The Amber Sword: Act 177 Gritta and Alvit

The dim candlelight spreads along the direction of the curtain. At the end of the light is a beautiful woman carved out of ice. The face emerging from the darkness is the dusty snow fairy as described in mythology, but her straight nose and chin But it seemed to be carved out with a chisel, each line was clear, she was staring at a youngster in front of her, and a faint blue light occasionally appeared in the depths of her eyes. The youngster was sitting on a gray flutter wooden box, frowning heavily, holding a cheek with one hand, supporting his elbows on his thighs, and unwittingly rubbing his shiny riding boots into the dust. Pieces of glass.

Sharp shards glitter in the candlelight, like pearls in the gravel.

"Grieta, you seem to be impatient?" The woman's voice seemed to come from under the nightmare abyss, like a piercing icy wind, and everything passing by was frozen, sending a burst of mortal hair Crisp ringing. But the youngster called Greta is not a mortal. To be precise, he is a dead person. The dead will not feel cold because they have no body temperature at all. -- heard this problem. Greta raises head came and used The beating, crimson-like Soul Fire was watching the Banshee Queen.

He then revealed an elegant smile, which was more than the smile on the gentlest gentleman's face among human beings, but it appeared incongruously on a cold, stiff face without trace of blood. Kong Shang, but it does not make people feel strange at all, but makes people feel like a spring breeze. "You don't know. Ms. Alvit, I didn't want to come to this place where the birds don't **** from the beginning. People often say that undead has the least style. Because they always stay in those Death Qi heavy places, and this place is more than the least The grade of undead is still a hundred times worse. may I ask, would you feel boring at could it be that in this kind of place? "In the future, Madara's Imperial Sword, who will be called the strongest Sword Saint after Darus, asked openly.

"I'm neither bored nor bored. That kind of thing doesn't make any sense to me, but I know you're not worried about it. It's the person you're about to meet." Alvit answered indifferently. Road.

"Yes, because he is the owner of this place. existence, which is even more terrible than a place that is 100 times less tasteful than the most tasteless undead, is the owner of this place. I hope he never returns To be complacent about the one's own masterpiece is even more, extremely terrifying. "

"In fact, what can you worry about. I saw him before that person. Before he died, we had a relationship. At that time, he was also a mortal, but bloodline is more noble and is Miirna, that's it. "

"How many years have you lived, madam?"

"I thought you should ask, how many years have you died --"

"Okay. When I didn't say it." youngster helplessly, and then asked again: "Have you really seen that person?"

Alvit nodded: "I saw him in Yas Bay about a thousand and two hundred years ago. But at that time we were in a hurry, but I knew who he was, but he didn't know who I was. . "

"What was he like at that time, was it so scary in rumors?"

"Are you afraid of him?" Banshee Queen asked back.

"could it be that isn't you afraid of looking at me like this?" Gritta froze slightly, couldn't help but look down to check the one's own look, and wanted to know what was wrong there.

"You look scared. But undead is -- that can't feel real fear"

"Failure." youngster sighed: "He is a Prophet, and he witnessed the demise of the empire. For a thousand years, he watched his ethnic group decline and be expelled, forgotten by Marsha, watching All glory disappeared invisible, the wind sand buried ruins belonging to an era behind the history, but he was indifferent. Is he powerless? -- No, in the legend he has the power to destroy the world. In Maldos, he Is second only to Dragon of Darkness, no, maybe higher, just unknown to others. As long as he is make a move, Four Sages has no chance of winning, but he is indifferent. What is he thinking? "

"What are you thinking?" Alvit gave Gritta a surprised look: "These things have nothing to do with you."

"I'm thinking that such a person must keep a secret, this secret can answer all the answers, does that let us come here, does Correct prove this?" Gritta said cheerfully.

"I thought your curiosity would not be so vigorous."

"It's boring, ma'am, but your keeping one's mouth shut makes me admire."

Banshee Queen stared at the dead man with dim blue eyes until the latter flinched.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, anyway, I don't think someone like you who has lived a thousand or hundreds of years will know nothing," Gritta said helplessly, "but all the time I'm thinking about a problem. It should have been 60 years ago in the war. Countries should have seen some corresponding things on already. How can they remain indifferent to the present, and has n’t anything happened in the meantime? Do you know? "

"What?"

"I mean," Greta suddenly stood up and whispered, "Don't you think this looks like tenths?"

Alvit looked at this person puzzled.

Grieta scratched her messy hair like hay and explained: "Why didn't they solve the problem at one time and keep all the contradictions to this day? I mean Her Majesty the Kirrlutzian Queen If I remember correctly, the second time Holy War, Dragon Race and Buga should be present, they can handle this perfectly perfectly, but they chose to remain indifferent, and even contributed to the development of the situation, if not for them Come to Her Majesty today? "

Alvit Pico frowned seems to have no interest in this. "Maybe they are happy to see it, maybe they are also confused. You must understand that starting with a thousand years ago, the four Holy Cathedral is on the side of justice, this justice is by no means vocal justice. Nor is it hypocrisy, if they are in This point is untenable, they will lose their morality, just like today ’s Holy Cathedral of Fire --, whether it ’s the Protestant or the old Priest and Bishop, they can still perform Divine spell and gain strength from Way of the Golden Flame, which shows the morality in their hearts It ’s not skewed. It ’s just a different position. "

"You seem to know their teachings well?" Grieta's eyes flashed, as if she had discovered the new continent.

But Alvit shook his head impatiently. Negative: "If you witness from the birth of these four Holy Cathedral to today's historical one by one, you will understand more."

Grieta showed a look uglier than crying: "Madam, although I understand that you are well qualified to say this, but can you not take this for granted. It is a blow to my self-confidence. -- experience and experience can make A person becomes extremely wise, and years and times have not left a trace on you, but have added your glory and charm. I know this is very enviable, but if you always show off, I will Can't stand it. "

For Greta's idiom, Alvit did not say a word, it is clear that this youngster way of speaking has long been used to it.

The latter did not get a response from her. But also not discouraged, he continued: "But I agree with you, maybe they are also very confused. But if Her Majesty is the destined hero, what can they be confused?"

"Some things haven't happened and no one can say is right or wrong --"

"Is there another possibility?"

Banshee Queen turned back suddenly, coldly asked, "what exactly do you want to say?"

"Nothing," Gritta smiled slightly. "It's just a saying, then. You should have seen those real heroes, such as Four Sages. Ms. Alvit?"

"Almost, in that era, I had heard some of their legends, but I didn't really meet them."

"What about Flame King?"

"He is special. That youngster is full of infinite possibilities. Those Bards use miracles to describe his life, but it is also appropriate."

"So Flame King is indeed a legend," Greta asked again, "Ms. Alvit, do you say that anyone in this world can really foresee the future?"

"There is one where you are."

"No," Greta shook his head and said, "That man's vision of the future is at best nothing more than a kind of revelation. The prophet can see strange and strange scenes from the revelation. These scenes are chaotic, but they are only just In the future, forget it/that's all, they can see these fragments, but they cannot change. I mean, if someone can see the future and change it, -- "

"Unless the person you said is an oracle, God races is said to have this ability in ancient times." Alvit coldly replied.

Grieta stopped speaking after listening to this sentence, and lowered her head to think. After a while, a dusty giant door in front of the two of them suddenly emits a muffled sound of creaking and grating and tooth ache, and then slowly opens to the sides. No one is behind the giant door, as if it is self-conscious and greets automatically The guests came from afar.

Alvit and Gritta both came to raises head at the same time, and saw an old man with a body of hunched back slowly coming out of the darkness behind the door. This old man was wearing robe, holding a most common wooden staff, and started his journey. Comes trembling, as if a candle in the wind. The lamp will run dry at any time. But when Tarig saw him, he stood involuntarily. Some people were sung in legends, but some people were legends themselves, just like the one in front of him. Before long, his stories were more in Vaunde. To Man Ruoxing, his name, whether it was a thousand years ago or at a thousand years later, was enough to make anyone feel enchanted.

Although it's just an ordinary Miirna's name, it doesn't even need a narrative, so already resounds in the dark.

Even Gritta couldn't help but look down at the agate-like gaze, bow her head deeply, and bow her salute.

But only Alvit stands still.

...

The glory of the sun crosses the sky west of Metz, and does not stay on the inherent trajectory for a moment because of anyone's attention. It is like a burning meteor falling at an irresistible speed continent End of the Western Sea and Sky. When a certain moment passed, the silvery woodland was no longer sunny, but was stained with a layer of light red, and the twilight was concealed in the western sky. The stars are like diamond powder dotted in light purple. Sunset background.

White's legion's Knights is escorting Undead Army through the last section of the Golden Needle Valley. Knight Captain Manoli looks up at the sky, and the time is just right. Although there is no one in valley part, mountain people have long continued to migrate north, south of Vala Firmly attracted the sight of those incompetent nobless in Fatham Port, but no one wants to spend the night in this forest full of strange legends, especially with such a large pile of bones and shelves.

Although they are the bravest Knight, there is nothing wrong with it, but most of the legends in this forest come from the creepy stories of mountain people. Those legends from the previous era are filled with awesome mysteries.

He raised his hand and gestured to the Knights around him. -- is the last section of the valley in front of it. The gently rolling ridges form a narrow pass, which is the most complicated area here, and it is also very suitable for setting. . Although it is said that this place has been uninhabited for a long time, due to a cautious nature, he feels that it is safer to send scout exploration in accordance with the military code of Kirrlutz.

Manoli understands this deeply. The reason why Duke adults fancy themselves to implement this important quest / mission is because of their careful temperament. This character is a bit too indecisive as an Commander, but in the present situation it just applies. Anyway, he never thought that he would take another step up. Knight Captain is a relatively satisfactory already in the rank of Empire. s position.

Knight is his one's own personal guard, and soon understood what he meant, and set off. Manoli noticed that when Earth Raptor passed the forest, he didn't startle any bird, which was not a good sign, and made him frown deeply.

Sure enough, just a moment later, he heard a roar from one's own personal guard, followed by the roar of the horse. With the experience that has been marching for many years, he even distinguished the sound of feather arrows breaking.

"There is an ambush!"

Knight's voice sounded at the same time as the voice in his mind.

...... (to be continued)