The Amber Sword

The vast earth is sleeping in darkness, silent and silent, as if to mourn for the souls that have passed away on this land. The stars drowned, and the meteors crossed the purple-red half-sky sky, flashing away as if they were symbols of the names that had sparkled in the long rivers of history.

Bresson stood silently in the cold night breeze, one after the other ordered through his mouth, the guards swept through the ruins of Qingcun village, destroying the remaining enemies, all the dead spirit to purify, everything.

The young guard captain felt that it was the only way to make himself feel better.

He looked at the time, he had half an hour.

Zeto looked at the scene from afar, shaking the glass bottle in his hand and touching the young man next to him: "You, Essen, right? ”

Essen flickered slightly.

“My name is Zeto. Want some?” He raises a flat bottle: “A pure lake liquor, I found with Ryans in a wine cellar. Unfortunately, I don't know if I can drink it after this war...”

He stopped for a while.

“You know, I used to have an ideal, and I wanted to be the best scourge. ”

“But I regret it now. ”

Ethan thinks this guy is weird, but he has a little interest in why they regret it. A man never regrets it for no reason at all?

“Why?” he asked.

“My biggest goal before was to discover the enemy, because discovering the enemy was my value. But what I want most now is to hide the villagers. Hide, at least they won't get killed, but you know, there's nothing I can do. I can't do...”

“It's not your fault. ”

“I'm a soldier.” Zeto sipped: “When I saw that girl crying, I couldn't help but die on that battlefield like Covento. But I'm alive, and I can't escape. ”

The young man was silent, and somehow he subconsciously remembered Brando, and he had the illusion that the young man who had led them out of their predicament time and time again could lead them out of the shadows this time as well.

Perhaps the hunch is true, and all the difficulties will be solved--

I hope so.

He wants to.

……

Brando and Freya sat together.

To be honest, Brando doesn't feel comfortable. He thinks it might work better if someone else were here, but that damn Brayson smelled like a face and left, and Ethan wouldn't come all the way over here -- hey, isn't that your captain?

Luckily, Freya quickly adjusted her emotions, but she kept staring in one direction and staring into the bright eyes filled with loneliness at this moment.

Brando recognized the loneliness, and he had seen the same look in the body of the goddess known as the Goddess of Martial Arts - a tranquil sorrow, as if it could never be opened.

But all of a sudden he felt a little sorry for himself, and he preferred the simple, soft, and insistent Freya, who could be angry for something small.

But how is he supposed to talk? He hesitated for half a day, but when he reached the mouth, he seemed pale and powerless. He prepared several lines, none of which were suitable.

While he was having a headache, the girl first asked:

“Mr. Brando.” She called.

“Hmm?”

“Why did you say there was a war? ”

Ah, he hasn't really thought about it. In the game, there is a war between the Grand Duchy over the distribution of interests, fame and even mere decency, and between States, over interests, sovereignty and territory, the war is constantly spreading on the earth.

Previously, he might have answered, because creatures like humans, always dominated by desire, always aspire to conquest and plunder, and therefore always conquer one another.

But having experienced everything today, especially Freya's weak cry, is forever imprinted in his heart and indelible. He suddenly discovered that the answer was ridiculous, because no one could transcend his own people, humans - weak and strong.

“There will always be war, and we have no choice but to accept it. ”

“We are born in a very bad time, and we cannot choose our time. But we can try to change it," Brando replied, saying that his heart suddenly opened up because of what he said: "Perhaps nothing can change, but at least we fought together with many people to achieve it - memories that are already precious. ”

He remembered the days in the game when he fought for Eru, many friends, many like-minded partners, many vows, although eventually the song ended, but at least his countless memories - never regretted the loss.

It belongs to Eruin.

The soul wraps around his dreams, making him unforgettable for a long time.

The girl was silent on one side.

“Freya. ”

“Hmm?”

“You must love them very much. ”

“Well,” replied the girl, "since my father died, Aunt Hill has been taking care of me, and they are proud of me. ”

“But why not, I love them more than all. ”

“I'm just wondering why God chose you.” Brando said.

“Hmm?”

“Freya, if one day you were to become the patron saint of this land, did you ever think about it? ”

“How is it possible, Mr. Brando, that you are laughing secretly at me--” The girl is a little angry, but the voice goes down: “I want to be the captain, but I have so much power, that much power. I just want to take responsibility, too far away, I can't do it. ”

No, you not only did it, you did it well. Freya, you're going to be Eluin's last hero and the one that people miss most.

Humble, serious, strong, good-hearted, God gave you your ordinary gift, yet gave you the best quality and unique experience.

Brando flipped over the statue of the sandalwood in his hand, staring at the distance, sighed: "Freya, I don't know where you're going to go, but I want you to remember something. ”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, you will be accompanied by many people. You will never be alone. ”

Freya suddenly had a sour eye, and she thought of Roman, of Little Finnish, of Ethan and Markme, of all the people in the third division of the militia.

And, of course, Aunt Hill.

She wiped the corner of her eyes and looked up at the sky - the night was split in half by a red curtain, Qingcun was burning, and in the darkness the flames of the bear seemed to herald a greater havoc.

“Thank you.” she replied softly, "Shameless Brando. ”

Our protagonist choked.

But he turned around and Freya's eyes were bright as if they were stars in the night sky. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that his existence was worth something, at least that history was different, wasn't it?

……

Bryson quickly got what he wanted —— food, medicine. Although the surface of Qingcun has been almost completely destroyed, it is not difficult to find these things - the dead don't need food or medicine, they are just piling them up so casually.

Besides, they still have Brando.

Although the towns of Butch, Webin and Qingcun are all within the jurisdiction of the Butch Guard, it is worth mentioning that young people who are locally familiar with these Guard Units are no better than Brando.

With memories of the past, Brando easily found the secret cellars of two village gentry estates, with supplies in addition to food and medicine, raw iron, copper and even gold and silver. But they can't carry the excess stuff. They can only seal the cellar intact. Maybe they can keep it for later.

Of course, entering the vault empty-handed is not Brando's custom, especially as a player. The owners of these estates died in this war, and they had no heirs, and Brando knew that these estates were later torched by Madara's dead spirits - the hidden cellars that later became the most enthusiastic things for the players, who could make a fortune if they found one.

That's why he's so familiar with these cellar locations —— players are always unprofitable creatures.

But he can't carry big things, but the magic equipment can't let go. In the eyes of surprise, he cracked open a few shades - mostly gold and silver jewellery - but our hero didn't give a shit about them. In games these are wealth, but in battlefields they are worthless, apart from being burdensome.

The young lieutenant guard looked at him with a dark face: when did this guy learn the Night Burglar routine, but he wouldn't let himself down with his character?

Brando then shouted and moved a set of women's half-arms out of it. This vintage armor set has a bright surface with intricate brass plating, and black gold meets patterns to indicate it is a work of art in the year of glorious return.

But people have yet to look away from this beautiful armor, and Brando screams and screams and pulls an armed suit out of it. Then he waved to Freya: "Freya, come here. ”

“Hmm?” Our future lady Wushu Goddess flashed.

“Try this armor. ”

“Wait,” Brayson scoffed unconsciously: “Brando, you don't want Freya to wear that ornament, do you? Not all armor is used in battle, you know? ”

Brando ignored him at all, and he had to put on his suit for Freya. But the girl blushed and put a ponytail to take over the armed dress: “Me, I'll do it myself. ”

He was stunned. He had not been so polite in the game before. He and the female knights and warrior companions also helped each other, but forgot that it was a reality here.

“What do you think?” Bresson couldn't help but ask when he saw Freya running all over the timber heap alone.

“What?”

“It's a piece of art. It's too heavy. You don't want Freya to wear it to fight, do you? Besides, did your militia learn how to fight with armor? ”

“Too heavy?” This is the first time Brando has heard of it. He couldn't help but look back at this young deputy guard captain and wonder if his brain was in the water.

He didn't explain much either, waved Freya over and helped her put on the suit. And he said, "How do you feel? ”

“It's a bit heavy and not very flexible. ”

The young people behind Bryson made a laugh, an obvious ornament —— can it not be heavy? Most of these laughs are, of course, good intentions, but they are also malicious and ironic.

Brando ignored them and said to them, "S 'taz. ”

The word is ancient, meaning wind.

For a moment, her torso was covered in a green light, and she floated away from Freya, tightly covering her entire body. The girl whispered slightly and shouted in surprise: "This...? ”

Brando turns around: “Someone described it as too heavy in the back of the wind, which injects wind elements. I'm sure the elf craftsman who designed this suit won't meditate even if he dies? ”

Bryson's face was as heavy as water, and the young knights behind him were silent.