The Amber Sword

In the Sword of Amber, there has long been a legend in the south of the Golan Elson that a hundred and twenty level scholar lies hidden on the Needlewood Avenue between Ankzer and Pragues. This legend has been spreading since the first three hundred and eighty years, and it has been a flurry. But it wasn't until four years later that the player really saw the legend for the first time.

Brando knew that man. His name was Tullaman.

Tullaman? Othtan, the owner of Silverburg, a college student, is also an intermediate wizard.

He was the silver leader of the Academy of Law of the Twelve Circles, and after its dissolution in seven colour years, he left Kanage (a floating city in Buga) and returned to the Goran-Elson Hidden House.

In the game, he helps some players take up the position of associate scholar when he's patient enough for a month, and of course, most of the time he's not in a good mood to be interrupted by the average person. So after the initial heat, the players mostly went back to the aristocratic library in Pragsburg, after all, the onboarding scholars just had to spend a little money to register, not to look at NPC faces, and it wouldn't make any difference.

But the players are a strange creature, and they always try to find some unknown secrets, so there's always been someone trying to get some benefit from this old man, even though Brando doesn't know if they've succeeded. But I have to say, this time it's his turn.

There won't be any losses anyway. Maybe it worked? Besides, Brando has always wondered what the Silverburg scholar ‘deputy' in the game has to do with this old man, but has never had a chance to probe.

Now there is a ready opportunity to take the road, and of course he will not give up.

But he didn't expect Tulaman to live not in this village, but on a hillside a few miles away. He used to know only the approximate address of each other in the game, and he didn't expect this negligence to waste almost half an morning in this world.

It really hurts people to hurt themselves.

Four people strolled among the woods, and several of the main roads from Anzek to Pragsburg were densely populated, so the middle leaves of the forest could not see the pristine scenery of the Butch area. It is more like a wild road that runs between the shades, with rows of wooden fences erected at intervals and fallen leaves covered with rubble.

Walking in a place like this lets people unwittingly relax. Freya stared at the beautiful landscape in the forest on one side, and Roman followed her with his hands behind his back. She looked at it as if she found it interesting.

Only Brando was familiar with the scenery and walking for an hour made him a little impatient. He couldn't help but look back and say, "Bartom, are you sure this is the kind of place we're looking for? ”

Barthom rubbed a pair of red beards and took off his hat and replied, "Absolutely sure, my lord. If you're looking for an old man with a big white moustache who likes to drag him to the ground in a grey robe, there must be only one around here. Don't worry, I'm Bartom.”

Brando nodded.

Barthom is still trustworthy, and everything he has done over the past month has been very impressive, of course, some in a mercenary way. And in fact, Barthom himself was accustomed to Brando's instruction that he was not as immortal as many nobles - just as he knew he was a mercenary leader, so he was only ordered to be a mercenary leader.

Redbeard Bartom was sincere in his heart and could not help but think that this was the level a leader deserved.

But the only question is about Brando's relationship with his wizard, a young man named Charles who is always present and sometimes hidden and mysterious.

Sometimes Batom is speculating on what their Lord and servant are doing, but ultimately it can only be attributed to the height of the Highland Knight.

Between the two, the forest reached its end. Freya sounded softly in front of her, and then the crowd glanced at her, on a hillside of grassland in front of her, a dirt road leading to a cabin situated alone at the top of the dune.

It was a very strange house, and when Brando approached them a little bit, it was like half a barrel on the ground, and the door was open in the middle of the 'barrel’, with arched windows on either side —— bonsai flowers, purple or silver on the windowsill, and even Brando couldn't name it. But it looks like a wind chin. Young people thought the same thing, except that when he saw the moon growing in the garden, he realized that these might be rare magic materials.

Then they walked into the fence on the outside of the cabin and hung a bell on the arched door, but Brando knew the rules, and Tullaman must have found them by now by the vigilance spell, as long as he wasn't napping. So the Guest's ringing the bell at this time will only cause discomfort.

Brando knew that the bell could only be rang when something was important.

He remembers the only time a dragon attacked a nearby village in the game.

It was at this time that he felt Freya touching his elbow as he touched it. He turned around and saw Freya asking in confusion, "Brando, what is this place? ”

She would have realized that Brando had come to meet with other people, but who would live in a place like this?

“It's just an old man's house.” Brando retracted his gaze at the cabin door and answered casually.

“Old man? ”

“Well, he's a wizard. ”

Freya lowlanded on one side, and the sword fight in her hand almost shook to the ground. In fact, it wasn't just her, it was Batom, who had a lot of insight on his face, who heard Brando and couldn't help but stick his chest up. Wizards are wizards, although Charles is also a wizard apprentice, which is a lot worse than a genuine wizard.

In fact, in the countryside of Eruin and even Warnde, wizards have always been the most mysterious characters in pillow stories, and many have listened to the legends of wizards growing up, and most of the descriptions of this group of people are associated with ghosts.

But in fact, Brando knows that witches are common in truly thriving areas, in large cities or in towns in densely populated areas. In particular, many royal colleges in the kingdom also train court wizards, so these people are not so mysterious at all.

Of course, if you are a black wizard and a witch among wizards, and a dead wizard, you have to equate it with the characters in the legendary story.

Brando looked back at Little Roman and found that the businesswoman was a little nervous at the moment, and couldn't help but ask: “What are you nervous about? ”

“Auntie said to be polite with a wizard, otherwise it would cause unnecessary trouble.” Roman answered naturally.

“Huh...”

Before Brando could get back to him, there was a soft-hearted voice from an old man in the house. And then the wooden door creaked open and said, “That's not a folklore, little girl. Who's your aunt? ”

That old voice was like the old man in the grey robe behind the door with the open door, with a corkscrew glasses on his nose, silver hair and a snowy beard all the way down to the waist to the senses of the four present.

It's not just Roman and Freya, Brando. It's actually the first time I've seen Turaman, the legendary 120-grade college guy.

“Auntie is the auntie.” Roman is not afraid of being born.

The old man looked at the others like he was measuring them. However, some of his cloudy eyes swept through Brando and Barthom, but he didn't stop, landed on Freya and stunned.

Finally, I looked at Little Roman and smashed her mouth. “Little girl, I can tell who your aunt is when I see you like this. Hmm, I've learned a dozen things about spleen. ”

When he opened his mouth, Freya and Brando were surprised. Freya was surprised that the old man knew Roman's aunt. Brando said he was a wizard! Brando was equally astonished that Turaman knew Roman's aunt, but the two of them had completely different levels of surprise--

The difference between a man known to a wizard and a man known to the owner of the Silver Castle and the Silver Leader of the Twelve Rings Academy of Jurisprudence goes far.

“Have you seen Roman's aunt, old man? ”

“Do you know Aunt Jenny?” Both speak at the same time.

Tulaman was going to turn around, but hearing that stop. He looked at Freya at first, didn't answer, but looked at Brando and replied, “Young man, don't you understand politeness? ”

Brando coughed, he was used to dealing with NPC, plus he was just too shocked to say anything. At this point, I can only smile. "Wasting my life is a shameful act, old man. I'm just trying to save time.”

Tullaman squinted his eyes slightly: “So you do recognize me? ”

“Of course," Brando answered, opening the door to the mountains, "Master of the Secret Silver Castle, Silver Leader of the Twelve Rings Law Society, Lord Turaman, how could I not know? ”

He said that Freya was okay. Barthom's hat landed on the ground unknowingly. He didn't know who the Silver Leader of the Society of Twelve Rings was, but the owner of the Secret Silver Castle was a famous wizard. There is a famous legend in the mercenary world, there was a half mercenary half bandit group of mercenary realm scum, struck the idea into the legendary 'lobby made of secret silver’, and ended up going to four or five hundred people, and two cannibals, all turned to stone.

These statues still stand on the desolate beaches of the desolate sea for visitors to visit.

And how can he not be shocked that the legendary existence now appears in front of Barthom? But what shocked him more was that Brando was still laughing at each other. Was his lord insane?

But even more unbelievably, the leader of the Redbearded mercenary is still behind...

Tullaman listened to Brando, stunned for a moment, and then stopped to re-measure the young man. He looked up and down at Brando, like he was checking if there was such a person in his memory, and he said, "Young man, it seems you're ready, but who are you and I don't remember you as a number one person? Whose son are you? ”

When Brando glanced at Roman, he didn't expect Turaman to meet Roman's aunt, so the connection was somewhat suspicious, and it seemed that little Aunt Roman's identity was not so simple - at least, a famous witch.

But there are only a few famous witches in history, the legendary Witch of the Sky - who abandoned the Witch's throne and left Iberia, the land of winter, to come to the mortal world?

He temporarily buried the suspicion in his heart, listening to Tulaman's question, and shook his head: "I am not the descendant of anyone, but I come here with a question. ”

“Question?” Tulaman was stunned.

Brando refers to his own mouth, pronounced: “STAM-”

The old man, at first, sounded like he heard something. But then he frowned: “What does that mean? ”

Brando was stunned, and he was talking about the Creation Epic of the Cruz, the original of the Heavenly Poems, in his time, and each of these original texts was the source of the Wizard War that ensued —— the fighting between the wizards, and I didn't expect Turaman to have heard of it? He was slightly stunned, and then the cold sweat came out. Is it possible that there is no so-called 'earth slab’ in this world?

But young people reacted immediately, perhaps because of the premature times and the fact that the earth's slabs were not yet worldly. In the Sword of Amber, Madara's strength is nothing more than a split between the branches of history. Although it affects Eruin and the surrounding countries deeply, the real mainstay of the world is the emergence of the earth slab.

The outbreak of the Wizard War--

Of course, Brando didn't want to bring the tablet into the world so early, but he just wanted to use one of those words to interest Tullaman.

Though the words were almost meaningless to the whole text, the magic contained in these words of creation should be essentially the same, and he believed that Tulaman should be able to distinguish the wonders of them.

And he looked at Tulaman, and he said, "Old man, have you ever heard a psalm describing the beginning of the heavens and the earth, the creation of the world, the verse of the Krutz? ”

Touraman pressed his hand against his beard, and he did feel the primitive and ancient magic contained in that word. It's not powerful, but it's like the root of all magic today. At first, he thought it was an ancient dragon language, or a variant of Mandarin and Wizard language, but after carefully searching his memories, he found nothing.

Tulaman did not doubt that this young man would deceive him, and honestly, as a scholar who spent a hundred years in the sea and practice, those who could deceive him had at least the ability to admire him.

“You mean the first epic of the Krutz's self-proclaimed name before the elf hymn?” The old man asked.

Brando knows that the people of Silver are biased against humans, and Buga's wizards, though human, are not human. Their descent is noble and they have always despised the people of the earth, but the history of the Cruz people is long and long, but it is a place where the people of silver are both jealous and unwilling to acknowledge it.

He didn't mind that as a player, he just nodded.

“What does that have to do with that word you just said?” Tullaman stops, opens his mouth.

In fact, at this time, the two of them had moved beyond what was acceptable to Freya, Barthom and Roman, and the three of them had long heard the fog in the clouds, and Freya had just amplified Brando's shadow in one round in her heart, and Barthom had long been shocked --

But the genius knew that Brando himself was just being reckless.

“That is the original text of the poem of heaven, describing how our world was created by Martha's goodwill, Lord Turaman, and I say no lies - you should be able to experience the magic contained in that byte yourself.” Brando replied.

Tulaman's face changed and he has turned back into the house. Soon there was a rumbling sound in the cabin.

By this point Brando knew his plan was halfway through, and he went back and made a gesture with Freya and others to keep up. Then he walked into Tulaman's house with three people...

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My tummy hurts again at night, write 4500 first, hey. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)