The Amber Sword: Act 185 The Battle of the Sages III

Cold wind passes through the battlefield like gravel and dust across the dark ground. The collar flower in front of the Count coat is swinging in one direction. Hold it with one hand and straighten it. Novel Chinese iqi.

The purple chalcedony button reflects a thin line from the sky. Brando stands on a horse's back like a straight spear. Facing all this, the big earthquake shook, and the small stone tablet moved on the solid ground.

The light on the sky gradually faded, and the setting sun was burning with the last trace of residual heat.

A silver network extended from the clouds behind him, over the top of his head, and extended forward, the silver pulses of light cascaded forward, connected to each other, one grid one grid, shining.

The turbulent wind blows his long hair, dark brown hair brushes his cheek, a trace of a trace, Brando's looks peaceful, as if listening to a long song in the standing.

The song, like a long wind, crossed the battlefield with countless ideals and countless memories.

Thousands of voices overlap each other; ten million Wills converge as one.

Clouds and mists travel over the battlefield.

Knights stopped, their vague faces seemed to have a gaze, staring at one end of the battlefield.

In all corners of the battlefield, the twenty-seven Kings of the Ancients wearing laurel crowns turned back on horsebacks. They clenched their swords in their hands, but cast their eyes in one direction.

Lion Heart Holy Sword shines.

A hundred and eighty years ago, a Knight team arrived in Grey Mane Valley today.

A man stood in front of Knights and said:

"I swear by my sword that Aouine will bear the glory and sweep away all oppression and injustice. My people, my subjects, will follow the oath of the sages and walk along this path. If one day, the glory Abandon us and this sword will no longer shelter this country. "

One thousand six hundred years ago. A banner rose above the battlefield of the Great Plain, reflecting the dawn of that day.

"So why do we fight? Knights, Kirrlutzian, my brothers for victory. For the future, for tomorrow, for our descendant, no longer live in the shadow of Miirna's. What we need, not charity. Men Tell me, what do we need? "

Wang Wang with Blade of Golden Flame listening.

The wind is blowing through the clouds.

The migratory bird opened its wings and made a loud noise.

Nine hundred and ninety years ago, Mist Elf was founded in the Supreme Court.

"This forest of eternal family, since then has been our kingdom, elves, we have traveled thousands of thousands, in order to find this eternal residence, we are born here. Sleep here, from then on, No war "

Before an epoch, two great Wills converged on top of cloud summit.

"Twilight, this time is different, the future will no longer belong to you and us."

Knight raised spear and issued an oath, a little blue above the sky, bright as Xia.

Then there are tens of thousands of voices, very noisy. Echoed in his mind:

"So, why should we give up authority?"

"Can you determine the consequences of failure?"

"Marsha what is she doing."

"This is our last concession ..."

"Restart the world, sorry, we failed ..."

Brando closed her eyes.

Listen. This is the voice of the sages.

The struggle of countless generations, the bloodshed and sacrifice of countless generations, those recorded in history, and those forgotten by history, the long river flows like the sparkling light on the river. each's memories are like an epic flow.

All of these have an ultimate answer.

When Brando reopened his eyes, the silver grid was reflected deep in his eyes, like the fire of silver, burning. His raises head, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the clouds, and saw the rows of the matrix arranged outside the Vaunde world. Countless rays of light were hanging from these satellites, penetrating the cloud curtain and falling to the ground.

The entire battlefield seems to be separated by silver lines.

"This is Bible from tiamat."

"Time and Space, energy and mass, here and now, no longer distinguish each other, what is the ultimate power in this world?"

"existence"

"Countless people have sacrificed countless lives. For everything that Correct has achieved, in order for us to be able to existence on this world, for civilization and order to survive, for ideals and beliefs to continue to shine.

"So," said a voice softly, "we have no reason to give in."

one and a half's transparent female body image is projected from the cloud and landed next to Brando. Her body is slightly disturbed, as if it will disappear at any time.

"Lady Tiamas, maybe I should call you Marsha?"

"I? Marsha? It's still far, that's not the authority I can grab, it doesn't belong to me." The woman smiled and shook her head.

"So, all of this is what you arranged. Who are you?"

Brando feels the power of resonance in his body. If he doesn't understand what happened at this moment, he also has the experience of a lifetime, he asked so softly.

Bai looked at him and said three words in a mouth.

to Saint.

"So, why?"

"Don't you have an answer in your heart yet?" Bai turned and looked at the Crystalline army that was getting closer and replied.

"What is this power?" Brando raises head, looking at the silver pillars of light falling through the sky, pierced the clouds like raindrops, and plummeted to the horizon.

"This is authority, authority of the whole world."

"This world is made of it and was born for it. It is the truth of the world that Dragon of Twilight is striving for, but unfortunately, it belongs only to the true king."

"The real king, who do you mean?"

White glanced at him and shook his head: "Maybe you, but it's not enough, but maybe one day, you will get that key. So, say now, take a good look at it, this may be It's the last thing I can do for you. "

Brando did not hear the meaning behind this sentence. In took a deep breath, the tremor of the earth is becoming more and more obvious, and the army of Crystalline is almost in sight.

He came to raises head, staring at the battlefield ahead. At that moment, as if millions of Will were added to him, countless voices echoed in his mind, converging into one sentence.

"This is our authority, our country, our civilization, our history, this is Time and Space, the blade that God has given us, this is amber, a sword that changes destiny, and one day it will go back and change everything "

"Go forward, our successor, our king, we will personally crown you, bring the laurels, bathe in the mountains, take over this authority, and end all this, fate and chains."

Brando with five fingers pointing upwards.

Directly opposite the black plague legion

The entire front of Crystalline is legion.

With a loud noise, millions of Crystalline rise from the ground and struggle helplessly in the air.

There was a moment of silence on the battlefield.

Out of the atmosphere of Vaunde, tens of millions of satellites burst into a bright strip of light in a matrix arranged like a ring of stars, emitting intense rays of light and running frantically.

A bright river of light hangs over the entire world. It traverses the sky, like a flowing galaxy, emitting a bright light.

That moment.

The whole world is resonance. Deep in the world, there seems to be a voice echoing. The scepter of truth is slowly descending from above the world.

It clasped in the hands of Brando.

Her Majesty Madara's even forgot to pick up one's own Mercury Staff.

Undead Thane didn't notice the failure of their monarch at all.

Adeni covered his mouth in disbelief.

Targus tightened the reins, looking at the scene with a complex look.

"Marsha ... Come on." Public Knights almost squeezed these bytes out of the throat.

Behind everyone, Medissa looked at this scene with energetic. The bottom of her eyes was full of deep worship, but she glanced at her peers, turned the horse's head, and turned her head in one direction. Rushed.

"Attack ... attack?"

In Undead Thane, someone asks this dryly.

Insidolon suddenly turned around.

"What about reinforcements?"

"Where is the reinforcement?"

He asked sharply that the Crystalline's frontal attack was really contained by the man alone, and they had a huge gap on the front. He suddenly realized that at this time as long as there was only one fresh force to flanks Inserting a weak point on this battlefield, then this war will be finalized.

But

Where is the reinforcements?

Black plague legion?

No, they don't work yet.

He and Blanc turned around at the same time to find the figure of Medissa, but there are traces of Silver Elf Little Princess, Insidolon and the marshal face each other.

The wind on the battlefield suddenly became stronger.

Brando turned around, the flurry of hair almost covered his eyes, fascinated his vision, but he did not speak silently, he was just waiting, waiting for the arrival of the new force in the mouth of Medissa.

He believes that Silver Elf Little Princess is like trusting himself. He knows that Medissa will never lie to him.

He waits quietly.

But not much time is left for him.

Xinghe is still brilliant above his head.

The projection of Tiamas is beside him, his face remains unchanged.

The wind became wild.

The wind that swept across the battlefield seems to come suddenly. In the camp of undead, the black flag suddenly rises side by side, hunting and hunting, and in an instant, it is already a sea of ​​flags.

The air is rolling with gravel, like a dust storm, sweeping across the battlefield.

Necromancer and Lich come from raises head.

Dark Thane and undead generals turned around at the same time.

They beating Soul Fire's eyes, showing the fluttering black rose banner, deep in their eyes, but with a hint of doubt.

Where does this wind come from?

…… (To be continued.)