The Amber Sword

Living in the vast plateau of the north of Eruín, the Gulchi clan is home to a well-known legend - the legendary soldier on the battlefield of the Sino-Civil War, who is loved by the Reapers.

Van Nosta has also heard of the legend that he was a knight recruited from the Balta region of the northern part of the kingdom, from a family of local gentlemen, small in terms of domestication before enlistment, and naturally became a dragon knight after enlistment, belonging to the squadron of the Flying Dragon Cavalry of the 34th Regiment - an army formerly part of the Southern Regiment of the kingdom, but the latter had long since been broken up in this war by the army of the Dead of Madara, and even the commander Count Binag himself had died - Van? Nor did the troops in which Nosta was located wait for the signs of the so-called truce. Instead, the offensive of the dead Maddala across the street prevailed for more than a day, yet the noble lords behind them no longer offered them any support under the pretext that negotiations had ended and that the war had ended.

The messengers sent out to contact the White Legion and the Antillean side were silent, and the situation was worse every day than it was every day, as Baron Colin, the remaining 34th Regiment Supreme Commander on the southern border of Denel, wrote in his diary:

“The situation in the South is worse every day than it is every day, we do not know where the brotherly forces are scattered, and Madala's dead spirit is attacking from all sides. We couldn't reach anyone, and the news seemed blocked, and even retreat became impossible. The nobles have done their part, and to this day this territory has been removed from the control of the kingdom, Martha, and I wish I could see the end of this nightmare on my birthday-"

But all this for Van? None of this matters anymore. He was shot down on a tour of a human village on the southern border with his Feilong, and became the man of the Gulch clan legend who was watched by the cold eyes of the Reapers. His face raised with blood and he saw in despair a platoon of skeleton fighters coming from the ruins of the village. He was held down by the body of the dragon and could not move. A light crossbow on his hand was the only protective weapon. He lifted his arm and shot an arrow at one of the bone skeletons.

Blessed with holy water, the crossbow arrows burst out dazzling rays of light, and a skeleton turned into flying ash in this white light.

But after successive white lights, more dead spirits drowned Nosta's horizons - an infinitely frustrating emotion that engulfed young people. That was a few months ago, Nosta couldn't help but think —— when they heard that Madala soldiers had invaded the kingdom in three directions, almost everyone, military or noble, was waiting with a relaxed attitude to see how these dark lords from backward, barbaric countries had fallen apart because of their interiors and their different commands, just as they had done in every single joint invasion in history.

But the end result was unexpected by each of them. In contrast to the decisive, calm and effective march of Madara's army, the kingdom of Eluin is more like a late old man, overstretched and exhausted. The former glory of the kingdom is long gone, and three centuries ago the kingdom known as the ‘Blade of Fire, Leader of Ancient Glory’ in the mouth of the Seventeenth Great Sacrament of the Temple of Fire existed only in the past history.

Shooting the last arrow, the young man dropped his bow calmly, holding the necklace with his wife's name on his chest with one hand, and he raised his head, a tall skull that had covered the sun above his head ——

Red Soul Fire beats in my eyes.

“Goodbye, Father, Mother, and Dear Vanessa, I just want you to remember that your son and husband fought with many people in this place to protect Eru...”

“But this country no longer sees hope...”

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After October, the autumn grew more intense and the plains along Tonigal were stained with a pale yellow colour. Just riding along the country avenue, Brando's pedestrians can already feel the obvious smell of war.

After Aloz ripped the leather coat, Brando simply found a tailor to make a black long trench coat horse pants as he passed through a town along the way, putting up the Lord's shelf. He sat upright on the horse at this moment and looked around, wearing a pair of striking white gloves and a long sword with a silver-plated handle between his waist, but with some young noblemen.

But it's not because he wants to get past the addiction of nobility, it's just because it's so much easier to avoid trouble. Leaving the undulating hills of Chablis, travel over the past month has faded, and while security has now broken, most of the bandits around the town are made up of peasants who cannot survive. Against Brando, a dozen or twenty people in a row, guarding well-equipped, like traveling nobleman offspring - people who are forced by poverty to go nowhere, naturally, will not easily try to provoke them.

But Brando couldn't help but sight the empty farms along the way.

In fact, on the day of Chablis, Aloz, a young dragon girl, had warned him before she left, telling him that an army of Maddalene spirits was now in the south of Tonigal. The news coincides with Brando's knowledge of history, when 'Sir Black' Installon, even six months after the armistice agreement, still relied on Denel to stay, because of his appetite - and this ancient kingdom, at this very moment, has no choice.

It is almost late in the autumn month (October), and in the history of another side known to Brando, the upper echelons of this ancient kingdom have begun to flourish in stupidity and darkness at this moment. To his knowledge, the support behind Obergu's eldest son, Hamer, came from the power of Queen Anna, the sister of the Duke of Sifah, whose arrival in power in fact represented the beginning of the resurgence of the Sifah dynasty - a point on which members of the Royal Party who supported the Korkova family had already disagreed, coupled with her vague relationship with Marquis Kruger of Kwon and, finally, her joint imprisonment of the King, thus laying the roots of the scourge.

At the beginning of November in history, the crowning was suddenly announced by the eldest son, Hamer, which officially opened the doors to division within the Royal Party; naturally, the mighty King of Regents, Princess Griffin, would not tolerate it in silence, and she immediately declared the throne of Hamer illegitimate in her own territory to all the nobles and knights of the kingdom. Supporting her naturally was the power of the core members of the Royal Party who had long been dissatisfied with the Queen and of the Pokémon side she herself represented.

At the end of November, Grand Duke Anrek announced his support for the eldest son, Hamer, while the localities became independent or turned aside, and the civil war in Eruin began. From this moment on, until two years later, this civil war has shaken the very foundations of this kingdom. Subsequently, despite a brief period of euphoria, the kingdom has lost its newborn blood and is naturally difficult to rebuild in the fire.

It can be said that the demise of Eruin has accelerated from this moment forward.

And at this juncture, no one cares what the black jazz in the south is doing. However, the absence of relationships does not mean that the de facto effects do not exist. The entire village of this area migrates, leaving a deserted smokeless area where a distinct Xiaoser can be felt as they pass through empty, silent villages.

But as we move south, this Shawther is gradually changing ——

Because we are approaching the heart of Tonigal - Cold Cedar City - the road is finally beginning to gain popularity. Lord of Tonigal is the third son of Count Denel, Baron Groudin. Brando is not unfamiliar with the name, but he is not familiar with it, at a time when the aristocracy is mostly apathetic and self-righteous - but the lord is something else, and in addition to sharing the face of the aristocracy, he has to add harshness, cruelty and an increased stripping of the colony.

Brando's pedestrians noticed this when they entered Cold Cedar City, or that their expectations, which they had previously failed to report, were reduced by much:

The first thing they see is residents living outside of Cold Cedar City, and only those who are truly poor and underprivileged will live outside the unprotected city, generally either as farmers working outside the city or as refugees fleeing. On both sides of the street, there are only shaky, dirty thatched houses, men and women with unshielded clothes, thin yellow muscles, dim eyes and no hope for the future.

The boulevard is dusty and the dry air is filled with the smell of livestock dung. Compared to here, even those aristocratic bureaucrats in Prague who are dogmatic, sluggish and self-righteous seem adorable, at least in those places where citizens, despite their low status, can at least survive.

Yet the poorer the land, the more demanding it is, just like those who are born of barren land. Brando understands that it is not the Goran-Elson nobility that makes this difference more humane, but rather that Toniguer's land is poorer and its people naturally more intolerable under the same plate.

Antitina, who was once a nobleman, watched all this and couldn't help but cover her mouth gently, some of whom dared not believe it.

“Lord, the territory you want to inherit… is this the place?” She couldn't help but ask with some disappointment.

She had thought that after leaving the autonomous territories of the mountain people, Toniguer on the eastern coast should be a rich landscape, with the sea implying trade developed, and trade developed implying wealth. Not as good as Ambethel, but at least as different from the Buglas region, right?

I didn't expect such a bleak picture at the moment.

Brando was also flabbergasted, because the mercenary who failed to tell Antina Rubis was actually his summoning creature, causing the teenager to suffer natural retaliation for white-hearted and self-blaming. At least a month after Chablis, Antittina spoke to him in a business-as-usual manner, and the good looks on his face had disappeared before, mostly with a white eye.

Though the nobleman Kim has always taken his place as his own staff, Brando thought that this was not the attitude that the minister should take in the face of his lord, but of course he would not have raised it, using his aristocracy to suppress a weak woman, something that Brando, as a modern man, was not so shameless.

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