The Amber Sword

The cold air flickered through the night, and the rumbling sounds ranged from far to near.

The clairvoyant noble cavalry brushed down the metal mask, a long line of cold guns blew flat, the horses howled and slaughtered from behind the corner of the street.

At that moment, the earthquake trembled.

But Brando just looked at these noble soldiers coldly, his index finger and middle finger holding up the silver card in his hand, easily throwing forward, “The Licorne Knight, enter -” Brando said.

The cards crossed an arc and landed on the ground--

Everyone saw the moment when the white light intertwined and descended from the night sky; however, after the light, the young lady knight slowly crossed the door of light with a silver shuttle in her hand. She raised her head with the Horn Warrior and put a cross gun in front of her, which appeared in the middle of the street.

Summoner?

Above the battlefield is one lag.

“Lord,” Princess Silver Fairy's voice jumped empty and she replied softly, “Thank you. ”

Brando knew she was talking about the necklace. He shook his head and replied, "I told you, it is your own people who should be thanked for this. ”

Metissa smiled softly and pressed one hand against her chest: "It doesn't matter, Lord, I didn't do it either. And this time, what are your orders to Metissa? ”

“Attack forward. ”

Brando looked forward, answering.

The noble cavalry is nearby.

And the young wizard apprentice next to him was slight. The summoning technique is based on the magic of magic formation, but has something in common with the string magic of ancient magic; the 'Silver Knight’ in summoning technique is already one of the fairly tall summoning techniques, but the 'Silver Knight' is suitable for defense, not aggression.

But the young man was trying to warn, but he had just reached out and he was stuck, and the whole person stayed there and could no longer send a word.

Because he saw Brando lift his sword forwardly.

The silver knight turned around and her pale silver grey pupils reflected the closer and closer proximity of the aristocratic cavalry - but she raised her long gun and the distance between the two on the street seemed to pull apart for a moment.

It is a space and temporal illusion that the power of the soul solidifies in the air.

The power of the elements.

“Thousand armies--”

“Strike! ”

Silver Fairy Princess pulls down her icy metal mask and the sound becomes jarring.

But she went forward, one man at a time, into a silver light, which pierced the cavalry clusters, and the noble cavalry stood still; Metisa's momentum broke out completely, and the power of the gold level swept away as if it were a blade in all directions.

Between moments, people hoisted over.

Golden Step.

Another one!

Three mercenary commanders, Utah, Vern, Kroncia, and other mercenaries sucked in a breath of cold air, and it was not easy for the golden power to see one on a weekday in this remote part of the country. I had no idea that the moment was two - two Golden Levels - and one of them seemed to be the summons of that young man.

Who the hell is he?

Fortunately, the three of them are not on the wrong team at this moment, because, in comparison, although Baron Groudin's search for a piece of paper would have allowed them to die, Brando's power at this moment is to actually kill them on the ground; the golden strength, after touching the elements, is already a gap between silver and black iron.

When Kronsia saw the scene, the silver-haired middle-aged man bit his teeth, and his pale blue eyes flashed with absolute certainty. He pulled out his sword and waved his hand forward: "Roses and wine members, fighting for their deceased companions! ”

“Fight!”

The mercenaries behind the middle-aged mercenary leader moved forward with a voice of reconciliation. Brando watched these people one after the other cross himself and join the battle ahead. After a moment of frustration, the noble cavalry is now stuck in the streets.

But this is just one of them, and Brando believes Groudin's men are on their way.

The other party will want to find out exactly what happened.

He looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man.

“My lord, the Rose and Alcohol Mercenaries are here to fight alongside you.” Kronsia looked ahead and replied with a low voice: "I hope you will lead us out of this dilemma -”

Brando was sunny and couldn't help but smile.

He could see the guy's frustration, and he almost forced them into such a path by force. How could they be willing? But now that he has chosen this desperate path, he must go one step at a time, relying, of course, on these mercenaries - but not on each other.

This is the first hand in the game, and the fight is just beginning.

He lifted his sword, pointing the tip of his sword at Castle Cold Cedar in the darkness.

“Mr. Kronsia? ”

“What?” Silver-haired middle-aged man beamed.

“When we get there, we'll talk about the next step - otherwise, you and I will both end up in smoke. There is no point in saying more.” Brando said word for word, faintly.

Kronsia flashed.

“Do you really want to kill him, Lord?” He felt some dryness in his mouth and couldn't help but moisten his throat: “Groudin is the nobleman of the kingdom and the son of Count Denel, I think we should teach him a lesson… enough…”

Brando took a look at him.

He shook his head and thought of Eruin's strict hierarchy, even if he was such a sophisticated and cunning head of mercenary as Kroncia, he could not resist being naive in such matters.

“I am not going to kill him, Mr. Kronsia," so the young man smiled slightly: “It is injustice - suicide. ”

The silver-haired middle-aged man stayed, and he bit his teeth and clenched his fist.

And in the back, the red-haired mercenary leader, Yutabi, looked at the scene in her green eyes, and she looked back at Vern, the leader of the Fire Regiment on one side, and said with interest, “The guy from Kroncia, this time, it's unusual that Iron Heart should follow suit. ”

“Humph," the tall man snorted coldly, looking over there in disdain: “It's just a fox. ”

Fighting continues.

Baron Groudin's reinforcements seemed to be coming from all directions, and the streets were getting louder and louder.

A light flashed in Utah's eyes, and she immediately pointed at the tall man and said, "Vern, you stay here. I'll go up and support the lord, and as for Simon, leave it to me and my people...”

“Why am I staying?” Vern frowned: “The Fire Regiment is no weaker than any of you. ”

The red-haired woman smiled slightly: "What, are you going to rob me with a weak woman? Vern, can I hear you were a knight? Aren't knights supposed to give way? ”

The tall man hummed slightly and turned back and ignored her. He plunged his sword into the ground with his hands and a crisp scream, Vern raised his head and swept over the heads of every member of the Fire Regiment and the others present, then he commanded in a loud voice: "Do not let a dead spirit enter the city until dawn. Whoever dares to step back, beware of me squeezing his balls-! ”

After that, he raised his right hand fist.

For a moment.

Responding to him was a high-lifted weapon, silence--

The winning smile opened on Utah's face and she smiled, but her face quickly cleared up. By the time she turned around, her delicate face had been frozen.

The head of the red-haired female mercenary group looked at her own man and extended her hand to the right flat: “My man, come with me--”

Her voice was as cold as a chilling blade.

Vernmore looked back at the head of the red-haired female mercenary group, and the knight's comity did not involve women and children in the fighting, but this time he had no choice but to refuse, because he knew that Yuta's only sister was killed in the massacre this morning.

Each of them chose to remain silent in order to retain the mercenary regiment. Even though the anger of vengeance was burning in my heart, I chose to turn around - not to face this dark world. The young man pushed them to this point, but nothing represented a choice in their minds so that they could face it all.

Face your heart, and this bear is angry.

Vern looked back at the endless night and sighed unnamed.

Dawn.

With the first rays of light, there will be dawn.

But where is the light again?

……

If the battlefield is a giant chess game, then it becomes alive and alive at this moment.

The noble cavalry did not stop Brando from moving forward, and the crossbowman quickly entered the attack position behind him. These heavy-armored crossbowmen are a core component of the aristocratic private army, which lifts the four-armed crossbow high in the sound of the password, strangles the bowstrings, and the steel arrows are in place.

Then, by a single command, the locust was like rain.

The black arrow rains covered the ground and the mercenaries in front of them immediately brushed the floor down the next row. Silver-haired middle-aged mercenary leader swept off his crossbow and shot himself. He saw his own casualties and his face was gloomy and he bit his teeth.

However, the crossbow flew to Brando's side, the young man held Fania with one hand, his right hand was drawn, and a wind pressure brought by the White Crow sword technique made these steel arrows seem to have gone through a storm, flying backwards and backwards against the wall.

He pressed his sword forward, and Metisa had taken the lead.

The second line of defense organized by the city's guards quickly became precarious, and the aristocratic militants could rely on two knights of silver power - but unfortunately they discovered that the opponent was not only a strong man of the gold rank.

It's a true Silver Elf Knight.

With centuries of skill in battle, Girls of the Silver Elves have become far more acute at battle than ordinary people. She was like a breeze away from the long guns in the hands of two knights, and she had swept them down with one bullet.

For a second.

Those aristocratic crossbowmen, dressed in heavy armor and immutable in action, find themselves facing a terrible unicorn knight. And between them, there's nothing more in the way.

Metissa single-handedly dropped the gun, and her silver eyes were freezing--

Army defeated.

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