The Amber Sword

Marcus finds himself suddenly losing control of the war scene, and his men are nearly dead, but they have no role at all. Ever since he discovered that the refugee unit had disappeared, it seemed as if everything was moving out of his control, starting with Gulob and Diren losing a squadron each, possibly causing the other to circle behind the entire army.

With the acumen of ‘Dead Maggots' Margus, he immediately smelled an unusual smell, and the half-zombie immediately assumed that the refugees were heading towards his wings, intending to break through the blockade of the Lethal Army from there. So he immediately let Wesa and Alberton roll out to both wings, trying to block each other's way early.

But it didn't occur to me that less than half an hour after the order was issued, ‘Blood Witch’ Redios and Gulob lost their left wing, the refugee corps —— no, the mysterious army, to say the least. Now Brando has risen to the level of Madara's regular army in the heart of Margus.

In fact, I'm afraid the real Maddala Regular Army does not have that capability, at least in terms of the decision-making power and combat power shown by Brando's army. Even Margus could hardly help but think that he had met the banned army of Eruin or the Freedom Cavalry, and he wondered if there was a big fish in this refugee.

But in any case, the tactical intentions of the other party are already very clear.

This intention is so strong - it needs to break through, they need to break through! Redios and the left wing of Gulob disappeared in such a conspicuous straight line on the map that it was more like a sword, stabbing the heart of a dead spirit army.

This half-zombie lord stared at the straight line and couldn't bear to catch cold in his heart for a while.

Marcus stood tall and threw the bones out of his hand. It's staring at the dark forest, where its army is ready, but must it be right, Margus, this time not to confirm.

Who are they?

Who are their commanders?

When did Eruin show up as such a commander?

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Night winds were like cold hands stroking between the canyons, and the rocks and valleys reflected a layer of cold light, depressed trees, as if responding to the sound of sandy sand as the mountains of Shanghai Tao.

The cavalry runs through the valley like a running stream...

The earth roared brightly.

Before Brando raised his sword to everyone, the spectre of the Pokémon sword continuously formed a undulating light in the dark, like a silver flag - and for the rest of us, it was the victory that the young man had brought to them.

The riders have admired each other with all their heart. If one day they want to believe in a myth, it must be that the king can truly be invincible.

Some of them even came from veterans at the end of the November war, some from the Battle of the Moon and some from the collapse of the Karasou Plateau, but Eruin disappointed them once and for all. As if the country had subsided, the will of the past had been buried beneath history, beneath the dust, and the glory of the past no longer belonged to them.

So they fight for money, they become mercenaries, their destiny is to chase bounty and treasure, and they have abandoned the honor and faith of the warriors.

But no soldier wants victory.

Even if he is a veteran oil who has experienced countless wars.

Today Brando asked them to pick up the flags that had already been trampled hundreds of times from the ground, and he told them that you could still achieve a glorious victory. Even as a knight, it is so easy to fight only for the right of others to survive, just for the right of themselves to survive - as long as behind him, victory.

So hot and bloody.

They're moving forward, Sassar's squadron has collapsed! They're moving forward, Gulob's squadron has collapsed! They march forward, and the left wing of Ledios vanishes into the invisible! And they went forward, and the smoke of the armies of Gulob was gone.

What is Madara's army? The fearless dead are so overwhelmed. Those terrible armies have even made regular legions of Eruin tremble in front of them, but they have to turn around and break up in front of them.

At that moment, the knights even firmly believed that their names were invincible.

Brando pointed the sword forward--

Hooray for the cavalry immediately, form a black flood and roll forward. As if no one knew of fatigue, so did the horses, and even the vigilance of the self-defence groups behind them was fully mobilized, they had only one thought left, moving forward and moving forward.

Accelerate, keep accelerating.

No one has the leeway to think about anything else, as if all their energies were being used to provoke adrenaline, to amplify their pupils, to breathe exhaustively, as if they were running out of their last lives to plunge into potential enemies and drag them all to hell together.

What Madara, go to hell!

Even if people are poor, these fighters will at least get that final victory. They looked up as if they could see the young man's sword pointing forward and leading an open door.

Behind that door, to the miracle.

Brando finally saw another Undead Army ahead of him, convinced that he had re-entered the second and third levels of defense, and that this had entered Alberton or Wesa's area of control?

Or "Dead Maggot" Margus?

He saw a bone skeleton of Whitesen spinning on the beach, so much more than he'd ever met before. Brando closed his eyes slightly and had seen at least two teams of black warriors beside the other commander.

Column Commander!

Brando knew this time he caught a big fish, but whether he could eat it or not was a problem. But Brando knew he had to eat, and he had to eat. At this time, he couldn't go back, and there was no way back. There was only one thought left.

Narrow road meets, brave man wins.

He raised his sword, and the tip of the elf sword was almost bright enough to be dazzling. The wind surrounded his ears, except for the wind or wind, he could not hear anything but roar almost fatally:

“Cavalry, let me attack--! ”

“Attack -! ”

Only forty-nine people responded as if they were a tsunami; when the rumbling horseshoes echoed the whole valley, as if the heavens and the earth were united.

‘White Knight’ Alberton changed his face instantly.

Like Margus, it has been speculating as to which human commander is sacred, and the mysterious army belongs exactly to the sequence of Eruin. But it didn't expect to meet each other in such a situation.

When it turned around, a pair of pupils burning a frosty flame of bears came through the embroidered white helmet and watched the cavalry rampage, it almost thought it was back to the time when the spirit of the classical knight shined.

The 'White Knight' almost instantly fainted. It remembers how many years ago, on the Golden Flower Plateau, the pride of mankind, the pride of the Cavalry of the Eagle's Cruz Empire, those arrogant knights did not despise the use of tactics. All they need to do is fight, and then fight, and constantly fight to win.

Because the world can no longer find such a proud and honorable army, as if each of them were dying in a constant battle.

Their lives, for the flames of that moment —— the glitter of light.

All fighting power is pale in the face of an army that sees death as a supreme honor. All resistance seemed so powerless and pointless that Alberton found a slight relaxation in his mind, almost thinking he was back a hundred years ago.

Its fainting made it miss the best time to react, and it was too late when Alberton suddenly felt that he should turn the bone skeletons of his men.

Brando held the Pokémon Sword, just like the sharp edge of such a cavalry - a silver thread that guided the knights of all kings forward.

Yes, the skeletons were turning slowly in his eyes, but they were too late, too slow, too slow!

“Corpse witch--!” Alberton pulled out his sword, almost sending a tsunami from his heart.

Ten dead witches lifted their sceptres at the same time.

A dark storm suddenly appeared in front of the Undead Army. When the storm generated, the earth was crushed, sharp rocks flew upwards, instantly turned into powder, and the branches on both sides instantly turned into black smoke, and the sky rose with a tsunami.

Alberton, the White Knight, can't help but hold his breath. He's barely sure if what he saw was a hallucination, but how can Eluin see such a cavalry today? But then the pale knight remembered that he had not breathed...

It sighed.

But the next moment, the frosty flames burning in its orbit set in a flash. It couldn't bear to open its mouth slightly and look at the young man raise his right hand and kill him first from the dark storm --

He raised his hand and a clear blue matrix glistened slightly.

Although a dark storm of negative spirits blew one of his hair backwards, he raised his hand high and the storm immediately turned.

And he went forward, and the storm went forward--

Like that moment, Brando was the king of the storm. And as he screamed, "The energy drained ——”

Turn when the storm stops.

Skeleton soldiers in the front row fell in rows, and bone skeletons in the back row tried to lift spears and were hit face to face by their own companions, falling in rows as well.

But Brando is also at the end of the crossbow.

But the next moment, they saw the young man's horse fall...

Not just these dead creatures, but everyone on the battlefield saw Brando fall off a horse. At that moment, as if the entire valley had been quiet, the human refugees could not resist staring behind them and stopping.

Freya was tightening the reins to urge the militia to speed up, but when she turned around she saw the scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth and make a little noise.

The businesswoman's face finally changed and she couldn't bear to run forward with her dress.

Leto, Mano, Barthom, Voron Tower, Yulir couldn't help but loosen the rope on their hands, and they realized that even that young man would fall?

But Brando had adjusted his posture at the moment he landed on the horse, and he was just waiting for an opportunity.

Strike, start.

Once he had landed, the whole person had turned a half-round in the air and had shot out like an arrow off a string. He goes forward, the sword goes forward, a silver line.

Everyone saw that striking silver wire--

Symbolizes miracles.

After the silver line, the twelve Skeleton soldiers were split in half. Brando landed in the midst of countless dead spirits, still holding his sword high in his hand.

He saw that tall white spirit knight.

You also see the burning frost flame in the other party's eyes.

So it's you, Alberton the White Knight, the former hero of Eluin. Brando looked at each other, the Pokémon sword slightly skewed, and the glowing sword blade had been pressed up by a wind.

“Your path is over, young man!” Alberton looked at him and took Brando's sword.

Silver strength, Brando pulled away immediately by force.

That's a little tricky.

He couldn't bear to think...

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(PS. Double last day pleading for monthly tickets!)