The Amber Sword

As soon as the elf girl crouched down and screamed in pain, Brando responded. He immediately looked back at ‘Otales’ and asked, “She ’s Otales, what?”

"She likes pranks. I'm Otales." The elf sister answered recklessly.

The elf girl's tears shed, and she was so grieved that she just wanted to cry, when did she like pranks and lost her name? However, she did not dare to say these words, she could only hold her head and silently shed tears.

"Then who is she?"

"She is ... um ... Soya."

Brando actually had the answer.

He had long suspected the elf Sister Emperor that he often used the equal title to the King of Fire, the great sage Faenzan, and even El Ranta, which is very abnormal for the knights after the wind. Secondly, will the sharp knight Otales master the inheritance of Jiuyi after the wind? I ’m afraid it may not be?

It's just that Brando couldn't believe that the legendary character would get along with him day and night, try his best to teach and assist him, and occasionally the little elf royal sister who played with little temperament. The feeling of 'Otales' gave him Like her sister next door, rather than the legendary cold hero.

This answer really made him a little too surprised.

His face remained calm, pretending to be suspicious: "Soya? That's not the 'Windspeaker'? If I remember correctly, Ms. Soya seems to have rare black long hair, and she won't be so young."

‘Otales’ stared at him fiercely with purple-blue eyes.

Brando pretended not to see it. "Also. Wasn't Otalace Sacrifice in the Grey Marsh! I haven't even thought about it yet, how could I know the process of the last battle with the Dark Dragon?"

"That's because I told her!" She replied fiercely.

"What did you tell her?"

"Uh ..." The elf sister finally realized that she was still leaking, but she still couldn't change it after thousands of years.

"I don't want to see you today, Brando! You got me far, how far!"

The elder sister dropped this sentence and disappeared directly in front of him. It seemed really angry, Brando sighed, and if he thought, ‘Otales’ was ‘Saint Osor’.

It is the sage of the wind elves, one of the four holy wars of the jihad war.

Nimesis looked at all this. It wasn't until Elf Sister Yu scolded Brando fiercely and disappeared. She took a moment and calmly asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Since Brando and most of the post-Wind Saint Osor's communication were done with consciousness, she did not know what happened. Brando shrugged. "It has nothing to do with you, Lord Nimesis."

It's just that someone is ashamed.

...

The real Otales in history sat squarely and looked at Brando with tears. Brando resignedly reassured her, saying that the heroic hero of the mighty jihad was made to cry after the wind. The character of this lord sister is really bad.

Then he went back and explained to Nimesis about the Ring of the Soul Seal, of course-without mentioning the post-wind part. After all, Nimesis has seen the previous scene, and he concealed it, but he became skeptical. The simple seven-point truth and the three-point false story persevered first-the key is that the identity of the British soul after the wind is too sensitive, Brando Do not want to be hunted down by the wind elves.

"So, this is the heritage of the Wind Elves?" Nimesis seemed calm after listening. It did not investigate the issue of identity, "but why is it living in the human world."

"To be exact, the inheritance of the Mist Elves," Brando replied, "After the silver fire is extinguished, today's Wind Elves are no longer the group of the Holy Wars. The seal of God is not out for no reason. "

Nimeixisi blinked slightly.

"I said, can't a person take two rings after the wind?" She asked again.

"The point is that it is meaningless to bring it. After all, a heritage contains countless knowledge. For most people, it may not be fully understood after a lifetime. The seal of the seal is not the more The better, the more greed will always be superficial in the end, "Brando replied in the original words after the wind.

"So I won't ask for it," Nimesis asked. "Can you give me this ring?"

Brando froze, in fact he wanted to leave Freya. However, I thought for a while that Otales was a knight with a sharp blade, but her teacher, Soya, was a well-known marksman of the mist elves, and it seemed that she also used a bow, which might not be suitable for future Valkyrie.

But Nimesis didn't seem to be an archer either.

"Do you want?"

"No." Nimesis shook her head and did not hide: "It's not me. It's Her Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness?" Will Princess Griffin use a bow? Nothing seems necessary. But Brando reacted, Nimesis did consider it for Her Royal Highness—because Princess Griffin would definitely give this ring to her younger brother, hoping that the inheritance of the wind elves would change the little prince. His Highness's weak character.

But can an inheritance really change a person's character, I'm afraid it may not. Brando was a bit dismissive of this, and he replied, "It can be, but the Soul Seal is very special, and the inheritance also requires the approval of the British soul."

Nimesis immediately set her sights on tears and rippled Otales.

The elf girl was still sobbing, noticing the eyes of the two, she sniffed and stopped. Then with red eyes, he shook his head seriously at Nimesis: "No, I have already selected a candidate."

"A good candidate?"

Brando froze, and from the moment he was summoned, he saw him and Nimesis now. Could it be that she chose Williams, unlike her, never seen Williams use a bow.

"I chose 伱, sister Nimesis." Unexpectedly, the elf girl spoke amazingly, pointing at Nimesis.

Brando felt awkward for a while. Not because Otales chose Nimesis as her heritage. It's because she actually called Nimeixisi her sister. You need to know that she seems to be a thousand-year-old British soul seriously, but then again, Otalace was really only sixteen when she died. That's right, in this respect, it's not wrong for her to call Sister Nemesis.

"Me?" Nimesis stunned slightly. "But I don't need a bow."

"I don't need a bow," Otales said with wide eyes, and she seemed to notice the long bow behind her. "Oh, my sister said this; I am a magician. "

"Well ...!" Brando immediately lifted his forehead, his title was Knight of the Blade. The teacher is a holy archer, wearing a long armor on his back and then claiming to be a magician, a wind elf-no. Isn't this the mist elf?

"But ... I'm not a wizard either." Nimesis was also helpless by this guy.

"Wizard? Is that what we call the magician in this era, but that's okay!" Otales suddenly seemed serious. "Sister Nemesis, I feel that I have a very outstanding magical talent on my body, and I say Young, I believe that one day I will become a great magician. "

Nemesis was silent.

Brando looked at her curiously, wondering why Otales said that the Knightess had the talent of a magician to move slightly. Maybe it ’s a coincidence. ‘She’ is indeed a very good magician.

But she shook her head: "I don't want to be a magician."

"Well?" Otales froze. "Why, the magician is great, and the magic is beautiful."

Brando frowned slightly. I don't know why, he just seemed to see a slight flash of struggle between the female knight's eyebrows.

"Let me think about it," Nimesis replied.

"That's okay." The elf girl was obviously full of confidence, apparently confident in her magic, and she didn't know where she had gone before. She pressed her chest with one hand and said, "By the way, the magic that I am good at is string magic, ancient string magic."

"Dragon magic."

Brando was shocked.

Nimesis couldn't help raising her head slightly. After the destruction of the large library of string magic, Babelta was divided into ancient and modern phases. Since then, the dragon's proprietary magic has extended a subordinate branch, so-called modern string magic, which has been developed to this day, as long as no specific article is added. String magic often refers to modern string magic.

But ancient string magic always has only one meaning, that is, dragon magic.

Brando didn't expect that there would be proficient dragon magic among the twenty-four knights of the mist elves. Sure enough, the heroes of ancient times were legendary monsters, and even the wizards of Buga did not learn dragon magic.

No wonder she will be so confident, she is indeed confident.

Brando thought if it was himself. Maybe I really agree. After all, that's Dragon Magic. Dragon Magic and modern magic are not a system at all. In fact, all the magic of modern law magic that asks permission of Tiamat, the dragon of war, are mostly born of dragon magic-such as the dragon strike that blasted half of the Anderle Grand Temple before. Surgery.

The dragon magic goes one step further. The dragon magic itself is a spell that has obtained the authority of Tiamat, known as the most destructive spell.

In contrast, the magic of elements makes meek just like a kitten.

But he did not expect that Nimesis was still unmoved. She thought for a moment, and said calmly, "Let's keep checking the loot."

At that moment Brando only wanted to say, "No, my sister-in-law is going to learn magic. The glorious and difficult task of driving the corpse is left to me."

But the words in his heart Nimesis would not hear. The horsewoman removed another bracelet from Williams' body—to be precise, it looked like a wristband, cast entirely of flowing silver, shaped like a part of a claw extending forward.

"Well ... this bracelet?" Nimesis stunned slightly, presumably because he had never seen flowing metal stabilize into a particular shape.

"Look!"

Brando was shocked at the moment, if he read it right. This bracelet is one of the top pieces of equipment that wind elves players in the Temple of the Wind will drop when they kill Williams:

Stream firefly.

Or called the torch of knowledge, one of the relics of the crystal of the dragon of the sky.

"This ..." Brando didn't know for a moment whether the "Master Sister" was black or red.

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(PS: I was a little lazy today, 3,000 words ~ rest, I estimate that I will maintain an average speed for a while to slowly, and by the way prepare for the next outbreak.) ()

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