The Amber Sword

In fact, Youhkir had just escaped from the battlefield and had just learned from another unit of his own that Conrad had already fled. He was so angry that he couldn't help but scold and scold, but his heart was a burglar. If he had evacuated first and left Conrad alone this time, he would have ended up eating a reprimand, perhaps punished or impossible.

If he hadn't held the secret of the Elf King's tomb in his hand, he wouldn't have dared to leave his men and run away, otherwise he might not have eaten all his pockets. But now that Conrad had stepped away, his nature was completely different, and Conrad had become a scapegoat, and instead it had become an example of a struggle against death. If it weren't for the silver elves, he would have pulled it out himself, presumably with this handle alone, it would have caused a huge loss to the guy he's been looking at so badly.

But even so, it's enough to get Yukhil in a big mood. Besides, isn't it still holding the other chips?

“Those filthy elves. ”

When he thought about it, he couldn't help but get in a good mood again, whispering a curse. In any case, all the wealth he had plundered over the years had been stored in the festival hall of the Temple of the Balogon, and it was so awkward that he hated itchy teeth. But while it was defamatory in its heart, it hit the deputy who opened the road in front of it.

Yukherkir was just full of fire, and this time he found a flash point: "You brainless fool! What are you--”

The lizard's head suddenly realized that it was wrong, and it suddenly raised its head and a tall figure had been reflected in its pristine pupils. No, that should be a tall knight riding on a snowy unicorn, to be exact. He was covered in silver heavy locking armor with a pointed gold helmet with a double-wing guard, with white bristles hanging from the top of the helmet down to the back of his shoulder.

Looking behind him, a platoon of the same knights stood neatly behind him, as if the tall elf cavalry had been cast from the same mold, and everyone was almost the same height.

So they stood quietly in the forest, silent among the trees ——

The knight, however, looked down at the lizard robber's head, and his silver eyes were faint, but he couldn't help but feel cold. Then he asked, and the voice was gentle and low: "If I'm right, should you call Yukherkir? Lizer, Mr. Yukherkiel, right? ”

Youhkir opened his mouth and subconsciously tried to deny it, but he found himself under the pressure of the other party, unable to say a word.

“Very well," the knight nodded: “In fact, my people and I have been looking for you for a long time. ”

Yukherkir felt nothing but black in front of him.

Only one army in the world would call its own comrades‘ companions’.

They are the Silver Elves, the Choir Regiment...

……

Ten minutes.

Brando threw the dimmed card out of his hand, and the fate card with the Platinum Warrior pattern burned in the dirt, and nothing remained. The fact that there was another card in the cemetery made him a little uncomfortable, and the more the cemetery went, the thinner his card bank was, the worse it was.

He looked into the forest, silent in the woods, and Eckman had a terrible sense of smell, but he was extremely sensitive to hearing and vision. It has an auditory organ on its six limbs that captures more than 700,000 different sounds in nature, recognizable at least three times more frequently than humans. But it's four or five miles away, and if he doesn't make some noise, it's still hard for him to find this way. Brando thought about it, he wanted to wait a little longer, but he was afraid of the other party's impatience to turn around and find Sy's trouble, and if that's the case, it would be a lot of fun - if it weren't for the surprise, the red-haired tiger tooth girl wouldn't even be able to fight a normal person right now.

So he immediately raised his right hand and fired a backwind ring towards the forest in that direction.

Anyway, this thing works almost as well as zero for a monster who has catalyzed the elements, and it's used to make a huge noise to lure the other party to the hook. Indeed, as soon as Brando laid down his arm, he heard the tremendous rumbling of trees falling in the forest, and the earth god reacted quickly, almost immediately jumping over here.

But Brando wasn't nervous, so he took a breath first and then touched a ruby from his clothes. He held the ruby in his hand and counted the hours in his heart--

Ten, nine, eight...

The tremendous noise of the tree breaking is very fast approaching, as if a moment ago it were still a hallucination in hearing, but a moment later it became real.

Five, four, three...

Here we go. Brando squeezes the gem between his index finger and his thumb, letting it be right in the middle of what the witches call the magic triangle, and then he silently reads the initiating words, the ruby flashes red, and within a dozen meters of it, it becomes silent —— the wind, the leaf sand, the heartbeat, the breath, the pulsation of the blood, the sound of everything disappears.

Brando only saw a pale green number on his retina: 610.

The earth god stopped Ackermen for a moment, and this giant monster, like an insect, couldn't help but look around, but it quickly became frustrated to find that it had completely lost track of its previous subtle heartbeat. But while it was still hesitating in its simple brain structure about whether or not to turn back, a beautiful white deer suddenly appeared in the forest in the sight of the monster.

Dude, this thing sneaks in front of it without panic. It's a naked provocation for Eckman, who's in a state of frenzy. It roared low and immediately rushed in that direction. Unfortunately, Brando's controlled soul, the white deer, was nothing more than a phantom. From an optical point of view, it was naturally as fast as it could be, and as flexible as it could be, so the Earth God made it possible for it to be played in groups without a solution.

Brando hid beneath an old tree, and the statue of a white deer holding his soul was a terrible enemy until he played a game with it for a moment. And when he saw the scene, he couldn't help but laugh in silence -- which, of course, should be called a silent laugh. Because each round of silence lasted 5 minutes, the remaining 6 rounds allowed him to stay calm for 30 minutes, plus the 10 minutes that Platinum fought for, leaving him a total of 40 minutes before and after that for Namenis.

And even if he runs out of silence, he can cut off his heart and breath using the five minutes of immortality provided by his indomitable talent, and then put on a bandage for another five minutes, which Brando reasonably believes should be here even if he climbs.

Naturally, he wouldn't joke about his life. Without a certain certainty, Brando wouldn't easily put himself in the chips of the bet.

Time goes by

However, Brando suddenly felt a slight jump in his heart as he was preparing for the fourth session of silence. Because it was at this time that he cautioned that Eckman had suddenly stopped and stopped paying attention to the white stag that had been provoking him, a monster that made a series of low roars from his throat - a sound that Brando knew.

This is a warning.

Someone's coming.

- Who is it?

What about Minis and them?

Brando flashed countless thoughts in his head, but he dared not be lazy and immediately performed the fourth silence technique, and the number of times left on the ruby turned into three in an instant. But soon he discovered something was wrong, because the monster was not looking north; instead, it was staring in his direction.

Young people are tight, “What's going on?” He couldn't help but ask himself. But it shouldn't be, there shouldn't be any problem. He has recalled his actions over and over in his head, but he has not found any omissions.

Yet this is the time...

‘Wow,' Brando suddenly saw herself in front of a dense bush, split apart and a familiar face emerged from behind. That was a young man, no, not exactly the young man Brando had met in Chablis. However, it is also the central source of this series of events.

Brando certainly remembers his name, Ike. Ike Langtonilan? Ofelia, and even his identity, is clear to him: the only son of Grand Duke Rune and heir to the future Duchy of Lantoniland.

But none of this matters now.

What's important is that Ike's sudden appearance made the scene in the forest weird for a while, and in fact, Ike was situated just across from Brando —— and of course he could see Brando hiding behind the tree, and that terrible monster on the other side of that old tree. And at the same time, Brando could see Eckman, but he couldn't see what the earth god behind him was doing to Eckman, but he could probably guess something.

Because, as he guessed, the Earth God was turning back and staring at this uninterrupted guest with 140,000 pairs of eyes, and of course, he didn't know that there was another target behind the tree.

Faced with a scene like this, the young man named Ike was slightly flashed. His eyes first fell on the rock armor surrounded by Eichmann and on the pair of forelimbs it had petrified, dominant element features, which were the manifestation of the elements, and the young man's face turned a little pale, but his eyes again fell on Brando's face, seeing that he was looking at himself with complexity.

In fact, Brando is in the mood to strangle him at this moment. The so-called man is worse than God. Killing him did not expect to kill a Chen Bingjin halfway through the wilderness.

Ike hesitated for a moment and then turned his eyes back on the monster. Then he pressed his sword with one hand and said out loud, "Big guy over there, what, you want to fight me?” As soon as he was done, he pulled out his sword and went straight out in the other direction...

What's going on here?

Brando watched the naive young man walk away from his direction, how experienced he was, and naturally instantly saw that he was clearly trying to distract the monster. And it's all just for a first (or second) encounter with a stranger. At that moment, he had the illusion that he couldn't speak a thousand words, as if a thousand thoughts had been turned into a single word in his heart:

“Holy shit! This kid is a living * * ah!” (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)