wind, and waves of solemn sacred voices came from all directions. He raised his head and looked around and found that there was no Lorison's undead. He was alone. A person is in the center of a temple, kneeling on one knee, surrounded by huge French rose windows, a pure white beam of light shoots down through the pores in the empty vault above his head, and falls right beside him. On the ground, it was like a huge spot of light falling in the dark.
In the surrounding darkness, the scene is not clear at all. It is like the benches in the chapel, and it is unknown whether there are people sitting on it. A burst of whispering sounds came from all directions and gathered together, humming, as if it were. Discussing, it seems to be onlookers.
Brando suddenly understood that this scene was the scene that the knight’s soul had experienced, and it was probably one of the few most memorable scenes in his life, but with the passage of time, the original clear memory has also become Blurred, the spectators in this temple are like photographs washed and faded by water. They have been faded to almost no trace, but only what happened in the center of this temple is forever engraved in its memory. Traces of obliteration.
This is the inheritance—
The knight's beliefs and ideals, Luo Ruisen intends to give him his most important things, it had all this on the same occasion, and today he returned the knight's power in the same form. In "Amber Sword", this is also a rare but unforgettable opportunity. The skills mastered by these heroes during his lifetime are far from comparable to those of ordinary goods available everywhere. The key is to incorporate personal understanding and insights into these skills. Most are unique, Brando never dreamed that he could accidentally trigger a hidden mission.
He doesn’t know if he is becoming less and less sensitive to the things in the game, or being assimilated by the world too much. This quest line has to be placed before. He should have noticed it a long time ago. Perhaps he should have noticed the moment it appeared, but he didn't. Until this moment, everything was taken for granted, as if it happened naturally.
He saw a bright white light appearing in front of him. He couldn't see the face of the figure in the white light. It seemed that there were many faces overlapped. Some of them were familiar to him, or even ones he had seen before, but some He was unfamiliar and had never appeared in his memory. These familiar or unfamiliar faces overlap each other. They spoke together, chanting something in a common voice. Brando heard this voice, as if he could hear it clearly, but it seemed that what was in his ears was buzzing. The murmur, until a section of memory merged into his mind.
The glorious knight stands on the hill.
The flags are like forests, and the mountains are like tides.
The sword held high shone coldly.
Brando seemed to see himself and Lorison's life from it, and then he naturally understood the origin of this skill—
The illusion in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the emerald-like background color of the forest returned to his vision. He was still standing under the white giant rock, the woodland was still green like a dream, and Lorisson’s sword was still quietly inserted. In front of him, but the undead of the knight is no longer there, only the afternoon sun shining gently in the forest, dotted with spots on the meadow.
A long cloak lay on the grass with the breath of its predecessor, like blood, dazzling and dazzling.
And Brando's mind was left with a monotonous reminder sound reverberating: "Obtain Templar knight secret skills, holy baptism."
He pondered for a long while before silently picking up the cloak on the ground, then gently covering it on Lorison's saber, then drew out the sword of the earth, and carved a line of flying words on the rock with the tip of the sword:
This is the tomb of a knight. His life has guarded love and faith. His loyalty and ideals may not be known to the world, but the valley is evergreen and his faith lasts forever—