The Amber Sword

With a little sweetness in the breeze at the end of the summer, under the warm ocean sun, August has passed and October is approaching.

Young people reach out to the blue sky, five fingers covering their horizons, allowing soft sunlight to flow out of their finger seams, and the light changes and is extraordinarily beautiful. Then he sighed, lowering his hand, and the green mountains surrounding Chablis returned to the curtains - the air was dry and comfortable, and the weather was sunny and pleasant.

It's just that the dark greenery that has swept through the mountains since the height of the summer has faded. Leaves like ginkgo, cedar and suspended wood first began to take on a light yellow layer, and the incense trees in the forest became pale red. The speckled colors, like the oil flowing into the palette, blend together to create a natural beauty that is moving.

Sitting on his horse's back, he grabbed the reins with one hand and stared not far away at a gray-white cliff that appeared prominently in the sun - the junction of the rivers beneath the mountains, a brick red roof, the town of Chablis. Chablis was hardly famous for his past games, and Brando only knew that it was located in the central part of Jean de Nell, where he lived in Eru because of the few ethnic minorities - the mountain people.

There is a dense forest in the north of the town, and the remains of the old Silver Pokémon were hidden under a stacked canopy called the Balogon-Saint-Guerlace Ruins, which used to be an open temple of the Silver Pokémon. The silver courtyard was built in the middle of a dense forest, connected by a holy white arcade, which fits into the mysterious and majestic beauty of this ethnic philosophy.

But as early as the year of the Shadow Dragon, the elves had left the area for unknown reasons and the temple had been abandoned, and now it was inhabited by a group of lizard bandits, if Brando remembered correctly. There was no background to this area in past games, and the reason the players went to fight over the relics of the Temple of the Pokémon was to plunder the wealth of Lizard Bandits. Of course, the game designers gave them a reason to be more crowned, mostly for killing people like that.

This makes Brando laugh. Players never needed any excuses, but game designers had to find ways to reconcile his world, so they had to help these games' locusts’ find some reason to look as reasonable as possible. Except for the drama party, it's a hard thing to do.

But now that he's changed his mind, he finds the backgrounds he didn't know before, and now he seems to be back in the fog.

Brando had never been to Chablis before, because there were no fewer than a hundred copies of past games like the Balogon-Saint-Guerlace relics in the Golan Elson region alone, and players had to venture into other provinces when they were low, and the designer's thinking was biased in that direction - when advanced, players began to become liquid across regions and countries.

But as a senior player, he has heard more or less about these areas: the ruins of the Balogon-Saint-Guerlace temple in Chablis, where lizard bandits are held, or the weathered mausoleum of Livistan, which is packed with dead creatures, and the floating city of Caracel - where players fight the havoc.

Each is an adventurous story of wealth and treasure mirrored by a sword and light.

When Brando was collecting this information, he probably wouldn't have expected to come to these places one day, but at this point he stood on the hill and looked down at Chablis —— a piece of roof over which the cooking smoke seemed to rise up a leaning line and dissipate into the void. I felt a touch in my heart, thanks to the fact that I didn't pick up cheap thoughts at all, otherwise I really need to erase my eyes now.

He thinks about the ruins of Balogon-Saint-Guerlace and the Lizard Bandits.

But the Chablis is as beautiful as the Forum said, and peace and tranquillity wants to keep one's heart here forever, like a calm harbour.

Roman took her beloved pony out of the woods in the back - bought it from a dealer who sent Denel to Pragues, and she couldn't help but ride. The businesswoman looked curiously at the mountain waters of Chablis and her dark eyes sparkled with excitement:

“Brando, is this it?” She asked.

“Ah," Brando nodded, nodding: “This is Chablis, the name Chablis was left behind by the former Silver Elves, meaning 'Sweet Mountains’. Looks like we're lucky that Madara's spirit hasn't passed through here, and it's still as quiet as ever. ”

But he thought it was not surprising that the Stallone march would certainly choose a more affluent area.

I'm sure that the black jazz bypassed the hard bone of Pragues in order to detour Denel for the good, but of course he won't be fine in the remote summer loaf hills of this poor country.

Besides, these are ‘stories’ that have happened in history, and Brando's breasts are full of bamboo.

“Chablis, do you have any snacks?” The merchant lady immediately asked again.

“You can try the mountain people's hot pot.” Brando looks back at this girl he loves and smiles, “but it seems like since you left Maggie Tan, little Roman, you've grown taller and fatter. ”

As soon as Roman listened, a pair of little eyebrows stood up and hurried to argue: "No, I won't get fat, I just eat less.” But it sounded more like self-comfort, and she whispered her hand against her waist and frowned.

It seemed like a contradiction between food and fattening, which left her in distress for a while.

“Sir Knight, is there a tablet here that you say is a sage?" ”The girl's face has gradually turned red over the days when Antitina rode on a bright black horse, like a satin, no longer having the morbid paleness she had when she first met Brando - though traveling to Lawton, at least not worrying about her next meal every day.

Her horse was tied to a long scroll box containing not only the crystals of her wisdom and her most precious possessions, but also Brando's most valued priceless treasure. He insisted on bringing Antina because of the sheepskin painted with all kinds of lines.

The girl coughed twice and looked up at a clear sky, muttering: “It's almost October. ”

“Rest assured, no one should have made it this time.” Brando knows what teenage girls are asking.

More than a month after they left Prague, the news of the truce between Eruin and Madala reached the House of Lords in every part of the South at the end of August. At that time, they had just arrived in Jean de Neil, first to set foot in Magitan, the capital of the Count's ‘Forest City'.

Brando sent a sage tablet in the foggy forest west of Maggie Tan, but that sage tablet is as good for the local Northwind Church as it was in previous games. Brando had no sympathy with Count Jeannel's Northwind knights and had to leave after a period of time in the area.

But in Maggie Tan, he introduced Roman to one of the most famous snacks in the area, a honey dessert, which led to the businesswoman now interested in snacks everywhere.

To think of it, Brando couldn't help but smile, but suddenly realized the December coup: two months to go. He thinks he won't make it, but he can only reassure the future Princess Regent and the girl from Butch countryside...

Freya.

I'm sure Freya has arrived at the Royal Knights College in the private domain of the princess at this time, but I don't know how nervous the situation is right now. But manpower is sometimes poor, and he doesn't have the money to play games between the hounds right now. Brando's biggest task at this point is to constantly grow himself, and when he talks about growing himself, he can't help but think that this is the time when Leto's people should have entered the territory of the province of Anlek.

“We're looking for that tablet here?” Antitina asked.

“Well, there's a relic of a silver elf north here, and rumor has it that the tablet is in it.” Brando replied. What he wanted was to find a guide who knew the background of the area, but because he had never been to Chablis, he did not know exactly where the ruins of Balogon-Saint-Guerlace were.

It's just that there's a lizard robber in the ruins, and I'm sure it won't be as easy as he thought. In the past, the Balogon-Saint-Guerlace ruins were a Grade 23 copy, far below the forbidden orchard of the Golden Demon Tree, but there are no shortcuts.

He thought about it, but decided to go into town first.

……

The three men descended along a gentle hillside and entered Chablis in less than half an hour.

In fact, the town of Chablis is very different from most towns in the south of Eruin, and the mountaineers built this small town in the mountains - it's not an easy thing. They built up their ancestral wisdom with stones to flatten slopes, so the new part of the town was always stacked on the old part, and over time, the whole town went up a layer of the river at the foot of the mountain, more like a stone fortress.

If you want to describe this town with an impression, it's a staircase, a staircase of staggered numbers. Buildings are arranged side by side on floor-upward platforms, with narrow, long steps connecting these space-stroken platforms.

It also maintains the pristine landscape of the southern mountains of Eruin, where the mountaineers rarely use magical powers and build stone engraved posts on either side of the stone steps, where hollows are placed in a fire basin, replacing oil lamps or magic street lamps.

Brando remembers that Chablis had only one bar, a hotel called Chablis Lantern Grass, which was the name of the Chablis player's edition at the forum, and that's why he remembered this legendary hotel.

Said it was legendary because the only hotel was almost the home of all foreign adventurers, mercenaries and players throughout Chablis, and it looked like a spacious lobby with rooms under it. Travelers usually gather in the lobby above to exchange information with each other, and this is the only hotel in the entire southern part of Eru.

But all the way into the town, Antina and Roman hadn't noticed anything yet, but Brando immediately and acutely discovered a slightly unusual scent.

He immediately weighed carefully, passing the streets in three or two different ways from the traditional clothes of the surrounding mountain people, mostly at a very old age, some of whom also cast doubtful eyes on the three of them. And Brando recognized them almost immediately - travelers, adventurers, mercenaries and monster hunters.

These people would have appeared anywhere in Warnde, just...

There seems to be too much for this little place, Chablis.

This isn't the Chablis who used to play a lot of players. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)