The Amber Sword

Here's Sophie's plan.

If his memory is correct, the Captain of Bucci's guard should be the famous veteran, Madden, a veteran of the November war, just like Brando's grandfather.

Sophie knows because this NPC teaches travelers’ probing 'skills in the game.

But the veteran was truly famous because he made a huge mistake as the local guard captain of Butch during the first Black Rose War, and he misjudged Madara's arrival.

He thought that the other side had only invaded the border as usual, and therefore transferred the villagers of Butch from the beginning. He would have had a chance to fight back and defeat the vanguard of the Spirit Army, and then retreat from his body.

Unfortunately, this opportunity was lost with him.

He was supposed to be a hero of the kingdom, but ultimately embarked on another bleak path. For such a man, Sophie was both sighing and curious.

It's amazing what happened to the latter half of his life, but curious as to how he discovered Madara's army in advance at the beginning. You know, this is the only variable in the entire Goran-Elson region.

“Is it because of yourself?” Sophie suddenly had an impossible thought in her head.

But then he threw this ridiculous idea out of his head.

Now he's going to change history, he's going to find a way to remind each other. Fire, symbolized by warnings and invasions in military regulations, only Sophie expects the other party to be sober enough...

The door slammed, seemingly immersed in a tense atmosphere.

“Brando, they're coming in!” Roman grabbed the masonry hammer with his hands and stared at the kitchen door with a good look, afraid it would accidentally break open.

Sophie had no leisure time to think about it, and the Skull soldiers would die as soon as they came in. But when he heard Miss Merchant screaming, he couldn't help looking back at the door:

The kitchen door made a murmuring noise, constantly enabling the sword to stab and pull out, and Madara's sword was as bright as the fangs of a beast. Something burst into the door, a loud bang, and the roof dropped a layer of ash.

There was a squeaky groan on the wooden door, and the crack widened a lot ——

“Calm down, calm down, just think of it as a game. Sophie, think about what you've been through. This time it's not much...”

He tried to calm his mind by inhaling, wrapping a cloth soaked in oil on a bunch of straw and wood, then tightening it with a belt. He is familiar with this light driving, and homemade torches are a basic skill in the game that can no longer be founded, although not even basic craftsmanship counts.

This is a relatively rich condition. He also knew how to make a torch that burned for only five minutes, remembering that in the underground tunnels of Nokan and Hain, he had tried it once with dry lichens and shrubs.

But not much time was left to him. Soon, the door shook again, the door frame made a huge cracking noise, the lime splashed, and then fell.

“Brando...!” Roman felt her heart jump out of her voice and she blinked bright eyes.

“I'm here, don't worry, hang in there for a while.” Sophie was sweating herself, and he saw it on the rock a few times with iron bars, and Mars jumped, but it just didn't light the torch ——

After all, there is still a difference between reality and the game.

Skeleton soldiers' enormous force first made the latch impatient, clicked and broke, the wooden door tilted, but there were no holes.

A bald boner comes in from the outside and intends to break the latch from the inside.

The young businesswoman was frightened, and she immediately lifted her hammer and threw it over her skeleton with a bang - Madara's skeleton soldier had no pain, but stopped for a moment and continued to pull the latch.

Roman saw the scene and stayed for a while, forgetting even the hammer in his hand.

“Brando, Brando, what to do...” she immediately asked with a little nervousness.

The fire finally lit up.

And the latch fell to the top at the same time, clanging.

The door was opened, and the skeleton soldier with the sword outside pushed the door one step into it, turning his head and locking two pale young men in the orbit of the black hole with two beating red flames.

What's that young man doing?

Without waiting for it to react, a black object in the gray field of view of the dead had grown larger and bigger, and immediately caught a wipe of wood and stuck it in its head.

“... this is your last move. Remember to keep your hands steady when throwing out the sword, keep your focus low, and don't hesitate. Be sure to put a straight line between you and your goal...”

“… if your enemy is a skull, then your best goal is to choose the connection between the shoulder blade and the arm, the root of the thigh or the spine; unless you are sure of a blow to the head, its skull is not its greatest weakness…”

“Damn...! ”

Sophie looked back at the skeleton soldier and couldn't help but scold - the 'throwing’ technique in military swordsmanship was a sophisticated technique, but it wasn't a problem for a senior warrior - it was only when the wooden knife was thrown away that Sophie remembered violently that she was no longer that old man.

Throw this knife in the game with his power, and I'm afraid the skull will split straight into two pieces along the skull, but now, as Brando learned in militia training, the other side is at best slightly obstructed - the wood knife inserted in the brain door does not hurt the overall structure of a bone skeleton.

“Miss Roman, look out!” As soon as he saw the other person standing up again, he immediately pulled the foolish businesswoman in front behind him.

“Brando...” Miss Merchant freaked out.

“Don't worry, I'm here.” That's what Sophie said, but there's no bottom line, especially when she sees a dense, numb skull behind her that's about to pour in.

In such a critical situation, he couldn't care less, looking around, there was really nothing to use. But that bone skeleton is about to rise. What should we do? Just give up?

Sophie shook her head, swearing that she had never left her life and death like this since she was a kid —— not counting those experiences in the game, of course —— and he felt nothing but a blank heart, only a fight, and if she didn't succeed!

He rushed up, chewed his teeth off, grabbed the other man's sword arm, and then almost unconsciously pulled the skeleton backwards.

Tensions tend to unconsciously exhaust all efforts, and that skeletal skeleton is powerless to resist in a state of disequilibrium, making a chirping sound backwards, accompanied by a company of skeleton soldiers backwards.

The momentum of Madara's death poured into the room stagnated for a moment, but that was enough.

Young man can't help but wonder, he can hardly believe he succeeded, it's a reality, is he really that useless game house?

He subconsciously threw the torch in his other hand at the corner of the wall, which had already been piled up with dry straw, leather products and firewood.

A flame rises--

“Let's go, Brando!” Miss Merchant came up from behind and grabbed his hand.

She felt that she had never been so nervous since she was a kid. I remember the first time she met the young man next door, more than a year ago. She just felt that she was a little slutty and talkative.

But today, that ordinary young man has shown calm and courage, so that the temperament at this time of crisis is auntie chirping 'reliable man’?

What a strange feeling...

The teenage girl couldn't help but think clearly and noticed that she couldn't help but jump when she grabbed each other's wrist.

“Brando? ”

The smoke has spread and the kitchen is full of choking smoke.

Sophie, this is the only spirit that's awake. Martha went up and he burned his grandfather's old house, and Brando couldn't stop eating and walking this time - even though he's Brando now.

He had a mess in his head, but Brando's memories still prevailed in the mess.

However, a dry, low voice soon came from behind the smoke: "Faster, soldiers of the dead. Put out the fire and pull the worm out. We only have one minute...”

The voice reminded young people that they were still in danger and that a way must be found to escape the day they were born. But Sophie knew that the subordinate spirit, driven by the fire of the soul, was instinctively afraid of the fire, and that the corpse witch might still have some difficulty overcoming it under his skull in a short time, so now it's his turn.

It's just that the flame is a double-edged sword, and he has to hurry.

“Miss Roman, come with me.” Sophie pulled a roll of sausage off the ceiling at will, then took Miss Merchant to the back door. This is not him, but the food reserves that formed the basis before the escape almost formed a subconscious instinct for the players in the 'Amber Sword'.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, surrounded by a flame of smoke and rising temperatures very fast. But Sophie quickly touched the little food door in her memory —— pushed it, locked it.

Sophie coughed and the businesswoman behind her coughed very badly. He quietly stroked down and immediately found the metal latch, which he was trying to open, but hesitated to open.

He remembers another thing.

……

“Freya! ”

Perhaps for residents of the Elson-Golan Mountains, the stars in April are not very different from the night sky in May. Only from the end of May, temperatures have gradually risen. From the downward perspective of the slow slope of the Pine Mountains, it has been a sea of red and white flowers since the early summer. In peacetime, this is the most peaceful countryside in Eruin, but it has been devastated by war for centuries.

The girl raised her head, and in the summer night, the dome was crystal clear - from west to east, a bright light belt ran through the night sky through the mythological constellations of all sizes and sizes.

She was standing on the side of the mountain looking up at the entrance of the village. Freya was a little worried. The previous loud noise was particularly disturbing. Didn't you say there was a movement of dead spirits around the area recently?...

When she heard the cry, she turned around and was surprised to see a naive teenager run out of the village, panicking and running to her side bending over and gasping.

“What's the matter, little Finnish, is something wrong?” The girl's voice is soft and clear.

“Did you hear that voice? ”

“Well, that's why I came out and looked,” Her eyes had to float in that direction up the hill again, "I was really worried about Roman, her aunt went to the nearby town too... I heard it wasn't safe recently, I let her stay at my house for two days, but she didn't say yes. ”

The teenager looked up at her and couldn't help staring...

The young girl's long, light brown hair was succinctly tied behind her head into a long ponytail, lined with an English figure, and she wore a fitted grey and white leather coat with a thick cotton shirt and a sleeve on her left shoulder - an abstract pine leaf painted with black pigment.

She also had a short sword on her waist, a medieval Western European sword, and a flame crest on the iron plate on the sword guard's hand.

If Sophie could recognize each other's outfits at this glance - Butch's militia. The Golan Hesson is the most common tree species in the Elson-Golan Mountains and the emblem of the local forces in Butch.

However, the guards are well equipped and equipped with robes, and only local militiamen will wear this grey-white leather coat sewn from gray oxen fur.

In Eruin, every young person at the local level receives regular militia training, usually from the age of fourteen, between October and March of each year, until the age of nineteen. Since the decree was issued in Thunder's Year, militia training has become one of Eruin's most important military initiatives, as trained young people, even adults, can serve as militias at any time during normal times and as the most important source of reserve in times of war.

“Doesn't that kid live there, either? I heard he was a militia in Prague.” The teenager asked somewhat puzzled.

“Huh, the people in the city are not worth trusting,” the young girl slapped her long ponytail backwards and couldn't help but frown: “That's precisely why I'm not comfortable with that guy there! ”

“You're biased, Sister Freya. ”

“What do you know... Forget it,” the teenager said without going back. “Well, tell me what you want, boy. Don't talk like a girl, you know! ”

Little Finnish shrunk his neck: “You know, Captain Madden has ordered the guards to assemble! ”

Freya's big, bright eyes flashed a little surprise: "Captain Madden? How do you know that? ”

“Bresson told me,” Little Finnish winked and replied, "By the time I got out, he had gone on horseback to report to the guard. ”

“Know what happened? ”

“I don't know." The teenager shook his head.

The girl turned back and looked at that direction of the hill with some apprehension, and in the darkness she could see only the outline of the estate.

“Wake everyone up, and we'll go. ”

“Freya, at this hour, Aunt Hill will kill us!” The teenager opened his eyes and asked incredibly: “Shall we wait for tomorrow's news? ”

“What a coward!” The teenage girl couldn't help staring at each other, but she also knew that little Finnish was telling the truth and remembering her aunt's deterrent power - don't look at her as the militia captain of Butch, but she was just as afraid to build it.

“You're not the same...” The teenager just muttered and saw the other person turn back and seriously give himself a silent gesture.

“Freya? ”

“Shh -" the girl overstepped her side and made a 'listen’ gesture, in the dark, a slight whining was clearly heard.

“What's that sound? ”

Whimpering has gone from far to close, on top of the head, fast.

As the girl's face changed, she raised her head to try to avoid it, but it was too late. A dark shadow burst into her shoulder from the sky, causing her to scream backwards.

“Big sister...! ”

“Run, little Finnish, run!” The ponytail girl exclaimed painfully.

Arrows like rain.

……

Sophie stopped.

“What's wrong, Brando... cough?” The future young businesswoman felt abnormal and couldn't help but ask.

Sophie didn't answer. He remembered something.

When Madara launched the raid, it was in the game, and it was inevitable that the player would not be able to bypass the game, and the player would not be able to do it at sunrise and sunset like NPC, or even say that quite a few of them were true nocturnal creatures.

He remembers operating in Madara when he encountered player interference elsewhere - players like him, but most of Madara's operations were successful.

Why is that?

Yes, he finally remembered an era when Eru was on the verge of twilight in this ancient country, and its neighbours were ushering in an era of wind and clouds.

Clustering stars...

Sophie can't be exclaimed. Madara of this era, not only thanks to the legendary leadership of the future prestigious continent, but also thanks to the military transformation of seven years ago (Black Rose Reform, 368) - a transformation that created a solid foundation for it that cultivated an ever-outstanding array of apprentices who were underpinning the country's war power from the bottom up.

And that strength will eventually be demonstrated in such a war.

In the first Black Rose War, Madara's army showed strong execution and judgment enough to keep everyone in the eye, but unfortunately, there was no real vigilance until Eruin's demise.

Exactly.

That country in the dark is rising, and soon it will be like the sky.

“Those guys, they're unusual. ”

Sophie was particularly impressed with Madara's distinguished middle- and lower-ranking officers as an age-old opponent, and only those who fought him for a long time would know -

Sophie's hands were on the cold latch, her heart cooled a little, and the moment he closed the door the other side should have attacked Butch beforehand - they would not give him time, if only possibilities, to alert the village.

Behind this door may be Madara's skull soldiers.

What should we do?

……

(PS. 5,000 words in this chapter, please! Wish, if you can get to the front page tomorrow, just add a more chapter to the double!!!)