The Amber Sword

“Why, don't you?” Conrad smiled softly, drew a dagger and patted the girl on the cheek: “Since the people who left are not your companions, why risk their lives to defend them? ”

The dagger's cold blade reflects a heartfelt glow as if it were ice.

As if to feel the cold coming from the blade, the girl moved slightly, but she took a slight breath and whispered, “… it is my responsibility… not to beat you. I'm responsible for my own affairs. Only the weak will rely... on others in danger... to preserve themselves. ”

“Me, not you...” she answered half-opened, as if there was a flame burning in her eyes.

“Really?” Conrad was not angry: “But I have little patience. You have to know that the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps has seventy or eighty men, and not everyone is willing to keep their mouth shut for strangers like you. They were mercenaries, I remember, and it seemed unnecessary to be so loyal to them. If that's the case, the end result won't change, so why do you have to hold on? I'm not happy about killing, that's why I'm giving you a chance, little girl. You don't want to cry at your weak Lord Martha, do you? ”

Sy's eyelashes moved.

The young man awaits her answer.

But the girl just bit her teeth and shook her head gently: "Others are others, I am me.” That's her answer.

“Then I'll just have to say goodbye, little girl. ”

Sy strained herself at that moment, and her face grew pale - after all, she was just an ordinary person, even as a mercenary who was used to living and dying, but still feared at the last moment. But this fear did not defeat her insistence, and she remained silent by biting her teeth off. Just hold your hands tightly into fists, waiting for fate as if it were fate, close the corner of your eyes to shed two lines of crystalline tears.

Conrad turns around.

The Black Fire Dark Cleric who had been standing behind him nodded his head, as Conrad said, and in front of them these grey wolf mercenaries seemed to be in their pockets. As for prisoners, there is no need to worry about this, not to mention by the definition of a mercenary, who, while living and forgetting to die in battle, does not easily give up his life for some meaningless insistence.

Makaro and Buga want to keep that secret, no one else needs it.

The two of them are well aware of this.

The young man picked up the dagger and stabbed the girl in the chest.

Black Fire's subordinate dark clerics watched the scene indifferently, as if the blooming red blood did not represent the passing of a life, but merely a beautiful scroll to admire. He heard a clicking sound in the red girl's throat, and Sy seemed eager to grab something at the last minute, but her eyes suddenly opened and her eyes gradually became empty and she lost her temper.

Consciousness and strength are rapidly leaving the girl's body, but at the last minute she still can't help thinking about it - doesn't she know that she's dead? So life is really so fragile...

All of a sudden, she felt very tired, but then she felt like someone was putting something in her chest--

“What is that...? ”

……

“What's that? ”

Conrad turned around and saw a black firefighter in a black robe put a black ruby stone with a glow of spectre right in the center of the girl's chest. Immediately a few beams of light, like the root of a plant, penetrated the wound under the dagger and then extended along the already stalled vein of the girl to the limbs. Soon, a pale red corpse covered the entire body.

“Blood of God, Lord Messenger.” The Dark Goddess replied simply.

“You want to wake her up as a figurine? ”

“No.” The dark priest shook his head.

“The woman's ability to resonate with the elements of her weapon and to defeat our high-ranking people with the power of downstream silver demonstrates her great potential. This potential stems from the fact that at her age she possesses such a gift.” This dark man sandy under the cloak said: “I gave her the blood of the god of thunder, Kabai, and if I succeeded in summoning a god, it would be too much of a gamble for me. ”

“Superior divine blood? ”

Conrad couldn't help but squint his eyes: "How did you get this, a junior cleric like you, who is not qualified to take over such a grade? ”

“Occasionally, luck is important, and chaos makes sense.” The Dark Goddess replied.

The young man hummed softly, looking down at Sy's body, and the black red beam gradually wrapped her in a cocoon.

“The odds of failure are also high.” He said.

“That loss was just a good corpse.” The dark cleric replied calmly.

“Whatever you want, I'm about to launch an attack. You'd better stay away. Buga and Makaro are not ordinary people. They're fighting for their lives. I'm afraid I'm going to lose half my life.” Conrad turned around and looked out of the woods. But despite what he said, the right hand with the white gloves was still lightly placed on the handle of his fine sword.

The Dark Goddess knew the main part of the operation and therefore did not contest it, but simply pushed his head aside. But when he stopped, he looked up and said, "Is it true that the people who left the team were Eko?" ”

“The odds are high. ”

Conrad walked out of the woods, and he said, "It's not bad anyway. They can't get out of here anyway. If I want them dead, they have to die. ”

The dark cleric smiled silently and sarcastically.

……

In the quiet mountains, the silence quickly broke for a word--

“So the Lord knew it was the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Lantoniland? ”

“Of course not, Miss Antittina, I was just skeptical at first.” Brando sighed and replied, "But the young lady reminded me that she was a star, but another identity was Ike's fiancée. I met them at the Black Tower, I just didn't think of them for a moment. ”

Of course, that's not the truth, and Brando couldn't have seen either of them in the Black Tower. But it doesn't matter, he didn't think anyone would jump out and tear him down anyway. And he wasn't totally lying, and he did see Yura until just now, because she wasn't an unknown person in history, she could say she was later Eruin's most famous astrologer, and at the same time, she was incredibly powerful.

In the history of Amber Sword, Brando clearly remembers Yura as a 'Chosen One', and her inborn blindness attests to this from the side. The Chosen One is De Marchant's favorite, but mortals are mortals, and a flawed body cannot accept such perfect strength. Thus, when divine power is born, the body itself is damaged.

In Warnde's long history, only two heavenly candidates have no physical defects - one is the hero of history's flaming nations, Gilt, the flaming king of one of the four saints. And the other, born in this day and age, is holding Madara's cold mercury wand, His Majesty the future Emperor. And while most of the other contestants are famous, they are always flawed.

At this point, however, it is to be said that Yura may become a master of martial arts in the future, even after the elements have been converted, once reached the 150th level of strength during the peak period, which helped the Duke of Lune to stand on his feet with the coalition of the goddess of martial arts and the princess of the Regent. This‘ fact ’, I'm afraid, can only be told to others as a joke.

“Was her natural talent awakened in this war?” Brando suddenly had this idea flashing in his head.

He did have the heart to fight for this future first-class strong man. Unfortunately, Yura was already inclined to Ike this time of year. Although the Duke of Lantonilan was still inclined to the royal family at this time, the breakdown was also a recent matter. Brando calculated the date and found that he had neither the ability nor the time to recover the matter.

He was not too worried, however, that Eko and Yura eventually led to the reunification of the Eruin Middle Age, except that unfortunately both of these talented figures had died young and Yura had left a daughter in history. He remembered that after the death of Princess Regent and the goddess of martial arts, the name was Elara. Lantonilan. Ofelia's girl led Eruin's last resistance.

But by then Brando had left the front line of the battle with Madara and joined Grace, the Knights of the Church country.

Antittina listened to Brando's explanation, but still stared at him skeptically: "Well, the whole thing was ostensibly a fight between two mercenary regiments, but a continuation of the war between the nobles." Wolf "Makaro is the minister of the Duke of Loun? The whole Greywolf Mercenary Corps is the escort of a young man named Ike? So what does the Card Mercenaries want, just an assassination? ”

“No, most of the members of the Grey Wolf mercenary group may not have known," Brando asked. "You should have known that almost all of Lord Rune's family was killed in that assassination when the Grand Duke of Anrek came to power. ”

“Of course, noble blood stained the coup in that month, how could I not have heard...” Antitina's eyes flashed.

“In fact, the Duke of Loun knew about the assassination long before he had deported his only son, so that in that change, in fact, he had systematically arranged for the death of others to cover this only descendant.” Brando took a sip and replied calmly.

The struggle between the nobles was so bloody after Antitina had heard it, and in a sense the Duke of Loun could not have done more.

Roman looked this way not far away, but she didn't seem interested in the topic.

“So I'm afraid they're going to use this sole descendant to coerce the Duke of Loun?” The nobleman thought for a moment and looked up and asked.

“Very responsive,” Brando praised: "The Duke of Rune is by far the most powerful supporter of the royal family, and some people need to make a move, naturally shaking this' Royal Stone 'first. ”

“So…? ”

Antitina frowned worryingly, and while the turbulent situation was an advantage to them, as a people of the kingdom, she did not want the worst to happen.

“Less than three months.” Brando replied.

“Makaro knew all about this too?” Antitina raised her head and asked, suddenly she reacted: “He deliberately lured the Black Firemen here, and he wanted to use the mercenary group as bait? ”

“I'm afraid so. ”

The teenage girl took a breath, which was more than a hundred lives, even following her old man for at least 10 years, according to Brando; although she understood that only cold blood could survive the cruel struggle, she could not help but catch some cold hands and feet when she was in real contact. She suddenly glanced at Brando and thought to herself, "Is that what your lord thinks?"

But Brando's eyes still fell on the valley below, and he knew there was a problem waiting for him.

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