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Brando quietly listens to Lorison’s statement that one’s own past, like a dead old man, tells the story behind the dust, the young Knight, the shining conviction, the frustration and the struggle, and even the life of waiting, Supporting such a belief in speechlessness. It is a gleaming Will.

Undead quietly finished the story, then raises head. Watching Brando with the eyes of the golden flame.

“I am leaving, but I will send you a gift before I leave,” undead slowly said: “Please come to me, young Knight.”

Brando glimpsed, surprised to look towards Lorison undead to face his gaze. Did not reveal any malicious. Brando hesitated, but still walked to Lorison, undead suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand to pull up the sword from the ground, but it did not attack. Brando relaxed after a glimpse. Undead lifts the sword and gently puts the sword tip on Brando’s shoulder.

“Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young Knight?”

“It will be with you for the rest of your life,” Undead replied, “I don’t have any longevity, only some feelings during my life. These past memories have lost meaning for me, but I hope they can have something for you.” help.”

With this sentence, Brando suddenly felt that all around the scene dissipated like the gravel in the wind. A burst of solemn voice came from all directions. He looked up and found out what Lorison’s undead was alone. One person is in the center of a Holy Cathedral, kneels on one knee, with huge floor-to-ceiling rose windows on all sides, a beam of pure white light shining through the aperture in the vaulted ceiling above the head, just falling on his side On the ground, it resembles huge light spots that fall in the dark.

In the darkness of all around, I couldn’t see the scene at all. It was like a bench in the chapel. I didn’t know if I was sitting on it. A whisper of whispers came from all directions, gathered together, creaking, It seems to be talking about it, and it seems to be onlookers.

Brando suddenly realized that this scene was the scene that Knight’s soul had experienced, and it was probably the most memorable scene in his life, but as Time passed, the original clear memory became blurred. The audience in this Holy Cathedral is like a photo that has been washed away by water, and has faded to almost no trace, but only what happened in the center of this Holy Cathedral has always been indelible in its memory. trace.

This is inheritance

Knight’s beliefs and ideals, Lorison intends to send him the most important thing, it has been all this on the same occasion, and today he returned the power of Knight in the same form. In Amber Sword, this is a rare but unenforceable opportunity. The skills of these heroes are not comparable to those of ordinary goods. The key is to integrate personal understanding and perception. Most of these skills are used. It was unique and unmatched, and Brando never dreamed that he could inadvertently trigger a Hidden Quest.

He doesn’t know if he is becoming less and less sensitive to the things in the game, or is too much assimilated by this World. This quest line should be put in the past, he should have noticed it before, in Lorison’s undead At the moment he appeared, he probably should have noticed it, but he didn’t. Until then, everything was as it should be by rights, as if it happened naturally.

He saw a white light in front of him, the silhouette in the white light, he could not see the face, as if there were many faces overlapping, some of which he was familiar with, even he had seen, but some It is strange to him that he has never appeared in memory. These familiar or strange faces overlap each other, they are silently open, and they squat with a common voice. Brando hears this sound as if it is clear, but it seems to be a humming noise. Until a period of memory comes into his mind.

The glorious Knight stands on the hill.

The flag is like a forest, and the mountains are like a tide.

The high-spirited sword shimmers in the cold.

Brando saw himself as if he had seen Lorison’s life, and then he naturally understood the origins of this skill.

The illusion of the front suddenly disappeared, and the forest-like background color returned to his vision. He stood still under the white rock. The woodland was still green and dreamy. Lorison’s sword was still quietly inserted. In front of him, but Knight’s undead is long gone, leaving only the afternoon sun and the glory shining in the forest, dotted with light spots on the meadow.

A long cloak lie on the grass with its pre-life scent, like blood, dazzling.

And there is only one monotonous note in Brando’s mind echoing: “Get the Templar Knight secret, holy baptism.”

He sank for a long while, then silently picked up the cloak on the ground, then gently covered it over Lorison’s sabre, then pulled out Earth Sword and used the sword tip to draw a line of flying words on the rock: