One Hundred and Seventy-Three Scene 173 Tomb

Brando finally deceived Andrigg and asked the vampire princess to let him go temporarily. Then, under the leadership of Medisa, he saw the 'cocoon' that imprisoned the senior sister. "The Top Point" of the novel is a giant cocoon of light suspended between two ancient white oak trees. It is about eleven or twelve feet high and wide enough for two people to hug each other. It is half a person's height above the ground. It is in the shape of a spindle and has a faint interior. The outline of a curvaceous woman can be vaguely seen as that of the female knight Nymesis.

Brando looked up at the light cocoon, walked over and tentatively touched the surface with his hand. The soft light penetrated his palm, and the temperature from the surface was similar to that of the human body. Although the light body was very soft, it was extremely powerful. Resilience is obviously not so easily destroyed. The slightly weak Medisa told everything that had happened before. Andrigue and Medphis took the same secret passage as Bai Jia, but they came one step later, so when they came to the ground they only saw This cocoon of light and the unconscious Hipamira fell aside.

"Andrig found this thing nearby." Medisa said as she took out a slate, which was the war slate of the dragon skin technique that Brando had seen under the tomb, but on the slate At this moment, it has lost its metallic luster and has become gray, and many of the patterns on the surface have also disappeared. This is obviously what it looks like after the inheritance in the war slate is stimulated and the energy disappears. Brando understands what happened when he sees this slate.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the light cocoon, she replied: "It seems that Ms. Nymesis must have accidentally triggered this slate, and thus obtained the inheritance on the slate. This light cocoon should be the self-protection mechanism of the war slate, so there is no problem." ”

"Is it okay?" Medissa asked with some uncertainty. Compared to Brando, she had never understood these things before.

"No problem," Brando said affirmatively: "But she should be in this state for a while. Medisa, just stay and take care of Ms. Nimesis for a while. I will arrange for Andrigue and the others to stay." Come down here to accompany you, there shouldn’t be any strong enemies around here, you two can protect each other more than enough.”

Medissa was startled for a moment, keenly aware of the underlying meaning in this sentence. She raised her head and asked: "Lord, do you want to leave?"

Brando then remembered that Medisa was called over by him midway and didn't know what was going on with Yula, so he explained it to her in detail. Medissa frowned when she heard this. Apparently, the sudden appearance of the undead was beyond her expectation. She thought carefully before replying: "Although Miss Delphine and I also thought that Her Majesty the Queen had another trump card, we didn't expect it to be the undead. Fortunately, Yula and the Lord, you discovered their arrangement in advance, otherwise We could be really caught off guard and we have to react quickly."

"So you stay and notify Charles. Let the port be prepared." Brando said: "But you don't have to worry too much. The matter has not reached the stage you imagined. According to your sister, Bai The legion probably wants to use the rule fragments to change the order of the area around Fatan and transform it into a state of eternal night. In the absence of sunlight and the dual blessing of the Land of the Dead,

The undead will be strengthened as never before, while humans will be plunged into chaos during the sudden solar eclipse. Their abacus was not good, but the key to this plan - the rule fragments of Port Fatan are currently in our hands. How could I let them have their way? "

After hearing this, Medissa suddenly raised her eyebrows and said, "Lord, I have an idea."

"Um?"

"In fact, Miss Delphine and I planned to strike first before this. Instead of waiting for the Silver Queen to arrange her troops, it would be better to strike first to disrupt their plan. Strategically speaking, the offense should be more active than the defense. The initiative is now in our hands. Why don't we take this opportunity to do more?"

Brando became interested. He was not good at war. It was okay to command a battle, but he was a little stretched when it rose to the strategic level. Fortunately, there is Medisa beside him. This little silver elf princess once personally participated in and commanded the Battle of the Saints. Not only is he more than enough to cope with the current situation, he is simply overqualified. You must know that this was the most famous general a thousand years ago. At that time, the continent was full of wars, which was far from what it is now.

Medisa smiled mysteriously: "The lord is planning to seize part of the authority of that undead artifact."

Brando nodded and listened to Yula's description. The person in charge of the undead army should have some authority over the undead artifact to control thousands of skeletons marching in the mountains. These thousands of skeletons were not worth showing off in his eyes, but he was very interested in the undead artifact. Even if it was only a partial authority, he might be able to get something from it, so he nodded in agreement as soon as he heard about Yura's plan. .

"We can put on a fake show for the White Legion, and then use the trick. If we are lucky, we might be able to directly solve the current dilemma in Port Fatan." Medisa replied.

Brando understood the plan of the little silver elf princess as soon as he heard it. He also raised his eyebrows slightly and thought about the feasibility of this plan in his heart. But the more he thought about it, the more opportunities he felt, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit. Get excited. He took a breath and said in a deep voice: "In this case, first of all, we must be careful about leaking the news. It is unlikely that the Cruz people will let your sister and the others go alone. They probably have a small garrison nearby. I have to deal with it." these people."

Medisa nodded and asked again: "Lord, is it okay for you to be alone? Do you need me to go too? How about calling Mr. Charles?"

Brando shook his head. "Ciel asked him to stay at the port. You and Hipamira came out. I have to leave one person at the port in case of emergency. As for you, stay here to recover. This is the order from the lord. .”

"But I have already used holy water, and the wound has healed long ago. At most, I am just a little weak. Although I can't fight, I can still use my powers as a planeswalker." Medissa argued weakly. Speaking of injuries, Brando couldn't help but look at her chest. The originally shocking wounds had gradually healed under the powerful effect of the holy water. Now there were only large expanses of snow-white skin left under the dilapidated armor, and the skin that had just begun. The attractive curves of development.

Brando coughed and felt embarrassed.

Only then did Medissa notice that her lord's expression was a bit off. When she lowered her head and looked down, her pretty face suddenly became dizzy. She bit her lip and quickly blocked the exposed spring light with her hands. If it were anyone else, she would inevitably be angry in this situation, but with her usual temperament, Medissa couldn't say anything, and the atmosphere between the two was a bit awkward for a while.

After a while, Brando muttered: "Don't worry. My little princess, I have made arrangements. I will not joke about Yula's safety. You should understand."

Medisa hummed as an answer.

But after a while, she still whispered uneasily: "Why don't you bring Andrigg with you? She can still fight."

Brando still shook his head: "No need, neither you nor Medphis have fighting ability, and Hipamira is unconscious. Only Andrigo among you has some fighting ability, so I can rest assured if she stays here." After that, he raised his head and glanced at the direction of the entrance on the other side of the valley: "Madara's skeleton should have come in from that direction, and the Cruz people will not be too far away..."

Medissa also looked at the entrance on the other side of the valley. The green valley reflected the intoxicating green color in the sunlight. She suddenly said: "Maybe there is someone who can help you, Lord."

"Who?" Brando turned back.

"That skeleton, you won't forget it, Lord."

"Clot, is it still alive?" Brando finally remembered this poor guy. Said quite surprised.

"Yes, and Ser Lorissan wants to meet you too."

Brando was stunned, then nodded, and the two fell into silence for a while. It seemed that they both understood that there was a question that had not yet been said, but the two were concerned about each other's thoughts. None of them were willing to take the initiative to speak. After a while, Brando said quietly: "Medissa, your sister..."

"I already know," Medisa shook her head vigorously, "No need to say it. Lord."

Brando looked at the silver elf girl. Medisa lowered her head and said nothing, which made him feel a little uneasy. "Really nothing?"

Medissa was silent for a while, then said: "Silver elves will go to a place called Alfheim after death. It is a sacred and peaceful valley - the Holy Silver Valley. Our silver elves' spiritual belonging will eventually be there." One day, I will meet my sister there, as well as my father and queen, they just arrived at that gorgeous paradise before me."

"Although it sounds wonderful, I hope that Medisa can stay with me forever and live in this world."

"Lord, you really don't know how to comfort people," Medissa almost laughed angrily at him: "Besides, Lord, you will grow old, and one day I will leave you."

"That doesn't matter. I'll accompany you to Alfheim when the time comes."

"That's not possible. That is the holy land of the Silver Elves. Sir, you are a human, so you cannot enter."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm a planeswalker. Can't I travel across planes?"

"...You are too willful, my lord."

…

This is the second time Brando has seen the ghost of the Templar Knight. It sits under a towering white rock with its head lowered, as if in deep thought. A long cloak, the end of which has been dragged to the ground, The poignant red seems to be the flowing end of the hero. The rusty sword was inserted in front of it. A beam of golden sunlight shot down from the treetops and shone on the hilt of the sword. The gems on the hilt shone brightly, as if telling a story from before the passage of time. s story.

Ser Rorison was sitting behind the sword. The injuries on its body seemed to have recovered to some extent - at least on the surface, but the golden flames dancing in his eyes were much dimmed.

"You're here, young knight." Feeling Brando's arrival, Lawson raised his head. On its deeply sunken skull, the golden crown shone brightly.

"I'm not a knight," Brando showed off the Earth Sword that he finally found. "I'm a warrior and a swordsman, but not a knight."

"It's all the same. As life passes, time has different meanings in my eyes, and past understandings no longer bind some eternal meanings." The undead replied: "In my eyes, knight is not an identity, but an identity. It is a noble symbol, it symbolizes people who have a certain pursuit. I can see your persistence, why should you deny it, I think it will not embarrass you. "

Brando fell silent. "Where is your wife? Dear Mr. Knight?" He looked around, but he did not see the soul of Lorison's lover, nor did he see the shadow of the defeated knight Clot.

"She left. The mortal world has only constraints for her, even my love is the same, but she finally found peace and relief. This is all thanks to you." The voice of the undead was as calm as a dream.

Brando smiled. "No need to thank me, I am not without purpose. Besides, the result is pretty good. Your protection finally has meaning."

"I'm leaving too," the undead replied: "I can feel a voice calling me, and my soul is about to return to eternity. The world presents various meanings in front of my eyes at this moment, and I can't help but recall my own life. Era. In that era, the Cruz Valley was evergreen and the blue fields were like dreams. We could pursue our beliefs and dreams as much as we wanted..."

Brando listened quietly to Lawson's narration of his past, like a dying old man slowly telling the story behind time, the young knight, the shining faith, the frustration and struggle, and even the lifelong waiting. , which supports such a belief in silence. It is a shining will.

The undead finished the story quietly and then raised his head. Staring at Brando with eyes dancing with golden soul flames.

"I am about to leave, but before I leave, I will give you a gift," the undead said slowly: "Please come to me, young knight."

Brando was stunned for a moment, and looked at Rorison in surprise - the undead looked at him calmly. No malice was revealed. Brando hesitated for a moment, but still walked up to Lawson. The undead suddenly stood up and stretched out its bone-ragged hand to pull the sword from the ground, but it did not make an attack. Brando relaxed after being stunned. The undead raised his sword high, and then gently placed the tip of the sword on Brando's shoulder.

"Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young knight?"

"It will be with you all your life," the undead replied loudly: "I have nothing else but some insights from my life. These past memories have long lost their meaning to me, but I hope they can be of some use to you. help."

Along with these words, Brando suddenly felt that the surrounding scenery dissipated like gravel in the wind, and waves of solemn holy voices came from all directions. He raised his head and looked around, and found that there was no undead of Luo Risen, and he was alone. A person is in the center of a temple, kneeling on one knee, surrounded by huge floor-to-ceiling rose windows. A pure white beam of light shoots down through the hole in the empty vault above his head, landing just next to him. On the ground, it looked like a huge light spot falling in the darkness.

It was impossible to see clearly in the surrounding darkness. It looked like rows of benches in a chapel. It was unknown whether anyone was sitting on them. Waves of whispers came from all directions and gathered together, making a buzzing sound. They were discussing, but also seemed to be watching.

Brando suddenly understood that this scene was a scene that the ghost of the knight had experienced, and it was probably one of the few scenes in his life that he remembered most deeply. However, as time went by, the original clear memory became Blurred, the audience in this temple are like photos that have been washed away and faded by water. They have faded to almost no trace. However, only everything that happened in the center of this temple will be forever engraved in its memory. Erased traces.

This is inheritance——

The knight's beliefs and ideals, Rorison planned to give him the most important thing. It had received all of this on the same occasion, and today he returned the power that belonged to the knight in the same form. In "Amber Sword", this is also a rare but cannot be forced opportunity. The skills mastered by these heroes during their lifetime are far beyond the ordinary items available everywhere. The key is to incorporate personal understanding and perception into these skills. Most of them are unique. Brando never dreamed that he could inadvertently trigger a hidden mission.

He didn't know whether he was becoming less and less sensitive to things in the game, or whether he had been assimilated too much into the world. If this quest line had been placed before, he should have noticed it long ago. In Lawson's Undead He probably should have noticed it the moment it appeared, but he didn't. Until this moment, everything had been taken for granted, as if it had happened naturally.

He saw a bright white light appearing in front of him. He could not see the faces of the figures in the white light clearly. It seemed that there were many faces overlapping together. Some were familiar to him, or even ones he had seen before, but some It was unfamiliar to him, something that had never appeared in his memory. These familiar or unfamiliar faces overlapped with each other. They spoke together and chanted something in a common voice. When Brando heard this voice, he seemed to hear it clearly, but it seemed as if everything in his ears was buzzing. Noise, until memories came into his mind one after another.

The shining knight stands on the hill.

The flags are like a forest, and the mountains are shouting like the tide.

The sword held high flashed with cold light.

Brando seemed to see himself and Rorizon's life in it, and then he naturally understood the origin of this skill——

The many illusions in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the emerald-like background color of the forest returned to his field of vision. He was still standing under the white giant rock, the forest was still as green as a dream, and Lawrison's sword was still inserted quietly. In front of him, the ghost of the knight was long gone, leaving only the afternoon sun shining warmly in the forest, dotting the meadow with spots of light.

A long cloak lay on the grass with the breath of its owner's life, like blood, dazzling.

And there was only a monotonous prompt echoing in Brando's mind: "Acquire the Templar's secret skill, Holy Baptism."

He pondered for a long time, then silently picked up the cloak on the ground, and then gently covered it on Lawson's sword, then pulled out the Sword of the Earth, and used the tip of the sword to carve a line of flying words on the rock:

This is the tomb of a knight who protected love and faith throughout his life. His loyalty and ideals may not be known to the world, but the valley is evergreen and his faith lasts forever——

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