The Amber Sword

The snowy white bone frame brushed to a pause, raised the bow upwards, and the iron cast bow arms squeaked and rattled. The mercenaries and adventurers below finally realized the big deal was bad, but the spiritual figurines scattered in the lobby dragged them away.

The first thing Brando thought of was Roman, but he looked up and couldn't find the figure of Miss Merchant and Antitina. His heart was in a hurry and his counterhand swept out - the silver and white sword blade left a shadow in the dark environment, and the wind pressure connection split the three chairs right in the middle of the battle with Batom's figurine.

The dead spirit's body slipped, and the Redbeard mercenary seized the opportunity, lifting a sword and splitting the spirit figurine by half.

A shout broke apart, and several silver light balls burst into Brando's body from its wreckage.

Meanwhile, the cripple, assisted by Charles, pushed back another figurine, and they turned around and saw Brando shouting, “See Roman? ”

“We're here!” Antitina stood up on the other side with Roman in her arms, and the businessman waved his hand this way, not knowing what he was afraid of.

“Get down!” Brando shouted at them and said to Charles, "Charles, the wall! ”

The Young Wizard's Apprenticeship, the Priesthood, immediately lifted the ruby, and countless lines stretched out from the stone in all directions - Charles did his best to infuse it with his heart and his powers like running water - and the wall of the Law extended to fifty meters to include Antitina and Roman on the other side.

Hundreds of lines then lit up slightly, disappeared instantly, and an air wall was shaped empty-handed.

At this moment, the skeleton archers also completed their preparations. The bowstrings trembled like a storm. The flat arrows scattered down with a black line. The first row of guests brushed down one by one, and the second and third waves of outgoing humming fell down.

But Charles saved more people, and every time an arrow hit the air wall, a white light flashed, and the wall flashed dozens of times back and forth, and finally the fluctuating light joined.

But the wall finally awakened those who were stunned by the raids, many of whom had apprentices and subordinate elements, even one or two intermediate wizards. Most of these people didn't know what was going on at first, but they did. They get up, they spin the ring on their fingers —— or they just sing it out loud.

The wizards reached out and a white light appeared in the crowd stretching out the door above the auction site, even with one or two weak fireballs.

Then there was a series of explosions, airflow, bone fragments, scum, wood chips and dust, and at least Brando saw several skull bullets roll down from not far from him.

Then the smoke spread throughout the lobby, and Brando coughed twice, but the cough was already submerged in the noise surrounding him. He pushed away a recklessly colliding mercenary and shouted:

“Charles, Roman, get down! Come to me! ”

Brando was also worried if his voice had been heard by those above him, but soon he saw Barthom bursting out of smoke with a faint cripple, behind him was Charles, and behind him was Antina and Little Roman. Our businesswoman looks like a gray-headed little fox with a thick layer of gray on the tip of her nose - she can't help but throw up her tongue when she sees Brando looking at her.

“I thought it wouldn't rip behind Charles' wall, Brando. I'm sorry.” Although she has a palpitating tone, the expression on her face clearly says: It's exciting, I really want to do it again.

Brando slapped her in the forehead, and he glanced at Antitina and replied, "Thank you very much to Miss Antitina later, this is not the time. Now come with me, let's get out of here. ”

The nobleman Qianjin coughed in the back and whispered, “No need. ”

However, the young girl raised the tip of her chin slightly and there was a hint of hidden pride in her heart. She was born a member of the nobility and more or less inherited the pride of the ancient nobility of Eruin.

Antina didn't tell anyone, Boog? The Neisson family has a striking lily blossom logo on its complex family emblem, which, although only at the top of the shield, resembles the lily blossoms of the Corcova royal family. This suggests that this aristocratic family, once a branch of the royal family at some point hundreds of years ago, has fallen, but the nobility hidden in the bloodline still exists.

In fact, she designed the magic transmission device, which was inspired by a blueprint of a dust cover in the basement of the family, otherwise with her talent that didn't stand out, how could she have thought of walking this way?

It's just that Antina never wanted to admit to herself that the more depressed she was, the more she wanted to revive her ancestors. Unlike her little aristocratic father, she has been a strong girl since childhood.

But Barthom's words interrupted her thinking, and the red-bearing mercenary asked carefully, "Where are we going, Lord Knight? I don't know how many of these monsters are out there, I don't know how they got in, and the cripple said the underground deal would be tightly guarded, damn it...”

“We're going backstage.” Brando glanced around the smoke, answering. He had a long way to go, and it seemed that Madara's goal was to participate in the auction for the Prague elite, so their primary goal should be the upper compartment.

But what made him a little uncomfortable was that those three figurines had clearly come straight to him. He did not understand where he had attracted Madala's attention, and the young man thought and thought that the scope of suspicion could only be locked into whether the matter of his leadership of the refugees had been conveyed through what channels.

But he just killed a squadron captain. Isn't Stallone so desperate? It must not be easy to gather information about yourself and others and plan this operation, right?

I can't even say it's an entertainer.

Brando can only hope to exist as an additional goal in this operation, but in any event, he is aware of his existence and has gradually begun the process that affects the entire history.

This gave him a greater sense of urgency.

Otherwise, his strengths will gradually disappear.

Charles also shares Brando's view, but clearly goes further, as the young sorcerer apprentice apparently analyzed in depth the last time Brando and his discussion of equipment, attributes, and experience. His suggestion was that walking backstage was clearly more conducive to touching fish and that auctions and money that had not yet been able to turn around were clearly a treasure.

If Freya were here, she would certainly be dissatisfied with Charles' reference - unfortunately, this good-hearted and upright future goddess of martial arts is waiting to be honored at the headquarters of the Silver Wings Cavalry Corps.

Instead of replacing her as Brando's deputy and colleague, Antitina, although from a noble family, the essence of the nobility itself was not much different from that of a bandit in many times - not to mention that the lady had always been a pragmatist, and when she heard Charles's proposal, instead of stopping it, she immediately supplemented it with her own wisdom in an effort to make the plan viable.

As for Little Roman and Barthom, the former could not have taken all the exciting and surprising adventures to ignore whether or not it was illegal in itself. Besides, underground transactions are not legitimate in themselves.

And the latter, as Brando's 'minister’, would not object.

And not to mention the limp in a coma, even if he's not in a coma, I'm afraid he'll raise his hands and feet in favor. It's as described in the trail news and rumors circulating in the Prague Bar - if there's anything that makes the cripple in Black Pepper Lane happier than taking advantage, it must be taking advantage.

Seeing his nominal 'men’ in such a crisis, the first thought was still how to make a fortune, and then Brando couldn't help but wonder if it was good or bad.

But by the way, this style is the same as his performance in the 'Sword of Amber' - when 'Sophie, who lives for money’ was a famous name for some time. And that, of course, was the after-effect of how embarrassed he was at the beginning of the game - and then, as Eru disappeared from the smoke cloud, his reputation gradually moved away from him as he joined the Order of Churches.

But the adventure-loving factor in the style of action is still deeply rooted in his blood. Whether it's Sophie or Brando, they're all potential gamblers now.

And his style of action, more or less, influenced Batom, Roman and Charles, among others. Antitina, however, looked back at the girl and had a slight resemblance to him.

A few of you must have a plan and lean right down to the auction stand. However, they soon discovered that there were a number of people with the same thoughts as them, but only a few, if not none, of them were able to make their way against two warriors with close ‘upstream black iron' power and fifteen windy spiders, blocked by the figurines.

So only they broke through Madara's ‘assassins' blockade first and came to the platform below.

Brando first saw the auctioneer and his assistant who had fallen into the bloodstream, and the place on the platform where the spark was supposed to be was empty, and the treasure of the Value Added City was long gone. It made him frown, and there were two possibilities, one of which was that the spirit of death had taken the spark - and the other case was worth completing.

He and Charles looked at each other and saw each other's doubts.

Sparks are an invaluable treasure for most intelligent spirits, but not for dead spirits. The Spark is almost as worthless to Madara as the Spirit Fire and the Psychic Tower to expand their boundaries, information that the average person may not know, but can only hide from an old man in a game and a wizard apprentice.

Like him and Charles.

“There's a problem," Brando immediately stopped the sword in front of his chest, warning behind him.

And Charles protected the back of the team at the same time.

“What's going on?” Barthom asked.

But his voice had just fallen, a huge red object had descended from the sky, a blast had stepped onto the platform, and a loud 'click' had been made, which had stepped the wooden platform out of a huge cave and allowed the entire platform to soak up for time.

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(PS: Better today, hey, still can't eat meat. Tragedy, if I recover tomorrow, I'll start making up for what I owe you for two days, hey, I hope you'll forgive me a lot.

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