The Amber Sword: Act 498 The Final Battle IX

Yaruta felt uneasy before leaving.

He went back to see one's own's sister Peyja, and that King of Lorrainedale.

In the promenade in front, tall floor-to-ceiling windows form a row with each other. Soft sunlight shines through the glass on the ground, and every few meters, a bright stamp is sprinkled. Through the rays of light, the dust is flying, and the light and shadow alternately form a deep Space. The end of the promenade seems to lead to an unknown world.

Istoville stared at him calmly, his face thinner than ever before.

"Go, Your Highness," he said.

"But I ... I don't know if I can do it ..." Yalta was a little scared, and she flinched.

Istoville said to him: "The king of Saers must have one's own decision."

"... What if it's wrong?" Yaluta asked.

"The way we do one thing is to think it over and think it over beforehand, and then make up our minds, and once we make up our minds, we have to show the courage to take responsibility for it," said Istorville. : "No one can make no mistakes, but they must not make mistakes in a humble manner. Have you considered this clearly, Your Highness?"

"I think about it clearly, Mr. Istorville, I think the decision of Brando Brother is right. In this common war, everyone should be sincerely united in isn't that so?"

"So you are determined to already?"

Yaruta nodded thoughtfully.

"If you are wrong, then you will suffer criticism, are you afraid of criticism?" Istorville asked.

"No, I'm not afraid, Mr. Istorville," Yaluta said, "because I believe our starting point is correct, and even if we are temporarily frustrated, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will finds the source of the problem and corrects it. I am not afraid of difficulties, because difficulties can always be overcome.

The King of Lorrainedale can't help but be infected by the spirit of a teenager. It's always good to be pure. Perhaps he will encounter many things in the future and find that the world is not as simple as he thinks. But as long as this original intention is in place, all difficulties can always be overcome.

"So, what else do you worry about, Your Highness?" he asked again.

Yaruta's eyes dimmed: "But I'm your king, Chu isn't that so. Don't you worry that I and Mr. Brando are too close? Do you think that your future king will obey an outsider? At the mercy of others, the interests of Saers are placed under the interests of other countries, so this decision is made? "

After listening to this question, Istorville laughed and said, "His Highness, elves is by no means ungrateful."

He looked at this human teenager, and his gaze was even more admired: "You can say these words today is proof that you are the same person as us, and the eyes of the adult Wind Empress are truly extraordinary."

Yaruta still doesn't quite understand the meaning of this elf Thane's.

Istoville continued: "His Royal Highness, do you really think that the choice of Count of Tonigel is correct?"

Yaruta nodded without hesitation.

"That's enough," Istoville replied loudly: "As long as you think that's true, you let it go, and elves will be behind you as your solid backing." >

Yaruta froze after hearing this answer.

The attitude of this King of Lorrainedale was completely beyond his expectations.

And his sister, the hunter girl Peyja, walked up unattended. As the daughter of mountain people, she didn't have much reason to talk about, and just silently put the Wind Empress ring in her brother's palm. Although taciturn, her soft eyes already contains all the words to her younger brother, which is the traditional and tenacious quality that mountain people has been insisting on for generations.

Although simple, but beautiful.

Yaruta holds the ordination ring, the ring is shining in the gloom. elves looks at this scene, the long procession folds in turn, like a silver wave, on both sides of the promenade, facing the future The king moved forward. The young man looked at this scene, and suddenly a trickle of heat flowed in his heart, it was like a whisper whispered in his ear, the glory and belief of this elf kingdom for thousands of years, that is an ancient identity.

The teenager felt a bit astringent at the corners of his eyes. He gently raised the back of his hand and wiped it.

He swears that he will certainly not disappoint anyone.

...

Everything is coming to an end.

Veronica looked at the hands raised like mountains and forests, and the depression and disappointment in his heart became more and more pervasive.

It is true that no one in this world will be desperate for death. In the face of death, everyone is equally fearful. Especially after the blood has disappeared, only the instinct of indifference is left, which is certainly the need for the continuation of any ethnic group, and it may not be shameful.

But more terrible than death is loss of hope. The life of a mortal is like a flash of time compared to the long history. Sealing his wife and child and becoming famous is the need of life, but when death comes, everything returns to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to repeat this process repeatedly in their busy lives. What is the significance of existence?

Few people have doubts about one's own's life.

Because the civilization and ethnic groups made up of individuals are built on countless gravels, the gravels come and go, the empire rises and falls, and the shame is in the past, but it leaves a mark after all. The people of the world change the world and the future little by little. Maybe everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today and tomorrow are different after all. Perhaps the future is the ultimate answer to the question of Correct.

At this moment, however, the answer already is meaningless.

If you miss, Veronica hears an noble choking next to him: "Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am so worried that I will never see my family again. As long as elves allows us to enter, I will Immediately take my family to Carolis. If Dragon of Twilight hits that place, try to find a way to Nine Phoenixes ... "

Veronica turned around and saw the tear-stained noble. I do n’t know what kind of mood it was, prompting her to ask each other: "Where do you go after Nine Phoenixes?"

Then noble couldn't answer, but he just stopped.

Veronica shook her head when she saw this, and suddenly she was a little interested. She separated from the crowd and went out, trying to leave this place. But at a glance, I saw Duke of Ludwig, which was still in the seat not far away. It was impressive. The other party stood firmly on her opposite side first, but unexpectedly chose to abstain from voting.

Duke of Ludwig sat in a perplexed position on one's own. On several occasions, he wanted to reach for the one's own pocket watch, but his hands were so bad that he took an empty one.

Veronica looked at this person and understood that there might be two ways to get on the gallows, the latter chose the one that was more cruel to himself, and he killed the hope of one's own.

But others may be able to walk more decently.

Even though Veronica is intentional to say something, in the face of Duke of Ludwig who is ten years old, it is difficult to speak. She felt panicked, and staying in this fortress may not be the right choice, but where is the right choice?

could it be that really already hopes to die?

She can stay here to die generously.

But what about others?

At the corner of the round table, High Druid saw this scene in anger, shook his head, and got up to leave the one's own position.

Silver Alliance's Magesmiths is also exiting, although they haven't expressed any opinions since the beginning, wizards just discussed with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, with few smiles on their faces.

Only the representatives of mountain people and Highlander are still sitting at the position one's own, as if looking at the representatives of Yinwan on the other side. These little nobles are discussing one's own to stay. More importantly, how should the coalition forces in Silver Bay save?

Faanzanian also got up, packed up all kinds of parchment papers on the table, and the envoys of the White City states behind them went earlier and went out in groups. Noisy in the lobby, someone still nodded to High Druid in anger.

But at this time --

The Wind Elves, who had been watching in the hall all of a sudden, suddenly stood up from their own positions, and collectively looked at the hall's south gate.

Veronica is preparing to leave, but she finds that not far away, there is a hint of surprise on Duke of Ludwig's face that has been blind to the surrounding changes, and trembling stands up from her position, looking straight at her Behind.

She turned around in subconsciously.

Many people are turning back ...

Buga people stopped outside the north gate. The envoys of the White City states were blocked by them. Both turned and looked in this direction.

The people in the position stopped their movements, Faanzanian looked at one's own's colleagues, and the representatives of Yinwan looked at each other. High Druid's grey angry pace slowed down, he turned around and looked to this side unexpectedly.

'kā chā' sounded softly.

The door to the south was pushed open, making a squeaking sound of squeak.

The hall was quiet for a while, as people saw rows of elf guards wearing silver armour and winged helms rushing from the gate, and a human teenager stepped into the hall.

All Wind Elf in the lobby are subconsciously at this moment.

But it's not the human teenager that they salute.

It's what the teenager holds.

That's a ring --

Under the watchful eyes, Yaluta walked down the steps with the ordinance and came to the round table where the elf representatives were. He raised his head and looked at all the large and small nobles in the hall, then raised the one Ring, place it gently on the table.

On the ring, a round of Saers's nine-emblem sacred emblem is shining in the gloom hanging down in the center of the hall.

"Ring of the Wind Empress!"

Someone recognized it and exclaimed.

Veronica heard the words and stared, and felt that one's own's heartbeat was almost half a beat; not far away, High Druid's face also showed surprise.

Yaruta looks at the everyone present.

Hundreds of eyes also fixed on the son of the former hunter.

But the young man didn't flinch in the slightest. Instead, only infinite courage stirred in his chest. Because today, he understands what he has to do.

That represents a promise that has not been realized for a thousand years, a thousand years later, which will be re-fulfilled in the hands of the descendants of the fog elves and in the hands of Wind Elf today.

A long promise.

Yaruta said quietly: "Wind Elf of Saers is willing to stay and stick to this fortress."

The voice reverberating over the hall is not loud, and even a bit childish.

But there are so many words.

He stared at the seats of Kirrlutzian. The hall was so quiet that needles could be heard. Is Kirrlutz noble dazzling -- these elf crazy? The Buga person stopped whispering, and beside them, High Druid thoughtfully sat back to the one's own position, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Only Wind Elves stared at the ring and looked at their future king with a serious look.

Yaruta once again said: "So where were the former allies, descendants of Flame King, where are they today? Do you remember your vows?"

Veronica will subconsciously separate the crowd and return to one's own. Will -- Kirrlutzian lose faith? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight alongside elves.

But before she had time to speak, a clear and powerful voice answered already for her:

"Kirrlutzian is here --"

"Who is talking?"

"Who dare to represent Kirrlutzian without authorization!"

A noble member stood up, looked around shaking his fat head, trying to find someone who was speaking out.

But his words got stuck in his throat immediately.

The crowd is separating left and right, and a road is automatically opened to -- in the middle of that road. Flaming Knight wearing heavy armor stands opposite each other. Sixteen Knight escorted a young girl to the hall.

The blonde girl also held a ring up in her hands.

But it was more like a flame, with a golden flame ring burning in her hands.

Someone in the crowd made a swallowing voice: "to Flame Holy Ring ..."

Fina step by step goes down the stairs to the round table.

She stared at the hunter-boy in front of her.

Then place the ring on the table solemnly, raises head replied to Wind Elves: "Two rings bear witness to this vow, Kirrlutzian is willing to fight side by side with former allies."

elves nodded.

"We may have resentment," behind Yalta, King of Lorrainedale Istorville replied: "But it was written off today. We were comrades-in-arms thousands of years ago, and so is today."

"Swearing on the ring --"

elves answered in unison.

Yaruta looked at the damsel with some admiration. He also held up the Wind Empress ordination and replied solemnly: "In the name of the ordinance --"

In the air.

Two shining rings.

Opposite each other.

Everything is like a thousand years ago.

"It's a pity there are only two ..." High Druid looked at the scene in anger, and couldn't help sighing.

Perhaps that era of the Seven Precepts is now a thing of the past.

Kanderbeg's city head, Silver Bay Coalition's defense line is fragmenting.

But the real despair in people's hearts is not from hiding the sky and covering the earth's Twilight Army -- Blanc standing solemnly behind the battlements. Beside him, Nun-Princess Magdelle is covering his mouth, looking in horror at what is happening.

That's a huge black sphere, coming out of revealed outside Kanderbeg.

"Martha above, what the **** is that ..."

Baishan.

Wind Elf and vampire stand opposite each other. Twenty-six representatives looked at each other and opened the chairs, sitting on each side of a long table.

Registrar silently picked up the quill pen after watching both sides for a moment, and wrote the first sentence on the parchment:

"An era has passed ..."

The huge silver dragon fluttered down on the ruins of a city, Delphine first jumped off the back of silver dragon, she landed on the ground, besides the Buga envoy who came to meet, also watched Arrived at two unexpected people.

Feng Huo and Fang Qi are opposite each other, the former looked at her with a slight smile:

"You are here, Delphine Young Lady ..."

Faanzan Eastern border, big glacier.

Elven Queen looked lonely at the iceberg shining purple in the distance.

Her people, Wild Elf's army is falling piece by piece on the road of attack. The Knight already of Faanzan converges into a torrent, but still cannot tear a hole on the defense line of Noh.

Suddenly, a purple light flashed in the sky. She came to raises head in Ling Feng's ice wind, as if she suddenly realized something.

"It has finally begun, this millennium endless battle ..."

Aouine, Light Castle --

In Underground, the girl looked up at the the only beam from the ceiling. She wore heavy iron shackles on her hands and feet, and with a slight movement, the iron chain locked on the wall made a rattle.

After a while, Amandina closed her eyes silently.

She is no stranger to darkness.

Rose-colored blood is dripping down the cold metal.

"Brando ..."

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