The Amber Sword

After a large number of refugees finally escaped from the northern gate of Riedenburg, congested crowds spread along the valley plains north of the Pine River, more like dense and numb colonies under the moonlight.

The blurry ups and downs ahead are the southernmost end of Deer Hill, known as a small hill of silver sparrows, filled with beautiful Goran-Elson cedars, these tall tree species have the shape of towers, the edges of which plunge directly into the sky, and the woodland is an area where more than a dozen bears and coyotes come out, often accompanied by players in games to cope with the dangers of mountain outbursts.

Brando was convinced that their first step would be to enter the Silver Sparrow Mountains in order to mitigate the threat from the side of the Valley Plains. Maddala's army has expanded completely, drawing nutrients from the earth day after day, expanding like a sponge, and Brando fears he will see an infinite sea of skeletons on the plains.

Fortunately, fantasy didn't come true.

But in the fog of the night, a skeleton cavalry on the highlands would not bode well if it appeared. The skeleton skeleton riders are supposed to come from the heart of Madara, and making these skeletons is still a tough art of magic in this generation.

Instead of being as popular as future generations, history is bleeding and the art of killing on both sides is rapidly maturing.

Brando stares at those agile shadows and they appear in the fog, looking at them from afar. He then disappeared and later appeared closer, fearing that the refugees who followed him would be dispersed and that Freya would take the mercenaries to the flanks to protect those civilians, and soon he himself would follow.

Freya won hearts and minds because of the proposal to take horses from nobles, at least she proved willing to fight alongside the mercenaries - a trick that she couldn't have done before Brando taught her those things. Besides, the young girl with the long ponytail later performed very well, and she rushed into the market with arrows and arrows, landing clean and cutting the cable off the suspension bridge for others to pass.

From that moment on, she established herself among these mercenaries before letting Leto, Mano and others make up their minds to gamble.

In contrast, the young man whom the young girl had always admired seemed a little silent to everyone. The young man's carriage had been running alongside Freya's horse, and he was sitting on the side of the driver, holding his sword with one hand, a contemplative face - and Charles, dressed in a robe on the other side, was sleeping with his cheek on his back.

The carriage is missing a door, and from time to time a head pops up inside and looks out curious. Roman took care of a few children in the carriage, but she didn't feel the hardship at all, she just felt her heart pounding, fleeing on such a mysterious night under the chase of the dead - so exciting and exciting that this was the adventurous life she wanted.

Mercenary Mano had to put his mouth behind him and Brando, who could not ride, had marked his eyes with women and children. He stabbed his companion with his elbow, thinking that this noble young man was mostly a soldier on paper, and did not let Freya's simple girl be fooled by his sweet words.

He made a gesture to his buddy and asked him to take two horses and try the guy out. In total, they robbed more than 50 horses, half of them heavy and the other half the best of the best, with the exception of the dried food, the wounded and their own use.

His companion glanced at him and immediately saw the Divine Society. To be honest, they now have this feeling in their hearts, not to mention that Brando has asked Freya to order them to protect the refugees, who are not complaining. What are you doing with a bunch of burdens? Now that they all have horses, just run off and throw danger behind their heads.

Someone actually suggested that to Leto, but the bar owner sent them to see Freya. Mercenaries are creditworthy, and they can't go on in this line of fame - the idea of horse grabbing is Freyati's, and this young girl leads the way, and there's an agreement between them that they can't just leave.

But there is a precondition for that agreement.

The Skeleton Cavalry appeared about thirty seconds shorter this time than the last time, and then quietly disappeared into the fog. The huge second round of the moon lies amidst the mountains to the east, and the discs of the moon reflect the peaks of the pointy teeth - the moonlight peaks, the hazy fog on the eastern highlands and the darkening walls of Riedenberg that spread to one side form a mysterious scroll at different levels.

Brando glanced at the pocket watch and the edges of the pocket watch reflected a cold light.

“Why don't you talk?” He turned around and saw Freya riding on the horse, keeping her head down and looking restless. He wanted to compliment her this time. Freya had temporarily offered to find these people and the horses he had stolen to help him. He had not expected to encounter so many refugees and so many others were willing to follow him.

He looked backwards, and the number of refugees behind had risen dramatically from a few dozen at the beginning to two or three hundred, and the more people there were, the more people there would be.

Freya was afraid that she would make Brando unhappy, but she was embarrassed to say it. This psychological transformation is insignificant, as she was intent on surpassing Brando, but now she is intent on doing better in front of Brando.

“You don't blame me?” There's nothing unusual about hearing Brando's breath, and the future goddess of martial arts raised her head wide open. Her light brown eyes reflected the moonlight, so bright, and the color of surprise in her eyes was so obvious.

“I blame you for what you did. Good job. ”

“But I'm late. ”

“The plans are flexible enough not to exceed the threshold, and I'm a little late. ”

“Well, I...”

The two suddenly shut up because the mercenary had come up from behind. He paid a respectful gift to the young immediately - just like the civilians did to the noble lords. Then he raised the rope of the two horses in his hand and said, "My lord, get on the horse, it may be easier to fight later. ”

Brando looked at this guy, and the other guy knew what he was going to do, and he jumped off the wagon. Taking over the other party's reins, he looked up and asked: "What's the point of riding? ”

The mercenary immediately revealed a strong mockery in his eyes. The heart said that you wouldn't. If you had to pretend that your chest was made of bamboo, you think riding could be done overnight? In fact, in Warnde, very few nobles can ride, especially in the eyes of the soldiers in battle, which is a disgraceful thing.

But to make them look ugly in front of Freya, he pointed out, “You get on the horse from one side first, see the stirrups? For the first time, slow down a bit.” The hiring was deliberately very narrow, because he didn't believe that anybody could learn to ride a horse just by listening to a few words, so why don't they just hit one of the riders?

But he only opened his mouth, and Brando had already received tips on whether to spend 15 skill points to learn how to ride. His feet were still slippery when he placed them on the stables, but the next step was to roll the cage over the horse as if immersed in it for years.

Level 3 rides are ready for horseback battle with a total of 45 skill experiences. In fact, Brando had long wanted to learn how to ride, but he didn't know that Freya would, and now he can't help but miss that ‘probe' skill.

He turned around and saw the mercenary looking at himself with shame.

* * * * * * * * *

“Wait,” said the princess, interrupting the description of the beating on Feverwell: "Did you say he was a rookie before he got on the horse? ”

“Exactly, Your Highness. If the elder was right, he stepped on the stirrups in a very irregular way, just like many beginners.” Beating Feverwell replied respectfully.

“Is it possible for a person to learn a skill within a moment?” The teenage girl is somewhat incredible, she is smart enough to learn how to ride for almost half a month. It's just that as soon as she learns, she's as skilled as the best rider.

“Unless he is deliberately deceiving, that is the case.” Beating Verwell was incredible, but he didn't believe the young man could fool himself in the eye.

“He did it on purpose. This man is a master of mind tricks.” The princess muttered to herself.

Not necessarily. Beating Fewell replied in his heart, but did not raise it, but went on.

* * * * * * * * *

Charles on the other side also jumped out of the carriage and looked at the mercenary obliquely, taking the reins from the other hand, also floating on the horse. He is an obedient magician, riding is one of the mandatory classes, not to mention excellent, but also familiar.

Freya, look at the two of them, thinking that Brando is good at everything, just too much of a liar. The last time I asked her for first aid, she had a bit of a burn on her face when I thought about it.

The mercenary looked at the Lord's servant, and the first reaction was that he was fooled and couldn't help but be angry. At this time, Mano in the back also noticed that his own companion on this side had eaten and hurried to catch up with several people.

“Young man, when are we going to protect these people?” He was bare and asked about it as soon as he came up.

Brando turns the horse's head and catches up with Freya in front riding. And he looked at the refugees, and he said, "From here, across the Spikestone Valley, we take them to the other side, and we basically guarantee their safety. ”

“With so many people, we can't lose the pursuit of Madara's army.” Mano shook his head.

“You can't, I can. ”

Mano snapped in the back. “How did you do that?” He couldn't bear to ask.

Brando pulled out the Pokémon Sword, pointing distantly at the height of his horse: “The Skeleton Cavalry is a detective in Madara's army, and they come from several of Madara's most central territories. To disperse them, from here to Silver Sparrow Mountain, at the rate of the refugees, it takes more than half an hour, and I want to make sure that the flanks of the team are not threatened in the meantime--”

Mano stunned and didn't expect to speak up as an excuse for the other party to order him. He couldn't help but look at Freya, whose pact was Freya, not Brando.

“Brando?” Freya was willing to believe this young man, but she thought Brando's attitude was too aggressive.

Brando harvested his sword and sheathed, "So you're just trying to get out of here safely. Instead of taking these people out with me, it's not helpful to say more, you and Freya have a deal, right? Tell me —— persuade me, I can let you all take a horse with you. ”

As soon as Mano was serious, he realized that the ‘noble youth' was not simple, and that he had fully mastered the initiative of the conversation between the sentences. He was also the head of a mercenary who had dealt with nobles before, but had never encountered such a bright spot.

“We're mercenaries, and we'd be willing to work for you if you could afford it. But normally, of course, we have to think about ourselves first, which is nothing to be ashamed of.” The older mercenary naturally replied.

“Yes, but let me remind you that you think horses can escape safely. Madara has an air force. Have you seen ghosts and bone vultures? Do you know how to escape the sight of these wizards in heaven?” Brando puts his hand on the handle of the sword, and he doesn't believe these guys will know - the mercenaries who hang around the border, who haven't really dealt with Madara, don't understand the horrors of each other. How many skeleton zombies do you know about Madara? The Undead Wizard might as well have killed himself on the wall.

Rhetto and his own daughter Sue came after him on horseback, and he heard the young man's words and frowned: “So what can you do? ”

“Hard to say, no one is perfectly sure. But in the woods, my chances of winning are much higher, so I prioritize how to get rid of those skeleton cavalry, who are flanking the refugees at a much slower rate ——"

Mano and Retto were silent, and they instinctively felt that what the young man had said was true.

Brando suddenly loosened the reins and let the horses go around the highlands. He looked back at the mercenaries over here and pulled a ruby out of his arms: "You want a chance to survive, you better come with me, besides being lucky. My request is simple —— you follow my lead, protect Freya, and lead these refugees safely across the canyon. You are mercenaries, and this is what I promised you, complete my mandate, and there will be more...”

As soon as he pushed his hand, the ruby drew an arc and fell to Leto's feet.

Freya somehow pointed at herself and asked out loud: "Me? Brando, why me?” She looked at the refugees in the back, didn't she understand that they were clearly brought out by Brando? How did they become her leaders?

It's not that she doesn't want to. It's just so many people. Can she do it? Freya couldn't help but get a little upset. She was a small militia captain at first, but she would soon lead more than a dozen skilled mercenaries, which would turn into hundreds of people and possibly even thousands of leaders. It's all a little crazy to think about.

Brando smiled, he made his own arrangements and didn't answer. Instead, wave back to Mano and Retto and simply say:

“Go on, gather your men. I'm here to wait for you to come back to life —— at least you can choose how to die, whether you're being converted into a dead spirit by crashing into Madara's army, or you can take my money and protect the weak like a real mercenary and fight to kill a bloody path. ”

He turned around and the skull cavalry appeared again under the moon, about ten seconds earlier than the previous time.

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