The Amber Sword

The decision to split the three tracks was quickly adopted, and the rest was the question of departure.

Madden himself led the guard force in a surprise siege attack on Madala's Undead Army at the appointed time, while Bresson took the opportunity to lead the remaining villagers of Butch, who survived, north across Dagger River Beach, while Brando and Roman crossed Mount Wiesel Road to Riedenburg to send a message.

The time is three hours--

When the dissolution was announced, most of the young members of the guard turned around silently to leave, leaving little more than the clanking of equipment as they walked.

When the campfire burns, it peels, and the fire shines in a messy shadow, swaying on a beach full of fallen leaves and gravel. In addition to the attacks at dawn, individuals have a lot to prepare for, and the nights are long - the last hours are more like the ordeal for everyone.

Freya's going to gather the rest of the third squad, and Brando's going to have to pack a backpack and fill the remaining bottle of holy water number five. An extra bottle has been used for Joseph, saving the young man's kindness and gratitude for his exchange for the Butch villagers - although he said so when he said it, but he couldn't do it to watch a man die.

He feels that being part of the modern world is affecting him all the time, the resistance to this war-torn world. Brando thought about it and let it go, and that's how his quest for good things prompted him to change the world.

He stuffed two days' worth of food into his backpack, mainly wind-dried meat strips and a moisture-free cake made of flour, salt and plant stalks. The world productivity level in the Amber Sword is still relatively high, and in the true Middle Ages you will not see this abundance of supplies.

In fact, those who truly understand the world know that it is not a less civilized world, but its development seems to be on a different path from that of the planet.

But when we took out the long neck bottle with the fifth holy water, our host beamed. He found a piece of paper stuck to the bottom of the bottle. It looked like it was sticking, and he took it off easily.

That thing is about a bit bigger than a poker card, with palms as wide as they are, a magic array pattern on the back, a knight kneeling on the ground in the style of an oil painting on the front, wearing armor and holding up a sword with his hands high.

On the top left of the card is a number ‘II’ in an ancient language, with six yellow crystals painted in the center of the bottom. Brando knows those six crystals above -- they're called ‘Elemental Properties’ in the game, and six yellow crystals means Earth Properties 6.

But what is this?

Brando was knowledgeable, and there was very little in the game that he didn't know about, but this thing in his hand made him a problem. He thought about it and remembered that it might have been accidentally brought out in Gijende's grave, but it didn't give him any clue.

In the game, he can retrieve a whole mess of messy knowledge, but here Brando himself has a local knowledge, a basic knowledge, a knowledge of a military organization. What do you want him to retrieve?

He couldn't help but put up his cards and ask the merchant lady who was turning the needle thread out of her bag and was focusing on making up for the worn thread at the edge of her dress: "Do you know this thing, Little Roman? ”

“No, don't call me that!” Roman's little eyebrows are all up: “Huh? What's this, Tarot? ”

“I know Tarot cards. ”

“I don't know. ”

Brando, look at that card. It's what I'm trying to say. Suddenly his eyes squinted slightly, and he saw Bryson and several young members of the guard force walking through the shadows of the woodland not far away.

What do these guys want? He suddenly remembered this guy's anomaly when he talked to Martin, and he was suspicious of the sinus, and he couldn't help but put the card away and stood up to catch up.

“Roman, you wait here for me. ”

“Well, Brando. ”

Although the members of the guard force are excellent young people, and their personal strength and common people are far superior, unfortunately the vigilance is not very good, and a group of people walked all the way to find no one who followed them far behind.

You know, Brando was a small teammate back then, and a few people, but when it comes to confronting the Grand Duke, it often takes covert action techniques. So while he didn't say that he was a master in this area, he was also an old master, and it was easy to fool these young people who had no anti-traceability experience.

Brando didn't even realize that he had used the techniques of the past between his hands and his feet.

This scene is nothing in the eyes of others, and it becomes incredible when it falls into the eyes of Zeta, who guards the tree. He recognized at first sight the young man named Brando, who their captain had told them himself was nothing but an inept man who could afford nothing but swordsmanship.

But swordsmanship among the militias is no big deal to them, first like Freya and Essen, who can play ten of them at will, only to be ashamed of their hands - and now that they have joined the guard force, they naturally have their own pride.

Like Bresson, no matter how crowded Brando is, he won't ask me to fight you to teach you a lesson, because it seems to them that this is a surrender.

But now Zeta sees nothing like it. He remembers having a mountain army scout teach them some field experience while studying the scouting course. It's a quasi-knight who received a red medal, but it's just as skillful as the young man at hand.

Brando is like a shadow in the dark, and every time he moves, he moves in the direction of the fire in the valley not far away. If it weren't for one time he would have been between the light source and Zeta, I'm afraid Zeta thought he never had a chance to find each other.

Is Lieutenant Bryson wrong to know each other? Actually, he's a Regular Regiment scout? Or Madara's traitor?

Zeta suddenly feels nervous. What does he have to do? First of all, never speak up, or the Lieutenant's plan will fail - it's less than 30 meters from the camp, and if you make a little noise, you can attract others.

He couldn't help but take a breath and Ryans, not far from another tree, made a gesture indicating that he was watching Brando's direction. And Ryans had some weird things at first. Why does this guy keep pointing at nobody? Is he drunk? But he immediately saw Brando in that direction, and his face had to change.

I'll go. Is this a chameleon?

“What do we do?” he asked immediately.

“I go first, you cover me from the right.” Zeta responded with a gesture.

“Are you sure?”

“Well, the swordsmanship of the other side is very good, with no midsection. ”

Unseated midsection is a Swordsman's term, which is roughly equivalent to the optimal level of Guard cadets. Above it is a white-class swordsman, equivalent to about 5-20 of the players. Fearing that they still had the power to hide, Zeta floated Bryson's estimation up.

Ryans nodded and expressed understanding.

……

And Brando is also in shock, more than 20 people, more than a dozen horses, Mr. Brayson. But knowing that it was impossible and unnecessary, he talked to the person in front of him for a while, listening to him whisper, and he was trying to get closer, but suddenly instinctively felt a sign of danger.

It's too quiet. I haven't heard a bug since.

Brando had a lot of experience, and although most of the reconnaissance and searching in his team was done by the nightingales in his team, he remembered that one of the oldest nightingales he had ever worked with - a girl named Shadow - who unfortunately stopped playing.

But having fought so many wars, he has developed an instinctive acumen, and even the slightest wind and grass blow will alert him.

Just as he predicted Roscoe's detection at Butch's old house that day.

Brando immediately felt a hand trying to circumvent his neck from behind, a consistent method of reprimand - Brando leaning backwards, holding one hand against the other's elbow, and holding one hand against the other's wrist. He slipped down, raised his hands, and then suddenly pushed forward - a black figure flew out and ran into the tree in front of him and snorted.

The power of the two is similar, but he needs to take a slight advantage. And when he saw the man fall on the ground, instead of immediately defending himself, he turned and jumped at him, and he knew immediately that there was another man.

With a glimmer of silver, Brando's Spike is out of sheath. He leaned aside and the sword in his hand had been placed on the neck of the man who rushed up behind him.

The unseen sword reflected the faces of two people.

Stunning Ryans and Zeta, they thought that Brando's swordsmanship might be a little better than their deputy captain mentioned, but it must be limited. They've seen Brayson's swordsmanship, one of the best of the full members of the Guard, but not one enemy or two in swordsmanship alone.

They can't help but feel in their dreams and look at the sword in their hands - what is this?

……

“Captain Madden is a veteran of the November war, and we all know that. He has served his life once for the kingdom and proved his loyalty. Listen to me, gentlemen, we have an old saying, don't we? If Lord Martha lets a man survive, then you must cherish this fortune--”

“We can't let a veteran who has been discharged from the battlefield of honor for nine lives risk his life again, so that's why I'm doing this. Let me lead you to fight for Butch. It's not that I want to deprive anyone of their glory, it's that I can't escape...”

“Well said, Lieutenant. ”

“We support you. ”

“Captain Madden will understand you. ”

Brayson smiled and Martin ordered him to lead the villagers to Dagger River Beach, where he had decided to refuse. But he knew the old man's temper and would never be opposed by him, so he decided to make a bet.

He also understood that Madden was trying to preserve him, and that the old captain had said more than once that he might one day stand out and become the beacon of the country's future. But Brayson also understands that Eloin doesn't need cowardice.

He couldn't help but think of Brando. The inexperienced man offered to cross the Xavier Trail, and he couldn't help wondering if the other party was just looking for an excuse to escape, because it didn't seem impossible.

But it was at this time that the quiet forest whispered and turned everyone back.

They saw Brando coming out behind the bush with his sword pointing at Zeta and Ryans, and the atmosphere was silent, and then everyone had a ghostly look on their faces.

“Zeta? ”

“Ryans, are you guys here? ”

“Ha ha, a mistake.” Zeta was embarrassed.

Brando, on the other hand, looked at the vice captain of the guard who was cheerful on a weekday. At this moment, as usual, the other party was black. How could it not be dark? He could only scream here and the other party's plan would fail.

But Brando didn't expect this guy to be so bold that he wanted to lead these people on behalf of Madden himself, willing to follow his young men and attack Madala.

What kind of spirit is that?

Brando found it a little ridiculous, but inevitably there were some surprises and admiration. Is it good for young people simply and bloodthirsty, or is it good for ideal pursuit? But he saw a sense of responsibility in Bryson's gloomy face.

A sense of responsibility for this Deputy Commander of the Guard.

“What do you want?” Bresson asked softly, of course he wanted to use a stronger tone, but unfortunately he didn't want the other party to break his plan.

Though it seems almost inevitable.

Brando, put down your sword--

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(PS. Dizzy, wake up in the morning and see the eighth run, happy. Then I went home happy, came back for dinner, fell back 10, threw up blood..... and today's collection only rose a little, sad T_T

Guys, come on. Ask for all kinds of support to take Amber's grades to the next level.

Besides, did I offend you, Mr. Vertical, three times a spit post?)