The Amber Sword

Brando watched the aristocrats gather to argue with each other, and the aristocratic militias shouted and panicked. The nobles are leaving the city to the east. As for their subjects in Lidenburg, what are they? Nobody mentioned it.

Nobody cares about the political struggle at this time, and the point of their argument is what to do with each other's property, some advocate for the preservation of their lives, some advocate for how much they can carry - or even die rather than give up their property, as if Madara would see him given a way of life in his honor as a nobleman. These people made a scene, blaming each other, boring Brando, and he bowed his head and wiped his sword - that sword brought him 220 points of experience and was his richest income besides killing the Golden Tree BOSS.

Looks like it's an intermediate corpse witch, and luckily for him, the corpse witch probably never thought he'd pick it. In contrast, corpse witches are less powerful in similar creatures, and more than 30 intermediate level corpse witches can't move if they are grabbed by stone statues, giving Brando a chance to pick them up.

Intermediate Corpse Witches are more than that.

Brando split the corpse witch's forehead with a sword in front of everyone and removed a piece of bone from it. Then one sword cuts off the other person's right hand four fingers, and then pulls the other person's jaw apart, carefully prying one tooth under the other into the pocket. His horrific behavior sees the scene quietly, and those people look at Brando as if they were looking at a demon - a corpse witch, but at least a person, and Brando's actions are pure as if the most sophisticated hunters were dealing with their prey.

But Brando himself didn't think it was wrong, because he was dealing with prey. Intermediate corpse wizards are not the same as those with lower levels of cannon ash, and their soul flame tuberculosis has a chance to quench into an inlaid gem, and the right hand quadriphalanges of the wand are all wizard's application materials that teeth can be used to make paralysis poison.

So, it's important to say that it's a treasure all over you.

Charles was aware of some of the circumstances, so he ran away from the militia and remained on Brando's side. Those aristocratic militiamen worked for the money, which was long gone, and naturally nobody cared about him. It's just that the young wizard can't help but think of the scene where Brando tried the sword next to Count Dorne's body from the thought of what happened before, which makes it clear that the Lord has a deep sense of every move, and he can't help but admire it.

He looked at Brando and thought that the wise highland wizard mentors in Carrassou were just as steady.

On one side, Luc Besson calmed down after a brief loss of consciousness, and he rode the reins on his horse's back, instead of rushing to escape like everyone else, he watched the young man with interest. In his view, Brando was steady, changeable and decisive. At this age, he was even more powerful, and a decade before he was born would surely achieve remarkable results.

But now Eluin, even as a king, cannot bear to shake his head. He looked up at the heavy night and couldn't help but wonder what would happen to the country.

It's a little quiet between a few people at a time--

But only the genius knew that Brando was making a run for it right now. He looked at Charles standing by and couldn't help but look back and say, "White riders and black warriors, do you think that's a good idea?” Charles was stunned by this endless question, and for a moment he didn't know where to cut in and answer.

Brando shook his head and watched the noisy nobles finally retreat east with their militia, leaving their comrades' bodies so messed up on the beach that no one cared.

“Goebbels likened the nobles of Karasou to bandits in his poems, and I don't think Goran-Elson's is far off.” Charles whispered.

“This country is dying.” Brando doesn't care if Luc Besson is on the sidelines, sarcastic. But he can't compare to a bunch of dying people, these guys out east, and they hit the most powerful of Tagus' men, Lord Tamara, the famous Dragon Wreck, and Brando used to say, "How are these people going to die all the time?" And now it's hard to understand their stupid decision.

“You're not running?” Luc Besson asked on his horse's back as if he had not heard him.

Brando hasn't spoken yet, and all of a sudden there is a roaring wind in the sky, and everyone subconsciously looks up and sees two giant skeletal dragons, one before and one after the other, swooping away from their heads.

Everyone present at that moment was frightened to a stiffness —— that feeling was truly indescribable —— the horrible and elegant dead spirits crossed the sky, the purple flames burning between the grey and black skeletons, burning across from the ribs, the huge wings, each stroke of heavy wind, they flew over the heads of the people, the purple flames dragged a long tail, the wind pressure numbing everyone's scalp, as if to hear a scream from the bottom of their hearts that penetrated their hearts.

The scream itself resembles a long nightmare that breeds a sense of corruption and despair from the hearts of men, as if white bones had grown out of a dark, sunken land and decaying tendons filled with white maggots. The withered land overlooks and the sky is gloomy, and you stand alone in the middle of this dusty plain.

Brando was almost a spirit to recover from this state of mind, and he had to cry out loud, which was the fear halo of the dragon, which had such a huge impact on those present simply by flying past it. He couldn't help but look around and see the horses on the beach fleeing, either kneeling softly on their limbs.

Then he saw Luc Besson, who couldn't help but notice that he was awake too: "Come with us, young man. As you can see, the power of the individual is minimal at this level of power. ”

Brando looked at him and shook his head. He can't trust this guy right now, and Luc Besson has been dead in history, and he doesn't want to touch that mold. It took so long to get this far, and as soon as he escaped from this dead city, his plan was halfway there.

Next, he can safely beat the weird escalation and wait for Eruin to make his way to the end.

Brando's eyes just started to see his good days, so how did he get into the pit again? He thought about it and decided to tell the truth so that the other person would know: “I'm going to break through from the north because my friend is waiting for me there. If General Lucbetson doesn't mind, he can come with me. ”

Luc Besson stared at him and hesitated for a while, but eventually shook his head. The blue flames of the north, northwest and west indicate that the army of the dead is invading from that direction, and while he appreciates the young man, he does not yet compensate himself.

But Brando didn't tell him that at this time, apart from the east, several other directions were pretty much the same. But the north is closer, and time is the advantage, time is life.

He patted Charles on the shoulder and replied, "In that case, we'll leave first. Hopefully we'll see each other again, if there's a reason. ”

Although historically Rückbesson is not much different from the average aristocrat, he is at least a capable man. And he was one of those people who rarely thought of the concept of the country in that era, and Brando subconsciously didn't mind his survival.

He just looked at each other and didn't say a word. He was afraid that he would say a short word to remind the other party that it might not be a problem for a while, but ‘tiger’ Lucbeson was not a young girl like Freya and Roman who had never seen the world before, and if he found out the doubts might indicate what would happen.

While astrologers are respected these days, the shrine is tied to a pyrotechnic shelf, and Brando cannot risk his own life unnecessarily.

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Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, June 2 ——

In the past, peace was turned into ash in the burning fire of the bear this night. Where the army of the dead passed, countless lives were lost, countless wives were separated, and families were destroyed.

When people find that prayer does not save them, and the only aristocracy they can rely on runs away from them, long-lasting scars arise, and this distrust gradually begins to spread from theatre to rear.

But Brando knew it was only the first step towards the end.

The news of the fall of Riedenberg did not reach the van Meer Fortress until six days later, at a time when Tagus' flanking armies were endangering Ancze, and the entire Van Meer-Riedenberg line seemed instantly unstoppable, with only one lonely fortress left to be painstakingly supported.

On the eleventh day, news of the discovery of the Army of the Dead reached Corcova in the direction of Vieiro, and the following day, Obergu VII secretly met with the Madarami envoy.

On the 13th, the Alliance of Free Businessmen of Ambessel declared war.

On the 14th, Special Envoy Madara officially met.

On the 20th, the front-line fighting stopped slightly, followed by the formation of a mission by the two sides, which began a lengthy period of negotiations.

The war, however, continued at a slow pace as negotiations proceeded, and the battles on the front lines seemed to be struggling in the mud during the first month. The response of the Maddala Army, which fought and ignited the flames, often caused them enormous losses.

But the royal family is happy with such losses.

The process of negotiations was further delayed. On 5 July, Madara's army entered Jean de Neil and for the first time encountered the mercenaries of Ambesseur. The historic Battle of Fort Frankenberg opened with the fame of Installon in World War I, during which the black knights under his command tore apart the flanks of the mercenaries of Antilles one after another under the cover of artillery and eventually laid the scene.

Since then, Madara's army has gone on to sing and even reached the capital of Jean de Ner at the farthest possible distance. In a series of battles, Installon, Tagus, Willand, August, Greta, a young name will shine with stars, and only Brando will know what those names mean in future history.

But history is still moving forward, and on 16 July, Obergu VII met again with Madara's emissary. Three days later, negotiations ended and the first Black Rose War ended.

However, the war usually started and the lightning generally ended, and nothing seemed to have happened and nothing seemed to have happened. The only consequence of the war, apart from Eruin's repeated and unexpected collapse, seems to be nothing worth mentioning.

Only after that, for a decade, did Butch no longer belong to those who loved the land.

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(PS: I'm so excited to see the black wire, I forgot the time, = =, tragedy, when the big picture of the black wire came out, should I give you a celebration?)