The Amber Sword

“Lord Martha, my soldiers have opened the door, but the inside has been ignited. My skulls are hesitating in front of dirty flames, and I need some time to adapt them. ”

Corpse witches buried their heads deep in their bodies, and the green flames in their orbits sparkled with cunning light, although it placed dry arms on their chests to express absolute obedience ——

Madara has a rigorous hierarchy that frightens anyone who tries to cross it from the depths of their soul, especially the sorrows of dead wizards who are naturally good at manipulating and playing with the soul.

The Dead Wizard apprentice gently struck his dark black silk robe with his pale and long fingers, and he stood on the hill overlooking the village beneath - the Bucchi bell ringing in the darkness - and human society was in deep fear.

But the nightmare only opened a head, and not far away the Skull Army was hiding in the dark in a row, and a reserve was hidden in the woods on one side, and he ordered them to fire arrows and soon let go of the wave.

The next wave will use a rocket arrow.

Dark blue flame, cold soul fire.

The fire of the bear in the dark can spook all creatures, and he wants to create a little panic so that the Skull soldiers can attack.

“How much time?” The voices of future spiritual wizards are a little shady and sharp.

“This,” the corpse witch reckoned with her head down: "Eight minutes, no, five minutes at most. ”

“I don't have that time, but I can leave you with a squad. Eleven skeleton soldiers. Enough, Kabuka? ”

“Plenty, my lord. ”

The future spirit wizard smiled coldly: "Be careful not to let the rat escape through the back door. ”

“Rest assured, I have already arranged the back door as the master instructed. ”

“Well, I hope I get good news when I triumph, Kabuka," Dead Wizard Apprentice pointed forward, meaning looking deeply at his ministry's next glance: "Now I'm going to accept the subjugation of this village and taste the eternal death of mankind in fear. But Martha is here, and I hope my decision to launch the attack in advance does not cause any trouble to Sir Installon.”

“As you wish, my lord.” The corpse witch lowered her head deeply.

……

The house has become thick and smoky, and the flames lick out from time to time from under the smoke, and the rising flame not only blocks the invasion of the dead, but also blocks the sight of mankind.

The temperatures of the festival climbed so hot that they couldn't open their eyes and their throats and noses were stinging for a while that Sophie was still cold in her heart.

What's he gonna do?

“What's the matter? ”

“Give me the hammer.” The young man finally reached back. He listened on his side, and besides the flame peeling and burning, he heard a unique sound echoing between the mountains - the bells.

Butch's alarm bell.

Martha up there, hoping the guards in the village were smart enough, and Sophie prayed in silence. As for the militias, he did not expect them to survive the night, as they were just young, bloodthirsty people.

These are the seeds of Eruin's future.

He immediately felt that he was thinking a little too much, maybe he couldn't even get past the next level, right?

“Are there enemies out there?” The businesswoman blinked her eyes and handed over the hammer.

“Hard to say, but be prepared.” Sophie tried to think good, but the better he thought, the worse he got, the more he had to prepare. He is a senior warrior, not by luck, but by caution.

“Brando. ”

“Hmm?” He stopped to open the door.

“You seem a little different today. ”

Dressed up?

Sophie's got a tight heart. That's not true. According to theory, his personality resembles that of Brando, and he inherited the latter's memories. How could he be seen so quickly?

“How...?” He asked nervously.

“Well, I can't say, it's just a feeling.” The future merchant lady thought about it and said seriously, "You'll protect me, won't you, Brando? ”

“Is there a problem? ”

“No, thank you. ”

“You don't have to give me a good card, Miss Roman--”

“Eh?”

Sophie smiled and didn't answer, but the tension in her heart dissipated a lot. He took a deep breath, tightened his body, gently pulled the latch and placed his hand on the cold door handle.

Gonna drive.

What kind of fate is waiting for him out there, a whole new world? Or a sudden death? Jesus Christ, you're not gonna play with me like that, are you?

But it is an absurd taboo to assume Lord Momartha's meaning without permission.

“Miss Roman, I'll count to three and you'll come out with me. ”

“Okay.”

“Three…”

“Mmm.”

“Ouch. ”

“Sorry, I'm so nervous, I should do the math...”

“It's okay, Brando...” Roman couldn't help but cover his little face and just hit the young man on his solid back, making her blush and jump straight into his heart.

She wasn't that shy before.

But Sophie didn't have the heart to feel the mind of the young girl, and making such a dragon embarrassed him. He remembered that he should be calm, but only a few small bone skeletons.

He bit his teeth, opened the door, didn't wait for the soot to dissipate, and a shiny sword had stabbed in.

There was an ambush.

Sophie's heart had never been so serene, as if 31 years of a warrior in the game were now united with the life of the world, and the black rose crest of Bromando's fury on the iron plate was so striking in his eyes - Madara's sword drew a brilliant straight line.

Stiff, Sophie knows the weakness of each other...

He also understood that his strength could not be fought hard, and he pressed Roman's side against him immediately to avoid it - a line short, with the cold sword only slicing his collar.

Then Sophie hammered forward, and the smoke separated, revealing a skeleton's chest, clicked and crisp, and the three ribs broke backwards.

The bone skeleton couldn't help but slip back, and the young man took the opportunity to rush out of the flames.

He immediately looked around the battlefield, four skeleton soldiers —— he couldn't help but breathe a breath of cold air, and if there were only one or two bone skeletons, he might have the heart to scold his mother, but there was only one cold in his heart at the moment.

Looks like God knows his integrity.

He had only one thought left: the other person really looked up to him and must have treated him as a reprimand.

That's true, Sophie thinks she's behaving more than the average human scourge. Because in a small place like this, scolding is just an ordinary hunter.

However, it doesn't look like a good thing to be too prominent...

He felt Roman holding his hand tightly behind him, the girl's subconscious movements revealing the tension in her heart, and he wanted to say something to comfort her, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it.

Raise your head, the dark forest in the distance is just below the hillside, but how do you get across this distance in the middle? He didn't put wings in it.

The mountain breeze blows and the wet forehead is cold.

Four Skull soldiers have been surrounded.

What are we gonna do, close our eyes and die? Sophie can only consciously protect the merchant lady behind herself. I can't help but think of myself as the warrior of more than one hundred and thirty levels. Dealing with these bone skeletons is one thing...

But there's nothing in the world if.

Reality is really hateful...

Wait, rank? The young man suddenly realized what he seemed to have overlooked, and his mind had to pass a chestnut, yes, the ring behind the wind! He killed a corpse witch and two skeletons with a backwind ring, plus Brando's bone skeleton before he died. Six o'clock experience!

In the game, swordsmen move from level one to level two with only five points of experience, not to mention the militia?

The only hope is not to be too different from the game here - Six Point Experience, Lord Almighty Martha - as long as there is a whole new level, he will have a chance to escape.

Sophie understands that she doesn't have much time, that four bone skeletons are approaching, and that he may only have one breath, four seconds, to live or die.

He cast a piece of haunted green data on his retina at the fastest speed imaginable ——

XP: 6 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militia Level 1, 0/3)

Oh, thank God!

He understands what he needs, although investing his experience in a profession such as a militia is a clear waste, but he cannot afford to do so at this moment.

Waste is better than turning into a cold corpse, isn't it?

“Militia, 6 o'clock experience, come on, let me upgrade!” He was mindful that the four bone skeletons had raised the sword in his hand, and he felt the merchant lady behind him holding herself tightly.

“Brando, they're coming! ”

However, the data quickly changed.

XP: 0 (Civilian Level 1: —, Militia Level 2, 6/10)

A warm stream flowing through Sophie's limbs, he understood that he could then get 0.1 energy level strength corrections and 0.1 energy level physical corrections from the militia profession, but none of that mattered ——

Knowing that swordsmen can get 0.2 energy level fixes in strength and constitution from level 1 to 2, not to mention an extra boost in acumen and perception, militia is like a piece of waste wood compared.

But none of that matters.

Importantly, Sophie knows that when a character is promoted from Level 1 to Level 2, he will get the only chance of choosing three talented skills in his life.

Yeah, it's the first time.

That's the fairest one.

It will also be here to bring him a new life.

He waited anxiously for 10,000 years a second, but at last the crest symbolizing his personal gift glistened on his attribute panel--

“Talented skills, indomitable.” Sophie's eyes seemed to light a fiery flame and four long swords filled his body. He raised the masonry hammer symbolically, avoiding important parts of his head, heart, belly, etc.

Phew, phew, phew.

There are at least three swords inserted into a young man's body at the same time, and he only has one sensation-- that's real fucking pain!

But Sophie knew that she would not be unconscious due to blood loss for at least five minutes, and would never die due to any physical blow for half an hour.

Now he only has one chance to get Roman out of here and find the life meds for the rest of the time.

He doesn't know if there's anything like that in the world, but he can only believe there is.

Because he had no choice.

“Brando!” Roman was scared and his voice changed.

“Hold on to me, Roman. ”

“I…”

“Hold on to me!” Young people don't have time to explain, they can't stand the outburst of anger for a while. Brando, covered in blood, is like a real hero at this moment, leaving a girl stunned.

“I know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Brando. ”

Sophie took a deep breath, and he didn't know how many times he'd done it, but he did need to calm down first. Although inhalation made him feel the same severe pain as tearing the wound, he understood that pain was only a hallucination for him at this moment...

Three skeletons pulled out their swords and they stayed for a while. Because in their eyes, this human being gradually loses the heat of life, and an additional force spreads from his body.

Soul Power.

Unyielding talent introverts in the discovery of the fire of the soul, with the exorcism of the dead spirit.

So the dead thought that Sophie was one of them at this moment, but here's a misunderstanding. Because Sophie didn't think so, he bit his teeth with a big hammer and shot all four bone skeletons out.

This is not because of the sudden increase in the power of young people, but simply because it was completely unexpected.

Sophie grabbed Roman's hand and took the opportunity to rush out.

“Miss Roman.” He ran and said hard.

“In, in. ”

“Listen...” Sophie gasped, "Dead and hard skills don't overpower people, he's already feeling a little blurred around the scenery.

All that's left is the whistling wind surrounding your ears as you run.

“Hmm?”

“If I'm in a coma, you take me to Butch, watch out for Madara... to the temple in town, to find... life potion, you understand? ”

“I, I understand, Brando... you're not going to die, are you? ”

“I don't know, cough... let's see Lord Martha's arrangement...”

Sophie doesn't know if Miss Merchant really understands, but he only has the strength to say so much, and the rest is just like he says -- let it be.

He couldn't help turning back, blurred, and the hillside was in flames. He sighed, somewhat wearily closing his eyes —— are you really the homeboy who's obsessed with the game?

Perhaps life in the past is really far away from me at this moment.

I can't believe I've had such a brave and decisive day, and I might even feel comfortable dying like this.

“Because I'm no longer a piece of shit...”

……

I'll see what I can do today.

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