The Amber Sword

“Metisa.” Brando made a gesture to the Silver Elf Girl around him.

The Princess of the Hayalan Empire lifted up her double-winged silver helmet with both hands, put it on steadily and then rolled over her horse, single-handedly lowered the protective face covering her upper face, and crisply replied: "In ——!” Her snowy lock armor gloves‘ clicked ’to hold a silver, shuttle-shaped long gun with its tip extended to the sky. The pale cherry glossy lips on half the little face under the mask tightened - the girl's momentum soaked up between moments.

The unicorn stamped a step, and it was full of armor. The elf type of silver locking armor is finely crafted and complex, yet incredibly protective against vandalism and puncture damage. There is a snow-white robe outside with the national emblem of the Lily of the Elf Empire painted on it. The same is true of Metissa, who, in snow and silver armor, gleams so brilliantly beneath the robe that it makes one think that the Holy White Knight in the mythical story has come down from the scroll and completed the transition from fantasy to reality in front of everyone.

“Let's go! ”

The young girl nodded and the unicorn began to accelerate as she sat down, one by one running around the broken wall and crushing on an open avenue. This past era was used by the Silver Pokémon to complete the sacrifice - the path through which the noble sacrifices were carried by the Pokémon with the sacred objects of the Pokémon Goddess, Shaye. Hundreds of years have passed, and while the grass has now passed through the white clouds used to pave the road, history seems to settle silently in this ruin that cannot make any sound, any language to describe everything that has been experienced in the past, the young lady knight has swept past the road, as if the elf festival cavalry had once again passed this avenue, passing the will of the goddess with a serious, low voice--

Silver Elf!

Far behind the lizard man, Conrad's eyes narrowed. He turned around and clasped Yukhil's collar, yelling, “You bastard, what have you done? That's a silver elf! Silver elf of Hayalan! How did you get them out? ”

Yukherkir was also shocked. He has been here for years to play the idea of the King's Cemetery of the Silver Elves. At first, he was cautious, afraid that those legendary elves who dared to sing a hymn and launch an assault on the square of hundreds of thousands of Dark Legion men would one day come to the door, but as the days went by, nothing happened. Those incognito silver elves seem to have truly kept that promise and are no longer present on the continent. Even more so, the lizard's head wondered if the arrogant race had long been extinct for unknown reasons.

The so-called Great Escape is probably just a lie.

But at a time when it lays its heart down, daring more than a day, and closer than a day to the King's Cemetery of the Elves. Silver elves finally show up again, Yukhil's vision is not as good as Conrad's, but White Helmets, Silver Armor, and the leaves of that artsy skirt, are just like a piece of craft, and the whole Vaughn continent, apart from the Silver elves - can't find a warrior so exalted.

It sucked in a breath of cold air and then Conrad grabbed his collar and shouted, “Donald, the year, the young man —— that —— look over there! ”

Conrad turns around...

As he turned around, he saw Brando and Syd appearing, left and right, separated behind the Elf Knight as if a silver, red and two flames had opened. After the two flames separated, they paused slightly and turned to the battlefield, almost impossible to capture - and by the time Conrad locked them in again, a silver sword, a red rifle, had lifted the heads of two rolling lizards. “Damn...” Conrad abandoned Yukherkir, his eyes so poisonous, he could see at a glance that Metisa and Sydney were even stronger than themselves, and that young man, although only in the first order of silver, could see that his hands were not a good mess. Though he didn't know where these powerful enemies were coming from, but the red-haired girl with the ponytail on her eyes, he did recognise-- that night he killed Sy himself, and while the Dark Goddess forcibly brought her back to life with the blood of God, shouldn't this woman have become a godsend?

But at this moment, Conrad exhaled and calmed down. At least he has determined that the Black Fire Cleric, who has not done enough to fail, is probably less violent and only uncertain things deserve to be feared.

“I'll take care of that. You better get your nest back before I solve the problem.” He glanced coldly at Yukherkir around him, then took off a pair of dark steel gloves and put them on. The Lizard Bandit's head hasn't dared to respond, he knows that Conrad is on the verge of an outburst of anger at this time, accidentally might really kill him, he usually dares to oppose the sharp end of the line, at this time is unwilling to touch the mold.

But when Conrad turned around and wanted to go, he stumbled and asked: "Silver… Silver elf? ”

“Handle it yourself. ”

Conrad didn't have to go back and snort. If the elf was really caused by this brainless lizard, he wouldn't have to go to this mess. Though the shepherd, as a vast organization, is not necessarily afraid of the Silver Elf Empire Hayalan - not to mention the race that has been hidden for so long and forgotten. But after all, the legend speaks of the holy warriors, and no one is willing to touch their mold.

This stupid lizard is just a guy who can be abandoned at any time. The truth is that he is more worried about explaining the ‘sacrifice’ of a lower-ranking dark cleric than Yukhil's troubles. Compared to these brainless reptiles, the black firemen have a much higher place among the herders, and their leader, Mayadh, who is only one of the twelve shepherds, is also one of the four giants, with extraordinary power.

The deaths of those dozens of high-ranking Christians could be covered - after all, this time the movement was not insignificant, and the task involved even a Grand Duke of the Kingdom. But something like the loss of a low-ranking dark cleric —— something that hasn't happened in at least a decade in the organization -- Connor had a headache when he thought about it.

He raised his head and frozen eyes locked Brando, Metisa and Cee. In his view, the only way to proceed is to find the son of the Duke of Loun and look at it one step at a time.

……

“Drive these lizards away from the central battlefield!” Brando chopped a sword to face a lizard warrior, and then turned back and shouted to Sy around him. The red-haired girl nodded, her flaming ponytail turned around, and the trident in her hand slammed backwards - an arc-shaped lightning bolt 'zla’ swept out. Lizards immediately retreated, retreating slightly slowly and immediately turning into coke, then blowing up ash and smoke.

“Well done!” Young people praised without stingy.

Though the lizard man is only about level 20, but he can't hold a large number, his own men, plus the Menace, totaled 21 Silver Intermediate Pokémon Guard, followed by 17 mercenaries upstream of black iron - but there are five or six hundred lizards here, not counting Conrad's 100 + dark mercenaries. If you embrace it, you can imagine the consequences.

He must therefore do everything possible to reduce the Lizard's offensive side, infinitely narrow the opponent's numerical advantage and increase his own personal strength.

The method is simple —— he, Metisa, and Sy hold the center of the battlefield firmly.

It's just that Brando didn't expect him to have time to explain his thoughts, and the red-haired girl, as if she was connected to his heart, had understood what he meant. This tactical view doesn't look like a mercenary regiment. But his compliments made Sy look back at him in confusion, "Why me?” The red-haired girl asks, "Do you want to please me? ”

“Whoo-hoo - really good job, do you need any other reason? ”

Brando grabbed a long spear stabbed by a lizard man and cut it down with one sword in his back. Then he took a breath and answered.

“Whatever.” Sy glanced at him and turned around. She used to fight for the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment. She had no family, and everyone in the regiment was her family. She guarded her home, but now it's gone, and all that's left is hatred. She has always liked to do more, less, to be a girl with a little silence. She just knew she was supposed to do it, praised, as if she hadn't.

Because everyone's eyes are on Eko, the captain is fine, the others are fine. Even her.

But Brando thought differently than she did, and he didn't like to think too complicated. All he knew was that Sy now had the strength of gold, and that the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment she had been able to build on no longer existed, and since she had the opportunity to take so many chances to pull each other into her own camp, that was stupid. He has his own bottom line on certain things, but he is not a corrupt person.

And coincidentally, his men, Sy, Metisa, and even himself, mastered the means of long-range attack before the elements of chemistry, so that the three men, though silver, gold, and gold were the strength, were terribly destructive in the battlefield. Luckily, all of his skills resonate with the Thunder Gun element, and back and forth is actually a Thunder Arrow Slash. Meanwhile, as a fairy princess, Metissa would have practiced only the basic sword skills of the fairy sanctuary before she became an adult, but after being knighted by ghosts, she learned to strike at the machine, the gun of the spirit and the thousand armies, which is a moving human cannon. He's a pervert himself, although it's the silver beginner, but the tactics on his hands probably make anyone spit blood when they see it - attack, power eruption, white crow swordsmanship, frontal breakthroughs, isn't that the skill that the warrior profession dreams of?

Not to mention the conflicting halo that came with the badge, and the ballooning of the wind and flame rings that came with the back of the wind ring, at his level Brando could no longer imagine a stronger treatment. After all, the equipment was better and there were limits to the will, which he thought was just the case with the RMB fighters back then.

With these three people present, the fighting power of that side is a thousand times higher. And luckiest of all, whether it's Metisa or Cee, though powerful, is actually just a little girl. And Brando used to go around pulling famous players for a group, and he'd already practiced a three-inch tongue, tricking two little girls into his hand —— oh, no! It should be said that pulling into his own camp was a real simple problem for him.

But what makes him even more confused now than this is -- he's already on the move, and his tactical intentions are clear, so why is Conrad still slow to show up? You know, at this time, the Lizard Army has been forced to both sides by the three of them, so that the powerful personal strength of the Silver Elves can completely protect the narrow mouths on both sides, and even replace them with mercenary rotations to maintain strength.

The other party should not lose sight of this.

But what's this all about?

He looks up, looks around, speculates, does the other guy already know he's not Eko, so give up? Or is there some other conspiracy? But the question was quickly answered, and as he and Syd repelled the fifth wave of attacking lizards, he suddenly heard Metisa shouting to them on the left wing:

“Careful! ”

A strong wind hit the rear of the side.

Damn it, the enemy is underground!

(PS. Continuous burst, half dead tired, a little underpowered. In order to thank everyone for their support, the only thing we can do is work hard.

Prophecy is a joke twice, come to the judging district every day for fun?) (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)