The Amber Sword

A crisp smile seemed to penetrate the empty silence between the woodlands.

But there's a third party between the woodlands? Brando raised his head at the same time as the goddess of the earth - and it was only then that she found a little girl, about fourteen or five years old, sitting on a tree with slightly curly golden ponytails, holding the round doll's face by her hand and looking at him with interest at heights; the girl's eyes filled with laughter, or rather, green eyes like lake water - she wore the traditional leather suit of most adventurers, deliberately shaking her own leather boots.

“Mr. Brando, can I help you?” The girl held her face in one hand and asked with a smile.

“Who are you?” Brando stunned, the little girl hid a feeling that made him familiar, and he closed his eyes.

“Aloz.” The little girl replied.

“Aloz? ”

The earth god interrupted the conversation between the two with a low roar. It was obviously not satisfied with the interruption of the uninterrupted guest, but only a hint of hidden danger in the other party that made it afraid to move. It raised its head 140,000 pairs of eyes to create the presence of this little girl, while her body sank slightly, in a vigilant position.

This move caught Brando's attention.

“Disgusting, interrupting the conversation -" the little girl hummed softly - then jumped down and suddenly a giant sword appeared in her hand; without a word more, holding hands was already a sword. Eckerman howled a little bit backwards, a pair of rocky forelimbs crossed up, but a crisp ’creak' sounded, the three layers of rock shield that appeared suddenly everywhere on the blade broke like glass, then downwards, the rocky surface on the forelimb broke apart, the bronze blood sprayed out from the cracks.

But the sword's strength didn't go away, and the blade went along the incision into a pair of forelimbs that cut Axeman down again, hitting him in the chest. With a blast, the sword swept Ekmen out.

At that moment, Brando stayed like a wooden chicken.

From the start of the attack, a series of actions were completed between the flint stones, but the little girl had just landed, as if in a moment, before the fierce Ekmen was struck as a dead dog; but wait, is that really the god of the earth? How do you feel better than the lowest level of gray wolf outside Butch...

“You are…” Brando's second half was not finished, staring at the little girl and dropping her sword like a toothpick in the direction of the earthly god. After a loud bang, she calmed down again in the forest.

“ …… ”

“What a disobedient little cat. You need to educate yourself to know the difference.” The little girl clapped her hands before turning around, because she was too short for Brando, and she had to look up at this tall guy: “What do you want to ask, Mr. Brando?” Her golden eyebrow picked it out and asked playfully.

“Well... nothing, I have to go first. ”

Brando wasn't stupid, though it seemed like he was being ‘robbed’. But first of all, with his ability, there is no way to kill the gods of the earth, making it possible to reverse the order. Secondly, this little girl is a violent person, and Brando knows that there have been a lot of perverted NPCs in past games, and although most of them have endemic hidden tasks, it's good not to mess with them.

After all, there is still a chance in the game, but not here. So he said goodbye so he wouldn't get in big trouble.

Unfortunately, the trouble seems to be coming to the door--

“Wait," the little girl looked at Brando, reaching out and grabbing his corner - pulling it off unexpectedly - the little girl looked surprised at the half of the leather coat she was pulling on her hand and threw up her tongue: “I'm sorry, it looks like she's pushing too hard...”

Brando was helpless and could only throw the remaining half of his leather coat on the ground. He sighed, and then he turned back and said, "Do I know you, Miss Aroz? ”

“Of course, you've even accepted such a precious gift. ”

“Wait, I don't understand. What gift? ”

Aloz pointed to his backpack.

“You mean…”

The little girl nodded.

Brando's face sank, and the golden apple naturally wouldn't go into his backpack for no reason. He had long been suspicious, just lacking the object of suspicion. He even doubted Roman's unmet aunt, especially after he met the scholar Tulaman, whose doubts grew daily. It's just that he didn't think that it was such a... little girl?

He looked at this playful little girl as if she were a doll, and he couldn't believe it.

“Do you know what that is? ” 

“The apple of the fairy, is it strange? ”

Sure.

“So you were there? ”

“Geez, Mr. Brando, you're so sad to suspect! Of course I know that place, Holy Valley -- you humans call it the legacy of the king, right? ”

You humans, Brando, captured the word. But he was basically convinced that the little girl's words, even in the Valley of the Saints, did not know that he had such a thing in his backpack, so that Aroz's words were at least 90% credible.

“So why are you giving me this?” Brando thought about opening the backpack and taking out the golden apple, holding the apple's tea in his hand and asking himself what he had been wondering. Golden apples are not ordinary things. In folklore, they come from the fruits of the golden tree, because they are born in the waters of the River Destiny, so it also has the power to change a person's destiny: “I don't know you, Miss Aroz? ”

The short girl laughed and her eyes curled into her lunar teeth. She said with a smile: "Of course there's a reason, it's a gift for you. ”

“Gratitude? ”

Aloz nodded.

Brando had a black line: "How do I feel like I'm in big trouble? ”

“That's exactly why I thank you, Mr. Brando. ”

“So you saved me this time to thank me?” Brando was wondering what the so-called big trouble was, but it seemed like he didn't do anything to hurt God. He thought about it for half a day, but Aloz didn't look like he was lying - or having fun with a golden apple.

A gift from a golden apple. How much trouble is that? Young people can't help but feel a little cloudy.

“That's not true.” Aloz shook his head, swinging a pair of golden ponytails playfully.

Brando, look at her.

“There's a question I'd like to ask you, but I haven't thought about it yet. Because if you ask, you get the pleasure of answering. If you don't ask, you get the pleasure of guessing. I hate it. It's paradoxical. But if that naughty little cat kills you, I lose my pleasure.” The short girl said to herself, “No! ”

“So what do you say? ”

“No, I've changed my mind. I've already thought about it, and I've decided to ask you a question...”

Damn it, Eckman, you're dead wrong! Brando couldn't help but scream a little for the god of the earth. Why does it sound so like 'I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm going to get you in trouble -’, and why does it sound so like the dragon tribes on the Warnde continent who never make sense - are not popular anywhere?

But he couldn't help but ask: "In that case, as you said, aren't you losing the pleasure of guessing? ”

“Didn't I say I changed my mind? ”

“Well, what do you want to ask...”

Aloz pointed to the apple on his hand.

“Something to do with this?” Brando was stunned.

“Mr. Brando should know its value - the fairy apple - doesn't Mr. Brando want to eat it? ”

Brando shook his head and his own intentions were clear. But the girl's attitude aroused his suspicion, and he couldn't help but look at the apple in his hand —— it wasn't a fake, was it? Or is there another Xuan machine? Brando never believed that pie would fall from the sky.

“Are you worried I'm lying to you? Don't worry, I didn't poison it this time, I just added something interesting ——" replied the short girl.

Brando was sweating cold, and his heart said, "What's so funny?” He asked, but Aroz seemed reluctant to answer that question. He saw her run to the body of the god of the earth by herself, and dragged it out —— just one hand dragging the rear limb of that giant beast, dragging it out like a dead dog. And he pounded on the body for a while, took out a long bow and lost it, muttering to himself: “Strange, how the magic loss is so great. ”

“Shit, you nigger, don't touch the body! ”

Brando couldn't help but hear her say, ‘Magic Loss’ is one of the settings of past games. When the owner of the magic object dies, the magic of the magic object will be lost with the demise of the spiritual traction, and the magic equipment may be damaged as a result, so when you kill a monster, you may not be able to get all the equipment on him. It's all about luck.

Or borrow gaming terminology - it depends on how dark your hands are.

Brando used to be the king of the gang, and of course there was something darker than him, and that was his sister. Brando's own black is still built on the system, and he thinks that his sister-in-law's black is already a transcendental halo, and many times she's forced to open the body, and the result is that all magical objects are lost. But it was bad, Brando was dark, but at least he knew himself, and his sister-in-law was passionate about the cause of opening a corpse - as if her lifetime goal was to defeat the fate of the mafia.

As the saying goes, fate cannot be defeated, and her challenge ultimately fails shamefully.

But again today, Brando witnessed the birth of a mafia almost identical to each other. A perfectly dramatic Lv55 BOSS in the hall, almost the body of a BOSS in Lv30 perfect evaluation state, her first open beam was a bow. And the god of the earth actually had only one bow on the drop list for Eckman.

Brass shale bow.

“Don't do this... the power of Yamakawa!” Brando couldn't bear to cry.

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