Faenzan's envoy had left the March Laurel Terrace, the smell of burnt in the air, the leaves fluttering in the air with the night wind, but the direction of the wind had changed.

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

Only St. Osor, the Queen of the Wind, and her knights, and the two Hunter siblings remained.

The elf royal sister took off the wind queen ring on her white index finger, and everyone present made the same action, and the sky of the wind elf palace sank slightly.

One by one, the rings in their hands lit up.

I don't know who was mourning for the dead, but the mournful and distant song of the elves floated in from far away from outside the court.

From the wind,

Sheltered by the wind,

O descendants of Osomir,

Why not go back?

……

Return to the wind,

Favored by the wind,

The heroic soul is gone,

Eternal sleep is like silence.

St. Osore listened to the song.

She seemed to recall her childhood, when the moon covered the valley and the elders told the myths and legends of antiquity in the forest, and unlike the indifference of many elves, she longed for a heroic life.

But when has the hero been at the mercy of fate?

"Geert, Faunzan, are you all right......?"

A thousand years later, the moonlight is still as bright as ever, but the story told under the moon has already covered thousands of years.

That's a qiē that only a few people remember.

When these few people also die, the time that belongs to the past comes to a permanent standstill.

The elven maiden blinked slightly, as if she had sand in her eyes, and she took the ring and held it high, and the knights did the same.

An era is over.

However, there is always a page to turn in a new story.

One by one, the rings turned into streamers from their hands. Soar into the sky.

"Farewell, my friend, farewell, honorable majesty—" The knight who had lost his ring saluted his comrades and the queen of the wind with the etiquette of the elven knights.

His faintly fluorescent body began to fade away from his feet, then half of his body. In the end, the whole person turned into a little dust and disappeared with the wind.

"Farewell, thousand-year covenant, we never regret it."

"If you go back in time—"

"We believe,"

"The victory is still the same."

The knights bowed in unison to St. Osor, the wind, and then their figures faded into dust.

Saint Osore wiped the corners of her eyes, and she did not shed tears, because that was a weakness that did not belong to the sages. Heroes were born to protect this world, and they shouldn't have felt sad, but at the moment the wind and sand are too big and their eyes are blurred.

This is a reunion after a thousand years.

But it is also the final goodbye.

She was luckier than the others, because at least she had time to say goodbye, and in her misty eyes she seemed to see Elranta, the tall back. Saint Ossol's lips moved, not knowing whether to call them 'Big Human Woman' or 'Sister Elranta'.

The elven royal sister's face was calm. Just looked in that direction with some distraction—though there was nothing but laurel leaves scattered everywhere.

"Our life is like a circle. It has a beginning and an end, but when that moment comes, it's like we're back in the Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info - "

"Faenzan, can you please stop saying such nonsense, you are not a poet......"

"Huh. St. Osor, I really doubt which of the two of us is the elf, is there an elf like you, I remember that the elves don't have a deep understanding of art and beauty? ”

"There are always exceptions, am I? To be honest, I also pursue a romantic life. But my romance is a sword, not a poetic—"

"That's right. But St. Osor, seriously, I, Cruz, and Elranta are all human, and you are an elf, and one day we will all grow old, but you will live a long, long time, and when that time comes, you will understand the meaning of this sentence-"

"Then I'd rather not understand that even though you are human, as long as you become stronger, you can still have a long life, even longer than us elves, right?"

"Hehe, that's true."

It was not tears that slipped down, but starlight.

'Click-'

Peya felt a chill on the back of her hand.

She was slightly stunned, and when she looked down, she saw a wet mark there, and the crystal beads were sliding down the back of her hand to her fingertips. "Your Excellency......" she looked up at the latter in surprise.

The lower half of the elven royal sister's body has faded to the point that there is almost only a phantom left.

She blinked, but smiled when she came back to her senses, reached out and gently touched the heads of the hunter siblings, and said kindly, "Remember what I said to you?" ”

"My lord, are you going to leave ...... too?" Aruta looked up at the elven sister who had taught him and his sister swordsmanship and bowery, and had given them motherly care, and asked in a whisper.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, the relationship between the three has become quite close.

"There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, Yaruta."

"But what about Mr. Brando?" Holding back her breath, Yaruta asked, "Didn't you promise him that you would go back to see him?" ”

"It's not the first time I've lied to him." The queen of the wind smiled slightly: "He's just a fool." ”

Aruta looked at her steadily.

Peya was the same, but her sister was always stronger and more sensible than her brother, and she walked over and gently pressed her brother's shoulder from behind.

The younger brother's eye circles soon turned red.

"But I don't want you to go, my lord......"

"That's not going to work." Saint Osor smiled magnanimously and said, "There are more important people waiting for me, Yaruta, you are still young, you will go to many places in the future, see many things, and meet many people." There are always a few of these people who are worth the rest of your life's wait—"

"Is there someone like that waiting for you, my lord?" Aruta asked, "Is it the Lord of the Flame and Lord Faenzan?" ”

"You're smart, but it's not just them." The elven royal sister sighed, and there was already a color of memory in her tone.

What a glorious time it was.

So many people.

So many legends.

But it's gone.

Specks of light and dust scattered in the night sky......

The hunter siblings both looked up. Looking at this last parting word, it was as if the two of them didn't understand what this qiē meant, and many of Vaughnde's people on this night didn't understand either.

A new page has been turned in history.

The names that belonged to the past have finally been sealed under the pages of the book.

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

"Scepter of the Wind!"

The third streamer reflected in her white eyes had already shocked her speechless.

The Wind Sacred Sword - the sky is almost about to take shape. Only the last Orb of the Wind was missing, but Root and Shiro, who were present, suddenly saw that Brando was in tears at this moment.

For he heard only one voice echoing in his heart:

"The rest of the road is up to you, little one, come on-"

The voice was so familiar that it made him understand what was happening in an instant.

"Goodbye, sir."

"Farewell, little one."

This is perhaps the last message of an era.

……

There was a sigh in the darkness.

Faunzan's bell rang for a long time. The two popes watched the blurred starlight pass away from the eastern sky, and there was a glimmer of white light in the sky, and the devastated land finally ushered in another day's sunrise.

Outside the palace, on the terrace, the figure of Elranta is long gone.

Birds fluttered their wings and flew over the canopy, and white-robed monks ran through the courtyard, a pillar of light. It is rising from the temple where the divine power Olamisor is placed.

The golden light, and the morning light in the distant sky. Complementing each other-

Everybody, all eyes on it.

Watch it shine brightly and fade away little by little.

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

William turned around in mid-air. The scene of the collapse of the mountains was reflected in his eyes, and hundreds of snow-capped mountains collapsed downward in his field of vision, turning into powder.

"The Sound of the Relic—"

He hesitated for a moment before flying in that direction.

Seven holy swords hung alone in the starry sky beside Brando.

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

"Someone has restrained the will of the Orb of the Wind!" Root said hatefully: "How can he do that, why can mortals be so selfish!" ”

"The Staff of Ice didn't respond to the call, it wasn't enough, there wasn't enough time—" Bai's face was a little ugly.

But it's not that she doesn't really feel unworthy for Brando, but because now she and Brando are grasshoppers on the same rope, and the more Brando gets, the more sure she will be.

At the end of the day, she never considered herself a selfless person, but she never needed to be selfless.

It's just that in any case, perhaps no one wants to see this World Cup ruined, except for the real madmen, because no one wants to die.

Even the undead are no exception -

An eternal gaze was staring at the dome of the Hall of Bones, and after a long time, she chuckled, and the white gas that came out of her mouth turned into ice mist and rustled to the ground.

Darkness and death lay at her feet, blood-like roses growing and spreading from the white bones beneath her throne.

It was a plant from hell, born from the blood of the bitter drink.

"If you want to take something out of my hand, you can't do that."

The Supreme Juggernaut shook his head slightly.

She tossed the mercury-like scepter in her hand.

The scepter vibrated and glowed brightly, but it quickly dimmed.

"All things,"

"Only surrender—"

…… (To be continued......)