The Amber Sword

Brando's gaze fell silently and silently into the quiet valley below.

When the pastoralists inevitably hit their pedestrian head, he was also looking for a breakthrough. The ‘Coyote’ Makaroo's late suspicions succeeded in deceiving him, the herdsmen and even the players who had carried out the plot in the past, skilfully sending out the only sons of the Duke of Rune into danger.

Cunning foxes are tall, but with enough information, young people are not fuel-saving lights either. He stopped and tapped his jaw with his fingers. He was confident that his wisdom came from the accumulation of ancestral players, and a group of people's wisdom was always better than one person's.

The water is stirred up, but the fish don't necessarily drift--

Makaro could not have dreamed of sleeping in this quiet northern forest on an altar of order abandoned for two hundred years.

But as Brando said to Antina, this altar was not the first thing he discovered.

The altar was discovered by the monks of the Temple of Eruin's Fire as early as the first century, a year before the separation (100 years). But less than a century ago, the altar strangely disappeared from all records, just as it never existed.

It's just that the players are the players, the people who did the scene back then, but they eventually dug the whole ‘story' out of Dusty History through a little bit of horseshit —— just about they didn't expect that a series of surveys they did with interest would eventually cheapen Brando.

Around the moment she noticed the lord wandering, Antittina looked down at the crown of a furry forest, but she looked half-hearted and found nothing.

The nobleman looked back at Brando and noticed the seriousness and seriousness of the young man's face and wisely did not speak again.

She also guessed that Makaro had no reason not to drag his own people into the water. She hummed in her heart and subconsciously placed a line of nobility represented by the Duke of Loun on an unpopular list.

The walkers gradually descended into the valley.

Two Rubis mercenaries walked in front of each other, the inverted knife splitting on a dripping branch, occasionally reflecting the starlight on the face of the knife, and the brilliant light flashed in front of everyone.

Brando paid 2 points of wealth from his resource warehouse to keep the 'Mercenary of Rubis' card on the spot. And then he looked at the resources that he could use —— including the 10-point water deposits in a few weeks, and the nearly 150-point wealth —— and that was enough. He raised his head and squinted his eyes.

Young people see their own 'summoning creatures' in front have stopped.

The two mercenaries, who seemed a little confused and afraid to believe what they saw, stopped and looked back at Brando. “Lord, there's a...”

“What do you have? ”

Tiger Bird harshly questioned the two mercenaries, the youngest in his ranks, who were intent on giving them exercise and were not expected to be so ashamed of their performance. He said as he walked up to separate the bushes in front of him as if to make up for the mistakes of his men.

But the next moment, he stayed.

Behind the dense woods is an open wooded meadow at least three football fields, while a vine-filled shrine stands quietly in the center of it.

A tiger took a breath before raising his head subconsciously, and he could almost imagine how spectacular this magnificent building used to be in the light of the sun, because even today, he still rarely sees the old glory of the shrine under its lush branches.

Its structure is simple: it is a cylindrical temple pulled from the ground, with an arcuate vault flashing in the moonlight with a marble holy white light.

But it's tall enough to compensate for the shortcoming of simplicity, nearly sixty feet tall, standing in an empty space like a giant's shadow ——

Brando stopped and measured the exterior of the shrine from the outside. In style, it belongs to the fairy goddess. Unfortunately, this era has long been turned into a star in heaven by their will. All that remains in this world is their will and their laws to transform the world.

Gods rarely penetrate into the world of mortals, and that is why these noble beings are revered by the creatures on earth.

But after losing the protection of divine power, the shrine inevitably lost its former glory. Brando sees the southern corner of it and doesn't know how many years it hasn't been visited.

“Ah!” The businesswoman walking up the back made a small exclamation.

“This is...” Antitina also stunned.

“This is the temple of the Silver Elf," Brando used to see those gorgeous and magnificent buildings in past games, and the Elves, Dwarves and Wings were born architects, and their city was stunningly magnificent - so he just lost consciousness and returned to God from the surprise of seeing the temple for the first time: “It was originally the royal cemetery of the Silver Elf, and even then humans hadn't remodeled the place. ”

Unlike forest elves, humans have always regarded silver elves as their strongest allies, a feeling that has been so precious since the Battle of the Saints defeated the Dragon of Darkness that it remains so in today's lower civilian population.

“The King's Tomb?” Antitina turns around: “How could the King's Tomb be an altar? ”

“For the first kings of the Silver Pokémon took a solemn vow to defend their homeland with eternal life. Shaye, the Elf Goddess, communicated with Lord Martha and left their spirit here forever. ”

“Pokémon bio nest?” The nobleman asked.

Brando nodded.

“How could it be abandoned? ”

“ostensibly because of the war. In fact, the whole thing was concealed because the Eluíns were reluctant to participate in the war between humans and humans, something that almost pissed Martha off," Brando looked back at Antittina and Roman and replied, “You won't find a single relevant record in any volume of literature in the kingdom. ”

The two girls nodded together and they did not ask Brando why he knew, so they knew the answer must have been 'the truth about history as documented by the wizards’!

“There may be room for reactivation of this altar.” Brando seemed to be dying in shock and surprised everyone with his mouth.

“What?”

“Don't get excited, it's just possible.” But only he himself knew, if the offense was not a lie. The chances of activation are 100 percent. Just because it is a dramatic task constraint, the ‘creature' generated from it can only exist for thirty days, but thirty days is more than enough for one task.

But Brando said, "How can Antina and the tiger not be excited?" It's a biological nest, even if it's only possible to activate it, but the benefits behind this "possibility" are too great.

The message is like a shiny chest in front of everyone, which may be full of gold and silver jewellery or empty. But I'm afraid most people can't stay calm in front of such a chest.

Tiger Bird licked his lips and whispered, “What shall we do, Lord? ”

Brando looked back at them and raised his finger to the two mercenaries behind him and said, "You two are the elements, right? ”

“Yes, my lord.” The two mercenaries nodded together.

“So do you have a crossbowman? ”

“Yes.” Tiger Sparrow immediately points four people out of the team: “Enough? ”

“Enough.” Brando said as he took a roll of rope out of his backpack: "Come on four people and I'll go, I'll arrange a tactic. ”

Antitina frowned: "Is there a battle? ”

“Rest assured, it's just a little ghost knight.” Brando was just finishing his speech and saw the tiger's face turning blue. He stunned and asked subconsciously: “What's wrong with you? ”

“Lord, you said 'little... ghost knight’?” Tiger Sparrow asked weirdly.

When Brando coughed, he remembered that the Ghost Knight was not worth mentioning, but was a true Lv35 elite spirit. Even on offense, he repeatedly and solemnly ordered that at least twenty players with a reasonable professional match be required to use the warrior against this "little BOSS" in this copy of the plot.

But that strategy was a pregame of the ancient era, and by that time, the player's mind had changed. There are no ten or nine special ways to deal with a Ghost Knight.

To understand this, Brando consoled himself: "Don't worry too much, the Ghost Knight has a fatal flaw, and it won't be hard to deal with it at my behest. ”

Tiger Bird looked at his lord with a half-hearted suspicion, and if he was a mercenary in general, he would probably have turned around by now. Just kidding, the Phantom Knight is one of the most horrible creatures in wilderness legends - rumours of benz beneath the moon in the forest, quietly claiming the lives of the living, below the Golden Swordsman, in its hands is nothing but a picture.

Let's not say that the top of the twelve black iron mercenaries are estimated to have been massacred twice as often.

But that's also why people don't deal with these legendary creatures very often, and after all, they're not like players, they're dead and they're resurrected. Experience can be piled with life, where NPC is not naturally as powerful as the player.

But after all, the tiger was summoned by Brando, so he nodded.

This allowed Antittina to see more confirmation of her speculation about the noble family, although she did not point that out. Instead, he asked, "This is not the Elf King's tomb, but Martha's shelter. How can evil spirits appear? ”

Brando hummed: "The monks of the Temple of Fire tried to preserve the nest and forcibly change the oaths made by the dead. As a result, the power of chaos was plunged into thin air and the altar of order was contaminated, leading to the emergence of evil spirits - legend has it that Martha was furious, indirectly leading to a change of dynasty in the Sifah dynasty. ”

The aristocratic maiden nodded, unexpectedly there were legends like this.

“Sir, are you talking about that...” It was at this time that the mercenary who had been watching the direction of the shrine suddenly turned back nervously and pointed in that direction.

Brando turned around subconsciously.

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