The Amber Sword

Brando looked at Freya's silence and knew that she might be a little confused at the moment. It is also normal, after all, that this rural girl has never come into contact with the complex and age-old livelihoods of these aristocrats.

But to say the truth is simple, it's just a benefit.

So he opens the subject up, and he says, “I know, you guys have a little difficulty accepting that. But that's true, and even if we just do it, it's not enough -- because, to be honest, we're just a piece of chess in the hands of nobility, and they're just concerned about whether it's going to work, not about the pieces themselves. ”

Freya startled and looked up at him again.

Madden frowned and sighed, and Brando's words undoubtedly confirmed what he had seen over the past few days. The nobles spoken out unanimously to give them immediate praise. Everyone was enthusiastic, but frankly, to achieve each other's purpose. What do they end up with, possibly a promotion or two, a little reward or even just an honor?

But he mentioned several times about the homeless villagers of Butch, who had been stoned to death.

“Freya,” Brando turned around now, looking into Freya's pale brown eyes, and said, "I'm afraid you'd be disappointed if you just wanted to protect Bucchi's villagers with the naive, impractical idea that after the war, everyone would be honored and honored, and then back home together happily and safely to their past lives. ”

“Brando? ”

“Relying solely on the thoughts of others makes you an abandoned son once the nobility has taken advantage of it.” He interrupted her and continued.

If Brando had said that earlier, Freya wouldn't believe it. But after watching so much, she realized it more or less, so the young girl with the long ponytail hesitated, "But what do I do, Brando? ”

“Of course they grow up to be the ones who can protect others.” Brando replied.

“I understand, but I--” Freya replied impatiently. She thought she was just a small militia captain, how could she grow to the same level as the higher nobility, the country girl thought about it and thought about it, it was unlikely.

“Are you worried you won't make it?” He asked.

Freya nodded.

“Don't worry, you'll have a chance soon. Believe me, remember what I said?” Brando smiled and replied.

Freya was slightly stunned.

Brando understood, in fact, that he had not stated his true intentions, and in fact he hoped that this young girl with a long ponytail would enter the Royal Cavalry College, receive higher education and learn the most orthodox command and tactical knowledge of the kingdom.

Because, on the one hand, he did not want to change the path that the future goddess of martial arts had taken, and on the other, he did need a man to enter the upper echelons of the kingdom.

From now on, Roman doesn't have that idea at all, and the only person he can trust is about Freya.

Naturally, there is no need to consider safety. Located in Villain, south of Antilles, the Royal College is one of the royal private territories and one of the earliest held by Her Royal Highness during the civil unrest in December, so there will be no problems.

And this is not harmful to Freya Bailey in itself.

Because, in fact, Eru's classic military command and tactics are not backward, the history of war has left the country with many distinguished military commanders and tactical ideas - only that its internal groups are too corrupt to live up to these legacies.

As in the Middle Ages, Eruin also had a very good group of young officers. And Brando believed that Efraia's seriousness would absorb knowledge like a sponge in this atmosphere, and that when she passed through enough thick, thin hair, she would quickly emerge and, as in history, attract the attention of Her Royal Highness.

Brando remembers that in June of the second year in history, at the sixty-fourth martial arts competition of the Royal Cavalry College, Freya met Eluin's eldest princess. Maybe there will be some change in history, but this butterfly hasn't been able to flap his wings yet, so he doesn't want to change much.

And in particular, he was eager to use Freya to learn about the future Regent Princess Griffin, who was only 16 this year? Corcova? What exactly does Manofi think?

Brando thought there was a conflict of core interests between herself and the princess, and she wanted to cheer up the kingdom, and Brando wanted to try to change Eruin's ultimate fate. It's just that the genius of the Corcova family can actually do that, and Brando fears that the half-Pokémon girl from the royal family will eventually not let go of the interests of the nobility.

Otherwise, Brando lived up to the dream he had left behind from the game, and he could not forget the past of those who fought alongside him, and the scenes that had happened in history.

Can he watch Eruin end up in a war? Remember the day Wangdu Menstros was captured, when the palace and the city pools burned in flames and the sky was cloudy, the day he was ordered to retreat from the north with many players, looking back on the road to his former southern homeland - many cried.

The time is too short for them to change.

Can he watch Freya fight as hard as he can to die in Daral's Red Canyon? Remember that day when all of them fought to the death, he lost more than seven levels on his own, and countless players like him.

But what happened?

Brando looked at Freya, who had never looked this way. She was still a martial arts goddess like a neighboring girl, and she was wearing a silver sunflower armor with a square flag embroidered with a black pine leaf crest - known as the symbol of Eruin's courage.

But eventually they didn't protect the flag, and the goddess of martial arts in the silver armor eventually stood up and sacrificed herself in the war, or at least fulfilled her promise:

Drain the last drop of blood for this land.

Unfortunately, Eruin was too weak, too old, three legions could not stand forward, and Cruz's reinforcements stood idly by - the day of the showdown, apart from Freya's own legions, there were only players except the players.

36,000 sworn dead players are just a stone in front of Madara's army.

What about Princess Griffin, who is known as the pearl of Corcova and brilliant star, who died in a plot for the kingdom to marry the Grand Duke of Anlek, whom he did not like, a lifetime of gloom and eventually the return of all things to the community.

In that world, Eru is the only players left.

His past captain, his sisters and seniors. Leaving the Sword of Amber for many years, every time we talk about the battle of the past at a party, we still can't bear to be silent and greedy.

Eruin's spirit doesn't exist anymore.

Brando looks at Freya, and then at Roman and old Madden, can he tolerate this happening again? He shook his head, maybe if he didn't know what was going to happen, he could choose a man to escape, and with his knowledge of the world, he might make a legend.

Unfortunately, when God brought him to the moment the first Black Rose War broke out, and made him aware of Roman, Freya, and everyone else in this history, Brando might know what kind of mission he was carrying.

If he wanted to change history, he couldn't take into account the interests of some people, and whoever stood in front of him would be cleaned up one by one. But he also understands that a voice in his heart is telling him: Brando, if you go this way, you may have to face the deep-rooted aristocracy of the whole of Eruin, including even the five most powerful Grand Dukes in history, who are as proud as Her Royal Highness the King of Regents to choose compromise in front of them.

You even have to face Madara, who is getting bigger and bigger, entering the most glorious period in history, and whose genius will have infinite collars - Lord Black, One-Eyed General Tagus, Immortal Willand, Black Rose Pride Auguste, Empire Sword Greta, and His Majesty the Emperor with the Mercury Staff, all of whom are immortal geniuses - how could a martial arts goddess of civilian origin in the district possibly block the way of history, even with you?

And in the north, the Krutz are also watching with indifference. Brando, today's Eagle Empire is no longer the cradle of that ancient, benevolent human civilization, the pride of the highlanders, the eleventh son of Grand Toti the Great is presiding over an iron and blood reform, the machines of war are playing powerfully, taking advantage of the appearance of the tablet of the earth, and the third Jihad will soon begin.

By then, Madara, Cruz and even the northern countries of Buga were just a piece of chess on a huge chess game, killing each other to survive.

Are you sure you're up against all this? Brando, if you choose to do so, what Eluin has to face is almost the whole world —— because you choose to stand on the opposite side of history.

But Brando shook his head and threw the cold idea out of his head, which he had in mind when he led the group of refugees out of Riedenberg to kill a bloody path. Even in the face of one world, Brando's pride stems from the fact that he was once a player in the world - an identity that is like a collection of countless shadows of another world, symbolizing the challenge of a group of people to the original rules of the world.

Perhaps there is some arrogance in that thought.

But Brando thinks that not to do it, just to do it, at least to make up for the regrets.

So it's not just Freya's choice, he's the same.

That is why he feels pressed for time - at least for a small period of peace between the end of the Black Rose War and the beginning of the civil unrest in December. There is no way to make any kind of promotion within this corrupt system, he does not have the time, and in this mess, the only way to quickly have the rights of a former chess player is to acquire territory and an army.

He does have a plan, too.

Western, that dusty kingdom.

(PS. This is chapter two, and there's another chapter ahead. Due to the inconvenience of disconnecting the network, it was posted simultaneously. The internet cafe is a bad place to make it smell like smoke.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)