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The portable rapier with his own noble Swordsman, the step by step approach seems to be still vivid, and on the edge of life and death, he chose Planeswalker’s road. Or it can be said that from that moment on, he chose the road that lasted until today.

Looking back, it seems to be reappearing yesterday.

The two encounters again, also traced back to Bruglas, in the backyard of the isolated house in the dark alley. At that time, after the two of them hurriedly left, they did not expect to meet again, and they would be in such a place. Just as Brando recognized Tirste, Tirste also recognized this from Bucce’s youngster.

His eyes lit up like two ghosts, struggling to sit up from the bed, but still under the help of a Knight, he did his best.

Tirste heavily gasped and looked at Brando.

Brando frowned, some are not used to the eyes of the other side.

“How did you become like this?”

“What about beacons?” Tirste asked in a hoarse voice.

“Beacon?”

“Those stone tablets,” Tirste said as if he had to use all his strength, but he insisted and clearly stated one’s own meaning: “You know, Amandina’s father.”

Brando was shocked.

But Viscount Tirste had taken a piece of the stone tablet from his arms and slammed it on the low cabinet next to the bed. He looked at the Brando. That stone tablet, taupe, slightly flat, in Brando’s view, how can you be unfamiliar?

“This is the last piece,” Tirste replied weakly: “Tree Shepherds took them to Faanzan, now it is back…”

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The narrow room is filled with a dignified atmosphere. There is only one round table in the darkness, and a crystal emits faint fluorescence, reflecting a few pale faces. On the ceiling is a silver magic formation with a constantly changing shape. Mercury-like objects permeate from the magic formation, squirming and filling every corner of the room’s walls – here is the depth of the deep ten meters. The air is turbid and almost stops flowing.

Brando raises head, and saw everyone in the audience – Dwarf King Carifen, Faanzan Knights Head Commander, Solomon, Amandina, Isdoville, Aruta, Naer Prince, High Druid and Great Sage Vala.

After confirming that the others were ready, he took the five taupe stone tablets carefully and placed them on the table in front of everyone.

At this moment, the mercury on the ceiling squirmed, like cutting off some information in Space; but it may also be because Dragon of Twilight has long ignored this little beacon, anyway, in Faro Port Brando The horrible power that I have personally experienced has not appeared again in this underground.

Everyone subconsciously lifted his head and looked at the ceiling. It was like an illusion, but it was enough to make people feel uneasy.

“Go ahead,” said Istoville.

Brando nodded, in the dark but he can also clearly see things, hands carefully tied five stone tablets together on the desktop. And when these few ordinary stone tablets were put together for the first time, a magical scene happened.

A cluster of sharply diffusing fluorescence appeared in the dark.

The combined stone tablets were suspended and formed a sand table. The sand plate was engraved with the direction of the mountains and rivers, and the green forest. It was a strange land, but it was quite familiar. Halutz gently breathed in at the edge of the table, reflecting the light in the darkness in the scorpion of the silver. He whispered, “Aouine!”

“Exactly, it’s Aouine of a certain era.” Brando pointed to Radnor’s direction: “It’s still a lake, Warren is still a bay, at least Aouine before the age of the frost forest.”

“Look at Faithwind Circle!”

“Is Valhalla!” asked Aruta.

“No, that’s World Tree.” Brando suddenly remembered the towering giant wood he had seen in Faithwind Circle.

Head Commander of Faanzan Knights asked: “What is this?”

“This is a beacon,” Solomon replied. “This is what Miss Amandina’s father has been searching for. I haven’t known how many unnamed heroes have sacrificed for centuries. Fortunately, everything they do makes This beacon has returned to our hands.”

“it is……?”

“A map to Ultimate Throne.”

A whispering, whistling voice, Dwarf King Carifen picked up one’s own warhammer several times, and put it down, it seemed a little excited – that after all is the only hope of the world.

In the darkness, Amandina stood silently, reflecting the fluorescence in the depths of her throat. Her hands were pale and tightly twisted one’s own clothes. Brando glanced at her and asked, “Is it okay?”

Miss Adviser shook his head.

“Don’t force yourself, Amandina.”

“I am fine, Lord Thane, thank you for your concern.”

Others recognized the hero’s descendant and each got up and saluted her. Amandina brief remark, but the eyes flashed with heavy light, because this is what her father did, abandoned her wife and daughter, and even lost one’s own life, but at this moment her heart is almost proud of the man.