Vol 4 Chapter 20

There is a miracle in this world beyond words.

Every time he looked up at the spear bathed in the interlaced lightning, Brando's thought came to him.

The spear floated over the center of the hall.

Around the billowing clouds, a white-gold arc continuously shot out of the clouds, hitting the gun blade, then bounced off in an arc, and dissipated in the darkness.

There was no sound of thunder in the dark clouds, but it was silent, and everyone saw the scenery of the world falling down and the stars falling to the ground.

The cyan light flows in the underground of the hall, and outlines the shadow of each raised stone. The light changes like flowing water, and there is a quiet flowing river underground.

Facing such a scene, even William couldn't help changing his color. Macaro and Overwell became dumb when they entered this hall.

With a click, the tiny cane in the hands of the fairy Tania fell to the ground without the former being aware of it.

Roman raised his head and stared round eyes, no image at all. Freya was also shocked beside her. The knight of the lake behind her stared at the spear without saying a word, but Nimesis was full of intoxication.

"This is the Azure Gun ..."

Brando heard the horsewoman muttering behind him, and couldn't help looking at her strangely. Because the reaction was almost the same as that day, but he didn't think about it, but waited for William to appreciate it.

After all, with the exception of these cloth-making craftsmen and wizards with extensive knowledge, no one on this continent would dare to say that they are qualified to determine that this is the real Azure Gun.

The wait is not long.

Just a few minutes later. Brando heard William exhale heavily. The old mage seemed to sigh a long time before saying, "This is the real Azure Gun."

A dead silence.

Makalu behaved a bit like a machine man who had been underground for years, turning his head back almost rigidly. Stammered and asked, "Master ... you said it was ..."

"Shut up and don't let you intervene." William interrupted him flatly, although Makaro was known as the sly fox of the kingdom. But in the presence of this great man, he did not dare to make trouble. He froze slightly and had to shut his mouth forcibly, but it was as ugly as that face.

Then the old mage nodded with satisfaction. He glanced back at Brando and said, "It is not necessarily a good thing that the Azure Gun is reborn. What are you going to do with it?"

In fact, Brando had already discussed with Tania a solution, but he could understand what the teacher asked. According to the usual practice of the Bugatians, they will completely seal the place after doing some research to avoid any trouble.

It's a bit incomprehensible. At the pinnacle of all civilizations, the craftsmen and wizards are the group of people in the world who are most afraid of getting in trouble. Because they will pursue isolationism, ignore the world, and even take the initiative to eliminate the signs that may involve them in trouble.

This is not the case for Bugatti of the silver people. In fact, most silver people seem to have this tendency. The silver elves also escaped from the world according to a prophecy. Even the dragon people of the golden people sealed themselves directly in the dragon realm. Only a few young generations of dragons would walk in the outside world.

As a player. I don't quite understand why. Some players think that this setting is made for balance in the game. After all, for the humans and wind elves of the black iron people, the power of the silver people is really unmatched.

For example, Brando's strongest enemy ever encountered so far is undoubtedly Andersa, one of the twelve shepherds of the tree shepherd encountered in the ring of trade winds. The highest peak of the elements has been reached, and the state of perfecting the body has almost been approached. But at this level, in front of William of Silver, he can only be called a little girl.

-Whether it is age or strength itself.

And William is just one of the twelve Witch Leaders of Drora, the Silver Alliance and the Large Library, the Pure White Tower, the Rainbow Scorch Federation, the Craftsman Council, and the one that has been disbanded. Twelve Rings Spell Society.

Because of this terrifying power, Bugatians dared to claim to rule the sky and sit on an equal footing with the Dragons.

Such a strength, even if the Temple of Fire, the Temple of the Wind and the Temple of Light are combined, and even the full power of the Temple of Nature and the Return of All Things, and the shepherd, may not be able to compete.

If the Bugatians no longer practice isolationism, the silver elves of the silver people will no longer be indifferent. Then Warnland will not have so many kingdoms today, but the opposition between the two forces.

That's why players think that the way Bugatians and Silver Elves think may be related to the balance of the game.

But Brando didn't think so.

He feels that the general silence of the silver people and the gold race may be due to deeper reasons, which have actually been recorded in history only in words. Brando prefers to believe that what happened in history makes these silver people so cautious.

Of course, he didn't have any evidence yet, just guessing out of thin air and relying on an intuitive instinct to believe so. The reason is ridiculous, because he believes that the design team of torrentialrain will not change the history of the game simply because of compromises to gameplay.

So Brando listened to William's words and did not answer immediately, but thought quietly. As the teacher said, the re-emergence of the Azure Gun is not necessarily a good thing, it may be a huge trouble.

If he is still a player, then he will definitely get this thing at all costs. For the artifact, any player will be crazy about it, not to mention the legendary existence of the Azure Gun.

But now he is more than just a player.

Everything that happens in this world will actually affect him and the people around him.

But after a brief silence, Brando replied, "Let's do as I said before."

The old mage stared at him. Seems to be confirming his thoughts. Brando probably guessed what the King of Wizards thought, so he added: "Master William, if this is the course of history. I think it is difficult for us to change anything."

"Ah," William sighed. "You don't understand, forget it. That's it. You're right, just like Jiufeng's verbal saying: No evil can't escape."

Brando is familiar with this proverb, but Jiufeng's background design originally referred to some cultures that he was very familiar with. He nodded and replied, "Everyone I invited here today is closely related to the battle of Ampelsel that day. Let ’s start with Her Royal Highness and let everyone try it one by one. Maybe someone here will become Azure. The owner of the gun, let us witness the birth of this period of history. "

"Brando." Princess Griffin turned to hear him, "I let you come first."

"Me?" Brando frowned.

"Yes, you are my knight. In my mind, only you and the azure knight are the most similar. I hope the azure gun can choose you-" Her Royal Highness replied: "So I want you Try it first. "

Brando paused for a moment, not expecting that Her Royal Highness expected so much of herself. He thought about it. He nodded to everyone, then raised his head and walked towards Qing Gun that day.

But before two steps were taken, a majestic momentum had already come on.

Before Brando had time to see what was happening, a figure appeared before him. Only a few people were present at that moment, and the figure was born out of the interweaving lightnings in the sky. Then an arc appeared in front of Brando in an instant.

At that moment Brando could express his feelings with just one word, fast.

As a swordsman, his accomplishments have long been integrated into his bones. In terms of his current strength and sword skill level, almost no one can get close to him without any response. Even with the strength of Williams, Brando could at least respond a bit before the raid.

But the current offense was clearly outside his expectations.

Even including the experience of the previous life in the game, even in the eyes of a senior warrior with a level of 130 and a warrior alone, he has never seen such a fast offensive.

However, he could see clearly that the opponent's starting position was the classic posture of a gun knight with a spear in the game.

But the Gun Knights would never have had such terrible dexterity.

Before he could blink, the lightning spear pierced his chest.

Before Brando had time to confirm that he was injured like this, the whole man was flying. At that moment, he finally saw the human face made of lightning.

But while looking at that face, Brando almost yelled.

The energetic creature under the outline surrounded by lightning was clearly a woman, but of course he couldn't be so surprised. Because the face he saw was almost exactly the same as Roman, of course, Miss Merchant would never put her beautiful little eyebrows upright and put on such a murderous look.

With this series of doubts, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Master Lord!"

"Master Lord!" Charr and Meditha reacted first, and a protective spell fell on Brando out of thin air. And the little silver elf princess also had a pistol in her hand for a moment, holding a single gun between Brando and the lightning girl.

But the Lightning Girl stopped, she looked at Metisha, and threw the spear in her hand, and the Lightning Lance instantly turned into countless arcs and dissipated into the darkness.

She looked at everyone in the hall coldly, and finally Metisah could see the other's face clearly: "Ah, Miss Roman!" She screamed.

"what!"

As if it were a chain reaction, Roman stared at the Lightning Girl with a stunned look.

The Lightning Girl froze slightly, and she turned back. It seemed as if she noticed her movements, and Melissa raised the spear in her hands, but at this time Brando finally took a breath and said, "Don't do anything with her, Melissa!"

Brando released his hand from his chest, and the count's coat was scorched, but there was no trace of blood. He took a breath and replied, "She didn't mean to kill. She seemed to be the hero of a gun."

"Elite?"

Meditha turned her head back: "Master Lord, who is she and who will she be? How can she look like Miss Roman ...?"

But before Brando answered, a deep, magnetic woman's voice echoed throughout the hall.

"My name is Owina, who are you, humans? Elves? And silver people? What is your purpose?"

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