The Amber Sword

Freya quiet down.

She seemed distracted for a moment and looked up at him, her pale brown eyes sinking like a pair of brown gems. The maiden knight raised her left hand and hesitated for a moment before removing the ring from her index finger: "Brando, take this ring. Outside, you need it more than I do. ”

Brando glanced slightly at the fire ball ring and the sparkling ruby glistened in the candlelight.

He looked again at Freya, who slipped over his face and said, "This ring belongs to you, too. I, I... just borrowed it temporarily, remember? ”

The bartender, who had been talking to him before, stood up and patted the young man on the shoulder, laughing: "Dude, it looks like you're having a little trouble. I'll go ahead and talk to you later about the wine glass.” After that, he picked up the cup and walked to the other side of the bar, intellectually, dealing with a few drunk mercenaries.

The young lady knight with the long ponytail saw the scene and had to shut her mouth consciously, unable to say a word.

Brando shook his head and smiled, but his faint smile could not hide the warmth of his heart. He looked at Freya and again felt the weight of the word partner in his heart. He had left only one message for Freya, but this stubborn girl from Butch Country insisted on seeing him after seeing Roman.

Of course, he knew that the other party was not just sending a ring, but rather containing concerns under that move.

Freya was confused at the moment, and she pinched her fist. When she first heard that Brando and the others were leaving, there was only one thought in her mind - even if she ran out of her head, she just had to see everyone - and that feeling was like a child who couldn't live without an adult.

Calm down and just feel hot on your face.

She has been considering such a question. She wants to go to Wang Li Cavalry College in Eruin alone, leave everyone, especially Brando, can she really do what Brando told her? Have the power to protect Little Phyllis and protect everyone.

Freya felt her mind filled with anxiety and doubts about an uncertain future. Brando was like the straw that saved her life in front of her, but she was afraid to reach out and grasp each other tightly.

The knight stared at Brando's corner and stunned for a moment.

Brando, of course, sees through her thoughts, because Freya's thoughts are like writing on her face. He smiled, reached out and took the ring. The knight glanced slightly and raised her head: “You, you accept? ”

“Of course, how dare I refuse the ring that Lord Wushu gave me.” Brando laughed. But he knew that Freya wouldn't be in any danger at the Knights Royal College, and he did now score an extra point, otherwise he would never have accepted the ring just to reassure Freya.

“The goddess of martial arts? ”

“In my hometown, there is a story about the goddess of martial arts. The legendary goddess of Wu Yingzhasha was happy, and she held a swallowtail flag with one hand and a long sword with the other, leading her people to victory. Guard her country.” Brando looked at her and smiled, thinking of the story of another martial arts goddess.

At the end of the Baird First Century, the lady, dressed in silver armor, looked at each of her men with shiny, light brown eyes. Brando remembers that the background should have been the dark sky of Fort Meggel, where the broken flag of the Silver Crusades was powerlessly pulled on the spear - and the woman general rode her love horse, Silver Sand, shorter than many of the warriors - not much higher than Freya is today.

At the time, she kept the long ponytail that had been stuck behind her head since the Butch era, and the warm brown ponytail hair on the battlefield, which represented a name that could be relied upon. Make everyone feel safe, because that's Freya, the guardian of Eruin, the goddess of martial arts.

Freya looked down at each of them and slowly walked past each of them in her own silver gown.

Light rain falls in the sky.

Her only men were more than a hundred college students from the Royal Knights College, many of whom were descended from the great nobility, some of whom later became their most intractable enemies. But at that time, they were all behind that knight, a knight in a white robe, who followed her all the way to the eyes of the mutineers.

When frustration, despair and despair overshadow their minds, every one of them loses confidence. Eruin is finished, this broken country, is not a rival to the mighty Madara. They complained about themselves, shook their heads and sighed about how they had chosen to be born in a country like this, with no hope, no tomorrow, only the humiliation of failure.

But when these young knights appeared, it was like there was a pure light, like a sword that slowly separated the dark clouds of the sky.

Brando will never forget that scenario--

The first words of the woman general were as follows:

“Soldiers, please turn around and join me in defeating Madara--”

“Forgive me for not being able to appreciate the cold, the hunger, the fear and the pain of this moment, but I can see from you a deep depression, which I share. Because at this moment, our fatherland, failing, we will retreat, and the dead will sweep our fatherland. We are losers, no matter how cunning. ”

“Are we really going to have to do this when we can't choose all this and this frustration suffocates us? Soldiers? No, please turn around, but we have at least one chance to take you back together and fight again. ”

“Please believe me. ”

She pressed her hand against her chest.

“I will fight alongside you. ”

“I am ready to assume all responsibility for this. ”

“Follow me and let me die before you. Let me use this promise in exchange for the courage of the man--”

It was the first time a silver lily flower had sparkled on the battlefield, the legend of the goddess of martial arts, and had since written a poem in the Eruin spectrum that touched countless players. Speaking of the guardian of Eruin, perhaps the player has a deeper memory of such a name than most NPCs.

Because it was she who brought them out of their failed destiny, honored them, and made Eruin a proud name. She is their flag and the source of Eru's pride in the players who are willing to fight for her because each of them is willing to fight for their honor.

Eruin's war song was written by an ordinary player who was not famous on the forum, but was sung by countless people ——

We are proud of Eruin.

Even if it fails, noble heads cannot be lowered.

Our courage is inscribed on our sword.

Our conviction is to defend our flag.

The blood of the Eluynes is flowing down the road to their destination.

What we yearn--

One day, the silver lily flag was raised again.

What we yearn--

It is the faith of Eluin, and it never ceases.

When we die, the voices of our souls still echo.

Return to this land.

It speaks of...

This is our homeland.

Our beloved land.

Brando lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. And when he looked up again, he saw Freya lowering her head and whispering to him, “How could I do the same thing as the legendary character, Brando, I'm a very stupid girl, I just want to do the best I can. ”

Yeah, you do your best, it's the source of this legend.

The young man looked at each other, and he admired exactly how serious Freya was. Even if it were a small thing, this young girl from Butch Country would do her best, and perhaps she didn't know what potential she had, but one day the gold would shine from the mud sand at the bottom of the river.

He laughed, “Just think of it as a dream. ”

Freya glanced at him and nodded and asked, “Is this the legend of the Highland Knight? ”

Brando nodded.

Freya came down silently for a while and whispered, "Is there anything else you want to tell me, Brando? ”

“No, wait...” Brando hesitated for a moment before calling each other. And he thought, "Freya, what do you think of Eruin?” When Brando said that, he deliberately lowered his voice. In fact, his eyes had swept the bar long ago to see if anyone was paying attention to them.

“Eruin? How about that?” The girl stunned.

“If you compare the country to a human being, Eluin is now, like a sick, dying old man.” Brando replied.

Freya stopped at once.

For some time, she was no longer the captain of an innocent female militia in the past. After seeing the obscenities between the nobles, she was full of anxiety about the figures in the upper society who were in charge of the country's destiny, but she did not understand where the problem was.

Is that what it's supposed to be?

Or did something go wrong?

An uneasy girl can only comfort herself. In this world, there is darkness when there is light. Maybe everything's going to be all right. It's just a cycle of history. But deep down, I always wonder if it's just my past perception of the world that's been naive.

But she didn't think that the first sentence Brando had left her with had ruled out all the comforting thoughts in her heart, leaving only the worst.

At one point, Freya couldn't say a word.

“Freya, listen to me.” Brando was hesitant to say this again and again, and he was always worried that he would affect the future path of this goddess. But eventually he made up his mind —— because Freya wasn't just the goddess of martial arts, that was just a shadow in his heart —— she was more, a partner he could trust.

He had no real relatives in the world, and Freya had lost her adult parents, both of whom needed each other's support more than they did. In fact, since that night in Green Village, Brando understood that he was involved with this goddess of martial arts and could not be cut off again.

It's like two lonely, weak people leaning on each other in the dark. It is hard for Brando to imagine being able to connect with the world without these people in Butch, without feeling lonely that doesn't exist from time to time. And the same is true for Freya at this moment.

“Eruin may no longer be able to return to the peace of the past, and only a dramatic change can save the country. Of course, dramatic change can also tear it apart, but every one of us in this age can only try to save it, and I don't know how many people can see through it. I don't know how many people can understand what I'm saying, but Freya, do you understand? ”

The knight stared at him, but nodded unconsciously.

“Do you now understand why I'm sending you to Wang Li Knight Academy? ”

“But I...”

“Freya, do your best. ”

“I don't know if it's true, Brando, but I want to believe you,” Freya took a breath and said with some anxiety, "but I'm a little confused right now. I'm just scared, Butch. Can't we change everything? ”

“So I'm also doing my best, Freya, and I need your help. ”

The girl looked at him and stopped: “What am I... going to do? ”

“If anything happens, support Her Royal Highness upside down. I have heard that Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin of Eruin has a good name, and if anyone in the Corcova dynasty can lead the country out of its predicament, we can only trust her.” Brando thought about it and said, "At the Knights College, I'm sure you'll have a chance to meet her. ”

“Brando, why do you know so much.” Freya couldn't help but ask, "Are you kidding me? ”

“I'd love to, but when you're a chess player, whether you like it or not, you can see the whole story. You'll see later, Freya.” Brando laughed. “Don't worry, we'll all meet again. Freya, don't forget what I said, I'll stand behind you--”

The young lady knight lowered her head and thought about it, which made her whisper: “I get it, then I'm going. ”

Freya was lonely as if she were a single migratory bird when she said that, turning around, Brando had an impulse to call the young girl from Bucci's hometown. But he finally put up with it, and Freya had her own way, and he couldn't be so selfish.

But it was at this time that the girl stopped again, and she turned back: "Brando. ”

“Hmm?”

“I… please take care of Roman, my best friend. ”

After that, she walked out of the bar without going back. Only Brando was left alone, and there was a fine glimpse of what she had in her last sentence. But this young man ended up shaking his head and lifting the glass he had placed on the bar.

I'm sorry, it's been a long year and I don't have the guts to say anything. Try to write more on the number of words in the chapter.) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)