The Amber Sword - v6 Chapter 498

Before Yaluta left, he felt restless in his heart.

He turned back to see his sister Peia and the King of Lorraine.

In front of the promenade, tall floor-to-ceiling windows form a row with each other, soft sunlight shines on the ground through the glass, and every few meters, a bright stamp is sprinkled. Through the rays of light, the dust is flying, and the light and shadow alternately form a deep space. The end of the promenade seems to lead to an unknown world.

And Isdorville looked at him calmly, his face thinner than ever before.

“Go, Your Highness,” he said.

“But I … I don’t know if I can do it …” Yalta was a little scared, and she flinched.

Istorville told him: “The king of Saint Osor must have his own decision.”

“… What if it’s wrong?” Yaluta asked.

“The way we do one thing is to think it over and think about it beforehand, and then make up our minds, and once we make up our minds, we have to show the courage to take responsibility for it,” said Istorville. “No You can’t make mistakes, but you can’t make mistakes in a horrible way. Have you considered this clearly, Your Highness? “

“I think about it clearly, Mr. Isdoville. I think Brother Brando’s decision is right. In this common war, everyone should be sincere and united?”

“So you have made up your mind?”

Yalutta nodded thoughtfully.

“Then if you are wrong, you will suffer criticism. Are you afraid of criticism?” Istorville asked.

“No, I’m not afraid, Mr. Istorville,” Yaluta said, “because I believe our starting point is correct, even if we are temporarily frustrated, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will find I have the source of the problem and correct it. I am not afraid of difficulties, because difficulties can always be overcome. “

The King of Lorraine Dale could not help but be infected by the youthful spirit. Pureness is always good. Perhaps he will encounter many things in the future and find that the world is not as simple as he thought. But as long as this original intention is in place, all difficulties can always be overcome.

“So, what else do you worry about, Your Highness?” He asked again.

Yaruta’s eyes dimmed: “But I am your King-Chu, aren’t you? Don’t you worry that I and Mr Brando are too close? Do you think that your future king will obey an outsider? At the mercy of putting the interests of Saint-Osor under the interests of other nations, is this a decision made? “

After listening to this question, Istorville laughed and said, “His Highness, the elves are by no means ungrateful.”

He looked at the human teenager, and his eyes were more appreciated: “You can say these words today, it is proof that you are the same person as us, and the vision of the adults after the wind is really extraordinary.”

But Yalutta didn’t quite understand what the elven lord meant.

Istorville continued: “His Royal Highness, do you really think that Count Tonigel’s choice is correct?”

In this regard, Yalutta nodded without hesitation.

“That’s enough,” Istoville replied loudly. “As long as you think that’s true, you let it go. The elves will be behind you as your solid backing.”

After listening to this answer, Yalta froze.

The King of Lorraine’s attitude was completely beyond his expectations.

And his sister, the hunter girl Peia, walked up without anyone. As the daughter of the mountain people, she didn’t have much reason to talk about, but silently put the posthumous ring in her brother’s palm. Although taciturn, her soft eyes have contained all the words to her younger brother, which are the traditional and tenacious qualities that the mountain people have insisted on for generations.

Although simple, but beautiful.

Yalta held the holy ring, and the rings were shining in the gloom. The elves looked at this scene, and the long procession folded over in turn, like a silver wave, on both sides of the promenade, facing the future king. before. The young man looked at this scene, and suddenly a trickle of heat flowed in his heart, it was like a whisper in his ear whispering that the glory and faith of this elven kingdom for thousands of years is an ancient identity.

The teenager felt a bit astringent at the corners of his eyes. He gently raised the back of his hand and wiped it.

He vowed that he would certainly not disappoint anyone.

…

Everything is coming to an end.

Veronica looked at the hands raised like mountains, and the depression and disappointment in her heart became more and more pervasive.

It is true that no one in this world will be desperate for death. Everyone is equally fearful before death. Especially when the blood is gone, only the instinctive instinct is left. This is certainly the need for the continuation of any ethnic group, and it may not be shameful.

But even more terrible than death is the loss of hope. The life of a mortal is like a flash of time compared to the long history. Sealing a wife and becoming famous is a need for life, but when death comes, everything returns to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to repeat this process repeatedly in their busy lives. What is the significance of existence?

Few people have doubts about their lives.

Because the civilization and ethnic groups made up of individuals are built on countless gravels, the gravels come and go, the empire rises and falls, and shame and honor, but history is inexhaustible, but it still leaves a mark. The people of the world change the world and the future little by little. Maybe everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today and tomorrow are different after all. Perhaps the future and hope are the ultimate answer to this question.

However, at this moment, the answer has lost its meaning.

Suddenly, Veronica heard a nobleman choking next to her: “Thank goodness, I can finally leave this ghost place, I’m so worried every day that I will never see my family again. As long as the elves allow us to enter, I Immediately took my family to Caroles, and if the Dragon of the Twilight hits that place, try to find a way to Jiufeng … “

Veronica turned around and saw the aristocrat with tears on her face. I didn’t know what kind of mood she was, and asked her to ask, “Where are you going after the nine phoenixes?”

The aristocrat couldn’t answer, but he stayed for a while.

Veronica shook her head when she saw it, and suddenly she was a little bit anxious. She separated the crowd and went out, trying to leave the place. But at a glance, he saw the Duke Ludwig, who was still in his seat not far away. It was sorrowful to say that the other party stood firmly on her opposite side first, but unexpectedly chose to abstain in the voting.

Duke Ludwig sat in a dazed position. He tried to reach out for his pocket watch several times, but his hands were so bad that he took an empty one.

Veronica looked at the man, and realized that there might be two ways to get on the gallows. The latter chose the one that was more cruel to himself, and he obliterated his hope.

But others may be able to walk more decently as a result.

Even though Veronica had some intentions to say something, it was difficult to speak in the face of the tenth-year-old Duke Ludwig. She felt panicked, and staying in this fortress may not be the right choice, but where is the right choice?

Is it really hopeless?

She can stay here to die generously.

But what about others?

At one corner of the round table, Arch Druid saw the scene in anger, shook his head, and got up and left his position.

The Artifact Wizards of the Silver Alliance are also exiting, although they have not expressed any opinions from the beginning, the Wizards just discussed with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, with few smiles on their faces.

Only the representatives of the mountain people and the highlanders are still sitting in their own positions, as if looking at the representatives of Yinwan on the other side. These little nobles are discussing their own stay, and more importantly, how should the coalition forces in Silver Bay save?

The Fazan people also got up, packed up all kinds of parchment papers on the table, and the envoys of the White City states behind them went earlier and went out in groups. Noisy in the hall, someone still nodded angrily to Archdruid.

But at this time–

The wind elves, who had been watching in the hall all of a sudden, suddenly stood up from their positions and looked collectively towards the south gate of the hall.

Veronica was about to leave, but she found that not far away, there was a look of astonishment on the face of Duke Ludwig, who had been unaware of the surrounding changes, and trembling stood up from her position, looking Look straight behind her.

She turned around subconsciously.

Many people are turning back …

The Bugatians stopped outside the gate to the north, and the envoys of the White City states were blocked behind them. Both turned and looked in this direction.

The people in the position stopped their movements, Faenzan looked at his colleagues, and the representatives of Silver Bay looked at each other. Arch Druid’s furious pace slowed, and he turned around, looking a bit surprised at this.

‘Click’.

The door to the south was pushed open and creaked.

The hall was quiet for a while, because people saw rows of elves guarding in silver armor and winged helms rushing out of the gate, arching a human teenager into the hall.

All the wind elves in the hall were subconsciously saluting at this moment.

But they were not saluting the human teenager.

It’s what the teenager holds.

It was a ring–

In full view, Yalta walked down the steps with the ordinance and went to the round table where the elves’ representatives were; he raised his head, looked at all the nobles in the hall, and raised the ring, Gently place it on the table.

Above that ring, a round of Saint-Osor’s nine-emblem emblem shone in the gloom hanging down in the center of the hall.

“The ring after the wind!”

Someone recognized it and exclaimed.

Veronica stared at her words, feeling that her heartbeat was almost half a beat; not far away, Archdruid’s face also showed surprise.

Yaluta looked at everyone present.

Hundreds of eyes also fixed on the former hunter’s son.

But the young man didn’t flinch in the slightest. Instead, only infinite courage stirred in his chest. Because today, he understands what he has to do.

That represents a promise that has not been fulfilled for a thousand years. After a thousand years, it will be fulfilled again in the hands of the descendants of the mist elves and in the hands of the wind elves today.

A long overdue promise.

Yaluta said quietly: “The wind elves of Saint Osor are willing to stay and stand by the fort.”

The voice reverberating over the hall was not loud, and even a little childish.

But there are so many words.

He stared at the Cruz seat. The hall was so quiet that the Cruz nobles were dumbfounded-were these elves crazy? The Bugatians stopped whispering, and beside them, Archdruid thoughtfully sat back in his place, as if waiting for something.

Only the wind elves stared at the ring and looked at their future king with a serious look.

Yaluta said again: “So where were the former allies, descendants of the King of Flames, where are they today, and remember your vows?”

Subconsciously, Veronica would separate the crowd and return to her place-would the Cruzs lose their trust? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight alongside the elves.

But before she had time to speak, a clear and powerful voice had answered for her:

“Cruzes are here–“

“Who is talking?”

“Who dare to represent the Cruzers without authorization!”

An aristocratic member stood up, looked around with a fat head, trying to find someone to speak up.

But his words got stuck in his throat immediately.

The crowd was splitting left and right, and a road was automatically opened-in the middle of the road, the Yan family knights in heavy armor stood opposite each other, and sixteen knights escorted a young girl into the hall.

The blonde girl also held a ring up in her hands.

But it was more like a round of flames, with golden flame rings burning in her hands.

Some people in the crowd made a drooling voice: “The Most Instructive Ring …”

Faina stepped down the steps and came to the round table.

She stared at the hunter-boy in front of her.

Then solemnly placed the ring on the table, raised his head to the wind elves and replied, “Two rings bear this vow, and the Cruzs are willing to fight alongside their former allies.”

The elves nodded.

“We may have resentment,” behind Yalutta, King Lorraine Istorville replied: “But it was written off today. We were comrades-in-arms thousands of years ago, and so is today.”

“Take an oath–“

The elves answered in unison.

Yaluta looked at the nobleman with some admiration. He also raised the holy ring after the wind and replied solemnly: “In the name of the holy ring-“

In the air.

Two shining rings.

Opposite each other.

Everything looks like it was thousands of years ago.

“Unfortunately there are only two …” Archdruid looked at the scene in anger, and sighed.

Perhaps the era of the seven precepts is now a thing of the past.

At the head of Kinderbell, the defense line of the Silver Bay Coalition was fragmenting.

But the real despair in people’s hearts did not come from the overwhelming army of dusk-Blank stood solemnly behind the battlements, and beside him, the nun princess Magdale was covering her mouth, watching in horror what was going on. scene.

It was a huge black sphere, showing its shape outside the city of Campbell.

“Martha is on, what the **** is that …”

Baishan.

The wind elves and vampires stood opposite each other. Twenty-six representatives looked at each other and opened the chairs, seated on each side of a long table.

After watching the two sides for a moment, the clerk silently picked up the quill and wrote the first sentence on the parchment:

“An era has passed …”

The huge silver dragon fluttered down on a city ruin with flapping wings. Delphin jumped off the back of the silver dragon for the first time. She landed on the ground, besides the Bugatian envoy who came to meet, she also watched Arrived at two unexpected people.

Feng Huo and Fang Qi stood opposite each other, the former looked at her with a smile:

“You’re here, Miss Delphin …”

Farnzan’s eastern border, the Great Glacier.

The elven queen looked a little lonely at the iceberg shining purple in the distance.

Her people, the army of the wild elves were falling on the road of attack, and the knights of Faenza had gathered into a torrent, but still could not tear a hole on the line of defense of the Nation.

A purple light suddenly flashed in the sky, and she looked up in the lingering ice wind, as if suddenly realized something.

“It has finally begun, this millennium endless battle …”

Eruin, Castle of Lights-

Inside the black prison underground, the girl looked up at the only beam of light cast from the ceiling. She wore heavy iron shackles on each of her hands and feet, and with a slight movement, the iron chain locked on the wall made a rattle.

After a moment, Antitina closed her eyes silently.

She is no stranger to darkness.

Rosy blood was dripping down the cold metal.

“Brando …”

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