Sword of Daybreaker

  It was the glory that was three thousand years away, and the sound that was three thousand years away.

   and three thousand years of history.

Azmore walked forward step by step, just like many, many years ago, when he had just obtained the qualification to step into the temple as a druid apprentice, he followed behind the teacher and stepped on the majestic with a reverent heart. The solemn steps and stone ramps, and behind him, several priests followed his footsteps closely, and lined up on both sides according to the different positions of the year.

This is the most lofty rite of sight, and every step must not be careless-although the youngest of them is already 3,700 years old, these aging elves will still take every step as steady as a mountain. , Not bad at all.

Amone quietly lay prone in the middle of the courtyard, watching the elves walking towards him with gentle eyes-each of them had a face that was very different from what he remembered, three thousand years of time, even life span The long elves have also come to the end of their lives. These elves, who were at least middle-aged back then, have survived to this day completely relying on baptismal "blessings" and a strong will to survive. Those wrinkled faces were deeply imprinted in Ammon's eyes, and gradually merged with some of the shadows he remembered... and finally melted into a sigh.

   "Azmore, you are very old." He said softly.

   "Lord..." Azmore walked forward step by step. When the voice of God came directly into his ears, he finally trembled and said, "We have found you for three thousand years..."

   "You shouldn't find me," Amone sighed softly, "I had a reason to leave--and you could have had a better life."

   "We know, but we are willing to follow you!" a high-ranking priest suddenly said, "No matter what the reason, we are willing to..."

Amoen quietly watched these priests who had followed him faithfully, and even today, three thousand years later, he still followed him faithfully. After a long time, he sighed: "It is precisely because there were too many who were willing to follow me back then... "

  ……

Gawain and Bersetia stood quietly in the distance, standing by the "path" leading to the center of the courtyard, watching the priests walk towards the holy giant deer shrouded in light like pilgrims in religious stories, Berser Tia finally spoke softly: "It's been three thousand years... The Morning Star family has thought about how to solve this long-standing problem countless times, but no one thought that this matter would end in this way."

"It ends in this form... you will have no less trouble," Gawain glanced at the Silver Queen. "These people can't go back - regardless of your explanation, these people are all taken away by you. After that, you'leave this world'... you have spent many years trying to gently solve the esoteric problem, and now this problem cannot be ended gently."

"I remember we discussed this before," Belcetia only smiled. She looked at the priests standing at the feet of Ammon, the smile on her face was gentle and sweet, but the brilliance in her eyes was cold. Rushuang, "A lot of people have got one thing wrong-what I am treating gently is always these old men who have made great contributions to the empire and have never really betrayed the silver empire. As for the secret teachings you mentioned ...What do they count?"

   "It looks like you have already made a plan," Gawain withdrew his gaze from Bersetia and silently looked forward, "I was worried too much."

"The Silver Empire is huge, and the ancient history has brought about an ancient and complicated social structure. For centuries since I ruled that land, there will always be people who are unwilling to follow me... Now I just finally found a chance. Let some of them go with their gods. After all, this is what they have always dreamed of."

When the Silver Queen said this, she fell silent suddenly, as if she was thinking about something. It was not until half a minute later that she suddenly asked softly: "In another place, there should be many technicians monitoring the changes here... Just now, Aziz After the sages of Mor and the priests stepped into the courtyard of rebellion, between them and Amor..."

"Established a connection," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "very obvious, very stable connection-it seems that even after three thousand years of'exhaustion' and'interruption', these people have the slightest faith in Amorn in their hearts. It hasn't faded, but it has become stronger and deeper with the passage of time."

"Is it... also, if it weren't for such unwavering determination, even with the life of the elves and the vitality given by the gods, they would not be able to persist to this day," Belcetia's eyelids drooped slightly, "Azmore The sage is nearly five thousand years old."

   Then she paused, and then whispered as if talking to herself: "It looks like they really can't go back."

  ……

On the ground of broken and floating boulders, Azmore sat on the ground with the priests, just as druid sages sitting in the forest 30 centuries ago discussing scriptures and doctrines, the power of the gods infiltrated them and dried up. The soul of three thousand years, the feeling of fullness and peace filled everyone's mind. They discussed the stories of those ancient times, discussed the lush forests, discussed the mountains and valleys, the seasons and the birds and beasts, and the rivers flowing through the plains. , And the eagles flying across the sky--Amorn only looked at them gently most of the time. In those crystal-cast eyes, there was a pure and extraordinary brilliance.

All this lasted for a long time, until the sages seemed to have forgotten the passage of time. During this period, a high-ranking priest suddenly seemed to remember something and let out a sigh: "Well, if His Majesty Istar is still there... …"

   "Kostina has betrayed the sacred faith," another high-ranking priest couldn't help but said, "She...she shouldn't..."

"Kostina may have betrayed her belief, but she has never betrayed us," Azmore said in a low voice, and his voice immediately calmed the priests. "There are countless people who can accuse her of reorganizing the church. The decision, but only those of us who have survived to this day... none of us are qualified to speak."

The old elf's eyelids were drooping, and no one could see the look in his eyes when he said these words. At this moment, Amone's voice suddenly rang, low and soft: "Kosti Na Istar Morningstar... my last priestess, I still remember her appearance. She... has been dead for many years, right?"

"Yes, Lord," Azmore replied immediately, "His Majesty Istar passed away more than two thousand years ago... After you left, she reorganized the Druid Church and took over the entire elven society with imperial power. , The backlash caused by the betrayal of the gods and the huge pressure she endured caused her to die early, and she herself became the last silver queen to have a religious name-after that, the ruler of the Silver Empire no longer had a religious name. "

Amone fell silent. After an unknown period of silence, the priests heard the gentle and majestic voice resounding: "She was under a lot of pressure, didn't she... Alas, what a silly girl, she actually did a lot of work. Well...really done well...I was too selfish when I left."

   Azmore opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously propped up his body to stand up: "Lord, you must not..."

He didn't finish his words, and his body didn't stand up either-the old elf lowered his head in a bit of astonishment. In the opening and the bare part of the priest's robe, he saw that his muscles and skin were a little bit already. Drying down, a grayish-white color like weathered rock is spreading on him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  This scene is like this body that has been stuck in time suddenly reacting, recalling that he should have died many years ago.

  The old priest suddenly understood what was going on, he sighed, then smiled faintly, raised his head and looked around, and was greeted by several faces with the same smile.

   "Lord, it looks like the time is near." Azmore said with a smile.

"I can let you stay," Amone watched quietly at these elves who were supposed to be dead one thousand to two thousand years ago, "abandon this body, abandon everything in the past, and no longer have the mortal world. Any contact, stay here forever-until the end of time."

  Azmore fell silent. After a long time, he asked softly: "If we stay here, will God come back?"

   "...God is not coming back, God is already dead."

Azmore chuckled softly, shook his head slowly, and then he squeezed up his body, bit by bit, let his body, which was rapidly aging, leave the ground-as if he had exhausted his whole body. After strength, he finally succeeded this time. He turned his head and saw that Bersetia and Gawain had come nearby-they were standing there, as if waiting for a certain time to approach.

  The old priest gently beckoned, the young empress came over, and the surrounding ancient priests also stood up one by one. They supported each other and looked at the ruler of the Silver Empire together.

"Your Majesty Belsetia-I call you your Majesty," Azmore said slowly, his voice as raw and rough as the rubbing of dry branches, "I know that in the past many years, you and your father, And your grandmother, you are looking forward to the death of a few of us every day... Now, this day seems to have finally come."

  Belcetia opened her mouth: "I..."

"Please leave it to us, we have limited time." Azmore raised his hand to interrupt Bersetia's words, then he slowly raised his hand, his index finger pressed his forehead, accompanied by a faintly flowing green light As well as a slight rubbing sound of skin, the old priest's forehead gradually bulged out and fell off a dark green orb!

  The Silver Queen looked at this scene in astonishment: "This is..."

"Hiding on the body, you may find it out, and with your ingenuity, you will definitely recognize it, and then guess why I prepared this token," Azmore grinned, his teeth loosening , The voice is more ambiguous than before, "But now, I can give it to you...This is the missing bead on your grandmother's scepter, and the last link missing from your imperial power.

   "Take it, find my apprentice, he is waiting for you under that mountain, let him see this bead, and then tell him in ancient elf language-the stars are rising, and the leaves have returned to their roots.

"In this way, the elves who sincerely follow us and the ancient traditions will disperse. From now on, they will recognize you as the legal and sole ruler, and those who have not disperse... Your Majesty, let them Come with us."

Azmore handed his hand forward. Two seconds later, Bersetia reached out and took it. She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "If I didn't bring back this orb and that In short, what will happen?"

  Azmore looked at her, stared at her for a few seconds before shook his head with a chuckle, "It’s not going to happen—who can really resist the powerful Silver Queen?"

After saying this, the ancient priest who had lived for thousands of years turned his head, as if leaving the entire mortal world behind him, he walked towards the huge and holy giant deer not far away. Behind him, the ancient priests supported each other, but followed firmly.

   "You still have a chance to change your mind," Amone's gaze fell on these priests, his tone gradually becoming serious, "Going forward, I can't reverse everything."

   Azmore raised his head and looked up at those crystal eyes. In the clear and warm gaze of the god, he asked softly: "Lord, after death, is there that eternal heaven?"

   "...No," Amone said in a low voice, "Everything has no eternity, and the gods will fall, and death is a peaceful void-in front of you, there is only me."

"Thank you—" Azmore smiled, his completely shriveled body bathed in the radiance of the **** of nature, he took a step forward and slowly opened his hands, "You are with us, we are with you in."

  In a soft white light, the priests from ancient times and the quaint crowns sublimate into light, dissolving in the light escaping from Ammon's side.

  Everything returns to nothingness.

Gawain watched this scene unexpectedly, which obviously did not match his initial expectations. He stepped to Bersetia's side, raised his head with the imperial ruler, and watched the remaining brilliance fade a little bit. , Dissipated, half a minute later, the light floating in the air finally returned to calm-the barrier set by the magic goddess Mirmina also faded.

The shocking scars on the giant deer Ammon once again appeared in front of Gawain, and the wreckage of the spacecraft that penetrated his body and was crucified to the ground also emerged from nothingness, but in a moment, it was restored here. It started as if nothing had happened before.

  It was quiet in the rebellious courtyard, and neither the mortal nor the **** spoke. After an unknown long time, Ammon whispered: "Go, all gone..."

  Bersetia lowered her eyelids slightly: "They have come to the end long ago, they are just persistent."

   "Also..."

Amone sighed slightly, and at this moment, the brilliance of his walking suddenly stagnated. The long and holy breath seemed to have undergone a certain change at this moment. Gawain felt something, He raised his head subconsciously, and saw that the huge mountain-like giant deer swayed slightly in the darkness-the body that had not moved at all in three thousand years was slowly rising and falling with the breath, he heard the body of Ammon There was a low voice, as if flesh and blood were refilling a hollow body, and running water poured into a dry river.

  The holy giant deer took a deep breath, then lowered his head, his forelimbs supported his body strongly, and the mountain-like body began to move little by little, and stood up little by little...