The Amber Sword

The silence in this valley seems a little strange to Cockin.

In fact, it doesn't like this state of silence, because danger is always lurking in the calm of the wind, and it's like a viper hiding in the dark, jumping out cold and biting you.

Kirkin is a Lizard Dragon Hunting Cavalry Squad Leader, and his orders are often straightforward and simple in his usual operational tasks - assault or looting - but Dragon Hunting Cavalry occasionally acts as a reconnaissance unit, which is one of their most hateful tasks. Reprisals are too dangerous, especially in the jungle, where professional skills tend to have a greater say than speed and flexibility.

Kirkin also doesn't like situations where he can't take advantage of himself.

It raised its head and its narrow, pristine pupils reflected a white golden light towards the sun, whose warmth dissipated the last hint of ice that remained after a night. When this temperature infiltrated the lizard's cold blood, it shivered for a moment. Lieutenant Lizard hated to dump his head, chasing unusual smells in the air with the unique olfactory nasal configurations of the Lizard clan —— directives that require them to search for a group of humans, but where are they?

North of Chablis, it's a vast forest sea, and to be honest, Cockin thinks it's a little strange to find a few people in this forest.

But the lizard officer cautiously grabbed the spear and pointed his right hand forward, the only three fingers pointing to the forest ahead. It makes a series of high-frequency sounds, commanding its own subordinates to disperse into --

But it didn't realize that by this time it had made a mistake.

It only reacted when Cockin sent his men into that strange forest and they became silent.

But even at this time, it seemed a little late to react, and the lizard man rushed to retreat - while still thinking about how to make up a story for his leader, the lizard man's head, Heryukir, about burying four precious dragon hunters because of one of his negligences.

This is not a difficult question to answer, and although Heyukyll is a crude, mismatched outburst under most of his men, he is also a savvy lizard, and Cockin knows his head is not a fool. How does it answer that? But it soon realized that it didn't have to worry about it.

Because it turns around and sees a human being standing behind himself with an elf, and as for when they were there, Kirkin has no idea, all he knows is that elf staring cold at him —— no, that should be a silver elf. Recently, they often went to the King's Cemetery of the Silver Elves to disrupt, and Cockin had some insights.

The silver elf is breathing the unique scent of the Golden Peak.

The outcome of the battle is predictable, and it's hard to imagine how the five Lizard Cavalry of the 'Weak Wind' can resist in front of more than twenty Golden Peak fighters.

So Kirkin just grabbed it.

……

Sometimes a minor mistake can kill a person.

But the only thing that made the Lizard Officer happy was that those who caught it seemed temporarily not to want it dead. But unfortunately, this is just one of the many bad news that seems more acceptable. Kirkin himself understood, as a reprimand, that the reconnaissance forces sometimes grabbed some tongues and left the prisoners alive for a while before they could get the information they wanted. But they usually end up with only one, and scouts don't act together with burdens.

It sounds a little daunting, but that's the truth, and sometimes death isn't the most terrible thing.

If you don't tell the truth, those ruthless reprimands have many ways to make you taste worse than death. As a sophisticated scout and a more sophisticated lizard robber, Kirkin is not unfamiliar with what's going to happen next. But it's not scared, because it's done, and as soon as the other person asks, they do everything they can to say what they know.

Lizard people don't have any manipulation.

And the Lizard Man as a bandit won't have it.

Its hands and feet were tied tightly to a rope, but it raised its head and measured carefully around it, but Cockin quickly discovered the fact that, if he wanted to grab his tongue, he would have caught too few of them. The lizard officer soon saw all his men dead, four, one not many, one not many. It's not stupid, it immediately realizes that its survival may be a bit dangerous.

So who are they? What do they want?

Kirkin was thinking about it, but suddenly his eyes darkened, and the two human and silver elves who had caught him had already stood before him. The lizard officer immediately swallowed a spit, his eyes turned, and if he survived, he was willing to do anything.

But the question is, how do we save our lives?

Brando was also staring at it as it pondered this deep question. Because the Sword of Amber is not a game of common sense, in fact, players who first moved from past PCs, the next generation of home machines, gradually grasped the pattern after they had eaten up their losses.

And of course, these experiences are handed down as they accumulate, and Brando, who went through the post-virtual age, naturally learns how to adapt to the way the world is playing cards.

He first stood in front of the lizard officer, carefully holding each other, and then smiled.

He squatted down in front of Cockin, slapped his hand on each other's rough, narrow face and said gently, “I know,” he said. “You're thinking about what I'm going to ask, then you're going to tell me everything you know, and then you're going to beg me to spare your life, right? ”

Cokin opened his mouth - revealing about a hundred sharp teeth - and now it feels like he's ready to fight all enemies, but he didn't expect a dog to bite him in the face. The lizard dumped its head, how could it not figure out why this human being knew what it was thinking, or whether the other person had the ability to read minds?

But if the other person has the ability to do so, isn't that the only chance that it has of preserving its own life no longer exists? Cockin couldn't help but tremble and take 10,000 steps back to say that it didn't want a chance of life, just to ask these terrible enemies not to torture it properly before they die. It couldn't help but stare vigilantly at Brando with its pristine pupils.

“Are you scared?” Brando asked again.

When he said that, he felt a low burglar behind him. He heard the voices of Roman and Antina, including the Wild Elf sisters, and most Rubies mercenaries joined him. Brando couldn't help but get a little upset. I thought, "You guys are still giving me a little face. Can't you see I'm working on something?"

But it was also helpless, and when he first said that to the lizard, he shocked everyone in the place. But after going through this for the second time, and even the third time, you'll find that their lord, the lord, was just pretending to be a ghost. But maybe these people don't understand, Brando, it's not really reading minds, it's not pretending to be ghosts, it's really that he's been dealing too much with these bandits, bandits and other NPCs, and he already knows some basic reactions to them. Brando knew which NPCs had rhythms and which had not.

It's just that Lizard Kirkin obviously has no room to care about the others at this time, and he's already scared by Brando, and he's almost certain that this human being is a wizard, a terrible wizard who can see through people's hearts. Of course, it had a slight suspicion, but right away Brando stood up and took a ruby out of his arms, slightly facing it, and said, "You can answer my question and try...”

Kirkin was half-hearted, but when he opened his mouth, he found himself unable to make any noise. Though the mouth is still in one piece, there is no sound.

This time, Cockin was really freaked out, and while the wizards were far less mysterious in this era than they were before the chaotic era, those in this remote mountainous area still had terrible power in their hearts. Cockin couldn't help but stare at Brando and wonder why he 'stole’ his voice.

But Brando grabbed the ruby and retracted the silence. He looked at the energy in the gem, and he had six rounds left —— and he put the gem away, and he said to the lizard seriously, "See, I can take away your ability to speak, or I can give it back to you. Voices are part of the soul, and I can take away not only your voice, but your soul as well. ”

The young man's voice cooled down: "The flesh rots, but the soul lasts. So the punishment and pain of life itself tends to be temporal, but have you tried the feeling of suffering forever in the flames of your soul? ”

Cockin fought a cold war and shook his head.

Brando smiled gently, squatting down and pressing each other's forehead and saying, "Why don't you do me a favor? ”

Lizard man nodded like garlic.

……

“You mean they're evacuating southwest? ”

“Yes, boss. My people saw them retreat along the valley to the southwest, I don't know if they found us...”

As Cockin pushed the door into the lobby belonging to Heyukir, he saw one of his colleagues reporting to their leader in the middle of that tall chair. The scene made it a little nervous, but eventually the survival instinct prevailed, and it took a breath and organized its thoughts and walked up.

And the lizard man who was reporting also seemed to have finished what he was going to say at this time, and on the behest of Heryukyll, he turned around and slipped away from the hall with Kokin. Our lizard officer dared not turn back or look at Hyukyll, and in such a case he could only bow his head - although he immediately identified two more people in the lobby from the number of boots on the carpet.

In fact, it knows these two people, they're both human beings, but they seem to have some kind of relationship with their leaders. Kirkin saw these two guys yesterday afternoon, but he knew it was the boss thing, and he wouldn't dare ask.

It remembered Brando's words in his heart, and Martha vowed that she was not so serious about reciting prayer texts.

The human wizard's threatening words are still in his ear, and his life is at stake.

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