Light The Lamp Of Shandora

It was about four hundred years ago. At that time, Sky Island did not have an island known as the Island of God. There was no island with land. At that time, Sky Island only had an island made of clouds made by island cloud, an existence known as the earth. The existence that the people on Blue Ocean turned a blind eye to was a precious treasure that Sky Island could not obtain.

However, one day, an island made of land appeared above this White White Sea with a burst of unprecedented fierce sea current. This was something that made all the people of Sky Island ecstatic. Although there were people living on that island at that time, it did not matter. In front of such a great temptation, those tenacious natives were not enough to stop the people of Sky Island.

The original natives of the island were driven out of their own land by Sky Island, who was the commander of the God of Sky Island at that time. In order to take back their hometown and protect the secrets of the island, this group of warriors began to fight for four hundred years. The blood of generations of people watered their names. They were Shandian.

According to the legend, four hundred years ago, what symbolized the beginning of a protracted war was an extremely beautiful bell sound, as if it was the sound of the real heaven, a wonderful sound that could make people feel baptized.

At that time, the sound of the bell was just like this.

"This, is this lamp of Shandora?"

The man named Wyper burst into tears. Even in the face of the most difficult enemy, even if he suffered the most unbearable damage, he would not shed a trace of sorrow. At this moment, this man was indeed wailing.

"Why is it ringing at this time!"

The man cried so loudly, "Why is it so late for four hundred years!"

The warriors of Shandian who followed behind him were also in tears. There was an indescribable emotion in their hearts. The ancestors pursued the voice for four hundred years and continued the promise for four hundred years. Today, four hundred years later, there was finally a chance to realize it.

"Is this bell that symbolizes the war?"

"It was clearly such a beautiful bell, but why did it bring about a war that lasted for four hundred years?"

"Hey, this is great! What is this?"

"Is this a bell?" The woman named Serena was extremely excited. "Is there a bell that can make such a beautiful sound?"

"Yes, it's really great!"

The chef nodded lightly.

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Time went back to the earlier moment.

Vlad, who was floating in the sky, easily saw a shining golden color on a cloud in the distance. He naturally knew that he had found his destination.

"Wow, this is the golden bell!"

Vlad strolled forward, and within a few steps, he had already caught sight of the shining bell.

"How beautiful is this?"

"This kind of brilliance is worthy of being the legendary treasure of the Golden City, Shandora."

Vlad had a look of admiration on his face, "Shandora's Lamp! It really is brilliant!"

What appeared in front of Vlad was not anything else but a huge golden bell. It was completely made of gold. Even after four hundred years of rain and wind, even if it was covered with tenacious vines, that kind of beauty could not be covered up.

The beautiful patterns revealed the unique aesthetic concept of people who lived in the capital of gold eight hundred years ago, Shandora. This was a beauty that modern craftsmen could not imitate. On the huge pedestal, in the middle of a few huge golden pillars, there was a huge golden bell.

Vlad strolled forward and looked up at the beauty that ordinary people could not see in their lives. The beautiful scenery was an extremely wonderful enjoyment even in their eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa,"

Vlad smiled, "This is what the Shandians have been guarding for hundreds of years.

Then lost the secret treasure of four hundred years?"

"Really,"

Vlad looked a little troubled. He smiled and said, "I can't understand it at all!"

In front of him was a huge stone, directly inlaid on the base of the golden clock. On it were some words that Vlad could not understand at all. The name of this kind of thing was the text of history, which recorded the blank hundred-year-old history that the world government tried to erase.

Although Vlad could not understand these words, he did know the meaning of these words. This historical text did not record the history but another earth-shattering piece of news. It was about the location of the Sea King, one of the three ancient weapons.

Vlad did not care too much about these words. He could not understand them anyway. What attracted his attention was another line of words. Although they were the same words, the words were obviously different. They were engraved on the golden base next to the stone tablet.

Vlad reached out his hand and touched the line of words. There were strong and powerful traces. Each character was flamboyant and unbridled, but he could control it freely. It was very clear that the man who wrote this line of words had an extremely amazing spirit.

"I came here! Take this article to the end of the world—"

Although he could not understand these words, it did not prevent Vlad from knowing the meaning of the words. He smiled, which was an extremely excited and passionate smile.

"Pirate - Gol-D-Roger!!!"

Vlad opened his big mouth and laughed, "Gol-D-Roger!"

"Wuhahahaha"

The writer of this line of words was none other than the pirate king, the greatest pirate in history.

"Wuhahaha!"

"Here, Roger!"

Vlad touched the mark with his hand and his eyes turned to the side. He seemed to see the man, the man who laughed and carved this line of words on this pedestal. Yes, there was no doubt that the man must have been laughing at that time. Vlad understood this very well, because just looking at this line of words, he already had the urge to laugh.

"There is no need to wait any longer, Roger!"

"Soon, soon I will take all the things you left behind!" Vlad smiled.

"Hehe!"

Vlad looked at the words written by the Pirate King again, then turned around without any reluctance, and went straight to the base of the huge golden bell. The lamp of Shandora, which had been lost for four hundred years, was already within reach.

"This is the lamp of Shandora!"

Vlad smiled, "The agreement that lasted for four hundred years, and the bloody battles of several generations, just to make its sound ring through the sky again?"

"Well, the great warrior Calgara and Montblanc-Noland, two men, two families, have continued the agreement for four hundred years,"

Vlad's body began to rise. A huge fire dragon appeared. The fiery red dragon and the golden gold appeared. All of this looked extremely harmonious.

"How romantic!"

"That's why, resound through the sky for me! The lamp of Shandora!"

"Let the descendants of those two men hear it properly! The promise from back then has been fulfilled!"

Dong!

Vlad fiercely punched the golden bell.

Dang ---

The beautiful sound of the bell echoed in the sky!