The Amber Sword

Perhaps you should say so.

The fighting is over before it begins.

The high-ranking black firemen in silver, in front of the Phoenix Guard Pokémon Heavy Infantry, who mastered the power of the elements, were powerless as newborn chicks. Silver Elves, a nation that has long lived as an arrogant race that admires combat skills. Their heavy infantry is far more than just excellent physical qualities and well-equipped. You can totally imagine how helpless you can be in the face of a warrior who has continuously refined his fighting skills for centuries.

An eye, a slight action, is enough to betray all your intentions in the eyes of the most elite warrior of the Silver Elves. Brando can't help but laugh at the fact that even high-ranking black firemen are trying to sell their poor fighting skills in front of these elf warriors, not to mention these poor bastards who, in his experience, dare not build in front of these real fighting machines - fighting is an art for the Silver Elves and a supreme quest for beauty.

Naughty, so naughty.

The Silver Pokémon were simply incredible, and centuries later the Dark Servants used such crude combat techniques to fight them. You know, seven centuries ago, the Dragons of Darkness, the Minors and other servants, as the most powerful enemies of all intelligent creatures, possessed the most advanced civilization, the most profound magic and the most amazing fighting skills, and they were never hostile to civilization, because that brutal and dark reign itself represented the most advanced civilization in the world.

The fighting skills of the Dark Sons were so fascinating that many of their compatriots threw themselves into darkness, and it was only centuries later that they retreated here. No, it's hardly a combat technique.

It's unbearable.

The Black Firemen apparently did not expect their final potential rebellion, but rather provoked the anger of the Silver Elves. In fact, it wasn't just them, and I'm afraid everyone, except Brando, would be ashamed of what the Pokémon thought at the moment. After the war of the saints, civilization has not progressed. Instead, it has retreated. The supreme force at the disposal of both sides of the past wars has long been a mythical legend.

But no matter what others think, the battle is still a moment before it really unfolds, and the dust has settled. As if it were a blink of an eye, the black firemen had become cold bodies on the ground, and black blood flowed across those headless, cold bodies, spreading along the uneven ground between the woods, like a vein of growing black blood vessels.

The young man with white hair seemed to be nailed in place by an invisible force, with his mouth wide open and his throat crackling without a word.

It took a long time for the scene to sound crisp. Everyone turned unconsciously and saw the giant sword 'dawn' in the hand of the Grey Wolf mercenary, who himself seemed unconscious and looked shocked at the Pokémon Guard who had stopped again. Twenty Templar Knights, Martha, who catalyzed the elements, and so did the power of the Eruin Empire!

The Grey Wolf mercenaries couldn't help but look at Brando, shocked more than one end, who could have 20 Templar Knights as their guards? This young man is actually a prince of Cruz, just passing by by by chance. Although this speculation is ridiculous, it seems to be more acceptable to the former than the presence of twenty living Templar Knights.

But while everyone was stunned, the red-haired girl ‘wow’ dropped her rifle and stopped between the Silver Elf warrior and the gray-haired young man.

She made it very clear that she didn't want these elves to kill Reddy.

The red-haired girl raised her head, holding her mouth and her face was a little heavy. She already knows that she is certainly not an opponent of any of these elf warriors, but even so, this awareness still does not diminish the will to fight in her eyes. As she sinks slightly and leans forward, she has made a gesture of preparing to fight - as if she were a female leopard about to burst.

“Sy?”

The action of the young girl was so familiar that it almost made Thanford and others think it was the past time that Sy was willing to fight for anyone in the Grey Wolf mercenary group.

“Sy, that guy is a traitor! Why are you defending him?” The big man couldn't bear to shout.

“Only this time -” the red-haired girl said, biting her teeth, but she shook her head as if to throw the idea out of her head: "Only this last time, I can't watch him die here. ”

“Cee?” Lady stunned. This time even he seemed to see the original Cee in the girl's back.

“Get out of here!” The red-haired girl is furious: “Go find Lord Connor! ”

Reddy stayed for a while before reacting, running backwards with a rolling belt.

But when Brando saw the scene, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes. How enriching his insights are, he captured the struggle of this Red Knight in an instant - an exclusionary reaction! This means that this girl's own consciousness has not completely vanished, and that she said that before was based entirely on her own consciousness, otherwise how could God proactively protect others by making such a ruthless life form! So this means that this angel is still a newborn!

Aware of this, Brando suddenly understood why the Red Knight Milfield ended up being a Ghost Knight, and he couldn't help but thumbs up in his heart - bold! To spare the cost of existence to fight the invasion of God's blood, this girl has such a great personality that he can't help but revel a little here.

But in honor, the disgusting arrogant maniac can't let go. He's not the one who likes to send Tigers back to the mountains. Who knows if he'll turn into an Ottoman or something next time? Even if the other party doesn't have a halo, if it hurts Roman or anyone else around him, isn't it regrettable?

He resolutely made a gesture with a clear meaning: knocked the girl out and killed the son of a bitch in the back.

The elf commander next to Brando looked at the young lord in surprise for the first time. Brando's previous gestures were not simple, they were one of the gesture orders often used by ancient commanders in the Battle of the Saints, and these gesture orders have changed considerably to this day, and in this day and age, not many people know those gestures seven centuries ago.

Surprise, however, was one thing, and the commander conveyed the instruction quickly and professionally with a cold face.

Without a doubt...

To escape under the ‘care’ of twenty Templar Knights is obviously a daunting thing. Even if there was a gold-grade presence to cope with, the result would be no change.

……

Balogon, a relic of the Great Silver Pokémon retreat years ago -

Lizard Commander Heryukir occupies one of the largest halls in the ruins, which in the past were used by the elves for worship and important ceremonies, but, like other buildings, after centuries of abandonment, this formerly magnificent hall is as shattering as it is today. And out of an instinct, or an incomplete evolution —— the lizards still haven't been able to break away from some of their close relatives' habits, just as Hyukyll himself still maintains a very strong territorial view —— this hall has long been regarded by him as a private possession, and any man who dares to stain his fingers wants to challenge his authoritative position among these lizard bandits.

But Hyukir was proud that he always appreciated his aesthetics. He can naturally tidy up the hall like a real civilized man, compared to those stinky, baked guys - the center of the hall is covered with red carpets, just like it was hundreds of years ago, surrounded by all kinds of furniture in very different styles, no idea where it came from. These pieces of furniture were not stacked together in a regular fashion, but Hyukyll particularly liked it when he ordered his men to move them here and stack them together.

to make it easy for him to appreciate every day.

When Conrad pushed the door into the hall with the dark priest of the Black Fire, the three men hummed coldly. The latter is because there is no desire at all to see these two disgusting faces, the former because of the vulgar aesthetics of reptiles that are neither developed nor complex in their brains, and at least the head of the mercenary cannot see the difference between this lobby and the dump.

“Donald, I heard —— Matthews —— you died there," Heryukyll straightened out his trench coat collar —— which he stole from a passing nobleman, and a wrinkled long face filled with pity said, "What a shame, false news, that's one. ”

“For the last time, my name is Conrad.” The mercenary leader was in no mood to correct the strange Krutz grammar that he did not know he had learned from there, but simply lit up the lizard and did not deliberately use the tongue to read his name.

“It's all the same.” Heyukir looked at the Black Fire cleric behind him and asked with pride, "I thought —— I wouldn't come —— you guys. ”

Conrad snorted coldly: "On the pretext that you're here to investigate the King's Cemetery of the Silver Elves, I actually think it's a pleasure to be a bandit.” He glanced around: "Are you worth a lot of money for grabbing these things? ”

Lizard Heryukir wrinkled deeper and shook his head: “No, no. Get to work —— I'm in. ”

“What did you find? ”

“Discover, there is a little. However - not much - progress has been made.” Heryukir shook his head vigorously: “We can't get close - around - the temple, but this thing - help me - can.” It stretched out a skinny hand and swayed with a necklace: “Wizard, I need some. ”

Conrad and the Dark Goddess looked at each other, and the lizard was here to be the Emperor of the Earth under the pretext of investigating the King's cemetery. Almost everyone thought so, and I didn't think it was actually doing its job here. But now is not the time to rush the matter, and the mercenary leader refreshed what he was going to say and said, “That's not a problem, but now we need your help with something. ”

“Once - I've already helped you.” Hyukir was unhappy to say that his message had drawn the attention of other adventurers around him by drawing the Grey Wolf mercenary group.

“It's good for you.” The dark cleric whispered.

“Benefits-- what do you think? ”

“A big fish.” Conrad looked serious.

……

‘Pfft’ squealed.

Brando grabbed the young man's white hair and pressed his head into the dirt, causing him to whine and scream. From what Reddy revealed, it was clear that, although Brando was the least willing to accept the result, he now had to admit that the plot had changed here.

The other side's already got him...

In fact, he should have thought about it a long time ago, he changed the steps to accomplish the task, and the whole plot naturally reversed. There was no mention of the betrayal of the Red Ghost Knight and Reddy, or of Conrad, the head of the Card Mercenary, leading the way to the ruins of the Balogon. In other words, the other side has completely abandoned its tracking of Buga and Makaro travellers and turned to full search for his presence.

This is all a deliberate illusion from that damn cunning fox. Although Brando was itchy, he had to admit that the plot had been successful and had caused him a great deal of trouble, and had also made him angry and had serious consequences.

After listening to Reddy's description, Antitina did not say a word until half a day later and suggested, “Shall we withdraw for a while, Lord? ”

But Brando waved.

Trouble with him, be prepared to pay the price. Well, the plot seems to be the final route to so-called 100% completion. Instead, he calms down at this time and wants to see how powerful these damn black firemen are. Isn't that one of the highest completion plots in the district? Brando says it's not like I haven't been there before, I'm here to see how you're going to reward me for this completion.

Though he was furious, Thunford leaned over carefully and whispered, “My lord, what about her? ”

Brando turns around and sees the future Ghost Knight lady lying on her side like she's asleep, and several elf warriors are standing beside her —— kill? This is obviously impossible, not to mention the idea of the new Grey Wolf mercenaries, which he himself would not agree with. Just kidding, Sy has already made contact with the Yong-go card, and if her fate is irreversible, the best result would be the same as that of Metisa.

But because he was a newborn god, and according to Reddy, seemed to be sealed by a junior cleric, maybe he could still be saved. Brando is not a maniac who sees a person and wants to seal it as a card, but he would if he could get this very distinctive lady back. Besides, it might be possible to have a golden power subordinate.

So he thought and didn't want to say, "Take it, after all, it's your companion, maybe there's still some help. ”

“Really!” Thunford asked in shock.

Brando nodded: “I can only try. ”

The young man nodded quickly, and of course he understood that Sy must be in an abnormal state.

“Where is this guy?” Antitina looked somewhat disgustingly at Reddy being pressed to the ground and whispered.

Hearing this, the young man with white hair, as if he had regained his strength all over his body, struggled to raise his head, filled with tears of mixed dirt, and shouted as hard as he could: "You promised, as long as I told you, you would not kill me--”

“I'm in charge.” Brando nodded.

He clapped his hands and stood up and looked at the silver elf beside him: "Commander, please take your place. ”

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)