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“Behold, that’s the sword of the shallow sea–!” Hazell people suddenly got excited, because they saw another sword, a sword appearing in the hands of Brando – the shallow blue word edge, as if cast by crystal The faint faint light, that is Frost Chanter Xinna.

“Oh my God, I didn’t expect it to really exist!”

“The crystal relic of the adult, symbolizing the Holy Sword of the shallow sea!”

What Hazell people suddenly realized, they have been heads, look to towards Brando.

Brando also looked at the people of these knowledge dragon crystals, turning the sword into his body: “Hazell, remember your commitments thousands of years ago, willing to return to this holy contract?”

“We are willing.” The great prophet had already stood up for the first time.

Brando only gently licks.

Five Holy Swords –

Above the sword, the sapphire of the Ring of Wisdom flashes an indescribably beautiful luster on the ring.

At this moment, people finally turned their eyes to Leonin of Torquine, and Leonins stood up embarrassedly – they certainly know who the land is in the hands of Holy Sword Harlangaia. However, their Prince, Naer-Fisher, had previously succumbed to the new King of Fire, how could the other party give up this opportunity to humiliate them?

Naer-Fisher also clenched his fists and stood in humiliation.

It can choose to leave, but Goldmane Leonin’s efforts before this will be turned into fly ash, and its heart is full of unwillingness, clearly that step is already in sight, can it be made because of one’s own fault?

The young Leonin Warrior raises head came to look at Brando and was ready to bow.

But what it sees is a pair of serious and sincere eyes.

“So, what about the Holy Cathedral of Earth?”

Naer-Fisher mouth opened wide.

Dwarf King Carifen suddenly turned his head and stared at the allies of Torquine. At this moment, the entire venue was quiet and audible, and even the surrounding nobles held their breath.

“We…” Naer-Fisher Green’s nephew looked incredulously at the youngster, Count of Tonigel, who had never been seen in it: “…we, agree.”

Brando gently raised his hand.

So after a thousand years, Earth Sword Harlangaia finally returned to the hands of the Torquine. The young Leonin Warrior gasped and gasped. There were almost some unreal illusions. He gently slid his nose and felt the true high mountain and earth in his hand.

The big tears of the beans suddenly surged out.

Naer-Fisher roared, and Leonin’s Warrior finally understood what it was like at this moment. Why the blood and tears of countless ancestors have flowed for thousands of years.

Now, this heavy glory has finally returned to the hands of the Torquine.

“The glory you deserve,” Isdwell replied softly as he watched the scene: “But still need to defend.”

The last sword was also erected, and that was the blade of the legendary stone.

At this point, the final layout of Order World is only missing a corner.

Six handles of Holy Sword, slanting long shadows, silent narrative is like an epic. It is the stacking of countless times, the intertwining of heroes and legends. Every sword, every Master, every era, every eloquent name shines into people’s hearts at the moment.

Until the Buga people into play, King of Wizard Solomon dropped the hammer.

“Buga people, agree.”

Everyone understands at the moment that a new era has begun.

It will be an era when mortals fight for fate, and everyone will use one’s own courage to fight for the future of World.

But the center of all eyes is concentrated on the back of the not tall youngster. Brando Count’s trench coat flutters with the wind above the wilderness, and his madness is long, and the quiet look is like a sculpture, which is instantly eternal.

That is also the back of an era.

The same youth.

The same handheld Holy Sword.

The same beliefs.

And the same is fearless.

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For Kirrlutzian – especially for Kirrlutz noble, what happened in the last few days was a bit extraordinarily meaningful. This is a reincarnation of a thousand years later, Flame King and Holy Sword Ordefeiss. These two brilliant names have returned to the empire after more than a decade.

It’s like everything starts here and it belongs to it.

For any Kirrlutzian, the return of this sacred honor is extraordinary, it is not only a laurel, but more important is the return of the ancient glory. It’s just this glory, but with a hint of unsatisfactory part – although it is ultimately the Kirrlutzian legal monarch, the identity of that youngster always reminds people of some unpleasant memories.

Nobles has been reluctant to admit, the world’s best coalition commander in the past 60 years ago – the earth Sword Saint Darus, and now returned to the empire in another way. The ancestors and grandchildren, nowadays, are above the top of their heads in a more prominent way, whether they want it or not.

But Kirrlutzian can’t refute this.