Act 185: Final Hour (1)

Brando didn't expect that Andesa would have helpers here, although the old man said that there were several people on the other side of the fog who were not necessarily on the side of the tree herdsman, but it might not be a good person to be able to get together with the wither lord.

All in all, this is not good news.

"How much time do I have left, Master William." He asked, looking back.

The old man's wise gaze pierced through the mist and looked to the other side of the valley, where he casually opened a dimensional dòng in the air, and from it chōu came out a silver staff:

"Andesa seems to have been frightened by the head wolf Isis, but after all, she is the withered lord of the shepherds, and I think she will react soon, and you will only have a few minutes at most."

Brando nodded, the wizarding leader meant that he didn't have much time left, and that the big mén leading to Valhalla had to be opened before Andelsa could react.

He looked back and the great mén of Valhalla stood between the valleys.

This artificial wall made of rock is so majestic that it was built here by many ancestors led by the great craftsman Del Ruha, and the 13,000-year-old black stone wall seems to pass through the dust of eternal laws and history, quietly sitting here, reappearing in their field of vision.

Behind the fog -

In the epic, it is said that the poems in praise of light and fire are carved from the multi-ethnic characters on the large mén, and at this moment those strange words are on the cold black wall, and the mysterious huā pattern seems to fall down from the sky.

Staring at this sky, it gives people the illusion that it will overturn at any time, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

The three of them slowly approached the giant mén—placing their hands on this masterpiece carved by jīng's heart, and the cold rock responded with a shocking power, as if it were a breath of warmth left thousands of years ago.

The swords, guns and halberds roared through the heavens and the earth, and the shouts of killing filled the five senses, as if blood was smeared and trickled down from the black rocks and dry land, and finally the fate bell of the Pendulum Island rang through the sky, and a pillar of green light soared into the sky.

The dragon spreads its wings, obscuring the sun's rays, and darkness brings the dawn of the next era.

Brando shook his head before he suddenly woke up from this illusion, and the weight of history weighed him down. His forehead was shining, and he turned his head with cold sweat stains, just in front of the old man's silver-gray pupils.

William smiled.

"Not everyone knows this history, the knight of Azure Sè shattered the sky and brought us a new world, the dragon of dusk fell to the earth, the long-standing suffering ended, and the people lost their honor." The old man said with a smile.

If it's still in the games of the past, Brando might be interested in adding: "The suffering is not over, and people have not lost their honor." There is always oppression in this world, and the hero does not exist in people's imagination, but the times need him-"

This can be regarded as a standard answer to enlighten the plot.

But here Brando was not in the mood to discuss the myths of the past and the difficult times of the present with the leader of the Silver Sè Alliance, he had long passed the age of committing the second disease, and he did not have the need for a young man, compared to the sharp sword shining with cold light behind his back, he felt that time was pressing.

Especially now that the sword is in the hands of the enemy, Andesa is tightening step by step.

He just watched William? Pister glanced at him, then turned back and asked, "Funia, do you feel anything?" ”

"I feel a voice calling me, Brother Brando." Funia closed her eyes and said with some nervousness, her white hand resting on the pitch-black rock, the contrast was somewhat strong.

"What does it say?"

"The key in mén, the light of the stars, the ancient heroic spirits, the guardian king."

"This is a sentence from the druid's thorn poem, maybe it's a code word, did the druids teach you this doctrine?"

"No, I only learned The Way of Nature...... Brother Brando. ”

"Learned this in three months?"

"Yes, I'm sorry......"

"It's okay, it's not your fault, anyway, these damn guys' time-consuming skills didn't even change the 'Great Split'," Brando resisted the urge to scold, "Maybe their life cycle is too long, and they have learned the bad máo disease of the jīng spirit." ”

"You know a lot about druids and jīng spirits?" William asked unhurriedly, the young man always surprised him.

But Brando didn't have time to answer him, he was recalling some facts and strategies about Valhalla. Because the age was so old, his memory had long been blurred, and he could only remember some broken fragments, but now he had to rely on these fragments to save his life.

"I don't know if it's this," Brando replied, "You are the key to Mén, Funya." Thou art the scepter of the forests and the mountains that walk the earth, the nv of the gods-given authority among mortals, the chosen ones favored by the ancient spirits. ”

Funia stared at him with wide eyes.

William also grabbed his silver sè horn with one hand and squinted at the scene.

"Just read it to me—"

"The Spirit of Mén."

"The Spirit of Mén—" Phonya took a breath and read aloud, "I am the one who walks the earth with the scepter of the forest and the mountains, the one who has been given authority among mortals by God, the chosen one who is favored by the ancient Heroic Spirits. ”

The two sang and harmonized, and the voice of the xiǎonv child was immature, but full of infinite power.

"So?"

mén suddenly let out a rumbling sound, and responded with a huge sound, the sound was like rolling thunder, across the vast mí fog in everyone's heart.

Funia's eyes lit up suddenly, and she looked at her brother Brando in disbelief.

Faina even lost her voice: "Brando, it's talking......"

William's eyes narrowed slightly, and Silver Sè's eyes narrowed into a line.

"So?" Phonya asked, puzzled.

"So please open your big mén—" Brando said.

"Please turn your big mén on!" Funia shouted.

But the sound echoed dàng in the middle of the valley, and this time mén did not move.

"What's wrong?" Faina asked.

"The conditions are not right." Brando frowned, the text on the forum turned the pages in his mind like lightning, but the more nervous he was, the more blurry the text became.

That was almost a decade ago, after all.

The old man turned his head, this subtle movement did not escape Faina's eyes, and this daughter couldn't help but become anxious: "You hurry up-"

"Shut up!" Brando said angrily.

"You-" Faina glared angrily, but she knew very well who had the final say here, not to mention that her life was still in the hands of the other party, so she could only snort and not turn her head and not speak.

"Brother Brando, Mén is talking to me." At this time, Phnia suddenly said.

"What?" Brando was stunned: "What did you say?" ”

"It asks me, what about the guardian king?"

What about kings?

Brando's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood, and immediately put his hand on the rock wall. As it is, the king is the sole master of Valhalla, the king of the forests and mountains.

Because as the NV of the forest, Funia is the custodian of the scepter of the mountains and forests.

Eventually, however, the keeper will give the scepter to its master, who wields the scepter and rules over the vast territory of Valhalla and Mount Valhalla, as described in that legend.

Brando put his hand on the stone wall and said in his heart:

"O past heroes and ancestors, I am willing to take your sword and protect this land, so that the darkness will not be draped over the earth, and the order will forever break through the mí fog of hún chaos—"

"If it's a responsibility, let me take over it; If this is a crown of glory, please crown me yourself. ”

"Because of this light, Bi will break through the clouds and sprinkle it on the earth."

"Just as the ancestors saw above the dark wilderness."

"A thousand years later, the sacred oath remains—"

For some reason, the lines in this game were spoken by himself at this moment, but he felt that the words were as heavy as a mountain, as if they were engraved in his heart.

Mén was silent for a moment.

Then an old voice said:

"I hope so, Inheritor."

Then both Brando and Funia felt an invisible force bounce off the mén, and they both took a step back and looked up at the giant mén in unison.

There was a faint sound inside the giant mén.

The sound was like rolling thunder from the clouds on the horizon, at first faint and almost impossible to catch with the ears, but then gradually it turned into an endless làngcháo, rumbling together.

And the earth trembled.

The shattered stone flakes trembled on the black sè ground, as if a xiǎo ugly danced on the obsidian ground, dancing frantically and making the sound of kerakala.

Fayna was so frightened that she backed away and crashed into a rock, unaware, and the wizarding leader William couldn't help but squint his eyes at the spectacle.

A huge stone mén is slowly opening a gap.

It was pitch black behind the gap, and a gust of wind blew from inside, causing the long hair on the foreheads of everyone present to flutter. But there was no dusty and moldy smell in the wind, just a hint of heaviness.

The kind that comes from the stone wall to the stone wall, the heaviness under the dust.

Then the surroundings fell silent, and a terrifying monster seemed to be hidden in the space behind the dark dòngdòng, and Brando took a breath.

"I'm not going in, are we...... Brando...... "Faina asked with her mouth open as she watched Big Mén open a gap and the space behind the black dòngdòng behind the gap.

She stared at the mén, and when the mén opened it, she made a long sound like a chirp from the abyss of the black dòngdòng, which completely destroyed her psychological defenses, so that the face of the young nv turned snow-white.

"You might as well not go in, there might be a monster even more terrifying than Andesa inside." Brando said, retracting the Azure as he pulled out the Sword of Earth from behind his back.

"Don't scare me, I won't be scared because of this......" The noble daughter looked like she was about to cry.

Brando glanced at him, patted Funya on the shoulder, and walked in with the xiǎonv child.

"Master William...... Faina turned pitifully as Brando walked in.

"Xiǎo girl, your lord is right, no one knows what kind of danger will be in the ancient ruins, it is entirely possible that you think that the previous danger may also be a kind of mercy."

"He's not my lord—"

"Oh yes, in that case, you don't have to worry about his safety." The old mage replied with a smile, and he put his staff up and prepared to step in.

Our aristocratic sister Daxiǎo's face was red and white, but she watched Brando and the old mage walk in one after the other, and could only grit her teeth and follow-

She didn't know if Brando was scaring him, but no matter what, the potential threat was always less than the actual danger, and humans were known to be quite intelligent creatures.

"Besides, the old man is right, although he and I are not related, but after all, he saved my life, and I can't let him go like that—at least the pride of the Cruz people makes it impossible for me to do so."

"No, that's right!" It only took a second for the aristocratic sister Xiǎo to convince herself.