The Amber Sword

Young people's voices have been haunted for a long time.

Everyone couldn't speak up, and his words cut into the deepest point of every heart, forcing them to bow their heads and think: whether what they did was truly, as they said, crowned. Even a determined generation like Eliwoods and Makaro couldn't resist a moment of shake —— yeah, that glorious age, wasn't it the very founding of Eruin? But they soon solidified their confidence and calmed down.

“Though the ideals of the first king are noble, today the situation is different," the same old man as the scholar sighed slightly: “After all, we cannot give up what we should do because of a possibility ——”

“Ideas cannot change reality.” Makaro replied coldly.

“So you deal with another group of arrogant and indifferent nobles with the same arrogance and indifference, but in fact you are no different.” Brando echoed in the same cold tone: "You, royal or noble, cannot truly make a difference to Eruin, so your failure is doomed. ”

“You have defeated your opponents. Can you defeat Madara? ”

“Cut the crap! ”

Makaro sounds almost like a grinding tooth: "How can a torn rule resist foreign enemies, especially if it has nothing to do with you? Now please fulfill your promise to hand over Golden Apple to us. ”

Brando grinned, and he mentioned the gold apple.

“This is the apple of the fairy, from the most precious fruit on the golden tree in legend. Legend has it that it can change a person's destiny, but unfortunately,” Brando looked at Shea somewhat sadly on the ground: “It cannot change a country's destiny. Perhaps someone can change, but that person is definitely not you, and what you agree with can only be an obstacle to her getting out of that step --"

“So," Brando put the fairy apple back in his backpack in front of everyone: “You won't get it. ”

“Bastard!” Makaro roared and his chest was filled with playful rage. Although he had anticipated the outcome, Brando's demeanor of them really ignited his anger. At this moment, a member of the royal party known as the 'cunning fox' lost his mind, and he regained his other identity - the former leader of the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment, a sword that appeared in his hands.

‘Choke’ a metal tremor --

Brando didn't step back, he didn't change his face, he didn't even blink his eyes and looked at Makaro's sword hanging in front of him. However, between the ‘cunning fox' blade and the young man's nose tip, a flashing, hexagonal light network shield appeared there, and a layer of mysterious spells and quotes between the networks continued to flash and disappear quickly.

String magic.

And the most ancient kind.

As a court wizard, Leewoods looked terrible, as if he had seen a ghost. “Ancient magic!” The old man almost squeezed the words out of his throat. He looked at Brando with a different face and didn't know what to say for a moment. Because in this world, only one of all the existing races still uses this ancient magic of law.

Dragon Clan.

Brando thanked Aloz in his heart and watched Macaro's grey face in his spare time.

“Are you…?” The cunning fox's throat twisted.

“I-" Brando was about to say sarcastically, but at this moment he suddenly heard the Aloz inspiration in his heart: "Mr. Brando, what you just said seems to resonate with something; this power is strange… I can't hold it back…”

“What, that sentence?” Brando was stunned.

“That's the part of the vow… no, I'm going to let go of the junction…" Aloz said with some urgency.

“Hey, wait! ”

Brando was preparing her to hold on for a moment so that he could prepare himself. All of a sudden, however, he felt a slight tremor coming from the deepest part of his heart, not from the prank of Aloz, the dragon girl, nor from the mysterious resonance between the brigade magician and the card; it was like a sense of identity, a broad heart entering his mind, as if at that moment a brightest light had been created in the darkness, in which a door had opened ——

He seemed to walk through the door and see Alberton, the white knight, standing with Giant the earth knight, and they nodded and smiled at him as human beings before him, full of encouragement and identity.

But this hallucination only existed for the briefest moment, and Brando finally woke up and found the source of that slight tremor. He subconsciously pressed the sage tablet in his belt, but it was a little late, and he felt that it had life buzzing in his hand, and then for a moment, the clouds over the entire Chablis Hills separated.

This afternoon.

From the North Wind Forest to Lake Wanalan, from Fort Gold to Charlotte, even as far away as Pragues, everyone living in the area witnessed this miracle: above the blue sky, the platinum clouds centered at a point in the south - for a moment, like a stone in a calm pool - layers split apart, spreading in a radial, concentric circle all around.

After the last shadow of the sky, the blue sky was like a pure sapphire, shining bright purple, spotlessly stained; the inhabitants of the countryside, the clergy who walked between the towns, the adventurers, and even the stars of the Stars and Moon Council. The distant sea of death of the Buga witches also recorded this sight in Drola - the monks of the Lion's Heart Palace leaning out and the Black Tower's recorders stumbling down their favorite crystal ball - the Pilgrims of Thunder Gate could not help but kneel and pray piously to God.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at the vacuum-like circular sky in the south, but only a few understood what was really happening there.

Divine Reaction -

The light between the woodlands seemed to light up all of a sudden, sweeping away in the shadows, and Buga, Makaro, and Leewoods, whose faces changed dramatically, looked up at the sky. After a layer of white gold cloud rolls spread apart, there was a spectacular and beautiful patterned layer of gear-like pattern on top of that stunning purple blue sky, each lap, calculated in diameters of nearly 100,000 kilometers - this is the mythical Martha's law of constraint, world and magic, 'Tiamat’, which is also the boundary of the elemental world.

No matter which angle a mortal looks at this vast and sophisticated kingdom of creation, he feels from the bottom of his heart an almost desperate tiny and spectacular elegance from the heart.

Brando couldn't bear to look up into the sky and grasp the same tablet with one hand.

The beautiful edge of ‘Tiamat' is sliding in a layer beneath a blue sky background, sweeping hundreds of kilometres across the sky each time the trajectory of the sliding arc; however, this means that the curve of the rule is re-aligning with a part of the straight line, when the gear is aligned in a layer and one of the centers is aligned to the area-

The forest was quiet for a moment.

All the wind stopped.

If it was in the past, Brando had to be upright in the face of such a strange scene. Because this scenario is superb for those element lords, or legendary wizards, who perform supreme authority spells - both fourteen ring spells, which are usually forbidden spells, or legendary spells; these spells have detached from the perception of mortals, and in fact each is directly mobilized to the highest rule for destructive clearance and annihilation, and are only weaker in terms of destructive power than the nuclear weapons of the original world.

But at this moment he felt the same sweaty upright.

The resonant tremor in his heart finally reached its peak.

The center of the circular vacuum field in the sky produces a hint of oscillation, but as the oscillation spreads in all directions, a white column of light descends from the sky; far from William, one of the 12 leaders of the Buga Wizard in Drola? Pisto held his magic feather pen in one hand, his tips stood still on a spell-filled parchment paper, and even the ink was soaked with expensive lambskin, forming a black dot on top of it.

Then the elder just stared out of the silver grille arch window.

Between the sea and the sky.

A silver light column stands upright.

“This is… the Lion's Heart Sword of Acme…”

……

A column of light penetrates the clouds, twisting as it crosses the edge of the element's boundaries, then falls vertically in the other direction of Eruin - two columns of light intersecting in the clear skies of the afternoon.

At this moment, everyone loses the ability to speak.

But Brando just wanted to die for a while. He pretended only occasionally to be righteous and pretentious. He didn't expect to get the 'benevolent Ace' identity by mistake. I knew he wouldn't read that damn vow - he forgot he had taken the assignment at Alberton the White Knight and inspired it with excitement.

Of course, the task of inspiration was not surprising, but what he wanted to do with his head was trigger the artifact reaction at the same time.

Wait, Lord Martha! Isn't the Lion Heart Sword a fantasy weapon? How did it trigger the artifact reaction? When did it jump into artifact? The Forum said that the weapon was a fantasy weapon of the gold class, and that it should not be separated from the ten in its history. After all, a kingdom like Eruin could not have retained the artifact ——

This thought flashed through Brando's mind.

However, the heavenly and earthly resemblance also flashed, and the light column lasted for about three to five seconds, then gradually diminished; Brando stopped struggling gradually by holding down the tablet of the wise man, and eventually stopped completely, while he felt a mark in his heart, as if he could feel an orientation in the underworld. He knows that this means that sensation has been created between him and the Lion Heart Sword, and fantasy level weapons are capable of doing so.

Of course, there are both advantages and disadvantages to this linkage ——

The advantage is that nature is one step closer to the legendary sword.

Bad news, Brando, look across the street and look at Leewoods and Makaro...

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