The Amber Sword

The author is speechless...

Marshal Saint Dragon stood in front of Anil's castle and stared at the sky, as a wizard in a blue robe walked up and said: "Dragon, the post resonated greatly after the forum, the players around have already promised to participate in this war, and the Alliance lords are starting to act as planned.” Saint Dragon laughed and laughed: “Indeed, this is a world war between the player and the slave master. Since the first battle, this battle has begun. We have learned from our repeated failures. Today, we have grown stronger and matured. This war will be our battle of creation - the world of the player will come, and everything new will replace an old thing, as will Madara, and so will we. Einar will be eliminated from this history. Blood will be shed. How is your battle for justice?” The wizard stretched his lazy back exaggerated and staggered the two patterns on his sleeves and replied: “The magic is running, but the magic smell has been suppressed to an extreme point, it can only last another hour, but the magic array still has five hours to run, and once the suppressed magic smell has erupted, I'm afraid even the surrounding countries will know that it's not just Anil's SS...” Saint Dragon looked at the West and said: "They should be back soon.”

Priesttown

The streets were filled with soldiers, but no one was relaxed. They were just as alert as the big enemy. Although they knew that there were only a dozen of them, it was hard to hide their fears - 18 gold grades, and the division of labour was clear that an army of black iron grades could not retain them at all. It was strange that they attacked them. Do 18 of them still want to destroy an army? But this is not the case, in the battle, they rely on powerful forces and terrain familiarity, come and go freely in the battle, while the hierarchical organs of the chief also succumb under strong force, without the previous sharp energy, in their hearts only waiting for the early arrival of reinforcements, to put an end to this bloody nightmare...

A green light dances forward, as if it were a floating feather, but the confused wind pressure around reminds people that this is a very dangerous thing. As a knight swings, the feathers instantly disperse into the air, and then the air solidifies and crushes it forward like a bulldozer. Whether it's soldiers or gravel, the rubble bounces out “on the bluebird!” At the order of the knight, he sang a long battle horse in bronze armor, rose up empty, and his body emitted a slight blue light, indicating its grade - the Golden Level Fantasy Creature, only to see it rush against the previously crushed air “Wind Wing - Strike” The solidified air instantly gathered around the horse, at this time the horse had been turned into a green light forward, then the wind followed as if it were the wings of the Heavenly Horse, but as if it were a sharp sharp blade, and all those encountered by the two “wings” were ruthlessly torn and torn...

“Ryans, save some strength. Now is not the time to make a fuss. The death of the Knights Alliance leader in the hands of the Guard can be a big joke in the forum.” A girl in the company warned their allied lord with bitterness, "It's okay, did I just fascinate you?" Girl took her silver and white bow and knocked it on the head of the Green Knight. "Don't knock, I knock stupid, it doesn't matter, but Medusa's eyes can't hurt me.” The girl hastily put away this big bow more than a meter long like sterling silver. The Green Knight was just trying to relieve herself, and suddenly it seemed that the girl took out a hammer, "You're not a warrior, what are you doing with it... I'm guilty, I admit I was wrong... Help! Help! Murder!”

The farce was quickly stopped by the surrounding team members, who were also used to their allied lord from time to time, the Red Lotus, the surrounding soldiers had just been emptied, the people behind them did not dare to go forward, the situation stalled, another knight in the team once vowed to ask: "Allied lord, do you want to go?” The Green Knight looked at the distance, the eastern side had set off a red flare, telling him that the guards around Anil had come this way, “it seemed that the task had been accomplished,” the knight pointed forward, “Towards Anil, rush out, the blocker dies," said the sword waved in his hand, the blue sword struck the highest building in the town of Prisma - the bell tower, the top of the clock tower flew out, made a loud noise of "Qiang," before landing, became powder, then the bell tower began to tilt down, the brick continued to fall, then this iconic building in the town of Prisma reversed to the soldiers around...

At the foot of a mountain outside the main city of Einier, a huge array of magic floats on the ground. From time to time, electric flowers shine on this circle of grain. The white light in the center of the grain shines into the sky, but is blocked by the death of the purple magic array just above it. The white column of light seems to be unwilling to be suppressed by it, constantly impacting the array of magic, Each pulsating impact shakes a wave of the magic array, makes a broken sound like glass, the shattered token is instantly swallowed up by the purple powder, surrounded by the wizards constantly repair the nodes of the magic array, but the purple light still fades, finally, the white light erupts, a channel of light breaks through the junction with the sky to form A column of light connecting the stars, the magic array blocking the white light exploded instantly, directly sending all the wizards repairing the magic array to the temple, the magic elements confused, wind, fire, water, earth, darkness, these normally invisible elements at this time condensed into colorful lines converging to this column of light, the light column around began to roll up a storm rolling all kinds of elements into a group, the original sunny sky was cloudy, lightning broke down together, but before it hit the ground, it was caught by the element storm, dispersed, disappeared...

The Marshal of Saint Dragon, looking at the “strange” view of the sky, can no longer speak, he has also seen twelve rings of magic among the witches, he has also learned relevant knowledge in Kanach (a floating city in Buga, where the twelve rings of magic society used to be located), and he himself is a part-time witch, but he has never heard of this scene, “Xuan Blood, what's going on? This is too different from the twelve-ring spell! ”

The wizard around him also stared closely at the sky: “Twelve Ring spells contain rules, how can it be possible for a player who is generally a silver power, I used extraction elements to break the order to form chaos, to create this taboo storm, it will be beyond the existence of twelve ring spells, haha ~” Marshal Saint Dragon suddenly had a bad feeling, he hastily asked: “Is this thing reliable?” The wizard shrugged his shoulders and said: “How do I know that this thing only works with a lot of players and countless amounts of money, the energy is activated, theoretically it is fine, I have been studying this aspect for a long time, to have confidence in me.” At this time, the Dragon already has the impulse to strangle Xuan's blood. This guy has never tried it. I wonder how he could have given such an important thing to him in the first place. The clash of order and chaos... The Dragon can already imagine what will happen soon, or it is up to him. The Dragon sighs and commands all around him: "Bring the allies, the battle of creation begins."

(To be continued)