The Amber Sword

“Young man, your path is over. ”

Alberton's single-handed sword, known as the Pale Fang, is nothing but an ordinary magic sword, but a testament to the honor and glory of following this knight throughout his life.

His left hand flattened against his right wrist, the voice had just fallen, and a white frost flame had been lit on the thin blade, Brando knew, and that was his famous swordsmanship - white flame.

Compared to him, Alberton is the true swordsman of the court. He became a knight when he was seventeen years old and had the name of a craftsman when he was forty years old. He fought for Eru his whole life and until his death he was a hero of Eruin, but Alberton, the ‘White Knight', was truly famous after he became a dead spirit.

In his time, Alberton was one of the four knights of the Maddalene Apocalypse, and his white knight's name came from it —— Alberton the Conqueror, a name that could not only stop children.

Brando pulled back and immediately felt the challenge. In Tagus' camp, there were two columnists he was least willing to meet: Alberton, the conqueror, and Radeous, the king of war, the Red Knight, the former, but it seemed that Lord Martha had made another little joke with him.

But how quickly did the White Knight strike, before he could finish thinking about it, Alberton had come down with a sword. It was like a bright silver moon-curved flame from the top down - before the sword reached, Brando had already felt the frozen, crunchy smell, and he immediately suffocated, afraid to slacken, and hurriedly rolled away to one side.

The flame blew across the ground, ‘bang’ a rock immediately faulted and a white frost in the incision.

Wind pressure alone can break the rock, and Brando can't bear to look at his heart for a moment, which is the bottom strength of silver, knowing that his white raven swordsmanship can only cut wood and other things, even in the outbreak of power.

But he rolled aside, and 'White Knight' Alberton had sat down on the rope of the Nightmare Horse, killing each and every one of them - and the Sovereign Sir didn't give a shit about his men, almost stepping on a bone skeleton and leaping to Brando.

A bone fragment dancing...

Then the White Knight raised his long sword high and, with the help of a horse, had struck the young man with one sword.

Brando was inescapable and could only be stopped by a thorn of light. A loud, sour sound of teeth, the two swords staggered together, bending backwards almost simultaneously to the maximum extent possible, Brando felt his arm like it was about to break, and the whole person immediately flew backwards like a shell, beating several rolls on the ground to barely climb up.

At least 25 energy levels.

Brando single-handedly shouted fortunately in his heart. Fortunately, he had just used the technique of a power explosion at the last moment, otherwise his hand would have been scrapped. But even so, he felt a little numbness in his right hand, and even began to feel unconscious for a while.

But it's too horrible. The second power level, the power of the Silver Swordsman, has almost reached the point where a single blow is more than seven tons, and the wind can be bladed without skill. Looking at that fast approaching white knight, Brando couldn't help but miss his sword card indefinitely. He seemed to have to rely on such a monster to defeat it, but at this time he didn't have the earth element to pay for it.

Alberton, one horse at a time, has driven himself to him--

Brando bit his teeth and raised his sword again, this time holding his sword over his head with both hands - the tip of the sword tilted slightly to the ground, putting out several of the military swordsmanship's most powerful tactical lifting gestures.

“Miscellaneous. ”

The white knight came down to look at him, and the sound of indifference and dullness came from under his helmet. It raises its sword, chops it down, and Brando crosses it with his pale teeth, then adjusts the angle of the Pokémon Sword a little bit at that moment. A spark splashed, and he let Alberton's sword slide away along his sword strong--

But the rest of the force made him fall backwards, Brando's hind legs immediately banging on the ground, as if the subtle action of adjusting the balance of his body, which is commonly used in this military sword technique, had formed an instinct, and his whole person slid aside, but steadily squatted half to the ground.

It took me a long time to remove this sword, and Brando was already sweating. In the game, he often does the same, but it's all about systematically helping him set the course of action, the sword and the position of his body, and also helping him fix the motion, instead of grasping it himself.

Even an inadvertent one could have killed him.

But he actually did.

He dumped his arm and his right hand was still numb. The other side is so powerful that every sword crossing is like hitting the face of a heavy truck that you can hear your muscles and bones moaning even after removing their power.

Alberton sighed softly from under his helmet. It looked at this young man's swordsmanship as if he was of general standard, but his experience seemed to be very rich, and he quickly found the right coping skills, which is the reaction of veterans.

He turned the horse's head and started accelerating again.

But Brando didn't get out of the other party's attack rhythm so easily, how could he possibly give the other party a chance to get ahead? He immediately raised his right hand and pointed it at Alberton with a silver ring, shouting, “OSS! ”

“Magic starts the spell?” The flames burning in the eyes of the White Knight flashed slightly, returning immediately to the horses and slanting the sword in front of them.

Alberton has just completed this action, a loud and windy surge has taken a deep trace from the ground of the rubble towards the Sovereign Knight, but as soon as this violent cyclone hits, its sword splits to both sides, instantly forming a beautiful ‘Y’ shaped scratch on the ground - every skeleton soldier on this scratch is thrown high between moments, disintegrating in the middle of the air and falling far away on the beach.

Then the 'clatter clatter' burst into chaos, and it suddenly rained bones.

‘The White Knight' Alberton retracted his sword, not waiting for the dust to settle, but headed upwards - then choked and sounded, Brando had broken the smoke and leaped out, crossing a sword with it in the middle of the air.

There is nothing broken.

Brando was not surprised, after all, this level of elite figure is not weaker than the Golden Demon Tree. In fact, he also relied on the Holy Sword card to fight the Golden Demon Tree, otherwise it seemed unknown who was killed by a deer. And when it comes to Alberton, the White Knight, he will never dare bear any luck.

The transcendental challenge can only be met by a well-prepared and dedicated response.

He crossed a sword with the other party, and when his body fell backwards, a sword wind pressed him back. Alberton retracted his sword and swung it again with no expression, a silver flame extinguishing Brando's sword wind from the invisible.

Alberton took the sword for the third time, but this time instead of rushing to do it, he watched Brando quietly on his horse's back. It looks at this young man, and it seems to recall a distant story.

The story should have a high-altitude flute, straight up on the plateau of Balta, with a swallowtail flag flying.

“White Crow Sword.” It opens its mouth and sounds like a hell of a visitor.

“Are you the new generation of the royal family?” Alberton rode on the horse and asked coldly.

Brando snapped. Is Alberton old with the Corcova dynasty? That's not true, I haven't heard anything like this in the game, but he thought, whether or not he denied it beforehand, lest the other party really have a new hatred and sudden outburst of hatred, it's not very fun. The legendary game of level 30 BOSS suddenly burst into the level 40 elite, the level 40 elite, that doesn't have to take them all for a second.

He shook his head in a hurry to think about it.

But he didn't expect Alberton to tilt his sword, coldly answering: "If not, then I won't break my oath to kill you.” Brando listened, so much blood didn't erupt. He really regretted that his bowels were so blue, and he knew there was a bird vow. He could have just disowned the identity of this new royal generation. This is truly sinful.

Of course, that's just a thought.

Brando also knows that it is not that easy to impersonate the Royal Family. After all, the Corcova Royal Family has always had Misty Pokémon bloodlines. Misty Pokémon are a legendary silver family born of silver and have a silver bloodline.

And Brando's bright red blood is a symbol of mortal life.

On the other hand, after Alberton had asked, he was once again restored to a state of unity, with a long sword in his hand, and began to drive the sitting Nightmare Horse to accelerate again. In the face of such a killing, Brando felt a little overwhelmed for a moment, but he thought of a way to temporarily delay the time, that is, to unload the force with the White Raven sword in the power burst state, but this sword 9 points physical strength, not to mention his level 17, which is level 27 and 37 can not prohibit this consumption.

In fact, he already feels a little weak right now.

And Alberton, as an elite at least level 30, he estimated that there were at least 200 lives, and the previous 30 points that the storm had killed were like skin trauma to him, just to give him a few shocks. Brando was convinced that he could kill each other by stabbing two or three swords with light, but he had to stab them too.

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but take a breath and look at the distance, hoping that Leto and others would come to support him.

But he saw that the cavalry had just collided with the skeleton soldiers, perhaps because of the advantage he had created before, and they had taken advantage of a lot of the price, but it seemed unlikely that they would be able to draw their hands for a while and a half. He can only hope that the militia behind him will be quicker - faster to catch up.

And in fact, Freya, who leads the militia at this moment, has the same idea.

But the future goddess of martial arts looked back at the citizens of Riedenberg, who had fallen and collided, and couldn't help but frown, but knew that they were just ordinary militias, and that it was a blessing to be able to do so - she couldn't ask them for more.

Coflaia looked up at the chaotic front, and although she could not see where Brando was, she also knew that such a large army of dead spirits must have been a strong commander.

She was no longer that country girl a few days ago, gradually gaining her own insights, unlike other people who blindly trusted that young man, who knew that Brando must be in a tough war. So she couldn't help but look around and look at Charles and Sue around her.

“Sue, would you do me a favor? ”

“Hmm?” The young girl flashed slightly.

“Help me lead the vigilante. ”

“What?”

“I'm going to help Brando,” replied Freya, then he turned the horse's head: "Charles, you come with me--”

“Miss Freya, I'm nothing. But are you okay with that?” Charles stunned, Brando had told him to look at the injured Freya, but he was more worried about the safety of his followers than this.

Freya glanced at him and nodded hard.

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