The Amber Sword

“The land of the remains of saints? ”

Legend has it that in Saint Hyeon's time ancestors opened shelters in the valley, with statues of the ancient kings at the mouth of the valley, every attempt by a dark creature to enter would lead to lightning strikes - even within a kilometre of the valley, dark forces would be suppressed to a minimum.

Then, in the dark and turbulent era, humans, elves and dwarves came out of shelter and defeated the Dusk Dragon 'calamity’, led by the Tianqing Knight, before beginning the year of chaos.

“It is the legacy of the saints, the Guardian Valley of the Kings, Your Highness.” Ovewell replied.

“How could he find such a place?” One cup of black tea has been changed, but Her Royal Highness has not put her mind on it. Even the white porcelain teacup with the gold silk trim she liked was also chilled out, except the slim finger pinched the silver key and accidentally dialed it.

“The young man should have known beforehand, but not the general location.” Beat Feverwell, "he replied.

“But his way of finding a way is somewhat ingenious, Your Highness, and you should have heard - that the king of the witches of Bunoson passed down from generation to generation with the power of destiny and stars, and that the great wizards of Buga, the House of Assembly, believe that there are stars and the power of destiny, which comes from the blind goddess Elaine. ”

“I thought that was the story of mythology. ”

“Not necessarily. ”

“Can I keep listening? ”

“Your Royal Highness, your court teacher Sir Panoson should be waiting for you. ”

The young girl smiled and said cunningly: "I am already late, beat Lord Verwell. So please go on, I want to hear how they're going to spend the night. ”

Ovewell laughed and expected it, so he went on to say, "So our story starts with a legend, a story about a king and a white stag. ”

* * * * * * * * *

The sky went completely dark, and the wind swept through the clouds at night, causing the tumbling cold-fir groves to make a noise, as if it were a sea wave.

Freya stared worryingly at the dark sky and the wind blew her hair. The girl grabbed her best companion's hand with one hand and couldn't help but whisper: “Is Brando sure?" But even Uncle Leto and Uncle Mano and the locals have never heard of such a place.

“Rest assured, Brando is all right.” The businesswoman looked at the stars behind the clouds and naturally replied.

“You never thought about it. ”

“You don't have to. ”

Speaking to a blank woman in this brain, Freya couldn't help but notice that her tension seemed to fade a lot. She couldn't help but think that Roman and Brando seemed to have some kind of the same qualities that could reassure people.

But Brando was steady and confident, and Roman was worry-free, and suddenly the ponytail girl felt she didn't even know what to do when she encountered difficulties without them around her.

But it was at this time that there was a sudden outcry among the refugees. Freya and Roman looked back together and could not believe that a beautiful, suffocating creature had suddenly appeared in the centre of the camp - a clear white stag - whose body presented the most perfect proportions of this elegant and noble creature, with long limbs and healthy bodies, with long horns on its head as sharp as a blade.

This does not seem to be the creature that should exist in the world; it jumps up and stands on a rock, surrounded by light spots that fly up and down like fireflies.

Not just them, not even Leto, Mano and Barthom stood together at this moment. And Brando stood with Tama, the alchemist, further afield, holding the stag's base, watching the stag jump on the rock between several lengths, nodding his head at them and running away.

“The finished product is a little flawed, but after all, conditions are limited and it's already very difficult to do this.” Brando said. He was still very satisfied with his first alchemy product.

Charles and Tamar all agree, but the young wizard never asks: "Lord, how authentic are you that the king guards the valley? ”

“You know that thing?” Brando was stunned.

“Of course, ancient knowledge is a compulsory subject for wizards, and many magic schools originate from the age of sage. ”

“I can assure you of the authenticity, but the valley is in the fog and the location is uncertain. I can only expect Goddess Elaine to be a little more powerful tonight so that my precious deer can find their way faster. ”

Brando said, of course, that the remains of the saint were also very famous in the game, and countless people had been there, and many more speculated that it might contain a huge secret - just that nobody had ever gotten anything from it, and he had been there, but what had been discovered was just like everyone else.

That's what I didn't find--

“Strength?” Tama asked.

“Just to see if the goddess Elaine's family cares for us.” Brando replied.

“What happens if you don't care?” Charles turns around.

Brando's lack of answers this time, with at least three to six thousand skeletons and zombie tails behind him, along with the elite forces of 'Dead Maggots' and Kabbas, and ghosts roaming the mountains, may not be a good night.

He saw the white stag in front of him shouting among the refugees, and then he ran off to the other side of the valley to stop, and Brando knew the adventure of the night had begun ——

He looked at the time, 11: 00.

So he ordered the refugees to pull out the camp, and the spear-held militia and the refugees were in parallel, and two dark dragons walked out along the valley, and the stars and moon glow, so no torches were needed.

Finally, more than fifty of the broken riders, Brando and Charles, rolled over and pulled out the sword, a spectacular colour on the glittering sword ridge - proving that there were no dead spirits nearby.

“Let them follow the white deer, it will bring us luck -!” Brando held the sword and turned the horse's head to say to all his knights.

Mano came on a horseback, backing him in a position, and he shouted, "My lord, can we really get ahead of the Dao Madara army through that valley? ”

“Of course.”

“I'm not questioning you, my lord, it just sounds a little awkward. ”

“That's true, but at this point you just have to trust me. I'm not gonna joke about my life--”

“What about the Undead Army up ahead - from here to the north, at least three Madara columns roam the mountains, some from the roundabout and some from the deer hunting side of the forest. I suspect it was the White Knight and the Corpse Ghost's advance troops.” A sergeant from the White Swordsmen came and asked - Brando knew him, and Luc Besson called this man Votaron.

He had a hand with this man in Lidenburg, and he remembered that he had broken this guy with a sword, and of course he could have been wrong, maybe two other people. The situation was so confusing.

And the sergeant seemed deeply prejudiced to him. Although he was perfectly comfortable with swordsmanship, he always stood up and sang against him when he proposed his tactics.

“Not to mention the pursuit of ‘Dead Maggots' Margus behind us.” The sergeant went on to say, "Touch them hard and we're dead. ”

Brando looked at him, and he really needed an officer from the White Swordsmen to restrain him from that part of the soldier, so he wasn't angry, but he said, "They always have a loophole. ”

“What loophole?” Votaron grabbed the reins and asked.

Brando certainly wouldn't expose the secret of the Stone Ghost to him, and some of them knew he had the right to manipulate the monster but didn't know what he could do with it.

“We go around behind ‘Dead Maggots’, and they go through here for half an hour at most.” He thought about it and suddenly wondered.

Everyone was quiet, even those mercenaries who had already begun to convince him would have to wonder if the guy was crazy.

But Leto said, "Good idea, if you can seize the opportunity. ”

Brando looked back at this guy in surprise, and it wasn't normal to be bold, but he did it only once in the game - plugging it through the gap between the other party's blockades, possibly smashing one or two squadrons, and then sneaking behind the other squadron - not impossible, but demanding great certainty about the game and keeping the enemy's 'eyes’ in check.

Even with this certainty, Brando was surprised, incidentally, to see the opportunity and dare to throw it alone.

Everyone stands still again. But this time it was Mano's turn to talk, and the guy finally reacted and said, "Okay, in that case, I'll take a bet.”

But playing penetration behind enemies with one or two thousand refugees?

With the exception of Mano, Retto and Brando, everyone else, even Freya, thought the three of them were crazy. But Brando was calm, and he looked at the stone ghosts in the sky, and of course he knew what his greatest dependence was.

* * * * * * * * *

‘Dead maggots' Margus has known since this morning that there is another group of refugees in the direction of Mount Silver Sparrow, who fled in before dawn and killed a group of his skeletal cavalry.

At first, however, it had not paid much attention, after all, to the fact that most of the refugees had fled sporadically into deer hunting hills, compared to the group of refugees with the White Swordsmen in the Spikestone Valley, which was at the heart of its operations with Kabbas on that day.

Humans are so overwhelmed.

In its view, the battle was as easy as expected, with the regular legion known as the White Beard Corps as the Eruin, just as difficult as it was in front of the Maddala Army, the tail chase since the whole day and the final perfect deadly blow, and the whole battle was over before the sun set.

The advance forces, although severely reduced, were nothing but cannon ash, with almost no loss to the ghost or the Kabbas skeleton cavalry.

In contrast, last night's battle broke his heart. More than forty skeleton cavalry, it takes a long time to accumulate.

This is why Margus turned his attention to this refugee force, whose death order Lord Tagus gave them was to seal off the Tsim Rock Valley, and every unit involved in this battle dared not be careless.

But he immediately noticed an unusual aura.

The other party seemed to be very good at avoiding the scouting of the skeletal vultures of his dead wizards, who had captured that team only a few times throughout the day, but eventually lost sight of each other.

That's not a good sign.

In a dark soul fire, Marcus paved the sheepskin map and drew several circles within the boundaries of Mount Silver Sparrow -

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(PS. Outstanding expectations, triumphant success.

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