Vol 3 Chapter 82

Act No. 82 (Inherited from the sixth, please stay tuned)

And it is precisely because of knowing all this, young and old talents will come here thousands of miles away. But maybe not just for the treasure, even Oldham himself could not say clearly, there was a voice in the blood of his body telling him such a dream.

That is to return the rune dwarf's heritage back to the land of Warnde.

As he knew it, the legend about revival passed to the rune dwarves.

He looked at the sword in Brando's hand and hesitated for a moment. The voice in his heart told him that he should believe the legend, but how should he believe it? Legend has it that all rune dwarves must be ruled by the man who holds the sword of the earth, and follow him to rebuild the empire of rune dwarves.

But the old dwarf bowed his head to a stranger, which was a little too embarrassing for his old bone.

"Legend?" Brando asked.

Oldham gritted his teeth and decided to hug his little cleverness, at least one step at a time. The old dwarf coughed and replied: "I can't say more about this, but I seem to hear your previous conversation. Do you want to leave here?"

"What do you mean?" Brando's attention was drawn to the past.

"Nothing, sir," the old dwarf chose a respectable title that he would accept better. He thought that if he rushed to call the other party a king, it would not only be unacceptable, I'm afraid it would scare everyone present: "I just I want to say that it doesn't have to be that much-- "

He paused, carefully pointing at the sword in Brando's hand: "If you can borrow that sword for a little while, maybe I can make it easy for you to leave here."

"Oh?"

Brando had never heard of such a statement before, and he and Medic aside looked at each other to see the doubt in each other's eyes. Not only them, even the old swordsman on the side asked: "Odum, what the **** are you doing? I tell you this kid is much better than me. What tricks do you play in front of him, take care of yourself Go in. "

The old dwarf froze, and immediately said with a beard and a stare, "I'm telling the truth, damn--" But after thinking for a while, he wisely avoided conflict with Kuran, and the strength of the other party is here, Although the dwarf is stubborn, he thinks he is not a reckless man: "This sanctuary was built by our rune dwarf to store the sword. Since the Lord Lord has already obtained the sword, it should not be a problem to leave here!"

"Is that true?" Brando asked, wondering if the Destiny Arena had such a setup.

"Of course, but you ca n’t do it, adults. You know that the legacy of silver is actually left to descendants of this bloodline. Although you are descendants of the people of order, they are aliens after all," the old dwarf's attitude toward Brando was obviously not Same, he replied earnestly: "But I'm different. I have rune dwarf blood flowing on me, holding that sword, maybe I can open this space-"

Brando turned to see Kuran, but the old security captain seemed hesitant. Although he had dealt with Oldham, he knew nothing more than the stubbornness of this guy.

If he knows what kind of person he is, the old man himself can't tell.

But the young man has made a decision. This sword is his trophy at least in this space, and there is the power of law in the game to protect this. He believes it is the same here, he wants to give this sword even to this. The old dwarf, the other party can't play tricks.

What's more, the words of the old dwarf slightly moved his heart. The other party said it was not unreasonable. He had never heard similar rumors in the past. It was because there was no silver or gold blood in the player, so naturally he would not be there. A similar plot is triggered in the sanctuary.

So Brando just groaned a little and dropped the sword.

"You try," he said.

If everyone can't be left here, of course it is best. Thinking of here, he could not help but take a look at Ke Wen, wondering if this is a turn of history?

"What's wrong, sir?" Cowen asked, looking at his gaze.

"You look lucky," Brando said to him.

"You are so sure he can do it?"

The teenager saw the dwarf take the sword and walked step by step to the center of the gladiatorial field. He turned around and looked at Brando with a puzzled question.

"No," Brando shook his head. "I just believe in history."

"History?" Cowen asked, incredulously.

But Brando didn't answer him. Instead, he raised his hand, rolled up a sword wind and wrapped his fate card on the ground, and flew towards himself. He reached out and grabbed the 'Fireclaw Lord' card, and said to himself:

"System prompt: rewards start."

Then he smiled first.

"Lord Lord?" Matissa noticed Brando's look, and was a little puzzled. In her mind, Brando should not be a person who would be happy for such a little bit.

Brando also did not answer her, he just looked up at the sandy center of the gladiatorial arena.

At the same time, the old dwarf was already there holding up the sword of the earth with his hands-the voice in the sky once again echoed:

"Mortal, do you accept the challenge?"

"Of course!" Oldham's words startled everyone.

But this time the challenge didn't come as expected. About a moment of silence, the voice in the sky asked: "I seem to feel familiar from you, are you our descendants?"

"Yes, the ancestors and the souls of Chongshan," the old dwarf replied with his head raised, "I am like you, a child of mountains and rocks, a child of metal and fire. For thousands of years, we have endured suffering in the wilderness. , But eventually came here to overcome all difficulties, just to let the soul enjoy a moment of peace-"

"Because this is our origin, it is my hometown."

There was a moment of silence on the gladiatorial arena, but the voice growled:

"Tranquility? No, the time has not yet come!" The sound was roaring like thunder, and everyone seemed to be furious. "Our sons and daughters in the wilderness, you must continue to trek, until that moment comes, your souls will be heavy again. To the temple! "

"The time has come, the ancestors and the soul of Chongshan."

"is it?"

There was suddenly a sound in the space, and the whole space was buzzing.

Then the old dwarf hesitated. He looked back at Brando, unbelievably, but still raised the earth sword in his hand.

"Dazzmoteshremm!" Answered the dwarf.

It was a weird language that Brando didn't recognize, but Meditha recognized it. She frowned and explained to her Lord Lord: "The mantra of order seems to be a paragraph in the Holy Covenant."

Brando naturally knew what the so-called sacred covenant was. It was a covenant signed with Lord Martha when all intelligent beings on the earth opposed the Dragon of Twilight before the dark ages. Part of this covenant itself established the order. The rule is that the legend comes from the time before this era, that is, the time before the gods and the people.

This is what Brando called the "meaningless background."

After the Holy Covenant, the *** forces on the earth against the Dark Dragon also signed a Holy Covenant, but the agreement written in the ancient language is far worse than the genuine one.

The Holy Covenant itself is an artifact that symbolizes law.

But after Oldham said that, the entire space immediately shook, and everyone felt the surrounding space was loose-this shows that the old dwarf didn't lie to them, his method worked!

But at this time Brando suddenly seemed to have hallucinations in the quake of space--

He saw strange images before him.

A black moon, a quiet tower in the middle of a dark lake seems to be a metaphor ...

Then the picture changed, turning into a group of unseen black men walking on the endless wasteland ...

Then he saw a row of black text--

xvi: thetowww.piaotian.comt——

Light is lost.

Text continues to emerge:

xvii: thestar——

The silver generation is lost on the earth, marching (seeking) in darkness and obscurity.

Then all the vision disappeared, Brando shook his head and sobered up, and saw Matissa looking at herself with concern. He nodded to the silver elf girl, stating that he was fine.

However, his eyes turned slightly, and he saw that the merchant lady was leaning side by side carefully, as if he wanted to ask him something with concern, but for a moment he did not dare let him find out to avoid his poisoned hands.

Brando couldn't help but laugh at seeing Romain like this, he said to Metissia: "After all, we really should thank someone this time."

"Well?" Metis froze slightly.

"Thank you, Romain, for bringing us good luck," the young man turned back, his face slumped, and his hands had pinched the little face of this merchant lady with a thunderous thunder: "Yes, Little Roman? "

"Ah! Pain, pain, pain, Brando ... I don't dare anymore ..." Romain's face was ripped away, his eyes narrowed and his tears were almost coming out, and he hurriedly acknowledged his mistake: "Yes , Sorry, sorry ... "

Her pair of little eyebrows were almost raised, and she wanted to retreat, but she was afraid of pain.

Brando glanced at the old dwarf on the field, looked at Roman again, and asked, "Dare you dare to run around in the future?"

"No, I don't dare ..." the girl's eyes turned to the left and replied to the right.

Brando is helpless, knowing that this guy must not know how to repent, but he has made up his mind to take her no matter where he goes, or else he won't be able to bear it again.

He sighed and released his hand.

At the same time, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, as if entering a space where five fingers were not reached—

"What's wrong?" Roman's voice sounded immediately.

"Nothing," Brando said, feeling the surroundings, "so we're back."

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(***. This is power, thank you for your support, but there are more?)