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The weapon in Miner's hand collided heavily with the glittering surface of his body, like two glittering lines on the horizon. It was an unimaginable scene for ordinary people who had never experienced war, the earth emitted a deafening roar, and the sound of fighting was like a tsunami, drowning out the sorrow of the living, but also drowning out fear, hesitation, and a negative feeling, the smoke and dust raised by the war covered the sky, and the dazzling sunlight was also dimmed.

The scene in front of me is stark and real.

But there is no record of such a war in the history books, rummaging through the mountains of dust and cobwebs that have been added to the white ivory towers, and there is no such thing as the game, where the players pass on all kinds of information, and there are still no secret stories on the forum.

Crystal Clusters, the species that players have the impression of being born in the Crystal Jungle, seem to be a scattered population in the game that is isolated from the main line of history. They are stored in rare corners of the world, only by chance in the journey of explorers in a flash in the pan, the history of their white spoon records is a blank, from the appearance of the gods, to the fall of the fortress of Babbel, to the people of gold to open up the second era of mortal entry, the rise of the silver tribes, to the flames of black iron spread and burn on the earth, and the banner of the eagle and the hydra pattern was erected, in this long history, historians, The white-robed wizards had nothing but a dull and uniform record of their white spoons - 'they have no intelligence, no sense, like a crystal derivative that instinctively attacks invaders who approach their territory'.

The player's understanding originated here, and it is also inseparable - as if the crystal cluster is a new miscellaneous soldier and cannon fodder set up by the system, only to add some mystery to this bizarre world.

But who would have thought that on the back side of history, there would be such a big war.

On one side of the war are the noble Golden People, Minerin, the founders of the Empire, the ancestors, the servants of the Dark Dragon, who were once enemies of a world, but hatred cannot hide their shining blood—the golden blood that flows through the gods and the promise of their descendants. On the other hand, to the imagination of Brando—or perhaps the other half of his soul—Sophie, was the Crystal Clusters, a sparse and sporadic group of people who were supposed to act like beasts on instinct in the records of the sages, but here they formed a well-organized army, with their own banners, armor and weapons, disciplined, organized and no less large than the descendants of the gods they faced.

Brando realized that he might have seen another civilization, a strange civilization that he had never heard of, cut off from history.

Civilization of crystal clusters.

"Wait, I should have expected it......" Brando suddenly realized, they all seemed to have subconsciously ignored one thing, when did these beings born in the crystal start to appear on the earth? Looking back, there is a blank space in history, but when the first line of Cangzhi's poem was written to create this world, these tiny lives have already existed.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the words of Elaine, the banshee of the deer: 'The Lord and that one will fight together against the strange enemy. 'The main entry is Trisiman, and the entry is Odin the dark dragon - and those who enter are the crystal clusters.

So.

What are they competing for, and where do they come from?

Why did you become an enemy of Min'er and go there after the Battle of the Sages?

He set his sights on Sebes, the King of the Frost Knights, the only one present who could answer his question. Seibers sighed softly, "Do you understand, St. Osor. ”

Brando didn't understand what this sentence meant, maybe only the soul of the wind in his ring could answer, but the elven royal sister, who had always been too strong, chose to be unusually silent at this moment. After a few moments, her voice finally rang out: "Thank you for answering a question that has always been in my mind, but it doesn't mean anything, you want to say that Odin and his Earth Legions are guarding the world; But the decay and depravity of the people of gold is not on the other hand, Sebes, it is not us who rise up against you, but you yourselves have chosen the path of inevitable defeat—"

"Thousand-hundred-year-come."

Brando frowned, and while listening to the conversation between the two in a fog, Sebes sighed faintly: "I also understand this, St. Osor, the young knight opened up the era of mortal entry, the stars fell to the earth, and then the people of gold disappeared, and the people of silver were scattered on the earth, so that the rise of the people of black iron, you, the kingdom established with the king of fire, Gurt, I don't mean to say that they are meaningless, remember what I said, but right and wrong are here, not the point-"

"Sebes, what do you want to say?"

"I just want to say that the failure of Minerin, the establishment of the four kingdoms, my king has long expected this."

"It can't be!"

"It's possible, St. Osor, you are an elf, and I am a kind, even though I am a people of gold, but I can still feel the greed and ** that belong to this body in its lifetime - this is the source of civilization." The soul fire flickering in the eyes of the King of the Frost Knights, who stood on top of the meadow, was bright and wise, as if it had penetrated the shackles of time: "The repetition of history for thousands of years, there have never been exceptions, whether it is a class, an elf, a dynasty has overturned, but so. From the dynasty of Miner, to the empire of Cruz, and then to the small kingdom where our little friend lives, there has been an exception to the rise and fall? The struggle for power and profit, intrigue and intrigue, nothing more than that. ”

"St. Osor, what about the fog spirits who once followed you?"

The wind queen's heart was shocked, and even Brando felt the soul shock of this elven royal sister, and she didn't say a word again.

"So why did Odin make this choice, was it out of desperation? So where did these crystals go after the Battle of the Sages? Brando opened his mouth and asked the question he wanted the answer to most at this moment.

"I don't know." Sebes's answer was simple and straightforward.

"You don't know?" Brando is almost crazy, since you don't know, then what's the point of releasing this qiē?

"This land of war is called Minhel in our White Spoon language, and it should be east of Faenzan and St. Osor, which you are familiar with, and I have followed the kings over the mountains of Alkash to fight against these mysterious enemies, and I know no more about them than you do, except that the ancient language inherited in my blood tells me that they were already in Zài before Miner was deposited in Zài. They were our white-spooned enemies, and the war dragged on - but in my days, the Minerin and Crystal Cluster War lasted only a short time, with five Brigade Mages like you involved in the war, and then I returned to the Sativa Fields with the Legion of the Dark Wings, and it seems to have been a no-brainer shortly after to suppress the growing revolt in the Empire. Seibers said.

"Then why are you here, Sebes, since this war is no longer about you." Brando asked, frowning.

"For I have been commanded to wait here, for a man who understands the true meaning of 'fool' to come in." The King of the Frost Knight stared at Brando and replied word for word.

Fools.

Brando remembered his inheritance from the Dark Dragon, but what does it mean for the Fool to compete? Judging by Seabs's description at this moment, is it a savior? Or is it a fanatical self-sacrificing one? Neither of these, either way, Brando felt that he did not possess them, and he did not want to be, except for the memory of Eruin, the world may not be as close to him as he imagined. But the question is why the Dark Dragon chose him, or if it was just his luck.

This answer is not so tenable, perhaps for thousands of years, there are not many people who can touch the Dark Dragon's Sealing Stone, very few, but why didn't Odin choose Amman. Is it because Amman is a sacrifice of the Sanctuary of Fire? This reason may not be correct, because it can be seen from Sebes's description that Odin may not always have a prejudice against the Four Sages who have entered them in vain.

"You're saying I understand what 'fool' means, but I don't." Brando replied with some caution, I have to say that he is still worried that if he answers like this, Sebers will choose to take back the Dark Dragon's inheritance, and I have to say that this inheritance still means a lot to him now. Both the powerful force itself and the support of the witches behind it, especially the former, have helped him defeat powerful enemies many times, and Babasha and her followers are clearly a potentially powerful force.

No one knows the witch's penetration and understanding of the world better than Brando.

But he had to ask clearly, the scene that Seibers showed was beyond his comprehension, and made him realize the great secret hidden behind this world, that the 'fool' may be lurking in a huge crisis, and if Seibers told him that he inherited the fool's gift, he must inherit the responsibility of saving the world? What choice should he make? Brando didn't feel like he was that capable.

Sebes' eyes of the soul flame lingered on his face for a moment.

"You'll understand." He replied slowly.

"What?" This answer was unexpected, and the King of the Frost Knights played a dumb riddle with him, and this determined tone reminded him of the wrinkled faces under the tents that Gupu had entered, and Miner had entered into a mystical culture, in whose eyes fate was unknowable and certain, no chance encounters, only inevitable. But neither the Brando-Sophie soul could accept this answer, and if it was a task, then he should have the power to understand and make choices, rather than play hide-and-seek in this labyrinth of language.

If this is still in the world of Amber Sword.

He stared at the other party, showing that he would not give up until he got an answer.

But Sebes seemed to have expected this: "The fool is not a fixed meaning, it represents such a kind of behavior, and I have read from your eyes your past, and I think that you are the one who the first king is waiting for, the young one." ”

"My past?"

"Some Irichi are destined to do nothing, but some Iriki are able to work towards their goal from beginning to end, even if they clumsily repeat ridiculous failures, even if they are not understood by Iri, they may fail, but once they succeed, they will be called miracles, and they will be recited by all Iri—most of them have become fools in the eyes of the permanent, and their stupidity is not stubborn, but they know what they are doing more clearly than others."

"You mean Odin ......"

"I mean, you, young guys, know what you want to do."

Brando fell silent, what he wanted to do, he was really clear about the goal. Perhaps in the eyes of most people, Eruin is in turmoil, just repeating the history of a dynastic change, decades ago, or a hundred years ago, it also experienced such a history, the decay of the dynasty mentioned by the soil of the new, after the fall of the royal family of Siphah, and the crescent moon of Corcova, but his main entry, always the indomitable Eruin. Only this time is different, all the introductory have ignored the potential enemy intrusion in the east, and the dark nobles who have been scattered and fragmented for thousands of years are now united under the supreme and only mercury staff, maybe forty years later, history will repeat itself, and the Eruin who belongs to Eruin will no longer exist.

Or maybe this kingdom was just a name that meant something, but for him, beneath that silver banner was covered with many familiar corpses, princesses, Valkyries, and many memories of fighting side by side with faith.

So he had to go first.

Stupid?

Perhaps there was something strange in Antitina's eyes, in the eyes of Her Highness the Princess, in the eyes of the bronze dragon Leto, and in the eyes of all his followers, his enemies, and the bystanders, just as Cagris still did not understand why he always had to plan for everything, and even he and Antitina agreed that he had a greater ambition in his lord's heart - to become a being like the first emperor Ek. Brando does want to be that kind of being, but the title is not the king of the land, but the sage who leads the people out of thorns and darkness.

"That's what it is...... Fools? Brando asked to himself.

"It's not just that, I can't tell you much, but there is a voice in my veins that tells me, and you will definitely understand this qiē. Young in, whether you are good, I am good, and the noble soul in your ring, all of us are exploring, the world is an absurd stage in the eyes of many people, it is Vanity Fair, it is intrigues, it is full of intrigues and intrigues, they confine their eyes to a superficial cage, this cage, is their ** and thoughts," the King of Frost Knight smiled mysteriously: "But we are not, you know what I am talking about, because this world is not as simple as it seems, Right? ”

Brando was horrified.

The world is not as simple as it seems.

He didn't know if Seibers meant it, but at least it seemed to him that it was—for he knew that the world had another name, the Amber Sword, a name that only he knew. Iri, who knew the meaning of the name as well as he did, was cut off from him in another world at the moment.

"This secret ......" Brando hesitated for a moment and asked, "Is it related to those crystal clusters?" ”

"Perhaps, but maybe not, there is a voice in the shadows telling me the truth behind that war, but I know very little. There aren't many things that Odin can tell me, he sealed his life's knowledge in this inheritance, he didn't force you to choose anything, but history goes back and forth, what should happen will always happen, the battle of the Sage is no accident, if I'm not mistaken, war is about to befall this world again. ”

Brando didn't answer, but he knew that the Frost Knight King hadn't guessed right.

It's just that history is repeated, and perhaps it is not due to some fate in the dark, but because of the selfishness and greed that civilization repeats over and over again. The impending war over the slate is a footnote to this.

So in the final analysis, is it the fault of civilization itself?

Brando frowned and shook his head, he felt like his head was going to explode, maybe these things weren't something he should be worried about. He exhaled, and although he didn't understand what St. Osor, Sebes, and Odin were really after, he at least understood what he was after, superficial or noble, he had to do it eventually, and he clung to the stubborn character he had cultivated in the game.

He looked up and decided not to play any more dumb riddles with the Knight King, which seemed to him to be entirely the Frost Knight King's own bad taste, and Miner was a lover of mystery, and they were always careful and subtle to play with their agnosticism, but Brando had his own way of doing things—he interrupted Seibers's tirade, "You mean, only if I understand this qiē, I am qualified to inherit the legacy of the Dark Dragon." ”

"Nope."

Seibs shook his head: "Actually, the strength you showed at the beginning is already qualified to inherit the inheritance, I just want to tell you what happened behind this war, whether it is Cruz or the wind elves, it is far from the time when you can sit back and relax." ”

Brando stared silently at the Frost Knight King.

The underlying meaning in his eyes was: 'What's the point of all that nonsense you're talking earlier?' ’

If he were a living, he might feel a little embarrassed by Brando's questioning gaze, but Sebes is an undead, and the thousand-year-old ice wind has long frozen his skeletal cheeks as thick as a glacier, so the Frost Knight King can keep his face unchanged: "Because this is the mission I am waiting for here." ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Brando asked rhetorically, he hesitated, but decided to tell the truth: "I can't go down the path of the Dark Dragon, it seems to me that I am inheriting only the legacy he left behind, not his will, I hope you understand this." ”

When Brando said this, he felt a slight approval in his heart.

"St. Osor's big entry?" He couldn't help but wonder a little.

But the wind queen did not respond.

"You're not afraid that I'll take back your inheritance when you say that, young and young?" Seibers's tone froze.

"I'm afraid it's not up to you to decide, honorable King of the Frost Knights, I don't know why Odin chose me, but that's my will." Brando's tone became affirmative, if after such a long period of temptation, he still didn't understand what this guy meant, then he could really go and die headlong: "Whether you accept it or not, it's true, I'm Brando, not the Dark Dragon-"

"It's exactly the same stubbornness."

The King of Frost Knight was slightly stunned, then chuckled.

Laughter filled with the hollow voices of the undead. (To be continued)