Act 187: The Final Hour (3)

The light of the silver sè mén disappeared as if it had not been there, leaving no trace, leaving only Brando, who was holding the box a little overwhelmed. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network

"Flutter." Faina looked at the young man and burst out laughing.

"Isn't it funny?" Brando asked angrily as he opened the box.

"Cut, Sister Benxiǎo is willing to laugh, can you take care of it?"

"yes, I don't know whose claw it is—" Brando sighed as he shook his head as he glanced at his left hand.

Her Royal Highness the princess of Huā Ye Ling shook off her hand like lightning, and a layer of blush was dyed on her pink neck: "How can you say it-"

"Hey, did I promise you anything?"

Fayna stared at her with clenched fists, fire spewing from her eyes, as if she was going to eat Brando. The big xiǎo sister stomped her feet and reprimanded in a strong manner: "You wait and see, I will sue Lord Veronica." ”

"Complaint? Say what? ”

The nobleman's daughter was stunned, and suddenly blushed and stammered: "Say...... Let's just say that you take advantage of me. ”

This NV man......

Brando looked at Faina dumbfounded, never dreaming that she would make such a move. It felt like I had been punched in the face, and I didn't get my breath back for a while.

"You really say that?"

"It's weird, I lied to you!" Fayna snorted softly: "It's no good for me to say that, and it's too embarrassing to be taken advantage of by a hillbilly." ”

Brando was speechless.

However, if this nv man who was neither xiōng nor brainless was really hot-headed and ran to say something to Grand Duke Huā Ye that he shouldn't have said, he was really afraid that this grand duke would be furious and send the Pegasus knights of the Cruz Empire to arrest him.

It's just that the dispute between the two before almost made him forget the box in his hand.

Speaking of the box in his hand, Brando soon realized that the box in his hand also seemed to be a magical item - he pulled out a long cloak from the inside like a curtain, and the corner of the cloak kept popping out of the box, and finally it was many times larger than the box in his hand.

But no matter how magical the cloak is, if the spell is not activated, it is really no different from a curtain—not even a curtain, because the curtain has at least a beautiful huā pattern to block out the sun.

Brando shook the cloak, which could only be regarded as a large rag, but it was too much to lose it, and it was too heavy to hold, and he found that William had a problem for himself.

He thought about it for a moment, wrapped the cloak around his hand, and continued to walk forward. This underground passage should not be very long, he remembered that the player recalled in his post that the other party seemed to have traveled in the dark for more than ten minutes and was almost about to abandon the line and return to the city, when suddenly entered the center of the Ring of Trade Winds.

Then it should be similar here.

He looked up, and the vascular 'bridge' seemed to converge around a point above, and the further he went, the more he could feel it.

Brando silently counted the time. He led Phnia by the hand, followed by Faina, the footsteps of the three of them were distinctly clear in the darkness and silence, and the rustling sound echoed in his ears not like the sound of steps on the ground, but like some kind of sneaky shadow trailing behind them, which made people shudder.

The aristocratic daughter looked back more than once, and there was a dark dòngdòng behind her, and she wanted to follow Brando in fear, but when she thought of Brando's hateful appearance, she couldn't help but take a few steps behind to avoid being ridiculed.

It was almost half an hour before Brando felt the air around his body begin to flow, which made him think that the guy's strategy was a bit too tricky. However, when I thought that timing in the dark was not an easy task in itself, and it was inevitable that mistakes might occur, I was relieved.

After a few more minutes of advancing like this, another stone appeared in front of him.

The large mén opens upwards at an angled angle to the ground, and the stone mén and the mysterious and historical huā patterns on it are immersed in darkness, like a history buried deep in the dust.

However, this mén is much larger than the one below, only about one-tenth the size of the xiǎo.

Brando thought they would need to open the mén again, but they had just approached the mén, and the mén actually creaked on its own, and then sank back with the dust that kept shaking off it.

It's not so much that it's getting into it, it's that mén is opening up a little bit backwards.

Brando couldn't help but be slightly stunned, he didn't expect this mén to be self-inductive, and thought that it was advanced. However, after Mén opened it, the scene behind him immediately made him unable to speak.

Not only him, but even Fayna and Funia behind him couldn't help but widen their eyes in surprise.

At first a beam of light poured out from behind the mén.

It was the first time they had come into contact with sunlight since the outside world entered the eternal night, and the soft white light poured in from behind the mén like water, seeping in through every pore, forming a spot of light that fell on the faces of the three men.

Then the gap between the méns grew larger and wider, and the light became more and more, and the pillars of light were like sharp swords that broke through the darkness, and the sharp sword pierced the black curtain and made it fall apart, and the white light like cháo water enveloped the three of them at once.

At that moment, Brando, Faina, and Funia couldn't help but squint their eyes.

But when their eyes readjusted to the bright environment, the scene behind them suddenly captured everyone's hearts.

The Ring of Trade Winds is located in the heart of the Kalanga Mountains, in the middle of the Storm Circle, and Brando has more than once imagined the tranquil area that exists in the eye of the storm.

However, as he had imagined, it was a basin surrounded by mountains, surrounded by undulating peaks and mountains that they had seen around the Wolf's Pass and the Wall of Qianghuā.

It's just that the scenery here is obviously much more beautiful.

From a distance, the vista is the atmospheric circulation that surrounds the mountains, and the surrounding storms form a wall hundreds of meters high above the mountain peaks, through which no one has entered for hundreds of years.

However, it was only by seeing the raging wind in mid-air that Brando seemed to be able to confirm that they had entered the heart of the Ring of Trade Winds.

He looked up, and in the middle of the sky were a long cloud of clouds—a thick gray cloud that shone golden from the edges, and the sun was unabashedly shone from behind the clouds and fell on the vast expanse.

It's as if the darkness and storm on the periphery of the Ring of Trade Winds, and the violent magic of the cháo tide are not there.

It's a place of tranquility.

Flocks of birds can even be seen in the distance, reminiscent of a scene depicted in a myth.

But Brando's attention was immediately drawn to something else, a huge tree in the middle of the basin - in fact he wasn't even sure if it was or not, and he looked up to see it in its entirety, the canopy of which almost obscured half the sky.

The huge trunk of the tree reaches into the clouds, and the huge root system under the main trunk occupies almost the entire basin, and its root system is deeply rooted in the earth, covered with layers of moss, and from a distance it looks like a green mountain.

Brando gasped.

This is the World Tree.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the druids also owned a golden oak tree that was 'as big as heaven and earth', and the Ring of the Sky was called the Ring of the World at that time, and they lived around this tree for generations.

However, since the fall of Babelta, the World Tree has also been destroyed in the war, and the druids have been divided, making the Sky Ring and the Shepherd what they are today.

But there is no history that records that there is another World Tree in this world.

Brando stared at the giant tree in amazement, it was not as brilliant as gold as described in mythology, but closer to nature, with green moss and forest covering the roots and trunk of the giant tree with a layer of verdant green, fresh green.

The huge tree trunk was covered with clouds and mist, and there was a faint lightning shuttle between them.

"This can't be the one in Norse mythology......" Brando muttered to himself.

"Is this the World Tree from the story, Brother Brando?" Phunia took a light breath and looked up and asked.

Brando nodded, and it suddenly occurred to him that the cylindrical 'bridges' that had led to Guò before might not be bridges at all, but the roots of the World Tree that had been flowing into the ground.

The thinnest roots are hundreds of meters in diameter each.

Martha is on top-

Brando took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at the verdant dreamlike forest, with flocks of birds flying above the canopy, but the entire forest was silent, with no sign of human activity in sight.

This is Valhalla?

Brando suddenly understood what to feed in the game Valhalla would be destroyed in a fire, although it is a bit ridiculous to say that the World Tree would be destroyed by fire, but it makes sense that such a forest would be in flames.

"Cloth ...... Brando? ”

The stammering voice belonged to Faina, the aristocratic sister who was so startled that she almost bit her tongue, and she had just quietly pulled her face to confirm that she was not dreaming.

"What's wrong again?" Brando turned around.

"Look at that tree—" said Her Royal Highness the princess of Huā Leaf Collar, pointing upwards.

Brando looked up, and he was slightly stunned - he was too shocked to realize that above the clouds, the crown of the World Tree in mid-air had no leaves.

"The Dead World Tree?" He couldn't help but lose his voice.

"No, it's not that!" Fayna replied, "Here are some! ”

What else? Brando's gaze shifted downward, but he couldn't move it immediately, his gaze pinned to the center of the World Tree as if it had taken root.

There is a ring of man-made structures around the perimeter of the huge tree trunk!

Or rather, a very large palace, surrounded by clouds and lightning, as if it were the abode of the gods of ancient times, and the majesty and grandeur of this building can be felt even from such a distance.

"Valhalla......" Brando blurted out.

"And what is that?" Faina was puzzled.

But just as this xiǎo sister raised her question, Brando suddenly heard another exclamation not far from the forest: "Hún chaos, the tree of the world!" ”

It was Andelsa's hoarse shout.

Both of them changed their faces for a while.

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