The Amber Sword

The sergeant in the militia coaching team did not deceive me and the necessary experience could save your life at a critical time.

Had it not been for that month of training, I fear I would have had difficulty avoiding that deadly sword in my sleep earlier - the sudden onslaught caused a lightning alarm that woke me out of my dreams; when I opened my eyes, I saw the sharp long sword, I could not help but lift a deep cold from the bottom of my heart -

What a palpitation!

But to be honest, I don't know how I reacted. Perhaps it was an instinct of long-term training, and I overthrew at the edge of a thousand shots, rubbing the sword down my ear.

Qian Jun-

Then I saw the black rose crest of Bromando's wrath on that cold-lit stainless steel sword, embedded on an iron plate from all directions. I beamed to recognize this thing, "Madara's army of the dead!” It's like a bowl of cold water dripping from head to foot that wakes me up completely, damn it, what the hell is going on here?

I remember clearly that I was on vacation in an old house in the Bucci countryside, a real estate my grandfather had left behind, and I sought the consent of the old man in the house to stay here temporarily and help him with this old house.

My mother is a Carnego, which is about the only descent of my body that is closest to the nobility. But my father was just a mediocre miller —— he wasn't even a middle-aged man like my grandfather who had been in the famous November War and received the Medal of Candle Fire —— but an honest man of his own.

And me, I'm an ordinary young man everywhere in the kingdom, and my biggest dream is to join the army or go out on adventures and earn a big family return.

Perhaps it would be perfect to end up with another beautiful, beautiful wife for the rest of her life!

But gossip, now the fact that there is a terrible dead spirit beside the bed to kill me makes me feel like a mess. Fortunately, those things taught by the instructor on weekdays are still in my mind, not thrown out of the Nine Clouds because of a messy mind. I remembered for a moment that my sword was supposed to be by the bed, but that skull would never give me a chance to get it —— now I realize it's not a good habit, and next time I'll remember to put it under my pillow.

And of course, all of these ideas just happened instantly in my plan.

I instinctively jumped outward, pulling the white bone Sensen's skull down by my bed as the whole person rolled out of bed. At this point, I remember every word the instructor said in his first field lesson:

Remember, these Madara's lowest soldiers, driven by pure soul fire, move slowly, lack wisdom, weak power ——

But before I could finish thinking about it, a huge force came from under me, as if I was suppressing not a skeleton, but a bull. All in all, one of the impotent forces lifted me out and slammed me into one side of the cabinet. I heard my bones moaning alongside my bookcase, and the intense pain all over my body made me bite my teeth, but I immediately shook my head and threw my dizziness out - because I remembered what I was supposed to do, and in my swinging vision, that skull had risen up to pull the sword it had stuck in my bed.

It does seem stiff, but how can this force be so weak?

But I'm about to turn around and run away, because that ‘guy' has pulled out his sword and turned back into a dangerous existence. And I, for one, asked myself that power is not its opponent, or maybe three more, and I didn't have enough of it to look at -- and the point is, I don't have a weapon in my hand.

My sword was just separated by it, and of course I believe it's just a coincidence, because the skull has no wisdom.

I just crawled up to the door, and I couldn't help but scream bad luck - because I saw the door in the lower hall smashed open and a cold moonlight spilled in outside, which was full of poetic painting, if it hadn't been for it lining another Whiteson bone skeleton.

I noticed that this low-order presence of Madara had apparently just walked in —— it had another steel sword in its hand, a Maddala-shaped chain armor on the bone frame, and a dark, heavy helmet.

But what frustrated me the most was that it raised its head and just locked me up with the flames of two red gorillas pounding through the orbit of a black hole.

Looks like it saw me.

It's not a good sign that there are wolves and tigers in front of them.

Dear Martha, I cannot bear to pray to the God in my heart that I am only nineteen years old and cannot die so indistinctly in a remote land.

By the way, I haven't confessed to the woman I love yet. I couldn't help but speed up the heartbeat when I thought of that charming young businesswoman, whose house was right across the street from mine, and I couldn't put my own girl in danger.

I just calmed down and tried to find a way out. I was in a hurry, and at this point the sergeant's lesson came into my mind...

“Only if you calm down can you fight! ”

This is consistent with my current situation, but I don't have a weapon, so I can't fight a beast with my bare hands? As I gasped and leaned against the wall, I looked at it in panic. Although this old house could not yet be described as a house with four walls, there was nothing in the lobby to use as a temporary weapon.

If only my grandfather were a great nobleman, I'd been to Count Remington's house, the main hall five times the size of this hall, with many shields, long swords and axes on the walls, where I'd be sure to find a good weapon.

Besides, my swordsmanship is not bad. I didn't brag about it. The old sergeant himself praised me and said that my swordsmanship was the best of our cadets.

That kid from the Bryson family wasn't my opponent either, although I always envied him for having a local governor's dad. If my dad was a local chief, I'd be in the guard.

Now, of course, it doesn't work. Anyway, my sword and I are separated from the former Skull Soldier. Though they can't run, they walk at the same speed as ordinary people, and they're a little stiff, they're just a little slower than an adult.

I bet I can make a roundabout of it on the training field, but in this narrow place, I'm about to take a sword.

The two skeletons are getting closer and closer, and that 'clicking’ footsteps is like hitting me in the head, and my own heart beats like thunder and thunder.

I was a little overwhelmed —— the skeleton in the bedroom came out, paused, and turned around and walked towards me. I took a unconscious step back and hit a hard thing on my back.

I just remembered that I should hang an oil painting behind me, which was handed down by my grandfather's generation. It was said that it was a family heirloom, the lame guy in Black Pepper Lane, who had said he was going to buy the painting with ten gold coins, but my father refused.

My father was a stubborn old man, but unlike him, if it hadn't happened, I would have thought about selling this painting and buying a beautiful horse and going to parade the mainland with the lady dreaming of a businessman at the door.

But now I can't care less. Now this heirloom is going to save my life. I went back and grabbed the wooden frame of the painting and ripped it off, and at this point I wasn't in the mood to worry about breaking it —— you know, it could be worth at least ten gold coins, although I suspected it was worth more, because that limp in Black Pepper Lane was famously stingy.

Ten gold coins are a fortune, and the most money I've seen since I was a kid is about ten silver coins.

I couldn't help but take a breath and feel my hands shaking. I want to wait until I throw this painting at that horrible dead spirit, slip away from it as I guard against it, and get the sword and smash these skeletons into pieces with my own sword.

Of course, I can make it the way I want, but I'm going down the street. But I'm not sure if there's anything like these ghosts out there, and I'm totally looking to die out there with my bare hands. So I decided that it would be better to be brave.

Though it's just an ideal idea, maybe it'll give me a sword regardless of anything, and then I'll go see Lord Martha later.

I couldn't help but wonder if they'd put up a tablet for me, and it said...

“Poor Brando, he was obviously wrong...”

I fought a cold war and hurried to shake my head and throw out the horrible thoughts that this ghost had in my head —— shh, shh, shh, I'm not going to die.

And then I looked at the oil painting on my hand, and, seriously, I can't see what's good about this -- this is ten gold coins? Wouldn't it be a shame to throw that cripple out of Black Pepper Lane like that?

But that dreadful spirit is near, and I have no time to regret the forthcoming loss of ten gold coins and the opportunity to travel with that businesswoman on the continent, because I have consciously thrown that frame out.

I threw it, and the painting almost flew in a straight line towards the bone skeleton of Whitesen, which was great, and the fool raised his sword consciously, and I saw the grey-covered painting 'tear’ split into two pieces in the middle of the air.

What a force! Fortunately, however, the sergeant did not lie about critical issues, and these bone skeletons certainly lacked wisdom.

I had almost just flashed the question in my head, and people had gone out unconsciously.

My bedroom door is not far from me, thank Lord Martha, I just need a few more steps out to see my sword lying quietly there.

The sword was also one of my heirlooms, and my grandfather used it to fight, and it was said that he had served a knight for a while, and the sword was given to him by the knight's lord.

The sword should be thirty-two years old, with ivy marks on it to commemorate the victory of the Golan Elsen Plateau.

I remember that year when His Majesty changed the format of the cavalry's long sword, changing its length from its original length to one and a half arms, and the bronze trim on the guard was replaced with regular iron flowers, in order to save costs to accommodate the longer the 'November War’.

That's right, that's a cavalry sword.

Hmm, just wait till I get that sword--

“Madala's bastards, it's your turn...”