Without waiting for Brando to continue asking, he suddenly waved his hand and said: "Okay, what I have to do has been done. Brando, I am very happy to see that you can officially join us and become one of us - this time we say goodbye.
After that, I’m afraid it will be difficult to see the future again, and the road ahead can only be left to you."
Brando was stunned for a moment.
Although he didn't know that the Emperor of Elements would eventually leave, it was only when the other party said goodbye that he realized that he was facing a legend from thousands of years ago.
"Lord Tumen..."
"Hey, there's no need to be coy. We are all grown men. Besides, with that guy St. Osol teaching you, I believe you won't have any big problems." Tumen smiled slightly: "Although I am a bit stubborn, I am the best.
One of the students."
"snort!"
Fenghou snorted heavily. But she raised her head, looked at the translucent Tumen, and couldn't help but frown: "Old guy, I also have a question."
Tumen turned his head and asked with a smile: "You can ask, my student."
"After the battle at Osopa'a, did you die..." Saint Osor hesitated for a moment, and then asked.
There seemed to be silence on the platform for a moment.
But Tumen finally spread his hands: "I'm afraid it's difficult for me to answer this question. Because you know the history after the Battle of Osopa'a better than I do - when I leave this image, the late king should return the favor.
In Elka.”
"That was before marching into the Great Swamp." Saint Osol frowned and looked at him. Brando said to himself after hearing the news, but he was thinking about the history of the conversation between the two. Saint
In the battle, the Four Sages did not actually have an army to resist the Dark Dragon from the beginning.
In fact, before marching into the Everglades, the Dark Dragon was far from paying attention to these 'untouchables' from other races. Before the Battle of Osopa'a, this historical 'tyrant' and 'dictator' had always been
Elka, who stayed near the permafrost glacier, has this history that even the players have not yet understood.
For example, what exactly is he planning in the permafrost glacier? There is no record in history. Brando can only rely on the banshee saying that Odin once invited Trishman to join him in fighting the mysterious enemy.
It is speculated that the whereabouts of the other party may be related to this matter.
Then the Battle of Osopa'o broke out, and the rebels invaded Demia. The victory of this battle became a turning point in history. From then on, the rebels began to grow, and the Buga people and the dragon tribe joined the war one after another. Soon thereafter, elements were
News that Emperor Tumen was killed.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Tumen.
"The Buga people said they killed you, but someone among the Silver Elves saw with their own eyes that you just escaped after being injured, and disappeared in the Alfalfa Fields not long after that." St. Osor continued: "In the end, we did not confirm you.
Are you really dead? It was just to boost morale that Faenzan guy announced the news that you were dead——"
After listening to St. Osol's words, Tumen couldn't help but smile: "My students, does it really matter whether I die or not? What's more, if you use the news of my death to boost morale, given my temper, it is absolutely unacceptable.
I will hide and not show up - you know exactly what I will do. So don’t you already have the answer?"
When the Elemental Emperor finished these words, his entire lower body had almost disappeared, looking like a ghost floating in mid-air.
Looking at him like this, Sister Elf couldn't help but clenched her fists and silently replied: "I just want to confirm..."
"You have confirmed it," Tumen replied. His voice gradually became fainter: "Remember to say hello to Airanta for me."
"She will definitely split your hello in half!"
St. Osor watched Tumen's figure disappear completely, and it took a long time before such a vicious word came out of her mouth. Then she turned back and looked at Brando, who was staring at her blankly, and couldn't help but said angrily:
"What are you looking at?"
Brando hurriedly shrugged. The grievances and disputes during the War of the Saints really had nothing to do with him. It was just that Tumen must have been the teacher of St. Osol, Gilt and Faenzan. When these three sages fought with him,
I must have felt bad in my heart.
But when did the collapse of the Miner people begin?
Brando certainly knew about that era. The Miner people at that time were as proud as the Cruz people today. No, even more arrogant, because the territory of their empire was once so vast that it included the entire Warend today.
Cruz, Faenzan, Saint Osor and Airanta were only a small part of the empire at that time.
But even such a powerful empire eventually collapsed in an instant. And to this day, the Miner people can no longer be seen on the continent.
Brando was thinking about these things silently, but he didn't expect Feng Hou to suddenly pat him and ask: "By the way, what are you doing here?"
Elf Sister glanced around suspiciously: "This place should be on the edge of the black forest. What are you doing here alone in the wilderness? Is it just to meet this old immortal... old guy?"
She probably realized that the other party was already dead, so her words seemed a bit contradictory, so she changed her words midway.
"Of course not." Brando shook his head, and then he remembered the purpose of coming here. However, it was difficult to explain, so he could only answer vaguely: "Of course I came here to hunt for treasures. When I met you, Mr. Tumen,
I also saw it, just because of an accident."
"Treasure hunt?"
St. Osol stared at him suspiciously: "What treasure are you looking for? Show me?"
As a former heroic sage who had experienced the War of Saints, she instinctively smelled the untruth in Brando's words. But unfortunately, although the elf's Queen of the Wind was well-informed, it was difficult for her to
Brando couldn't stop. Brando took a few steps back, as if silently counting his steps. He counted a few steps, and then walked towards the mountain wall.
St. Osor subconsciously thought that this guy was playing tricks. She narrowed her eyes, but she didn't expect that in just a short moment, Brando pulled something out from the vines coiled on the mountain wall with a 'crash' sound.
Come.
"What is this?" Elf Sister couldn't help but look at the thing in Brando's hand, and then she realized that it was something similar to a stone slab.
Brando just smiled mysteriously at Fenghou's question.
"Of course this is a good thing."
He pretended to be a lie and answered like this. But this time he did not lie, because in another history, this stone slab was indeed something that changed the history of Eruin.
And this was the real reason why he asked Freya to come with him.
In another history, this is the private property belonging to the Valkyrie. In this history, Brando naturally wants to return it to its original owner.
…
Tick tock, tick tock.
It seemed that only the boring sound of the taut clockwork of the chiming clock was left in Nuo Da's room. This sound echoed in the empty room, as if it had been infinitely amplified. The shadow of the sun fell through the shade of the trees and fell into the study room.
There are layers of shadows printed on the carpet, like a weird picture.
A pair of white feet wearing wooden clogs stepped back and forth on the carpet, occasionally destroying the artistic conception of the entire painting.
Although Yura was blind, she seemed to have a gifted ability to feel everything around her. She walked around the house quietly, occasionally turning back to face her husband with a mysterious smile on her face.
Those who are familiar with her know that the future lord's wife possesses a special ability called precognition.
Outsiders don't know how terrifying this lord's wife is. However, no servant has dared to despise her authority since she moved into this castle for two months.
The young man sitting behind the desk - or the future owner of this territory, the knight madman in Brando's eyes - of course. In fact, the young man whose real name is Eco holds his chin in one hand and stares boredly.
own wife.
In fact, the whole world seemed to have calmed down since the battle of Ampelsel. He began to feel out of tune with himself. He said that the kind of life he was pursuing should be one of passion, fighting against the strong and supporting the weak.
But it's a pity that Eruin - at least the southern border of Eruin has become uncontrollably calmer and calmer day by day these days.
The only slightly exciting news is that the atmosphere of war in the south of Jean Denel is getting tense every day. But unfortunately, as long as Count Jean Denel's brain is not burned out, he will probably not go to Lantonilan.
Launch the army.
Moreover, after the battle of Ampelsel, the Grand Duke of Llantonilan had strictly banned him.
The young man couldn't help but sigh deeply and muttered: "My dear, you said something would definitely happen today, but it's a pity that we waited until now. It seems that your prediction was wrong again this time."
Yura was not annoyed when she heard her husband say this. She turned back to Eco and showed a reassuring smile. Because she was wearing Jiufeng's traditional costume, her whole person seemed to be full of elegance and intellectual beauty.
, so that even Eco couldn't help but be stunned.
He coughed slightly and asked, "By the way, are you feeling better?"
"It's much better, thank you for your concern, husband," Yula replied: "It's much better. My husband, please be patient. In Jiufeng, nourishing Qi is an important etiquette for nobles."
"But I've been waiting for several hours."
As soon as Eco finished speaking, the door suddenly opened with a click. He was slightly startled and raised his head, only to find an expressionless Macaro standing outside the door.
"Master Macaro, why are you here?" He was stunned. But Macaro interrupted him first and said: "You don't need to ask so many questions, Eco, there is a letter from Fir Tree Leader, and one of them is for you."
"Your Highness the Princess?" Yura asked.
"Ha, it's Lord Tonigel!" But Eco had already taken the lead and jumped up with excitement. "That's great, I knew he would never forget me!"
"Hurry up and give me a letter, Lord Macaro - by the way, what's in the letter?" But he was still somewhat sensible and finally knew to stop and ask about the contents of the letter.
Macaro glanced at him and shook his head. The future Grand Duke of Lantonilan grew up in the mountains. Although he has barely received some aristocratic education, in fact he is still a mercenary at heart. And he is full of messy knights.
Thought.
What gave him a headache was that he didn't understand how he could teach such an heir to the lord. He pondered for a moment before replying calmly: "The letter said, let's go to Wallentenburg to meet
——”
"Valentenburg?" Eco was stunned, and seemed to suddenly come to his senses: "Isn't that the hometown of the Grand Duke of Viero? Wait, why are they going to the province of Viero, Lord Count? Isn't Jean Denel still there?
Fighting?"
Macaro stared at him silently.
The young man seemed to finally realize that he had said the wrong thing, and he coughed quickly and said: "That...the news about Denel was...it was Yura who told me. I have definitely never been out!"
"My lord husband..." Yura couldn't help but sigh heavily. He was selling his teammates too decisively.
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