The Amber Sword: Act 453 Return Home

"Let the kingdom inherit the ideals of Lord Count. This ideal will serve as the entire Aouine, not Trentheim, or any single territory under the noble division. You should understand the short-sightedness of those people, only the kingdom's vision It will be long-term. We cannot hope that everyone is Lord Count, but each Aouinian understands the meaning of power and dignity. "

Roulind revealed an incredible light in his eyes. He had never heard such a statement, which made him feel as if he knew the other person's elder brother who had looked down on him for the first time, and subconsciously was silent.

"But Lord Count already is gone."

"it doesn't matter, but his Will is still there, and we have His Royal Highness, I believe Prince Halutz must understand the aspirations of Lord Count."

"What do you want to do?"

"royalist already is a thing of the past, but Aouine's does need a new conviction, Roulind. We have like-minded people, why do we need to merge with the past?" Heinz's eyes flashed a bright light, there seemed to be a flame inside.

The starry light falls on this dark forest.

Darkness seems to allow Brando's Perception to expand in all directions. The eye of the heart looks at the whole forest. The leaves, insects, light wings of night owls, whispers, and any small details in the dark corners. Not reflected in his heart.

He stopped, and was in the forest, as if he were part of this silent nature. Although he was almost injured in the battle between the stagnation world and Arkent in the first battle, since Mother Marsha cured his injury and returned to Vaunde, he always felt close to the world Laws. Strength seems to be growing every moment, getting closer and closer to the level already that he was familiar with.

"Adult is in a bad mood?" Scarlett also stopped and said slightly guiltily, "Is it because we have been too long in Faithwind Circle?"

She lowered her head: "If it weren't for me too careless who got Buga ..."

"Nothing. Sasaarland deserves it," Brando shook his head, and his thoughts were not in this matter. He naturally heard the conversation in the distant wooden house, and it seemed that he had an increasing and wider influence on Aouine's, but it was difficult to say clearly whether it was good or bad.

But he doesn't intend to stop it.

Aouine certainly needs more than just one person. This ancient kingdom has its future, its next generation. At least these people already and their parents have different ideas, like a pool of standing water, with new ripples.

"Scarlett?"

Brando suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"Can I invite my Captain of the Guard, can you walk with me?"

mountain people girl stunned: "Sir, aren't we leaving?"

"Of course not," Brando replied: "Although I invited my Captain of the Guard, it took her time to rest. You can't always keep such a face at all times, right?"

Scarlett shows a puzzled look.

Brando smiled slightly. extend the hand said: "Come to me, don't follow the general steps, could it be that, I look terrible?"

Scarlett watched Brando's hand stretched out. She hesitated for a while before putting one's own on it. When Brando held her hand, the girl's movements became noticeably stiff, but soon, she softened.

Brando watched Scarlett's awkward walking movement. Could not help but a little funny: "could it be that my Captain of the Guard is actually a puppet man?"

Under the bright moonlight, Scarlett seems to have lost the ability to speak. Head down did not say a word.

Brando smiled and shook his head, but his mind was a little elusive.

He often dreams these days.

Dream to the past, Bucce's at night, Romaine, and upperclasswoman and Her Highness the Princess, and to kill and escape in the dark. Dreams are strange. Some are real, some are absurd, as if someone in each dreams is trying to talk to him and tell him everything about the past and the future.

He couldn't help thinking of the Sasaarland alliance.

The wizard already were held in secret, but they disappeared in Faithwind Circle. Sasaarland people may have some trouble investigating. Therefore, he handed those people over to Druids, but the power of World Circle was nothing but not inferior Silver Alliance, Druids owed him a favor in the matter of Faithwind Circle, and the two have always cooperated well, which is not trivial.

He interrogated a lot of things from those people. It is not surprising that the Sasaarland people's puppets of war slate, after all, they were once the 'owners' of these Taboo knowledge. Some ambitionists want to use this to restore the former status of Silver Lineage, reappear the empire above the sky, and let the Buga people re-flow the silver veins. Since the change of 'tiamat' Laws, the status has fallen. Such arrogant ideas have increased within Silver Alliance. There is a market.

He heard that Buga people hurriedly withdrew from the Four Borders Plain meeting. What they wanted was that there were internal differences and different voices. Vladimir and Salder Warlock have been splitting the silver federation, and Correct is the best opportunity for them .

This was originally an internal affairs of Silver Lineage, but the Sasaarland people reached out to Aouine and made Brando feel a bit of dangerous Aura. The gray Wizards showed that if there was no hostility towards Princess Gryphine, it was obviously more than just capturing the slate.

He saw such a future in his dream Correct. He didn't know if that future was true or not, but it puzzled him. He went to subconsciously extend the hand, as if trying to seize the world, Moonlight passed through his fingers, looking a bit hazy.

The distant forest is still immersed in darkness and shadows, but it is not difficult to see the undulating mountain shadows of Grahár Mountain Ranges; there is a sparkling stream passing through the mountain forest, allowing the pebbles to emit a bright light in the moonlight, Several young deer were passing flashes from the forest.

Out of Sarnan, he set foot on the land of Fir Tree Shire. The commercial road in this Black Forest can be said to have been developed by Correct, but walking along this road, he has a peculiar approach to hometown.

Where is his hometown?

Trentheim, or Bruglas, or Bucce, is it past or present?

"Scarlett, what do you think of the world?" Brando stopped suddenly and asked back.

This problem is a bit too big. The mountain people girl was silent for a moment before shaking her head in silence.

Brando smiled. Actually, he didn't expect to get an answer, or already got an answer. The world in people's hearts has different meanings in people's hearts. It becomes bright or dark with people's hearts. For different people, there is no fixed answer.

What is the world he wants?

Brando silently ponders the answer to this question.

But the same problem seems to touch some thoughts in the mountain people girl.

Brando suddenly felt a pair of hands hugging himself from behind, he felt the nervous heartbeat of Scarlett, clinging to his back, as if there was no distance to pass to his heart.

"What's wrong, Scarlett?"

Scarlett did not say a word.

"Are you scared?"

"I heard the old people say that the gods will become stars in the sky, shining on their people on the earth. I am afraid that one day, Lord Thane will leave us."

Brando could not help laughing and tears burst into tears when he heard the words. This silly girl held Scarlett and let her hands on her chest: "Where's that god? We are all just mortals."

Scarlett is silent.

Brando suddenly stopped laughing.

He felt endless power pouring into the body of one's own. Every breath, as if echoing in the mountains, rustled in the pine forest, turned into a sound of waves, as if it were his heartbeat, heaven. With the earth, at this moment they all become a whole together.

Brando closed his eyes and felt that one's own spirit / mind was slightly resonance. He felt that the sound of golden hammer hammer echoed in the blood of one's own. The rumbling sound was the echo of the silver Laws line.

Laws constitutes his body, Mana constitutes his blood. When he opens his eyes, he rises like the morning light, when he closes his eyes, it is like a bright moon when he is empty, exhales the north wind, and the words spoken are transformed into Laws and symbols. At each step of life, life is born from the footprints. When his heart beats, he becomes one with the pulse of the earth.

Brando sighed one breath.

At that moment, he saw the end of the sage, where Marsha seemed to be waiting for him in the light.

"I won't leave you," he said softly to Scarlett, "I swear."

It's close to already.

Crossing this forest is the field of Fir Tree Shire, and the moonlight of Black Forest is presumably equally cold on the land.

...

Early morning.

The junction of Green Village's original site and Black Forest has been deserted here since Fir Tree Shire opened a new channel into Black Forest from the direction of Schafflund. Few of the shrubby ruins pass by, and only occasional adventurers will approach here or stay here briefly.

A broken wall in the forest witnessed the decline of this place. To the east of the village, Trentheim people built a sentry tower here. Sentinel Hard stood on the top of the tower, and the forest a few miles away was within his field of vision, and he was wonderingly seeing that a group of people were walking in the direction of Green Village.

Captain was frowning with a kettle to cook tea. The news from the north was tense one day. I heard that White Lion Guards already and the rebels were at war, but the wind was tightly closed. It was rumored that the rebels already had hit. Vlada-Pace, after a while, they heard that the insurgent already arrived at the Pallas fortress.

But in any case, it is mostly bad news. At least the army already from the north captured Ampere Searl. This is indeed the real news. Even the shipping has been intermittent. The number of businessmen who came to Fir Tree Shire has decreased significantly. Already.

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net