The Amber Sword

Pine Castle's brass alarm bell hangs above a high spire, and when it is rang, the bell travels through most of the city. The bell sounds like an invisible ripple, and it spreads, passing through a streetscape of midnight sleep, like it's been injected with some kind of vitality, waking up one by one.

People took to the streets, wondering and asking each other what had happened.

Rückbesson was waiting for news in the eastern barracks of Riedenberg, but when a clear alarm bell came out of the stone hole window, he looked overhead towards the inner city of Lampeisan and his face changed. Without waiting for the outside subpoena to push the door in and report, the leader of the Swordsman opened the door and shouted out:

“Didn't you hear that? Get up! Get up and assemble! Tell the 2nd and 3rd squadrons outside to follow me to Pine Castle, that idiot Seiber! ”

Everyone is face-to-face.

“Captain, over the gate?” Someone stood up and asked.

“Are you an idiot? Apart from the highland knight, who else could attack the pine fort, the idiot Seiber, he had to hide the news and let himself taste the bitter fruit,” he exclaimed, slowing his tone slightly: "If anything goes wrong with the man in the castle, wait and face the anger of His Majesty's dragon, maybe someone wants him dead, but I don't want to carry this black pot —— as for the rest, just keep an eye on the target! ”

Everyone starts to move together.

Luc Besson just breathed out, but when he thought of the other knight and his magician, he couldn't help but feel a little tricky. Highland knights have historically been self-contained, and even during the strongest days of the Korkova dynasty, the royal family had no choice but to take these short guardians, especially him?

He could not bear to greet in his heart the female relatives of Lord Seiber of Kingo.

* * * * * * * * *

Freya followed the young girl in a long, deep alley, and when she heard the bell, she stunned and turned back unconsciously, looking up at the distressed look on the side.

“What's the matter?” The young girl called Sue asked.

“I'm sorry, nothing. ”

“We're going to war.” Sue suddenly said.

Freya looked back at her in confusion.

“The nobles have imposed a restraining order, which will only happen in time of war. Though nobody says it, it's clear to me. It used to be like this every time.” Sue said quietly in front.

“You mean they know they're going to fight? ”

“Who are they, noble lord? They know, of course, that they have their own channels for gathering information. Generally, they knew when the city's bars started spreading the word. ”

Freya didn't answer, she just squeezed her fist. She lowered her head and only a slight calm rage flashed through her bright eyes.

“But why hasn't the city reacted? ”

“We can't see the reaction, but the nobles will be prepared. With Riedenberg so strong, people in the city don't have to worry too much, but today the price of bread and wheat has risen by 10%, which is a change that they don't normally notice. ”

“What about the fall of Lidenburg? ”

“How could it be. ”

Freya had to recall Brando's eloquent attitude, and she shook her head and threw it out of her head. “But I have a friend who says Leidenberg will be broken. ”

“Then he must be a liar.” Sue replied calmly in the front.

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Charles rang the alarm bell and came to the top of the barracks. He glanced at the edge of the fence outside the moat, where people gathered on the streets, a black-pressed spot, and it seemed that the nobles' private soldiers had arrived first.

But that's not what he was worried about. He retracted his gaze and ran to the other side, visualized the distance from the other end of the castle, then found a viable route and lit the witch candle in his hand. He remembered what Brando taught him to use, and he said, "Et 'ham--”

The first byte is to activate a part of the power that connects the abyss of darkness, which is controlled by the twin goddess Elaine. Witches would normally use this power as a medium if they weren't psychic -- and Charles raises the candle in his hand to make it almost fifteen feet away.

He picked a tree, and the whole person was pulled forward as if instantly into the passage of light. And it wasn't until he returned from his trance that he realized he was already on the canopy.

“Wonderful, indeed, to be the witch of Bunoson.” Charles looked up, this time picking another tree across the street.

After seven or eight such repetitions, the candle in Charles' hand burned only a short slice, but he was enough to reach the stone hole window on the other side. He raises the candle and puts it on the window hole, and then the whole person follows a stream of light into the aisle, and the next time he recovers, the person is already in the dark.

He shook his head and threw away the sense of dizziness that had been conveyed, and he could already hear the noise of a struggle coming from ahead.

It seems to be a little late, but it doesn't matter, Lord Lord will reserve a little time anyway. Charles was so comforting to himself that he didn't know that at this time Brando was eager to poke a sword at him.

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Back a few minutes ago...

When Brando pushed through that thick oak door, he didn't see the Count shivering in the corner as expected. Instead, the room was well lit and the sheep fat candles were large enough to make the brightness neither too pungent nor too dark; while the latter sat on the couch in full spare time, without even the tiniest creases on his black fleece dress, he looked up flat with Brando, with the Pokémon sword in front of him - the Spike of Light.

When Brando saw the scene, he couldn't help but notice that the minister next to His Majesty still had some courage. Of course, it also alerted him to the bullying of the other side, indicating that there must be some reliance.

“Didn't think it was you, lad, I thought you were another assassin from Fort Gerbes. But of course, you could be the killer hired by those guys, but can you tell me the answer?” The middle-aged man was slightly surprised to see him, but asked as usual.

Fort Gerbes? Isn't this guy a king? Brando was confused, but shook his head: "I'm afraid not, but if you cooperate well, I'm not really interested in killing you. ”

“Really, you're not interested in killing me? That's a real thank you, but unfortunately -- I'm very interested in killing you.” As the middle-aged man spoke, a crossbow suddenly appeared on his hand; Brando realized it was poisonous as soon as he saw the edge of the crossbow flashing with a dark blue light.

However, he had long prevented him from doing so. He knew the tricks of the nobility very well. Once the other party started, he waved his sword 'ding’ and blocked the arrow. It's just not long before he has time to relax and suddenly there's a wind behind him, and Brando's experience of being born and dying in countless battles makes him unconsciously return to the sword behind him ——

With a loud bang, Brando almost flew out and hit the side of the cabinet. After a bang of noise, he bit his teeth and climbed out of a piece of wood.

Black Iron Swordsman, still sneaking around. Is there any fucking magic?

Brando couldn't help but be scared for a while. I was lucky that my opponent used to be a player. Otherwise, this attack wouldn't be over right away? Of course he remembers the old opponents in the game - the players don't have, and don't need, so-called masterful dignity, they are simply synonymous with oligarchy and shameful, and some are even obscene for obscenity, which is what real rogues call martial arts, which nobody can stop.

So Brando had gotten used to it, and it had become an instinct for him to guard against sneak attacks. In other words, has anyone ever seen a player who doesn't like to sneak up on you? But even so, the top swordsman of the Black Iron still makes him difficult. That is a strong man with a power of at least 15 and above, and he does not have the slightest chance of winning even if he turns on the power outbreak.

And the middle-aged man on the other side and his companions were surprised. They thought that the necessary blow had fallen short. Although Brando seemed lame, in fact, everyone knew that for the Black Iron Swordsman, the damage was nothing.

The middle-aged man frowned and immediately said sarcastically: "I don't see that this worm-like civilian has two more moves to make, but that doesn't change the ending. ”

He stood up with Pokémon Sword on the short hand and smiled coldly: "You can also see the strength of my guard, you are not his opponent. But also, how a little character like you deserves to own such a treasure, I might give you a piece of advice, or you can chop off your own dirty hand that touched the sword, and I'll let you live. Of course, your two companions, I'm going to make a deal. I want them to be my slaves. I promise they'll be a little better, at least let them live like dogs. Ha-ha-ha.”

He said, smiling furiously on his face.

After listening, Brando couldn't help but suck in a cold breath and his face sank, even though he knew that he was intentionally provoking himself. But he couldn't help but get angry, and he came into the world, and the first people he came into contact with were Roman and Freya, and everyone in the militia team, who had a precious sense of authenticity relative to the world.

Just like the grandfather he had seen in his dreams, it became his greatest spiritual support in the world. For that matter, how could he tolerate this guy speaking out here?

His fingers holding the sword were slightly white.

The middle-aged man stared at Brando's face in the dark, but his hands made a gesture behind his back with his own companion. Both of them in the house had some surprises, and in general, skilled swordsmen rarely lost their minds because of foreign objects - but they didn't expect him to hit the other side's inverse scale if he tried.

“Ulysses, push him!” The middle-aged man ordered with gestures.

The tall swordsman approached Brando's side immediately, his swordsmanship was excellent and there was virtually nothing to catch on the offensive route. And Brando only saw the middle-aged man at this moment, leaning forward, in the most radical offensive posture in military swordsmanship.

Ulysses couldn't help but smile, and the hairy boy is the hairy boy who dares to be so agitated in front of his opponent.

He couldn't bear to hold the sword in his hand and wait for a chance to kill, and he had almost seen Brando reveal flanking emptiness.

“Ulysses!” The middle-aged man suddenly shouted, and Ulysses subconsciously thought it was a signal to let himself attack. Yeah, right now, he's caught a void Brando can't defend.

His sword could not be retrieved...

But the smile on the tall man's face was only half visible, and Brando's silver and grey ring on his right index finger was reflected in his curtain--

“Oss!”

There was a loud noise and there was no chance of retreat. The sharp thrust of the striped airflow propelled forward, and the tall swordsman's face, chest and stomach hit the front showed a strange depression, and then his entire person was rushed to the ceiling by huge wind pressure - a blast, and the ceiling made a big hole upward. The light dimmed for a moment, the mud sand and stone chips went down, accompanied by some sticky liquid and limb debris...

The middle-aged man on the other side hardly responded to this transformation, and a cold sword rested on his neck from one side.

“Tell me, how do you want to die?” Brando slowly stepped out of the smoke and asked coldly.

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