The Amber Sword

In the Cold Arms Age, a war is often less optimistic than one might imagine.

Until such face-to-face killings have been encountered, it is difficult for people living in peacetime to speculate on the spectacle of a pair of choosers swimming on the battlefield. The battle is how the cold, bright, snowy blade plunges into his throat, letting the blood splash and blend into the night - the dying struggle to stare at the final scenery he can see with a faint and powerless eye. That should be a picture that gradually fades away and stands still.

Then, as the blood choked backwards into the lung lobe, the wounded coughed in a loud and exhaustive manner, curling to death in an incredibly tragic manner.

But there are still a lot of people who want to replace, of course, the scenes in the novel play with real fights, just like the first players in Amber Sword and the later. Of course Brando had an identity at that time called "Sophie." He remembers that his first real battle in that game in the past was hilarious and ridiculous.

There was no imaginary pull, two armies against the other, in a similar reckless forest - the Del Dar Tal Forest. Brando still remembers that place, the dense jungle, stretching along the steep and rugged coastline, against a cave hidden between the cliffs and their hidden slave traders and their militia.

Because the real confrontation actually happens between the elite scouts - the players' large army pulls a beautiful discrete line in the jungle in an orderly fashion, roughly three times as many as the slave militias, or even more. But the balance of victory in a real confrontation does not necessarily depend on the number, and it is only natural that the start of the battle is accompanied by a downward chaos on the part of the players - members and organizers cannot find each other, and most can only form teams to fight each other.

For hours, both wings of the players were attacked, while thousands of people in the centre were delayed by only a small cavalry.

Yes, most people understand that the flanks are under attack.

But the problem is.

Where are you going?

Where's the flank?

When you are situated on a battlefield in an era of Cold Arms that is huge and spans several kilometres, you will find that it is not only a happy thing, but also a hopeful and undesirable luxury to overlook the entire battlefield at a 45-degree angle.

Brando remembered profoundly that he was in a forest of his own people, surrounded by banners - union, personal, knightly, waiter, swallowtail, square flag, but no one understood what that meant.

Most people, including him, could only march forward in clusters, following the crowd, blindly for several hours. Occasionally encountered a small group of slave militants, all embraced as if they were broken bamboo. At first, the players were excited and thought they were on the verge of victory. But then, if you look at the battlefield at this moment, you'll see that this huge team is already torn apart.

And two or three professional mercenaries are dressed in the middle of this torn cake, chewing it up like a worm.

By the time the sky gets late, it will be the enemy's flag on all sides.

Thinking back to that war, which was later dramatically called the 'Del Tal massacre' - in fact, the name portrays the situation of more than 1,700 players who were originally assembled by three trade unions. There is no doubt that these players are their brave fighters, and even in the end they formed their own teams and fought to the death, which of course resulted in the demise of the entire army.

In fact, it is truly ironic that throughout the morning and afternoon, the players did not cause much harm to the slave traders after they had fought each other at night.

Brando remembered the battle, not only with an embarrassing bitter smile, but also with a cold sweat. After that, it wasn't until the later Butch War (during the Second Black Rose War) that players gradually learned their lesson and learned how to set up the battlefield - which flags they needed. Players also learn to place the battlefield on a flat slope beneath a high altitude so that their commanders can see the battlefield ten kilometres across.

Just like now the 'wolf’ Makaro did.

Of course, fighting between mercenaries and bandits is far from war. However, the battle in the reckless forest was heterogeneous, and Brando strained the rope on one side, lest the thick bush stabbed the horse restlessly. He turned around and saw some people in the forest wearing green cloaks and big bows of teak paint flashed by. If you're a normal person, I'm afraid you can't even spot these guys.

Those are certainly not lizards, and Brando thinks that the lizards in the Balogon Forest should naturally be part of the Jungle Lizards. Although their granular scaly skin is also inky green, these small creatures are not as tall as the mountaineers. Without a doubt, those are the best hunters among the mountain folk - wearing forest shooters.

This is the name given to them by the Cruz who invaded the area more than two hundred years ago, a name that was like a ghost hovering over the forest for the soldiers of the Empire, but an honor for the mountain people. It means the fastest hunter, the most accurate shooter, the best Ranger.

“I don't know where Makaro got these Rangers," Brando thought silently as his fingers knocked unconsciously the metal accessories on the knockout rope. Of course he has heard the name 'one of the most distinguished rangers of all mankind', in fact he has fought alongside these rangers for some time in the past, or in the future, perhaps not for too long, but enough to impress him. “Have they been wandering the area for a long time? ”

With a good Ranger, it's much easier for a mercenary group to work.

Obviously, the 'wolf’ has quite a set in dealing with opponents...

In fact, Brando knew that in times of disorder, the mercenaries were much more familiar with their opponents everywhere than the latter were with them.

This is true of members of the ’Grey Wolf' mercenary regiment, who are no longer doing this type of work for the first time or for the second time. It is common to hire mercenaries to fight against bandit groups in the wilderness, and the more well-known the mercenaries, the more experienced they are. And ‘wolf' Makaro will naturally not be a nobody.

According to Brando himself, if a player is going to deal with a band of thieves, the best idea is naturally to pull each other's nest out once and for all. He took a look at Makaro's arrangement and realized that the other party's approach was the same as his own. But they also have the advantage that the location of the Lizard tribe has been determined, and the remains of the Silver Elf in Balogon are a tricky thing for outsiders to find, but easy for locals and mountain hunters.

Originally Brando was hesitant at first, and he wasn't sure if he had to join the adventure. After all, he could totally hire someone to follow him, and the waiter would walk. However, there is some risk that following a mercenary regiment could be seen as a serious act of provocation that might lead to unnecessary misunderstandings. Young people are reluctant to cut off branches, which is why the use of mercenaries is contemplated in the written texts.

But now it seems that he didn't expect to see so many people dressed in the woods under Makaro, which is a surprise. Of course, he was also reminded of a wake-up call. Fortunately, he did not follow the 'A' plan, otherwise the general guide could not have been spotted in front of the foresters.

He couldn't help but look at Makaro and Buga over there.

The ‘wolf' Makaro and Buga were all bandaged up, and Brando was forced to show his men in the woods, which was just a deterrent. Brando's fifteen men in the middle of the line are like a time bomb, like a moon on his back, but he's less likely to put them in front or behind, because that's more dangerous.

Of course, Macaro would have chosen to throw Brando out directly if he had the option. In fact, Buga has given him this indication more than once.

But Makaro finally shook his head.

He touched the scars on his face, and the 'Grey Wolf’ mercenaries could not do anything to disrespect the group's overall honour, although many mercenary groups did so - including even some of the now famous large mercenary groups - and their past was less glorious. But he and Buga actually understood that they were the same as the group ministry.

The two men looked at each other and remembered Eko's young man without a date.

“Eko's still in town?” Makaro asked.

Buga a little.

“Forget it, let him go. It's not his fault,” the red-haired middle-aged man shook his head and smiled bitterly: “Too bad we can't talk to him too much. ”

“He's doing it for you too. ”

“He saw the strangeness on the side of the cards, but he didn't know we knew. Drake was counting us, and that idiot didn't know, and we were counting him.” Makaro skewed away: "But now the real trouble is not with that guy, but with that young man on the team. I'm sure he's not with the cards now, but that doesn't make me less worried. ”

“It's ironic, you know.” ‘Coyotes' rarely mock themselves.

Boog feels the same way.

But Brando doesn't understand how much trouble his arrival has caused to the two future figures. There are about seventy people in their line of work, heading straight to the ruins of the Silver Pokémon in the forest. It would be best to strike a sneak attack. If not, it is estimated that this job will last for several days. Killing bandits in the forest is not a one-off thing.

It's just that he's riding on a horse, and he's thinking about something else.

He remembered that tactical post on the forum, but he couldn't think of a time when Makaro was involved with a mercenary group called the "Grey Wolf". Shouldn't it be "Mountain Blue"? The kind of light purple flowers that bloom in the mountains of the South. What's the use of that flower as a crest for the mercenary corps? He suddenly shook his head and threw this irrelevant thought out of his mind, and then it seemed like a flash of black skies and oceans. It was like he was thrown a bowl of cold water from scratch, and he remembered the link between the term and the previous one.

Grey Wolf Mercenary Group! By the way, Grey Wolf Mercenary Group!

Brando raised his head and felt that the surrounding mountain forests were dyed with a different color. It was just a simple job to clean up the bandits, but now there seems to be something wrong.

The Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps, by the way, has more than seventy members in sight. Of these, more than half are black iron, and a fifth are silver, and there are forest shooters, such a team to clean up more than a hundred Lizard robbers in the early 20s, what strategy is needed there? But there's got to be something wrong in there.

Brando just took a gentle breath and heard Antina asking in the back.

“It's not unusual why you put people there.” He hardly had to look back to think of the nobility frowning.

“What do you know, little girl?” This is the voice of the lady.

Brando immediately outlined a stinking face.

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