The Amber Sword

The night was a time of urgency for both sides.

Tagus was waiting for the offensive plan to unfold a little while Brando was worried that he could not grasp the time; Maddala's army and Bucchi's eleven young men were at the same time in silent darkness, and fate was alienated from each other.

But the sun rises day after day. The first ray of light seemed to have just passed the tip of the hair, but the morning had passed, and half the day had gone unharmed, without even encountering the most common brown bear in the area.

But after the summer, wild brown bears also became mild animals.

Time is noon.

Brando couldn't help but squint his eyes when he heard a 'wow’ coming from the front. The sun shoots down from the new green leaves, revealing a beautiful crushed golden color between the gaps. He raised his head from the simple stretcher with his voice, like a mirror, a glittering reflection in his eyes.

It's the lake.

Like a turquoise gem embedded beneath Chongshan and the forest, the ripples sand a pool of sparkle.

“Look, it's a lake--!” Little Finnish shouted with surprise.

Freya immediately awarded him a chestnut, beating a teenager's eye.

This is not a good time to travel, and now each of them should be cautious, because no one can say if they will meet Madara's army nearby. Although it was a safe night, Brando said it was because there was no strategic value in the area.

Girls do not know what the strategic value is.

The young man from Prague always seemed to know more than everyone else, and although she was a little unwilling, she had to admit it.

I wonder if every young man in town is that good?

Under latent migration acquiescence, Freya's cognition completes the transition from one extreme to the other. She couldn't help but get a little jealous, and if she was also from the militia training camp in Pragues, she would have learned better than that shameless guy.

It's so unfair.

But only God knows that there is no such so-called 'Prague militia training camp' at all. Sophie, no, it should be Brando. His militia training was completed in Drag. Of course, he would never break the trick at this time, and he needed to maintain some prestige to convince these young people that a team without a leader would never get out of trouble.

Freya might be able to do it in the future, but not now.

To think about it, Brando had to look at each other. The young girl with the long ponytail was thinking about the environment four times, and she hesitated for a while, and finally the sword grip relaxed a little and took a breath.

“Rest in place.” The order was issued only after Freya had confirmed that there was no danger.

The crowd relieved themselves.

“I'm dying! ”

“I bet when I get to Riedenberg I don't give a shit and go back to sleep. ”

“Let's talk about it when we can. ”

“Ethan, shut your crow mouth--!” There was an instant sound of conversation between young people at the edge of the woods, and while the sound was deliberately maintained, the words filled with a quick smell.

Everyone is too tired.

The overnight period is not too long, but it is not meant to be a form of torture for tight nerves. It is difficult for ordinary people to imagine the pressure at the juncture of life and death - a walker traveling through the mountain forests through bleak starlight, surrounded by a darkness that leaves nothing but a staggered nightsong of insects vibrating their wings and a distant nightingale thundering through the forests.

In the darkness, the sound of silence seemed to pass through the bushes, and the silence surrounded by others, like a silent ghost grabbing everyone's heart, the cold breath could not bear to make people nervous.

Behind the dense branches is always an unknown. Have you heard of the monster described in the bedside story?

At sunrise, the cold dew slowly dissipates, and young people, as if they had been caught out of the water, have pale faces and wet hair on their foreheads. Even though Brando was no exception, he used to sleep in his own comfortable bed, away from all the controversy - not on a stretcher, listening to all the strange, weird sounds around him.

Especially in the unknown darkness, from time to time the grass leaves with full hips cut across your face, you don't know what bugs climb around your neck, creepy.

Martha was a little freaked out to think that he was going to have more than a week to live, and now he remembers his past life, even if it's a little harsh, but he has to go back to a peaceful life.

Resident men always take their vows, but enthusiasm comes and goes fast. But when we saw the tired and worried look on Freya's face, our hero's heart settled down.

Because being trusted...

He suddenly realized he had to abandon Sophie and try to accept a new life. He couldn't help touching his chest, and that's how he realized —— it wasn't Brando who died, it was Sophie.

It was not that he had accepted the world, but that it had embraced him.

Brando's stretcher is placed by the lake and you can see the colorful pebbles not far away. He first checked the status of the next side of Joseph, who miraculously survived, but was not in an optimistic state.

“How's he doing?” On one side, Makmi couldn't help but ask.

“Hard to say.” Sophie, no, now it should be called Brando. He shook his head.

Markmi silenced and stared at the far lake. This lake is called Crystal Lake, and when they come here, it means that they are close enough to Green Village, but only about Brando, of all those present, is in the right direction. Young people look in one direction, with a few faint grey smoke marks in the forest gap sky in that direction.

Looks like Kabbas has attacked that village and its fate is no different than that of Butch. Madara's army attacked quickly, as he remembered in the game.

In fact, Brando remembered the lake, and he looked up at the other shore of the lake, far above a green, watery color. In that direction, beneath the lush, dark mountains, the familiar shadow of the past can no longer be seen.

He remembered that he had been practicing around here for a long time, brown bears and foxes. Brando couldn't help laughing when he remembered the days when he made money selling leather in the game.

He retracted his hand on Joseph's forehead and said to Mark, "Do me a favor. ”

“What?”

“Help me remove the bandages. ”

Brando had to change the bandages, but before that, he had to let Roman split the sausage he had taken out of his own home, so that everyone could taste the Goran-Elson flavored black sausage.

Speaking of which, he couldn't help but laugh, none of these young men thought of preparing some food before escaping Butch. Even Freya, who looked so calm, didn't think about it.

So that's all they have left of their food reserves.

“Let's talk about what you saw the day you left Butch and learn more about the enemy… Hiss, Markme, be gentle.” His eyebrows moved and he took a straight breath.

Freya couldn't help but sigh when she saw the scene: "I'll do it, you get out of the way, Mark. ”

The young man was stunned and the young girl with the long ponytail had come to him.

“So much for the food. Is that okay?” She buried her head and carefully removed the bandages for Brando. But hesitated for a moment and asked quietly.

“What's the problem? ”

This guy knows exactly what I'm talking about!

Freya couldn't bear to bite her teeth off, but Brando found it funny that even this kind girl wouldn't dare make a small move in her hand.

“You know what I'm talking about. We're not going to Lidenburg, are we?” Freya's voice was even lower, almost unheard.

Brando couldn't help but look at the girl more, and of course he always found that light brown long ponytail to match each other's temperament. He thought about it and said, "Your aunt and uncle should be on the team, right? ”

Freya lowered her head and stopped to remove the bandage.

“I'm sorry,” Brando sighed: "I'll try as much as I can if I get the chance. But I can't guarantee anything, so much responsibility that I can't afford. ”

“Thanks.”

A tiny answer.

“Sister Freya, Brother Brando, what are you whimpering about?” Little Finnish and his untimely voice rang, and he sat beneath a wool, curiously measuring the two. If Big Sister Freya is the one he's always worshipped, then Brando is the new idol of the teenager.

His words succeeded in drawing everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes turned to one another.

Freya's face was so red that she realized that she was too close to the guy, she hurried back and explained: “No, nothing, just, just discussing...” Unfortunately, this simple girl didn't understand that she didn't have a good explanation at all, but this explanation became clear to everyone.

Especially her red-hot face. When has the captain ever been so shy?

Roman rubbed his sleepy eyes and sat up from the ground, as if she'd just figured out what was going on. Though Freya was afraid of her misunderstanding and gave her a hard look, she didn't expect our businesswoman to smile carelessly as if she'd misplaced her mind: “It's okay, Freya. ”

“Roman, you--” The ponytail girl didn't say a word, but she held herself down and blushed.

She stared at Roman and almost tried to strangle the dead girl.

Brando noticed a worrying look in the crowd over here, the young man named Niberto. Is it possible that he's interested in Freya? But not without courage, he couldn't help shaking his head.

“Well,” he interposed, "I was discussing food distribution with your captain. ”

When Brando opens his mouth, as if he had a natural prestige, he lets everyone stop and turn their attention to him voluntarily.

But, Miss Roman, what does your bright, crystalline gaze mean? Does he say you're looking at a bunch of treasures? The young man shook his head and continued: "This food, even if it saved us some, is not enough to eat. Besides, we need to maintain our strength to deal with the enemies we may encounter. ”

“But..." Freya just said half a word and saw Brando shook her head.

“Qingcun is not far away, why don't we go there to find food. Dead spirits don't need to eat, and besides, those things are ours, and we naturally have the right to take them back.” He replied.

“Aomura? Haven't you been attacked by Madara?” Ike sat on the floor and asked. The wound to his leg was bandaged by Brando and has recovered almost as much today.

The healing effect provided by the bandage is a potential recovery value, which refers to the effect you slowly produce during its next effective (replacement) time. In the game, it takes six minutes to take effect, and in this world the recovery cycle is extended to one day. The wound will therefore heal slowly over a period of one day until the next change of bandage.

“Of course there are enemies, but we act in small units and do not necessarily conflict positively with them.” Brando replied that he had long conceived of an arrangement on the escape route and that there was bamboo in his chest at this moment.

“Little stock way, don't you mean infiltrate?” Little Finnish came to interest in a moment.

“Well, I picked a few people with me.” Brando nodded, and his eyes looked at everyone: "Ike and Vlad were hurt, Markmy and Niberto, you stayed to take care of them, Roman, you stayed to take care of Bertha, and as for the others, Essen and Freya, you two and I went. ”

“No!”

“No!” Freya opposed with Little Finnish.

“Me and Ethan can go, Brando. You have to stay.” The ponytail girl took a deep breath, does this guy know how badly he was hurt?

“I'm going too.” The hairy kid jumped first.

Brando looked at them both and sighed: "Okay, I'll answer your questions one by one.” He said as he bit the bandage in his mouth and tied it around his body for a few laps, tightening it.

A pale green +2 emerged from him.

He took a breath and felt his strength gradually return to his body. Although still weak, especially corrosion poison, still erodes his life from the bones, he can barely move alone.

He looked up and asked, "Miss Freya, what's the reason you asked me to stay? Injury or illness?”

“Just so you know.” Don't overdo the ponytail girl.

Brando smiled, not necessarily.

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(PS. Hissing hard to recommend clicking on favorites, I always feel that my grades have been deducted, I don't know if they are eye-catching...)