"I still don't quite understand," Brando asked, "and what does that mean?" ”

"It means a lot, and you'll understand it soon," White Mist said, "First of all, it means that you are the one who was chosen by the three scepters, and you are the only one in history who has done so." The last person to be recognized by both holy swords, do you know who it is? ”

Brando thought for a moment, and remembered a person who had also used the Wind Sword as a key to open the door to the Mountain of Storm Rest, and obtained three of Gaia's holy relics from the mountain, the Sword of the Earth, Harangea, the Meaning of the Mountains and the Sacred Spear.

This man is the knight of the Azure -

History did not say that the Wind Sacred Sword that Azure Knight had used was that one, but it should at least be an elemental holy sword, otherwise it would not be possible to open the gate of the Two Realms. And later, he obtained the three holy relics of the Earth Temple, among which the Holy Spear Sky was an artifact higher than the level of Harangeya, if he did not get the approval of the Seal of Gaia, how could he take it away?

"The Azure Knight?" He asked tentatively.

"You react quickly," White Mist smiled, "It is indeed the knight of Azure Sky, after all, only those who pursue independence and freedom as unruly as the wind, and can be recognized by the Sword of the Earth, can finally protect this world and bring Vaynd an era that belongs to mortals, which is the beginning of the gods no longer interfering in the fate of mortals-"

"Lord White Mist, it's too much of an exaggeration for you to compare me to the Azure Knight." Brando himself couldn't believe it, and quickly shook his head, he had read the legend of the latter in countless myths and literature. No matter what language or one people, the account of the Azure knight is full of discontent and praise when it is mentioned that the Azure knight pierced the sky, caused the stars to fall to the earth, and saved the whole world.

And himself. Not to mention confronting the Dragon of Dusk, even against behemoths like the Empire and the Dragon Queen are a little unsustainable.

The former is the hero who saves the whole world, and he even ends up sacrificing himself in order to 'die with the Dragon of Dusk'. After the Age of Chaos, even the gods saw the glint of light from mortals, and ushered in the millennia-long 'Age of Radiance Return to the Earth' - gradually handing over the authority of the gods to the people of gold and silver.

Since then. A nation that was born as a 'warrior' and a 'craftsman' in the past can finally control its own destiny. And thousands of years later, even the smallest mortals have won their own freedom, and Vaynd is no longer the world that God wants.

It's an ordinary world that belongs to every one of its people.

Brando himself is one of this large, ordinary group, who has changed the fate of a small kingdom on the frontier of the civilized world, and is the most ordinary noble lord of the Templar of the Flame Temple, the Counts of Toniguel and Jean Denel.

Such people can be found in the entire empire, not to mention the continent of Vaynd, including Faenzan, St. Osor, Hazel, and Elranta.

If someone said that such an earl could be compared to the Azure Knight, even if Brando had made a great name in Cruz at this moment. I'm afraid it will also make people laugh off their big teeth.

But Bai Wu seemed a little unimpressed by his appearance.

She shook her head and didn't say much, only asked, "Brando, I'll just ask you a question, when dusk falls and the lives of everyone around you are threatened, will you step forward?" ”

Brando was stunned.

The first thing that came to his mind was how dusk could come, and it was still the end of the year of the sword. But suddenly he was stunned, because he thought of Roman. Thinking of the dragon, I thought of all the mess at the moment.

As if inadvertently, history had already changed beyond recognition, and before Madara's skeleton had even had time to launch the Second War of the Black Roses (Brando did not yet know the shape of Eruin's country), dusk seemed to have crossed several 'versions' and came to the world.

This is not a joke. Nor is it a wary proverb, but a fact that is actually happening in the world of the elements.

If he can't stop the dragon queen, then twilight will surely come to this world, whether or not the former can actually get the shepherd what he wants, and kill the dragon in one fell swoop and never be a curse - but at least in whatever form she succeeds or fails. Roman may not be spared.

Bai Mist's question seemed to have been asked to the deepest part of his heart.

"Will you stand up—?"

Thinking of this, Brando found it hard not to ask himself: how could he not stand up? What is he here for?

Perhaps the White Mist had already seen through this—he could not retreat, and if he had retreated, perhaps he would have turned silently when he was in Fort Riden, at Fort Fir.

Then he would not see the eyes full of hope and dependence—the clear and innocent eyes of the refugees of Butcher, the mercenaries of the fir land, and the clear and innocent eyes of Funia.

There are only two words that can describe it.

That's trust.

One can betray something, but not oneself, and so Brando finds himself able to come up with such an answer very lightly, as if for granted.

He had to step up.

Before everyone.

Just like he had promised.

He came back to his senses and saw that the white mist and black eyes were looking at him, with a hint of a smile in them: "Figured it out? ”

"Not everyone is born a hero, only innocent children will shout all day long to be a savior, but the adult world is bound by a heavier responsibility, which is your duty and your responsibility, and when the moment comes, you must make a choice-"

"The Three Holy Swords chose you because they trusted you, and that's a recognition, and so are we."

White Mist paced from his left shoulder to his right shoulder, sweeping the back of his neck with his long tail, causing Brando to shrink his neck. She said, "Go ahead, go talk to Miss Leprechaun." You should now understand why Roman's aunt would rather give up hope than let you out of this place, and that's because you are so important to everyone, she loves Roman a lot, but she knows that Roman loves you and the world more. ”

"What should I talk to them about......" Brando looked at Miss Leprechaun. He saw that Tata, after asking him a few questions earlier, flew up to a mast and discussed with Root for a long time with a stern face, and then the two seemed to have finally come to an agreement, and they flew down together and flew towards him.

"Talk about what you have to do, that's what Hallangea sent you here for—Miss Fairy already knows this, go and ask her what you should do. She will tell you this—to fulfill your responsibilities, as a man's promise to Miss Roman. ”

"You must not have forgotten that her dream is to be a businessman, not a witch, and you should know how to achieve this, right?"

"Because you're Brando, you must be the one who brings hope."

White Mist whispered in his ear again, and Miss Elf and Root had already arrived in front of him, and all the Tirmothians looked in this direction solemnly.

He is the king of the earth, of the fire, and of the shallow sea, though he has never had a crown of laurels. But its own fate quietly crowned it.

In this elemental world, every gaze placed on it is a divine baptism.

"Mr. Brando, Lord of the Earth," Tata said sternly, "I think we must speak with you. ”

Brando looked at the leprechaun and then at the Fire Elf Prince - and Fias looked even more nervous above him, looking left and right. Looks a little scared.

Brando nodded silently.

Miss Fairy looked at him with a somewhat obsessive gaze and spoke, "Mr. Brando." Please forgive us for our recklessness, but I would like to change the plan we set earlier......"

Brando looked at her and didn't interject, knowing that the fairy lady would definitely explain it to him.

Tata took a deep breath, which made the fairy lady look a little uncharacteristically excited, and her voice was even a little incoherent.

"Because...... This time. Maybe we can really beat that ...... completely. Save zài......"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, you're the one that Lord Odin has been waiting for, the one that Lord Elranta has been waiting for, and the one we've been waiting for."

"This. I'm still ...... Don't quite understand? ”

"Mr. Brando," Miss Leprechaun took another breath and said softly, "I want to tell you a story......"

Brando was silent for a moment before replying, "Does this story have anything to do with ours?" ”

Tata nodded.

"Then please speak."

"The beginning of this story...... There is a deep connection with a sword......"

"Because this is a sword that does not exist in the mortal world, it is the purest, far from the world, and the idealized existence of the ......"

"The name of this sword is the Sword of Amber."

……

A bright flash of lightning spilled down from the sky shrouded in dark clouds, reflecting the entire mountain field in white. In the pouring rain, a fire was burning on the dark mountain top in the distance, and the light of the fire reflected the water, so that the whole night was shrouded in an ominous brilliance.

Several pillars of light shone for a long time in the dark night sky, and the barrier that this light supported across the entire kingdom seemed to imprint the thrilling scene that preceded it in the hearts of all who witnessed it.

A terrible storm seemed to be brewing in the direction of the trade wind ring, and a black wall of clouds could be seen accumulating momentum on the surface of the sea thousands of miles away.

Tonigel's offshore wind roared, and the black waves rolled up seemed to lurk countless fierce beasts under them, and several sailing ships that were entering the harbor did not even have time to struggle, they were dragged into the deep sea by the waves and strong winds, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of the mountains and forests, under the pouring rain, a deer-like figure was leaning next to a collapsed tomb, looking fixedly in that direction.

"Isis, thirteenth month, the Great Tide, the Scourge of the Elements...... It's been a thousand years, and it's still coming, my lord, Lord Odin, please bless this troubled world for a moment of rest...... The seal is about to be broken, and no one knows whether the struggle of mortals is meaningless, Lord Witch Queen...... Maybe this qiē didn't come to fruit......" she muttered to herself.

The staccato sound was soon swallowed up by the rain.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky.

Two flames seemed to ignite in the eyes of the deer-bodied banshee.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered the old days, and she thought a lot, and she thought of the corpse of the clock tower monster that was sleeping in the ground.

Then she remembered a face that belonged to a mortal.

She looked in the direction of Fort Fir.

"Little one, I don't know if you're still there," Elaine muttered, "Maybe we won't have a chance to meet again, but you'll never understand that......"

……

(PS: The milk is not poisonous enough, I can't lift the blood of IG, a certain change, the secret virtual area exploded, after all, the yellow net team, my heart hurts my aunt.)

In the afternoon, I ran to play the ancient century, and at night I was preparing to go offline to code words, but the server exploded, which was also a certain change, and was targeted by the system. (To be continued......)