The Amber Sword

“Mr. Seiber, look at that.” The mercenary leader next to him took down the brass tube mirror and glanced at the spire, then quickly handed it to the noble lord around him.

Lord Jinguo sat steadily on horses - horses of good descent, Eruin Anlekma, used by Eruin's cavalry to fight horses, and although later changed to bipedal Feilong, the nobles continued to show their identity on horseback - and he took a glance at the mirror and gave it to his companion, the fat businessman Bernley.

Lord Jinguo is not too nervous. Even if Count Dwayne died on their soil, it would only discredit them, a place where nobility, on the contrary, pays less attention to these and is more realistic. His Majesty the King is accountable, and naturally the old bastard Luc Besson is holding it against him. Nor can he blame them on the gentlemen of these places.

To be honest, he had no choice but to see what happened to Count Dwayne; however, he was afraid to be too obvious and only deliberately estimated that the situation had led to an attack on the castle after he had assembled his own private forces.

But one thing, man, he's got to be. He has an advantage only if he gets the man. If he is caught by the White Beard Army, he will be covered with the charges of amending the accounts of the military documents.

Burnley smiled and took a glance at the mirror and said, "Someone's at the top of the tower. ”

“Makaroo, you go get me the archer. Strength must be at least white and superior. Don't come if you are not indulgent. Your opponent is a Black Iron Swordsman.” Lord Jinguo pointed up and turned back to the previous mercenary leader.

“No problem, my lord, just watch. Whether he's a Black Iron Swordsman or a Highland Knight, I'll make sure he turns into a hedge.” The mercenary leader answered a promise and turned his horse and left.

The aristocratic militants split in two rows behind them, holding a torch and letting the captain run all the way. Not far away, the knights raced around the beach, dancing in flames and messing around.

Lord Jinguo frowned: "What a crude guy. ”

“Did they show up there and say that Count Dwayne had --” Bernley grinned and made a slap on his neck.

“Hmm, the second ancestor of the Luisburman family. With one mouth to please the emperor, he thought he was the chief minister beside His Majesty and did not see the whole world in his eyes. A man like him was arrogant when he was spoiled, and he was annoyed at the future. So it's normal to die on the streets.” Lord Goldfruit hummed from his nose.

“This wonderful man is a famous musician and appreciative master of the court, which is why His Majesty values him.” Bernley deliberately and unintentionally pointed out what was missing from his peers' language.

“It's just a trick. ”

Between the two of us, a ride to the newspaper. He saw the knight running to them in his panting battlefield, reporting: "Lord, the White Horsemen are here. ”

“Oh, how many have come?” Lord Jinguo asked.

“Twenty more, like a pioneer. ”

“Block them outside.” He whipped his finger and commanded.

“Yes...”

The knight had just left and another horseman had gone astray with him, reporting: "Lord, the archer is in position. ”

Lord Jinguo nodded: "That's enough, let Granson step up his offensive into the city. I suspected they had the ability to fly, and now it looks like they can't fly without 10, but this time I told them to plug their wings. ”

“That's a highland knight. What are you gonna do about it?” Bernley asked while he was at it.

“It was a tricky thing to do, but since he killed that idiot blatantly, let alone descended from the Highland Knight, he was an active member of the White Knight, and nobody could protect him. ”

Lord Jinguo raised his head and saw a black shadow fall on the top of the spire, then flew two men towards them. He immediately strained his horse and looked back, and saw his archers opening their long bows, and under the command of a sharp whistle, all arrows burst out ——

* * * * * * * * *

“Wow, Lord! They have archers!” Charles strained his left hand on the stone statue ghost's paw, screaming loudly as he was frightened.

“Bullshit, don't say it. I saw it too!” Brando didn't have the guts to answer. He chopped a feather arrow in half with a backhand sword, and the force coming from his hand hidden numbness - his heart was heavy, the other side had at least a first-degree shooter of black iron - said that they were both hooked up by stone ghosts with claws, and the feather arrows below flew and hit the wings of stone ghosts. Although they hadn't hung up for a while, Brando thought he was too busy flying any closer.

“Fly down.” He silently commanded.

“Fly down?” Charles opened his eyes and thought his lord must be crazy. Don't you have to be shot like a hedgehog to fly like this?

“We can't fly, we can't turn back, they're all around us. Instead of this, there might be a chance of a special death.” Brando took a flat breath, staring closely at the black pressure crowd below, he said.

“Lord, you are a very gambling man. ”

“Believing in one's abilities is called bravery, putting one's destiny in luck. It's called recklessness, recklessness and courage. The key is how to grasp it. This is one of my motto in the game, so remember it.” Brando turned to his obedience.

“Game?”

“Didn't I tell you that life is like a game, game is like life?” Brando suddenly smiled, his chest wide open, feeling clearer than ever before.

The stone ghost flew a little lower, and the whistling wind surrounded the ears of both of them, who could almost see the noble militia with the bow below. However, the bowstring moved and another wave of arrow rain flew in. Brando bites his teeth and blocks them, but the side is still rubbed by an arrow, carrying a bloody blossom.

The stone ghost made a turn in the air to attract most of the firepower. As the most famous of the level 20 + monster defenses, even Brando's wind ring can't be deactivated yet, and these furry rain-like bows and arrows naturally can't defeat it.

It's just a pity that its manoeuvrability in the air is also normal, otherwise Brando can order it to cover two people with special flying skills. Brando thought about pulling a ruby out of his arms, or did he get it from the nobleman's body: “Did you get your magic back? ”

“Of course.”

“Come on, give me a bow. ”

“Bow?” Charles picked up the ruby and stunned: “Lord, at this time, my personal advice is that shields are better than bows. ”

“Attack is the best defense, Charles.” Brando replied.

“Look at me--” the young magician nodded and raised the stone. “Projection capability, force conversion, bow construction -" Centered on brilliant rubies, an intangible line of traction emerges, which quickly interweaves a net of light, with a curved surface, forming a long bow made up of lines.

The long bow has no entity and consists of only one road connection, full of mysticism. And the bow arms and strings are filled with hectic law textures and ancient symbols, representing the power beneath this law. Because the tectonics themselves are a kind of law magic, a subdivision of gemstone magic. To exchange the energy in the gem to materialize the line of law in this world - the only law that materializes this bow is the ability to project.

So it doesn't need arrows, it can shoot as well.

Seeing Brando take the bow, Charles warns: "My will energy is enough for it to open the bow four times. ”

“Try it. ”

The third wave of arrow rain arrived on time...

* * * * * * * * *

“What kind of monster is that?” Lord Goldberry pointed to Brando's huge grey creature behind his wing and asked. Burnley's eyes flashed around him, but he didn't answer.

“It's a stone statue ghost, my lord, the creation of a Bucharian craftsman, a puppet of war. ”

Instead, a mercenary answered respectfully next door.

“Is that the Stone Ghost?” Lord Goldberry's face has changed. He couldn't help breathing a breath of cold air and had long heard that the highland wizard of Karasu was a legacy of the Buga wizard, and it seemed that the rumors were indeed credible. He can't help but think of a few things in his mind that offend the Highland Knight.

“Sir Seiber, we have no choice.” Bernley's eyes moved and pushed the lane.

Seeing Lord Jinguo suddenly look back at him, he surprised the businessman and found himself acting a little overwhelmed. The fat man smiled and shook his head: "But the Buga wizard is not very good at offending...”

Lord Jinguo raised his head again and was a little disturbed.

* * * * * * * * *

Brando hit the arrows with his sword and threw the sword from the guard at will. He raised his bow and was searching for the commander of the other archer, but soon a man appeared in his curtain.

The mercenary leader, Makaroo, stood in the line of archers, who at first had little faith that the other party was so daring to dive towards the position. But he quickly recognized the monster —— the Stone Ghost, and the experience of a long battle immediately gave him a little prediction of danger.

He immediately yelled at one of the deputies: "Close enough, let the archers shoot another wave! ”

The aristocratic militants understood the meaning of the phrase, shooting freely after a wave of fire. Then the cavalry on both sides will be ready to seal off the site.

The militants opened their bows...

Brando also took a breath and the bow trembled slightly in his hand. While the bow of the law does not require skill, it is difficult for him to maintain balance on the highland's undulating paws. He aimed for about a few seconds, easily unbuttoned the bow string, and a white light came out of his hand —— that white light hit the crowd about five meters behind Makaroo, splashing a piece of rubble.

“Oh.” Charles sighed.

Instead of panicking, Brando seemed more serene. He opened the bow again, and the arrow went through two men and hit the archer behind Makaroo, blowing the latter straight out.

He opened the bow again, and Makaroo had retreated in panic, thinking that it was a witch attacking him - any ordinary man who faced a witch would be unconsciously frightened.

This arrow knocked the other deputy over his horse, and Brando had been more precise.

“The last arrow, Lord! They're gonna fight back! ”

Brando saw Makaroo go into the crowd and frowned. He hesitated, turning his head and shooting an arrow into the archers' crowd, which blew three or four people through a dense crowd, and the archers on both sides gave way in fright.

As soon as the center retreated, the formation of the extruded militia suddenly broke down.

This gave Brando time, and he realized his judgment was correct, so he immediately ordered the Stone Statue to go up and over these people's heads. But just when he thought there was no danger, a cord shot out of the crowd and hit exactly one wing of the Stone Ghost.

Brando was terrified, looking back —— the mercenary leader, Makaroo.

At this time, the Stone Ghost was flying very close to the ground, and this tear actually dragged the two men down from the sky together with this war puppet.

The stone ghost dragged a rope and cut a half arc in the sky, then slammed to the beach not far away. Makaroo shouted excitedly. He let go of the rope and shouted at the private soldiers around him, grinding blood all over his hands. "Go! Get 'em! ”

The situation on the scene seems to have reversed immediately.

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