The Amber Sword: Act 515 Holy Alliance III

"Who am I?"

This problem makes Brando discouraged. Teana Novel | 2

Is it Sophie or Brando? Is it Count of Tonigel, or a descendant of Sword Saint Darus? Is it the hero of Aouinian, or is the savior -- designated by Marsha Fool, or the king?

Which of these identities really belongs to him.

Brando watched the high holy white stone intently. The sunlight from the afternoon and Hee slanted on him. The time is like gravel flowing, and the sunlight is changing its light; the shadow above stone wall is also vivid Get up, like a pair of pictures, engraved with unpredictable time.

That is a hero who broke the sky.

A king is taking off the crown.

That's the twilight of a sage.

The belief of an ideal person.

The quadruple figures overlap each other.

It's like a changing light that finally converges on a person.

Brando stands silently in front of the stele, like a heavy light feather, converges behind him, and finally becomes ordinary and invisible.

Everyone is watching this scene, looking at each other. What does the staggered light and shadow on this stele mean? -- is an illusion, or is it a revelation? Who is this youngster, and will it lead to such wonders?

While among the crowd, only Tumen is affirmative, slightly amused. It's called wisdom and profound calmness, just like the future and the mist no longer turn into a heavy curtain. The flame of wisdom splits the path of blood and fire from the dark thorns, because I saw the end of Dawn The light of the moment, so no more fear and confusion.

Brando Feelings of heart, look back. One pair is young eyes, one pair is old eyes, one is student, and the other is a teacher. The young is restrained and enterprising, while the elderly are calm and calm. The millennium's time at this moment is like a passing fire New and old meet each other.

Brando nodded to the elderly.

Thank you for your gratitude.

Maybe these are the two ends of history. The people who are responsible for each will not choose artificial hands.

All the illusions have disappeared, and even the rings have converged, one by one, in their master's hands, restored to their original appearance. But people already forgot all this because Brando turned back silently, staring at everyone.

Who am I?

This question is answered now. He looked at the Leonin with clear eyes in his eyes:

"I am Brando."

The scene is silent.

A man's momentum overwhelms everything.

It took a while before the young Leonin reacted, but the weakness made it a little annoyed and snarled: "Brando? I see, you are the Thane of the Trentheim person, the so-called hero of Aouine ? "

"The teacher is not a so-called hero, but a real hero!" Halutz first stood out, glaring at Leonin over there.

"That's just the hero of Aouinian," Leonin shook his head: "This is the seat of the king, what qualifications does he have to stand here?"

"could it be that isn't he king yet?" Princess Magdelle softened his voice: "Did you not see everything on the stone tablet?"

The young Leonin retreat took a step, and it did not expect that no one supported himself, and even the Buga people and Silver Elf did not stop all of them. But the character who refused to let it refuse to give up, said loudly, "So please tell me, is this Lord Thane the king there?"

Questions echoed over the venue --

Nun-Princess hesitated and shut his mouth.

Aloz jumps angrily, this little dragoness is about to run away on the spot. But the Flova eye diseased hand quickly grabbed her arm and shook her head at her.

"You let go of me, Flova, I must give a little color to that little lion who doesn't know the height!"

"You want to mess up the alliance, Aloz?"

"Aaah!" little dragoness yelled angrily.

Brando, Fina also frequently looked at Delphine in the crowd anxiously, but prime minister's daughter smiled indifferently, showing her a calm and calm look. Her sweetheart was questioned. How could this poor girl calm down? She was so anxious that she even complained to one's own's best friends.

Leonin thinks it is right and shows a winning smile, and proudly said to Brando: "Then, sir, please go back and don't hinder the normal order of the meeting."

Brando glanced at it.

A voice already preliminarily replied: "I'm afraid he won't go anywhere, Naer-Prince Fisher." It was prime minister's daughter's soft, calm voice, and the words Aura wise.

"Why?" The young Leonin turned back and looked at Delphine dissatisfied: "could it be that, don't you understand what I mean, woman?"

"Of course I understand what you mean, Your Highness Prince, but I think you didn't understand what I mean, because Your Majesty belongs here."

"Her Majesty?" Naer-Fisher ‘Ha’ chuckled: “Your Majesty, then may I ask Young Lady, tell me, where is this gentleman the king?”

"He is the king here."

Another voice coldly replied.

Brando turned back a bit keenly, and looked at the crowd unexpectedly.

Naer-Fisher didn't find out the source of the sound for a while, but he didn't have to find out, he replied arrogantly: "The king here? Is this the king of the wilderness? Or the king of Saers?" >

Wind Elf stood up and simultaneously stood up, glaring at him.

The young Leonin prince knew his words and hurriedly made an apology gesture to Wind Elves. But it does not intend to let go of Brando, but looks in the direction of Kirrlutzian.

But the firm voice continued: "Because it is neither Manketor nor Saers."

"That's funny," Naer-Fisher was annoyed by this hidden voice: "So where is this, could it be that, we all don't know where we are?"

Two or three chuckles came from the crowd.

Delphine looked at that direction and smiled lightly, but smiled proudly: "His Royal Highness naturally knows where he is, but he doesn't notice it for a while. In our world, isn't could it be that named Vaunde?"

"The king of Vaunde?"

Naer-Fisher showed an exaggerated look, he laughed twice: "How can I not know that there is such a title -- in this world"

But it suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Prince Leonin saw this time it was Kirrlutzian simultaneously to stand up and looked at it gloomily; at that moment, Naer-Fisher suddenly remembered that it seemed that there was indeed such a title in this world.

That's King of Kings, Sovereign of Sovereigns --

But it only belonged to one person.

The man is called Gaetel, a youngster from the Great Plains; he is the ancestor of Kirrlutzian, the first master of Holy Sword Ordefeiss', but also Flame King, the co-owner of the Holy Alliance.

So there was only the sound of rustling winds blowing on the blades of grass.

Everyone's eyes are focused on Brando. For the first time, people feel that the hilt that reflects the sun behind them is shining with some burning eyes.

Brando finally realized that there was nothing wrong. The answer given to him by Delphine seemed to be so unusual. In the eyes of everyone, he went back to look for the prime minister's daughter, but the latter hid in the crowd with a bright smile, like a conspiracy little devil.

This is how she hopes to see it.

Suddenly, the simultaneously separated, leaving a person out of it.

Brando looked at the master of the voice, subconsciously retreat took a step to --, the eldest son of Correct Kirrlutzian. Lenarret was slowly walking out of the crowd, and looked at everyone calmly, then took a crown from the one's own attendant.

This action made Brando finally find the answer to that question, that is, what kind of identity did Delphine give him?

But this identity ...

Brando looks at Lenarret silently, his eyes seem to ask:

"Why?"

But the eldest son only shook his head slightly.

He no longer looked at Brando, but held up the crown with both hands, and replied loudly to everyone present: "Even with Flame Holy Ring, the last emperor of the empire referred to one person as the successor of Kirrlutz; Today, Jin Yan ’s faith has not extinguished, and Holy Sword Ordefeiss also owns this new master, so Kirrlutzian will keep its promise and support him as king -- ”

So --

"He will be the legal monarch of Kirrlutzian."

Wow --

It's not just the crowd at the venue.

At this moment, even the nobles of Kirrlutzian shook. People stood up from the one's own position one by one, and the heads of for a moment surged.

There is a big bang.

Brando stands like a pillar of stone carving, standing among the crowd. It turned out that the ring was the legendary to Flame Holy Ring, and the night of Lucita was vividly remembered. The unwilling look before The Silver Queen was dying was like a slender knife carved into his heart.

That is clearly a nostalgia for life.

Why are you still on that path?

He was puzzled.

But it's clear.

Brando turned back silently, glaring at Fina severely. The ojou-sama of Mehotolphine shrank his neck, knowing that he had lost his neck, and replied anxiously, "Brando, you must accept it."

Brando looks again at Delphine, Great Sage Vala and the old prime minister Nederhoven, and Duke of Mehautofen and Duke of Ludwig here. Is this all they want? Or everything she wants? But if he refuses, then not only Fina and Delphine will lose face, Kirrlutzian will also become a laughing stock.

So what's the answer?

However, Brando is asking himself.

At that moment, prime minister's daughter converged the smile on his face.

She came to raises head and looked at Brando softly. There was some simplicity in her eyes. Her step by step pushed him to a desperate situation, but it can also be said that step by step put him on the last step of this throne. Then, do you choose to follow the heart of one's own, or embark on the final road?

It turns out that's everything.

Brando finally understood what The Silver Queen passed to one's own.

He shook his head.

When everyone was watching his movements, he only raised his hands silently and took the crown from the eldest son.

"Remember what you said to Halutz?" Brando said to Lerainat softly: "It's yours, and one day, no one can take it away from you."

Lenarret froze, and raises head looked at Brando.

"I think you will be a good king someday." Brando silently lowered his head and put the crown on the head of one's own. Then he turned around, leaving only a back view for the eldest son. At that moment, the venue was a bit unspeakably quiet, and the wind seemed to stop.

The young Leonin prince subconsciously retreat took a step, and his face turned pale.

Halutz clenched his fists with excitement. This is his teacher, the person he admires most; no matter how difficult it is, he cannot be knocked down. He is like a living legend that can be reflected in the reality of everyone.

Hope, the civilized Fire Seed is in the dark, but there will eventually be a hand that will pick them up again. Delphine watched this scene silently, and for a moment the prime minister's daughter turned around and blinked slightly.

Brando came to everyone in silence, stopped, and watched everyone calmly:

"Now, I prove why I am here --"

"Next, as the heir to this supreme throne, following the ancient contract, I will exercise all my powers --. I think it's time to end these red tapes, right?"

"So everyone, can you agree?"

The envoys of the nations have some surprises.

What is the supreme throne, does could it be that Kirrlutzian really think that with a title, you can regain that glory? That's not just as simple as the owner of Holy Sword Ordefeiss', it's King of Kings, Sovereign of Sovereigns.

But will there be a second Gaetel in this world?

But until a firm voice already rang: "I agree."

Princess Magdelle left the one's own seat and gestured to Brando with soft eyes. Then she raised her one's own voice again: "Silver Bay nations, agree."

"Aouine, agree." Halutz also exclaimed.

"Nine Phoenixes, agree." Feng Huo replied calmly.

Thane of Lorrainedale suddenly stood up.

"Where are you going, teacher?" Yarut looked at him.

"I'm going to answer a question." Istorville had a smile on his thin face.

He rose from the table and came to Brando.

"Use the sword, dear Lord Flame King." The King of Lorrainedale said with a smile.

Brando froze, but then came to understand, and smiled slightly, throwing up a glaucome. Istorville steadily caught the sword, and then held up the sword, the light of the sky, flashing a dazzling brilliance on sword edge.

"Holy SwordSky --!"

Wind Elves exploded and screamed.

elf Regent Grip the sword handle gently, insert the sword into the ground, then turn around and nodded at Yalta not far away.

"Teacher?"

"Ring."

Yaruta looked at the shining Holy Sword, and then he responded. He removed the Wind Empress ring from his hand and handed it over. Istorville took the Holy Ring and gently placed it on the hilt of the sky Holy Sword.

One sword and one ring, each other shines.

Brando looked at this scene, and with a smile, he pulled out Ordefeiss backhand, and inserted this Blade of Golden Flame into the ground. He returned to the head, Delphine had long understood, and put Flame Holy Ring on the sword.

The two ordinances stand opposite each other.

Two rings that cross each other.

Yaruta deeply breathed in, summoned all courage: "Saers, agree."

The crowd is uproar.

High Druid stood up in gray fury, and the small figure of Funiya smiled gently aside.

"Aerlanta, agree."

Insidolon also stood up.

"Madara also borrows a sword."

The Black Lord stood in front of Brando and smiled lightly: "Dear Lord Thane, don't come here."

Brando also smiled and nodded at him.

The two looked at each other. They were similar to each other, they were rivals, but they also fought side by side. After the Sea of Dead Moon party, to this day, fate seems to make them once again allies.

"Thank you." Insidolon held the arbitration and answered with a smile.

"You're welcome, say hello to Targus on my behalf."

"I will."

Three Holy Sword, three rings.

The Madara queen watched this moment and said gently, "Madara, agree."

"Agree."

"Agree."

There are more and more followers.

Dwarf King Carifen laughed loudly and watched this scene with admiration. With the urging of Delfhyr and Manrique, he also raised the one's own warhammer and replied roughly, "Mithril Hall, agree."

The crowd is boiling again.

Many nobles from different regions have not fully responded yet. I don't understand where this Count of Tonigel is sacred.

But Correct At this moment, Delfhyr already put down Sword sheath, Manrique devotedly raised Holy Sword Misol from it. He raised his sword, then inserted it into the gravel with both hands, forming a ring with the other three handles Holy Sword.

Faanzanian is uproar.

"Holy Sword Misor of Light!" someone even shouted already.

Knights of Judgement stood up staggeringly, staring at the scene in astonishment. However, with the reminder of others, he remembered to hand over a ring to the one's own attendant, and the attendant trot all the way, holding the ring of light, and placed it on the handle of Holy Sword.

Knights of the Graciousness raised his hand: "Faanzan, agree!"

Four Holy Swords shine in front of the holy white stele.

"Look, that's the sword of the shallow sea --!" The Hazellians suddenly got excited, because they saw another sword, a -- light blue sword edge sword that appeared in the hands of Brando, as crystal Cast, faint and cold light, that Correct Frost Chanter Xinna.

"Oh my god, I didn't expect it to be existence!"

"Adult crystal's relic symbolizes Holy Sword in shallow water!"

Hazellian suddenly realized what they were, raises head, looking at Brando.

Brando also looked at the people of these knowledge dragons crystal and reversed the sword: "Hazellian, remember your commitment thousands of years ago, are you willing to return to this sacred contract?"

"We are willing." The Great Prophet already stood up first.

Brando just twitched lightly.

Five Holy Sword --

On the sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom flashes the indescribably beautiful luster above the ring face.

At this moment, people finally set their sights on the Leonin of Torquine. The Leonins complexion stood up embarrassingly. --. Of course they know who the earth Holy Sword Harlangaia is. But their prince, His Highness Naer-Fisher, had previously made things difficult for the new King of Flames. How could the other party give up this opportunity to humiliate them?

Naer-Fisher also clenched his fists and stood in humiliation.

It can choose to leave, but Goldmane Leonin's previous efforts will be reduced to fly ash. It is full of unwillingness. Obviously that step already is close at hand, can it just make everything go wrong because of one's own's fault?

The young Leonin Warrior raises head came to Brando, and already prepared to bow his head.

But what he saw was serious and sincere eyes.

"So, what about Holy Cathedral of Earth?"

Naer-Fisher opened his mouth wide.

Dwarf King Carifen suddenly turned around, staring at the allies of Torquine. At this moment, the entire venue was so quiet that the needle was audible. Even the peripheral nobles held its breath.

"We ..." Naer-Fisher's green eyes looked at the youngster in disbelief, the Count of Tonigel who had never been in his eyes: "... we agree."

Brando raises his hand gently.

So after a thousand years, Earth Sword Harlangaia finally returned to the hands of Torquine people. The young Leonin Warrior gasped in a big mouth and almost had some unreal illusions. He gently sniffed his nose and felt the real high mountain in his hand and the Aura of the earth.

Duda's tears burst out suddenly.

Naer-Fisher growled, this Leonin's Warrior finally understood at this moment what the taste of tears is, and why the blood and tears of countless ancestors will flow for thousands of years.

Now, this heavy glory has finally returned to the hands of the Torquine people.

"Your deserved glory," Istoville whispered as he watched the scene, "but still needs to defend."

The last sword was also erected, the legendary stone blade on Correct.

So far, only the last part of the world of order is missing.

Six handles Holy Sword, obliquely long shadow, silent narration is like an epic. That is the stacking of countless times, the interweaving of heroes and legends. Every sword, every master, each era, each can sing and cry, the name shines into people's hearts at this moment.

Until Buga people into play, King of Wizard Solomon fall the hammer of the fixed voice.

"Buga people, agree."

Everyone knew at that moment that a new era had begun.

It will be an era when mortals fight against fate, and everyone will use one's own courage to fight for the future of a world.

But the center of all eyes is on the back of the not-so-high youngster. The lower corner of Brando Count's windbreaker fluttered with the wind above the field, and his brazen long, quiet expression, like a sculpture, became eternal at this moment.

That is also the back of an era.

Same young.

The same handheld Holy Sword.

The same conviction.

And equally fearless.

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