The Amber Sword

Cut a sound, the ordinary long sword in your hand has been torn apart within the sheath because it cannot withstand the power from the gold level. Brando glanced slightly and lifted his sword sheath and threw it away at random--

The sword fell in the ruins.

The young man turned around and his brown eyes reflected the diverse faces of the mercenaries. He held Fania's hand and said calmly, “I brought my promise...”

“Remember what you said? ”

The blunt voice, like a sheathed sword, sounded through everyone's heart.

The mercenaries opened their mouths and did not know what to answer.

“I remember!” Only the young man in the grey green robe excitedly split the crowd apart, and he almost fell into front of Brando and looked up at the young nobleman in his own eyes, flashing a glimmer of unbelief.

He actually came.

“I remember...” The sorcerer apprentice gasped and repeated in a low voice: “Here I am, my lord...”

Brando took a look at him.

His eyes crossed him and fell on the others, everyone.

“Where are the others? ”

A silence.

“You…” Young men in grey blue robes looked at these people angrily, hated not to punch them in the face, beating these cowardly generations on their horses.

but still a silence, death-like silence ——

Brando just smiled, and he smiled, as if a little light was reflected on his warm eyelids: "If I were you, I wouldn't have chosen to offend both lords at the same time -”

The rubble sounded like a card rubbing, and some soldiers in black robes stood in the masonry; as soon as they stood, they raised their swords in their hands and rushed to Brando's back in a rigid position.

Brando shook his hand backwards, and the first black robe soldier to rush to his side had been fanned straight out, splitting in half the air, turning into a broken bone and falling next to those noble soldiers who were wounded but not dead and were climbing back fatally.

It was like a rain of bones.

All noble soldiers were frightened and motionless...

The second skeleton soldier had rushed to Brando's side, but the young man's head had not returned to grasp the bone skeleton and stabbed him with a sword in the right paw, pulling forward, his left hand had removed the other's black steel sword, and then his right hand grabbed the wrist of the other side, slipping it over his shoulder, smashing it heavily to the ground and smashing it into pieces.

He held the black steel sword in his left hand and reversed it.

A moonlight white light.

More than a dozen skull soldiers broke, stopped, and fell...

Brando lays down his sword as usual and turns around to face the fallen skeleton soldiers. He looked at the ruins of the fortress and said softly: "Now I give you such a glory ——”

The young knight raised his sword, pointing straight at the long street ahead.

“On this street, there are dead souls on the cross, watching your battles silently. And are you willing to fight alongside these old companions in another way? ”

That moment.

Everyone seems to have stopped breathing.

No one spoke, but some did not overdo it, but others blinked their green eyes, but others silently pressed their swords. Yeah, there's nothing more compelling about these mercenaries than fighting alongside your peers and trusting each other.

This is the only and last chance to fight alongside these colleagues.

I'm sorry, but can I still give you my back?

Companion.

There is no superfluous word but the sound of a sword coming out of its sheath; the young wizard apprentice drops his hand powerlessly and almost unbelievably looks at this scene, at these silent mercenaries of the previous moment - a moment when everyone is holding their lips cold, silent and single-handedly pulling out their swords.

Swords are the lives of mercenaries--

It's a promise.

The mercenaries came out with a sacred expression, first one or two, then more people, silent, friction and collision between the sword and armor. Everyone came out silently, standing silently in a row behind the young knight.

Brando smiled.

He laid down his sword and felt only a flame burning in his chest.

But his face was cold, and the young man said, "Three great leaders, out of the line...”

Three people in the crowd looked at each other and walked out of the queue.

“Tell me the name. ”

“At your service, my lord, I am the head of the Rose and Alcohol Mercenaries Corps -” replied the handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair, looking at Brando and bowing slightly.

“Vern, the leader of the Fire Regiment -" a dark-skinned man wrapped around his hands, measuring Brando up and down.

“Utah, I'm the head of the Yan mercenary regiment. My lord, with all due respect, although I agree to join my people, it does not mean that all orders will be executed, and I will choose my own way of acting.” So the answer is a woman with long brown and red hair with a hot body.

She finished, glancing provocatively at this young knight with blue eyes.

Brando smiled carelessly.

"I don't know what you're made of," he replied. ”

He looked back at the beauty and said, "But the task I gave you is simple. You and Mr. Fern have formed a team to stay here and to storm and control the West Gate; all I ask of you is a little -- three hours, until dawn, I want to see the flags of your respective mercenaries flying above the gates of the city ——"

His eyes fell again on Kronsia, a handsome middle-aged man with long silver hair: “As for Mr. Kronsia, your task is to lead your mercenary corps and the rest of the solo mercenaries with me - attack Castle Cold Fir! ”

“I would like to hear more about it.” Kronsia bowed and replied without panic.

“Wait,” said sad hair girl Utah, interrupting and frowning. "Simon? Why are we going to the West Gate, aren't we aiming to take down Castle Cold Cedar and kill that bloody scum? ”

Brando answered calmly, "Because that's just one of the targets, but I might open the door and tell you that the enemy you're about to face will be a bunch of dead spirits, the dead spirit of Madara. ”

“What?”

Dead spirit?

All three were stunned.

“Groudin colluded with Madara, but the Undead Army could not hide in the city; perhaps a small part, but the Army was necessarily outside the city, and I think they could only hide close to the south-western forest. And your task is to stop them from entering the city until we do it," Brando said softly.

Utah and Kroncia looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.

Only Futar answered in a loud voice: "If your lord until Groudin colluded with Madara, there must be a crowd of masters around him. Attacking Cold Cedar Castle must also be the most difficult task, then why did your lord not choose us as the Fire Regiment, do you despise our fighting power? ”

When Kronsia heard this, she couldn't help but wrinkle her eyebrows.

But Brando shook his head: "I told you, I don't know what you're made of. But since I chose this formation, then...”

He turned around and said, "Everything goes according to my orders. ”

He looked up again at the distant streets.

“Well, not much time. ”

“You hurry this time, but remember my words, glory on the one hand and hell on the other, I gave you the opportunity to choose, and I hope that you will look back at this moment in the future with all due respect. ”

“No, not even a chance to look back--”

“So now, willing to get this glory, follow me!” Brando finished, holding Fania with one hand and stepping forward on the rubbing rubble.

The three heads of delegation heard the cold threats in Brando's words, and their hearts were silent. And the little girl looked up at him, blinking her eyes, saying word for word: “Brando… brother, in fact… you… do not have to fight for… Fania…. ”

“I… heard… Grandpa and they… said… as long as… Fania… arrives… everything… will be… safe…. ”

But Brando listened, just smiled.

“Fania, you don't understand, it's not just about you fighting alone," the young man replied softly; looking at the cross that stretches neatly two rows in the dark in the distance of the street, it's a bit dazzling: “It's me, choosing a path like iron and blood, sword and fire, that's all ——”

Exactly.

When Brando is here, choosing to come back to face all this, looking directly at all his cowardice and escape; then the path before him begins to become rough and difficult at this moment, as if it were the end of a flame burning with bears, thorns wrapped around the trail, even bloodshed --

But he came back.

If the afternoon's fury is only a shake of thought, then the choice between Fania and the Senians gives him the final revelation; like an ancient truth, if he always chooses to escape, he can never be but a loser.

The victor is strong and the victor is strong -

Indeed, he has considered simpler ways. If he chooses to ignore everything he claims, he may easily find that dream territory and then hide his wings, absorbing the nutrients in the shadows gradually becomes stronger and ultimately dominates everything.

But is that what he wants?

Gaining strength, but losing everything.

Is that everything he wants?

But Brando couldn't help laughing because he found out that in the end, he had prepared one of the most complex plans. He has avoided entering such a result countless times, avoiding placing himself on the other end of the fate wheel like a desperate gambler.

But after one step, he returned to his place, holding such a plan in his hand.

Brando smiled lightly, he really wanted to follow Antina's plan, so steady, so simple, that the choice of that aristocratic girl was so logical.

“But...”

“Brando, in the end you are Brando...”

He shook his head mocking himself.

But his eyes became stronger, and in that case, let him carry out the plan - even if there was only one chance! But as in the past, like when he was Sophie, that level 130 warrior, faced Madara's thousands of horses.

Step by step and move towards success.

Or death--

Brando turned around and saw the young sorcerer apprentice chase him from behind, and the young man seemed to refresh his mood and regain that indifference on his face.

“My lord? ”

“Did you hear that?” Brando didn't answer, just asked.

“What's that sound? ”

“The Voice of War -” Brando answered lightly, taking a silver card out of his arms.

At that moment, the Great Earthquake, the aristocratic cavalry had been killed from the corner of the street--

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