Act 71 Final Farewell

Faenzan's envoys have left the March Laurel Terrace. The smell of burning lingers in the air, and the leaves are flying in the air with the night wind, but the wind direction has changed after all.

The guards of the Elven Court dispersed everyone on the terrace.

Only St. Osol, the Queen of the Wind, her knights, and the two hunter siblings were left.

Elf Sister removed the Wind Queen ring from her white index finger. Everyone present made the same move, and the sky in the Wind Elf Palace sank slightly.

The rings in their hands lit up one after another.

I don’t know who is mourning the dead, and the sad and distant songs of the elves float in from afar from outside the palace——

from the wind,

sheltered by the wind,

Descendants of Othomir,

Why not go back?

…

Return to the wind,

Blessed by the wind,

The heroic spirit has returned,

Eternal sleep is like silence.

Saint Osol listened to the song.

She seemed to recall her childhood - when the bright moon shrouded the valley, and the elders told the myths and legends of ancient times in the forest. Unlike the indifference of many elves, when she was young, she once yearned for a heroic life.

But once upon a time, heroes were also at the mercy of fate——

"Girt, Faunzan, are you okay...?"

A thousand years later, the moonlight is still as bright as before, but the stories told under the moon have already changed for thousands of years. After the vicissitudes of life, everything in the past can only fade and fade in time.

That's all that only a few people remember.

When these few people pass away, the time in the past stops forever.

The Elf Queen blinked her eyes lightly, as if there was sand in her eyes. She picked up the ring and raised it high, and the knights also did the same.

An era is over.

However, there is always a page that opens for a new story.

One by one, the rings turned into flowing light from their hands. Flying towards the sky.

"Farewell, my friend, farewell, Your Majesty—" The knight who lost his ring saluted his colleagues and the Wind Queen with the etiquette of elf knights.

His slightly fluorescent body gradually disappeared from his feet, then half of his body. Finally, the whole person turned into specks of light and dust and disappeared with the wind.

"Farewell, we have never regretted our thousand-year promise."

"If we could go back in time——"

"we believe,"

"Victory remains the same."

The knights all bowed to Saint Osor, Queen of the Winds, and then their figures gradually faded into scattered dust.

Saint Osol wiped the corners of her eyes. She did not shed tears because that was a weakness that did not belong to the sages. Heroes are born to protect the world. They shouldn't feel sad, but the wind and sand are too strong at the moment, which blurs their eyes.

This is a reunion after thousands of years.

But it’s also a final farewell.

She was always luckier than others, because at least she had time to say goodbye, and she seemed to see the tall figure of Airanta in her blurred eyes. St. Osor moved his lips, not knowing whether he should call her: 'Big human woman' or 'Sister Airanta'.

Elf Sister looked calm. He just looked in that direction with some confusion - although there was nothing there, only laurel leaves scattered on the ground.

"Our life is like a circle. It has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, we feel like we are back where we started -"

"Faenzan, can you stop saying these nonsense words? You are not a poet..."

"Haha. Saint Osol, I really doubt which one of us is the elf. Is there an elf like you? I remember that don't the elves have a deep understanding of art and beauty?"

"There are always exceptions, isn't this me? To be honest, I also pursue a romantic life. But my romance is about swords and swords, not poetry and pictures—"

"That's true. But Saint Osor, to be serious, Cruz, I, and Airanta are all humans, and you are an elf.

One day we will all grow old, but you will live a long, long time. When that time comes, you will understand the meaning of this sentence——"

"Then I would rather not understand that although you are humans, as long as you become stronger, you can still have a long life, even longer than us elves, right?"

"Haha, that's true."

What seemed to fall down was not tears, but stars.

‘Pa-ta-’

Peiya felt a chill on the back of her hand.

She was slightly shocked. When she lowered her head, she saw a wet mark there, and the crystal beads were sliding down the back of her hand towards her fingertips. "My lord..." She raised her head and looked at the latter in surprise.

The lower body of Elf Sister has faded to almost nothing but a shadow.

She blinked her eyes, came back to her senses and smiled. She reached out and gently touched the heads of the hunter siblings, and said kindly: "Do you still remember what I said to you?"

"Sir, are you leaving too...?" Aruta raised his head and looked at the elf sister who taught him and his sister swordsmanship and archery, and gave them motherly care, and murmured. asked.

Although they didn't get along for a long time, the relationship between the three of them was already quite close.

"There is no such thing as a never-ending feast, Yaluta."

"But what about Mr. Brando?" Aruta asked, holding back his anger: "Didn't you promise him that you would go back to see him?"

"It's not the first time I lied to him." Feng Hou smiled slightly and said, "He is just a fool."

Aruta looked at her steadily.

The same goes for Peiya, but her sister is always stronger and more sensible than her brother. She walked over and gently pressed her brother's shoulders from behind.

The younger brother's eyes quickly turned red.

"But I don't want you to leave, sir..."

"That's not possible." St. Osol said with a generous smile: "There are more important people waiting for me. Yaluta, you are still young. In the future, you will go to many places, see many things, and get to know many people." Many people. Among these people, there are always a few who are worth waiting for your whole life——"

"Are there people like that waiting for you, sir?" Aruta asked: "Is it the King of Fire and Lord Faenzan?"

"You are very smart, but not just them." Sister Elf sighed, her tone already filled with memories.

What a glorious era it was -

So many people.

So many legends.

But it has passed after all.

Dots of light and dust are scattered in the night sky...

The hunter siblings all raised their heads. Looking at these last words of farewell, just like the two of them didn't understand what it all meant, many people in Warnde didn't understand either on this night.

History has turned a new page.

Those names belonging to the past were finally buried under the pages of books.

The third stream of light in the darkness had already rushed in and merged into Brando's body in an instant.

"Wind Scepter!"

The third stream of light reflected in her white eyes shocked her so much that she was speechless.

The holy sword of the wind system - the sky is almost ready to take shape. Only the last Orb of Wind was missing, but Root and Bai who were present suddenly saw Brando shedding tears at this moment.

Because he only heard one voice echoing in his heart:

"The next journey is up to you, little one, come on -"

The voice was so familiar that he immediately understood what was happening.

"Goodbye, my lord."

"Farewell, little one."

This may be the last message of an era.

…

There was a sigh in the darkness.

The morning and evening bells of Faenzan keep ringing. The two popes before and after watched the blurred starlight disappear from the eastern sky, and there was a ray of white light in the sky. This devastated land finally ushered in another sunrise.

Outside the palace, on the terrace, the figure of Allan Tower has long since disappeared.

Birds fluttered their wings and flew over the tree canopy, and monks in white robes ran in the courtyard, a beam of light. It is rising into the sky from the temple where the sacred power Olamisol is placed.

The golden light and the morning light in the distant sky. Reflecting each other——

Everyone is watching it.

Watch it shine brightly and then fade away bit by bit.

In the distant glacier, under the ice layer of tens of thousands of years of ice, there was a sudden flash of light, and there was a roar for thousands of miles.

William turned back in mid-air. The scene of mountains collapsing was reflected in his eyes. Hundreds of snow-capped mountains collapsed downwards and turned into powder in his sight.

"The cry of the sacred object——"

He hesitated for a moment before flying in that direction.

Seven holy swords are hanging alone in the starry sky next to Brando.

But only two of them have substance. And there is still one that lacks the final law. At this time, the light in the void in the universe appears, but the next moment, the light suddenly dims.

"Someone has restrained the will of the Wind Orb!" Root said bitterly: "How could he do that? Why can mortals be so selfish!"

"The Ice Staff didn't respond to the call. Sure enough, it wasn't enough. There wasn't enough time -" Bai's face also looked a little ugly.

But it's not that she really feels worthless for Brando, but because now she and Brando are grasshoppers on the same rope. The more Brando gets, the greater her certainty will naturally be.

Ultimately, she never considered herself a selfless person, but she never needed to be.

But no matter what, maybe except for the real madmen, probably no one wants to see this World Cup destroyed, because no one wants to die.

Even the undead are no exception——

An eternal gaze was staring at the dome of the Bone Hall. After a long time, she chuckled softly, and the white air from her mouth turned into ice mist and rustled on the ground.

Darkness and death were all crawling at her feet, and blood-like roses grew and spread from the bones under her throne.

It was a plant from hell, born from drinking blood.

"If you want to take something from my hand, that's not okay."

The supreme ruler shook his head slightly.

She threw the scepter that was like flowing mercury in her hand.

The scepter vibrated, and its whole body emitted a bright stream of light, but it quickly dimmed.

"All things,"

"Only surrender——"

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