The Amber Sword

Groudin stood stiff on the terrace, watching the starlit torches converge to that point in the dark. Ever since he heard the damned Viscount Gunstine come back, he felt remorseful and scared, regretting that he had not listened to his heart's advice in the afternoon to force him to stay, but to look forward and miss a good opportunity.

But beyond remorse, he's more afraid. Even though he knew that Madala's generals were in the city, and that those bone skeletons would never allow him to die here - even so, he instinctively felt a fear seizing his heart.

It's like a sharp sword hanging high, and you can feel a hint of cool on top of your head.

He couldn't help but touch the wound on his cheek and although he was calm on his face, his heart was chilling. He always remembers Brando looking at his cold eyes, and the cold words he left behind:

“Save your head and pick it up later. ”

I just didn't expect this day, it's only been a day.

The Baron turned around.

Behind him stood a strange guest, who attacked the black armor and covered himself under a long, black winged cape, while a sunken metal mask left behind a pair of bright golden eyes.

His sharp metal gloves grabbed a giant sickle and carried it on his shoulder, always looking calmly at the distance.

If Brando were here, he would notice the silver balance painted on this person.

Only one of Madara's many generals possesses such a crest.

Black Knight, Judge White? Tiamas? Joe Moon.

One of Madara's Apocalypse Four Horsemen -

But unlike White Knight Alberton and Red Knight Ladyaus, White? Tiamas? Joe was already high before the first Black Rose War, and he was Tagus' deputy.

There are many legends about him in past games, but the players care most about the true identity of most of this person. Legend has it that none of the black knights have seen that face hidden beneath the mask.

There is, of course, a blackmail factor in this sentence, because even Madara's dead, the players, have not seen it.

In the face of Baron Groudin's flickering eyes, the Black Knight smiled slightly: "Lord, don't worry, our armies will be here soon...”

His voice was slightly chilling, but with a neutral charm.

“But I have heard that the Viscount went alone, laudable for his courage, but lacked wisdom. He is nothing more than gold, and Kabbas alone can handle it easily. ”

“Then, to kill, leave it to you, my lord. ”

And when he said that, he thought, "Is this time the enemy, the young man who let Maggots eat?"

I'd like to see you.

Baron Groudin snorted coldly, knowing that Madala was still reluctant to get involved in the dispute between the Aruin nobles. However, he was not dissatisfied with the proposal.

When he thought of the trouble Brando had caused himself, he couldn't bear to bite and cut his teeth to prepare a feast precisely for the Viscount.

Death, it's not that simple.

……

Fighting in the city is turning white, and the mercenary attack arrows are advancing along the streets--

Metissa took the lead, and Brando held Fania's hand behind her. Young men take little girls one step further on the battlefield - occasionally noble militiamen cross the line of defense and approach this young knight commander - and often wonder why they are so unprotected, but he gets an immediate answer.

The indifferent young man waved his sword away - or simply swept it into millions of pieces of steel - and then stabbed it in his chest.

The whole process doesn't even take a second.

The heart is still beating, but the wound has formed a white cream. The sword appeared as if it had suddenly appeared in the chest, and most of the aristocratic militants fell on their backs with an unbelievable divine colour.

Brando pulled out his sword, pushed the cold corpse away, and landed -- and he kept moving forward. Fania looked a little pale around him, but still grabbed his hand tightly.

At that time, Brando also looked so cold that he saved her from the noble cavalry. Yes, and Sister Antina and others, they're good people, because only bad people hurt everyone.

Brando's enemies are bad people.

In Fania's young mind, simple logic is so rooted.

Brando rubbed some blood on her forehead, and he looked back: it was close to Castle Cold Cedar, but half an hour had passed - time was still running out, yet the other party would surely continue to let them sing so loudly.

Madara's dead spirit should have appeared.

The young lord looked back and soon he found what he wanted in Groudin's militia; not imaginary skull soldiers or pale riders, but figurines.

The Seven Spiritual Figurines are hiding in this direction so quickly among the aristocratic vigilantes that no one, not even Metissa, has found this hidden killing machine, after all, the most familiar enemy of the Silver Fairy Princess is not these bone skeletons ——

Unfortunately, these things, who think their covert actions have fallen into Brando's eyes, are as eye-catching as sneaking up on empty streets, and young people are so familiar with them.

Less than ten meters.

The spiritual figurines' eyes flashed with a dark green light, and their eyes were about to burst into injury.

Brando immediately handed Fania over to Kronsia, and the middle-aged head of the mercenary caught his breath and the whole crowd came out.

Strike skill starts instantly.

Everyone could barely see a scratch, followed by seven swords in a row, as if it had snowed, and the action had not yet been determined - each of them had heard seven cracks as if they were broken.

Then the scene in front of him was spun by static motion for a moment, visually created illusions pulled apart the time difference, seven crippled figurines had scattered like garbage, limbs half empty, and from there flew back from there.

Seven sounds of heavy objects landing, and the noble militia below has fallen.

As soon as Brando's offense is over and the sword is swinging backwards, the man is at the forefront of all the mercenaries. At that moment, everyone was slightly nitrogen, although they already knew that the young nobleman was a golden strength, but at this moment they could not help but feel a sense of compassion when they saw him strike unreservedly.

Just as if he stopped there.

The tens of thousands of troops' momentum, was cut off by this.

And it was at this time that a crusader hand of the aristocratic militia suddenly burst out. The huge man roared low, his hands held an axe as if he had suddenly pulled out of the ground, a loud noise, the stone slab collapsed on the street, the mud sand flew away, this terrible monster has lifted off a dozen aristocratic militia blocked in front of him, an axe like Brando waved over.

Brando looked at this thing motionlessly, and he remembered being chased by the same thing a few months ago in an auction in Pragues, but at this moment, the action of this thing seemed to him to be slow lens playback.

Young people believe they need only one sword to tear each other apart.

But he didn't move.

A silver spear had passed over his shoulder, and in a blinking moment, the pointy, shuttle-shaped spear had ‘when’ it had repelled the giant axe.

Not just to repel, but to break it, the whole axe blade flew far away in a metallic symphony. Then it landed in a distant crowd, causing a scream.

The mercenaries stopped and looked up at the huge thing and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Though they knew that Madara's dead spirit was in the city, and could see these legendary monsters with their own eyes, they could not help but be frightened.

Just as confused as a tall crusader, it looks at the double-edged axe with only a long handle in its broken hand, and at the little elf girl, whose soul flashes slightly in the orbit of a black hole, who is blocked by a horse between herself and that young man.

“Lord.” Metissa frowned and herself was a dead spirit, and the smell of the dead familiarized her, but the pure killing on the other side also made the Girl even more uncomfortable.

Brando didn't answer her.

The young man turns around and looks in some direction on the battlefield. When he saw the shadow move, he snorted cold, his right hand shook forward, and the long black steel sword in his hand shook in that direction like a black lightning bolt ——

‘When’ a metal tremor...

The black steel sword seemed to hit an air wall, a swarm of Mars scattered, and then flied out with a spin. After three collisions on the ground, it slipped for a long time before stopping.

And the young man couldn't move his eyes, and he saw the air flowing a little bit, as if a layer of translucent black fog was dissipating, and then revealed the tall bone skeleton behind him with a battle axe and brass armor.

The light-yellow flame in the orbit of the Kabbas black hole jumped and stared at Brando motionlessly.

The battle axe erected in its hand had a deep mark on it, obviously where it had previously been engaged with a long black steel sword. But Brando didn't expect a Madara deputy general to use an ordinary battle axe.

He picked an eyebrow.

And at this moment everyone stops.

Noble militiamen, mercenaries, all stop and stare at this sudden skeleton general...

As a result of the Black Rose War, the name of 'Reaper' Kabbas, while not mentioned throughout Eruin, has long been known, at least at the top of Eruin and throughout the South.

Especially since the number of senior generals from this class of skeletons in Madara's Undead Army is actually small, this dark lord is the only skeleton general with the same title of 'cunning’.

And it's memorable because three centuries ago, during the Kruzlek dynasty, the brass armor, let these people recognize it at a glance.

“Ca... Cavis...”

“... Madara's Dead General...”

“Why are you here...”

Stealing whispers swept across the battlefield like a black tide, as if it were a cold, bitter wind, making everyone stop.

For a while, the fighting stopped without agreement between the two sides.

“The rumor is true,” Kabbas did not care about what happened around him. The soul fire flashed in the eyes of this tall skeleton general, who looked at Brando: “You are well versed in black magic...”

Brando grinned.

“District Dark Screen, just fur.” Young man's needle sharp opposite.

But he was watching himself around. The dark screen on Kabbas isn't easy, it doesn't look like a regular corpse witch's pen. He instinctively felt that Roscoe was nearby.

“Who are you, young man?” Kabbas asked, "The sound of its leakage is dull and low:“ The Red Copper Dragon Retto trick can fool your foolish aristocrats, but not me... ”

“You're their real leader, aren't you? ”

“And the man who led the refugees in Lidenburg through the siege of adults, you too, right? ”

“Young commander,” Kabbas raised his head, cracked his jaw and smiled silently: "I've wanted to see you for a long time, on this battlefield...”

That's the word.

There was a pouring of cold air all around.

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