The Amber Sword

“Joson! ”

“How could you...”

Young militiamen look angrily at their companions. And the young man, who was held in the hands of a corpse witch, was more pale and shaky, and his shame and fear drowned him deeply.

But he doesn't want to die either, does he?

Freya felt her heart was about to stop and she unconsciously drew her sword. But the corpse witch immediately dismissed her thoughts, her eyes glowing green, one of the young man's arms immediately exploded like a balloon, the plasma splashed, he screamed, the whole man tumbled to the ground.

“Ooh, big sister, please help me--! ”

Joson's blood rolled over on the ground, screaming and screaming.

This horrible scene promptly turned several people back and threw up. The ponytail girl's face suddenly turned white, and she swayed for a moment, almost falling soft.

“Little human girl, you'd better not move lightly.” The corpse witch screamed warning her that her eyes swept through everyone present.

But it soon discovered that there were militias present, not to mention wormless.

The green light in the orbit of the corpse witch dimmed, somewhat disappointed. It was ordered to capture the whereabouts of the human scourge who had fled before, not to become obscured by these worms.

Freya's heart is blank, but she still struggles with a wave of dizziness to figure out how to get out of this situation. She remembers herself as the leader of this pedestrian, unable to casually show the weak side.

As for the girl next to Roman, she fainted in the first place, thanks to the merchant lady.

Sophie feels Roman holding onto his sleeve with one hand, which is a reliance and trust. Previously, he helped the head of the young girl's militia with a long ponytail in case she fell directly, but the latter was strong as he had expected.

But in any case, he knew that the other person needed some comfort at this time, otherwise he might have a psychological breakdown first.

It is difficult for a girl living in peacetime to accept such a ruthless scene in a war-torn country where most young people are aware of it.

“Freya.” Sophie said weakly and slightly.

The girl woke up slightly. She took a breath, which calmed her down a little with Sophie's help. Sophie saw her fingers on the handle of the sword soften a lot and couldn't help but nod her head in admiration.

Such a performance is already remarkable, with very few ordinary people able to calm down on the brink of life and death. Though he did not know why he seemed not to be nervous at all - as if his mind had become as normal after he had passed through the test of life and death.

But anyway, at least that's a good thing.

He went on to ask in a slight voice, "Remember what I said earlier, to do the worst? ”

Freya stunned and nodded slightly behind her back.

“Do you have room to fight? ”

“Uh--”

A faint response.

Sophie just relaxed, and he rubbed a cold wind back ring with his thumb —— the feeling of responding told him it was only halfway done.

Three hours, that's too slow compared to 10 minutes of recharge in the game. Half the energy is enough, however, and while it is not possible to create a complete bomb, it is sufficient to create a strong wind.

Anyway, he's prepared for the worst, there's no chance of worse.

At the same time, the corpse witch finally confirmed that there was no other ambush here. He looked at the poor bastard who was crying at his feet and lifted up his arm, which was nothing but dead bones:

“Soldier, kill them all...”

The sharp, dry voice had just sounded, and immediately four skeleton soldiers with swords and heavy black chains appeared in the forest. They emerged from the mist and made a clicking sound from their bodies, approaching Freya one step at a time.

Perhaps earlier, Freya's crew had an idea to fight back against these icy monsters, but not now. Young people were confident before, but at this moment they were frightened by the cold blood of their enemies, and their remaining courage was crushed by the impending breath of death, unable to resist.

They can only step back pale to the end of the road, perhaps out of a biological self-preservation instinct to pull the sword out of their waist - but look at the way they shrink, no one can guarantee how much fighting power they really have left.

This is the only vibrating breath left in the forest.

Looking at these pale young men, the corpse witch couldn't help laughing from the chin of the leak.

The green light shines in its orbit, as if to enjoy the joy of this fear.

Indeed, human fears are their greatest enemies, weak, brief and easily exploited by useless feelings. By contrast, the dead are born to overcome all these flaws, each of which can be the best soldier, especially the inferior ones - not even thinking, but only complacent.

Even long-trained militias in humankind behave like helpless children on the battlefield, so weak creatures should not have existed in the world.

It can't stand the disgust from the bottom of its heart: Yes, Madara will win...

But this is when the corpse witch hears a redundant voice: "—— leave it to you.” This is the voice of a young man, calm, steady and confident.

The corpse witch felt a slight jump in the fire of her soul, which was an ominous sign, and she immediately turned back vigilantly.

In its hollow vision is a shiny ring.

What's noteworthy about that ring worn on the index finger of that badly wounded militia that never paid serious attention to that guy -- a half-dead human being?

Pretending to be seriously injured can fool others, but certainly not the dead. These cold-blooded monsters climbing out of their graves can look directly at the fire of life as they look at a living spirit, and Sophie's faint, bleak fire of life can never be disguised.

That's a seriously injured patient.

It does look that way.

But the real threat comes from the ring on the other hand, which is a magic ring. The green fire in the eyes of the dead witch dimmed a little, and it could almost smell a deadly breath of air converging.

It recognises this smell, and one of its masters has exposed it to some counterfeit objects while teaching it black magic, and the smell that escapes from it shows that it is at least a 20-energy magic ring of equal order.

How does an official wizard's object appear in the hands of an ordinary man?

The corpse witch could not help but reveal a divine colour that was both horrified and greedy.

“Soldier of the dead, go get me that thing ——" he raised his bone cane and screamed.

“Oss-”

But Sophie raised her right hand and tried her best to spit out the byte —— or more like squeezing out the air from her lungs. When young people fall back, they can't help but sweat.

The space swelled a little and then shrunk sharply...

When the contraction erupts again, the raging air currents emit a tsunami sufficient to penetrate the human eardrum.

The wind stabbed the corpse witch and its skeleton soldiers like a straight arrow, even as they lifted dry arms to try to protect themselves, but the turbulence formed an air vortex through their empty ribs, pulling them one side at a time.

No damage, but the restraint effect is already obvious enough.

“Freya!” Sophie shouted.

Girls should shout out their swords, a crisp metal tremor, long ponytails dancing with the wind--

But what surprised Sophie was that the less qualified militia captain was not impulsive, but turned back immediately to scold the others: "Markmy, Essen! What are you waiting for, Butch's militias? Team 3, follow me! ”

Inspiring courage can sometimes be like a signal, often with one word and one hint at a time of life and death, that endless power can erupt.

But one condition is to calm down.

A person's calm can affect more people, like right now. At Freya's reminder, the young militias were slight, but eventually reacted - it was the best chance and the only chance to live.

The sudden breeze caused Skull soldiers to retreat from the Corpse Witch Festival for a moment.

This discovery allowed the young men to regain their courage, and in the sheath of a sword, the tactical literacy they trained during the week seemed to return to their bodies at this moment.

“McMee, cover me. ”

“Damn monsters, now it's your turn...”

“Kill the Dark Wizard first...! ”

“That's a dead witch. ”

“Little Finnish, you come behind me. ”

They started trying to fight back.

But Sophie looked at the chaotic scene with some apprehension, afraid that these guys would have an impulse to break the situation, so she couldn't help but live in the back and steadily warned: "Remember, calm down, gentlemen! The only way to fight is to calm down...! ”

In the Sword of Amber, he has seen many novices, just like these young men.

Hot blood is a good thing, but you can't go out of your mind.

He was compelled to recite the militia's operational order, which everyone present had carried, but not many could recall those boring and valuable experiences in wartime.

I have to say, Brando is a different kind.

Sophie's memories of the last battle of the young man, as a recruit, couldn't have been better. Even as a senior fighter, he had to say that Brando was indeed an exceptionally gifted young man in swordsmanship - the only thing that unfortunately happened to him at the wrong time.

And the other side, reminded by Sophie, the boys did calm down. But that's not enough, and Sophie knows these guys need a little bit of an edge to be confident, otherwise the morale builds up in the short run can easily collapse.

The wind became weaker.

Skeleton soldiers swayed their loud chains ready to fight back, trying to find balance, but Sophie's voice over there had instructed Butch's militias to change tactics:

“Listen, these low-ranking soldiers in Madara lack intelligence, move slowly and turn around as their greatest weakness. Try to move left in the direction they hold the sword, there is a blind area where you can safely attack...”

“McMurray, you're going left and right with Ethan. Do you know how to cover it? Yeah, to draw attention to that bone skeleton, that's it. ”

Sophie lay half on a rock, staring at the situation on the battlefield, pointing out what each other should do next. There seems to be a particular kind of magic in his language that is compelling - what we call a force of self-confidence, a steady, calm, unconscious reliance.

Butch's militias soon tasted sweet. First, Ike broke the tibia of a skeleton soldier at the expense of a sword in his thigh at his reminder, and then his partner, Little Finnish, caught up with a sword and pierced the skull bone of that skeleton.

As the sword penetrated his skull, the cold monster broke apart and the soul fire in his orbit flashed slightly, quickly fading away.

A little golden light flew out of the broken bones of the scaffold and not far into Sophie's chest.

Sophie shrugged, unlike the last time, and this time he clearly felt the anomaly —— the experience -- and he suddenly realized it. But before he could verify that, he heard the young militia that had defeated the enemy screaming with excitement.

“God, I did it!” Ike hardly believed it. He held down his bleeding wound and shouted, “Brando, how do you know all this? ”

Sophie smiled. All of these lessons he has learned together with his partners in the game, even the most insignificant of which is a profound lesson, because none of them is a valuable cognition that has been hammered out in hundreds of battles and deaths.

It's like Brando learned something similar in militia training, but it's too shallow and shallow for Sophie. Assuming that knowledge increases his combat power by 10% when faced with Skull soldiers, he should increase his own by half or more.

From 375 to the second century, years of fighting with Madara gave Sophie the upper hand over each other to the lowest ranked skeleton soldiers, to the highest ranks of witches, bone dragons, and even vampire lords.

If you know this dark country alone, I'm afraid not many people in Eruin can compare to him right now, after all, Madara's relationship with the bright world did not rise to so much tension before the first Black Rose War.

And friction and conflict are not so frequent--

Of course, these experiences are one of Sophie's most proud in the world. Depending on his familiarity with the world, he was confident that he would continue to walk, step by step, back to that height.

But now we have to finish the work at hand. The previous wind did not know if it had attracted any other attention. In the interests of security, it must be resolved quickly.

Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the corpse witch.

This is a tricky enemy.

(PS. Some friends don't quite understand what the book is going to score and what the terms are.

I'm here to explain. The list to be punched in this book is the weekly list of potential new books, the selection criteria for the new book list: the second or more published works after becoming the starting author, with a total number of words less than 200,000 words, and the updated works within 30 days of joining the starting library, every three days.

The potential value calculation formula for new recruits and new booklists is: Click * 5 + Recommend the Week * 10 + Total Favorites 2.

Then click to calculate only member clicks, must be logged in member clicks to calculate, 6 hours only once.

Today's book rose to number 22, hoping to move forward a little more tomorrow. In the end, keep making a wish, and we'll have three chapters in the first 12.)