The Amber Sword

On the battlefield, near left, a slight breathing sound.

Noble soldiers and mercenaries have stopped to look in awe at Brando - this young man standing among the army - and the story of Brass Dragon Retto has spread throughout the South, and has even been heard in some parts of the North:

The Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the year the Black Rose War broke out ——

When Karasou collapsed, the Vieira region was in a hurry. The flanks of the White Horse Legion collapsed and the Goran-Elson collar turned into a tortoise. Lord Black's direct entry into the Innstallon puts Denel in danger.

The news of defeat did not come as expected by all, but the people of the kingdom could not bear to ask, where is our army? Where's our victory? Where's our honor again?

They were answered by an indifferent paperwork and a covenant, written in cold writing about the fact that the Butch area no longer belonged to this ancient kingdom.

Then silence.

But there seems to be a faint voice in silence. This voice tells a story that answers the hopes in the hearts of all --

In Riedenberg.

It was a lightning bolt in a dark rainy night.

The vast refugee corps is rushing into the army. They broke through the flanking blockade of ’Lord Black' Instarone - after Alberton, the White Knight, defeated Maggots Marcus, Redios, and Gurub's many pursuits - as if it were a legend, breaking up the morning mist overnight and appearing beneath the city of Prague.

The man who led them was called Red Copper Dragon Retto.

Braggs was blown away by it.

The southern realm boils down to the north, even far away; with a miraculous name, in the ears of the nobles above them, or in the chatter of the afternoon tea of the citizens.

Leto is called the one who brings miracles.

But now the spiritual lord who personally experienced the war, known as the ‘Reaper’ in the dark, told them a different truth. Standing behind Leito the Bronze Dragon, someone else?

Kabbas had no reason to deceive them, nor was it necessary. Especially with a sincere admiration and anticipation in the dull, leaky tone of the tall Skull General, the light yellow soul fire in his orbit burns, as if it could be regarded as an appreciation.

Because of the young knight in front of you? Everyone's eyes stopped on Brando without a date.

Why did he always stand behind the scenes, and if not for Kabbath's mention, his name would never have been known to the world?

Mercenaries and aristocratic soldiers could not imagine that there would be others who would reject such a noble reputation and glory, and certainly could not speculate on the situation and choices Brando faced at the time. They just saw the only reaction of young people at this moment, a faint smile ——

It's not a rejection, it's a disgrace.

Everyone took a subconscious breath, as if in a moment they had experienced a kind of 'thing going on, hiding in the realm of fame'. Who is he? Brando hasn't spoken, but a mysterious halo has surrendered to him.

Silence on the battlefield for a while.

Too bad Brando doesn't know what other people around here think, otherwise he must be crying lucky. Because of course, he wasn't disdainful at this moment, but was torn apart by Kabbas face-to-face, not knowing how to answer for a moment, and he just kept a commercialized smile on his face.

“Kronsia, what are you doing beaming?” He shouted.

The mercenaries were stunned, but reacted immediately. Metissa had put a flat gun out of the left-wing line, and the Licorne knights, one by one, had stabbed a silver stream into the enemy line, one hole through the heart of that tall crusader. The temporarily found aristocratic private army, which was knocked down in a blink of an eye and easily stood on its feet, was immediately in turmoil and suddenly retreated.

And General Skull stood among the rebels, and the spark flashed in his eyes.

Groudin's private army in the city was not originally an opponent of these mercenaries, and it was well aware of this; unless, according to the defense of the city, fighting in alleyways was far less likely in terms of fighting will than these mercenaries with vengeance, one side fighting for money, the other side fighting for faith, and the outcome of the battle was not difficult to speculate on.

But the outer city has collapsed, and it takes time to retreat to the inner city, which is why it is here. There are not many dead spirits in the city, and it must invest these limited powers in the most critical places.

Here, for example.

But Brando knows that too.

He was the leader of the regiment, he knew how noble militiamen behaved, and he knew Madala's habits on the battlefield; moreover, by contrast, the key to changing the situation was well planned from the outset - in short, Groudin's private forces must not be given the time to withdraw into the inner city.

The young man's lips were in a straight line, and Kabbath's mind was already clear to him, as if it were a big, open book.

The two confronted each other in a large army of rivers.

But Brando was not in a hurry, and the mercenary attack was led by Metisa, who couldn't wait, but Kabbas was not sure. His hands naturally drooped and his chest stared bambooshly at Kabbath among the rebels, waiting for the moment when the other side could not hold on.

Instead, the flame in Kabbas' eyes flashed again.

This young man is no ordinary trick. When did Eruin come up with such a brilliant commander? In its eyes, the other side, while standing in the midst of the chaos, seemed to know the situation above the battlefield - and, of course, Bath did not know that Brando had already looked at the battlefield from a higher level, but rather felt a deep taboo.

No wonder the white guy himself told him not to hurt his life. This young man's acumen of battlefield is almost comparable to Lord Installon's. If he were in Madara, he would definitely be reused by His Majesty.

Thinking of the mercury scepter in the dark, the supreme king, Kabbath felt his soul fire chestnut up, a long-overdue feeling of hot blood boiling back into his body.

It's like we're back in the old days of fighting.

Memories deeply stabbed Kabbas, but also ignited the will to fight in his heart. As Brando knows, this tall bone skeleton can't wait, and the elf knight with the same breath is leading the mercenary around it, and if it confronts him again, the battle is about to reverse.

Kabbas squeezed the battle axe, but immediately felt a breath that locked him in.

“Aren't you going to recall the unicorn knight with your own hands?” Kabbas thought that Brando's arrogance made him slightly angry; yesterday he had a fight with Brando, knowing that the strength of the other side was nothing more than a new level of gold.

“I hear that you are familiar with Eruin's court white crow swordsmanship -” the dead general raised his head and said in a dull voice: "But young humans, more than gold, do you think a middle-class swordsmanship in the district can counteract the elements? ”

After listening to Brando smile, thinking that this guy needs to know not only what it's like to fight above gold, but also how to fight after the elements have evolved and the body has been remodeled. I don't think he will be able to talk to him like this at this time in such a lean old fashion.

This is kind of funny. No, it seems to him that Ben Door is suspected of axing.

But at the same time, Brando also opened 'Exploration' - a skill that the Silver Elf has discovered in centuries of battle. At that moment, a series of data appeared on Kabbas' body, and countless white lines stretched out of it:

The body and limbs are dark red, indicating that the body and strength have reached at least the level of the golden midstream; the lower limbs, which control the balance, and the junctions of the arms and core, are light red, representing the subordinate ingenuity of gold. The strength of the soul is cohesive, the will barrier is volatile, but at least there is a silver level, and the level of intelligence is not detectable, and in fact this technique is not capable of exploring what kind of skills the other person possesses.

But none of that matters.

In fact, as a special investigative skill, Brando now knows what special capabilities it has. When he saw the short white line extending around Kabbas' body, he understood that it was a possible route for the other party to attack.

Predictor, this is one of the most powerful probing skills.

When Brando first experimented with this skill, he could hardly believe his eyes, and he didn't realize until that moment why he had hardly heard the name of this skill in past games - the ability of the 'probe' skill to add to the Amber Sword - young people could almost imagine it must be about increasing the speed of response to hits and dodges - because the description of predictions in the game is about gaining insight added to the speed of response to hits and dodges.

It was also normal for such a chicken rib skill not to be mentioned in the forum; after all, most of what he knew was those very famous skills.

But here, 'probing’ is given a completely different meaning by yin and yang, which is the description of the enemy's route of attack. This may have been a human ability in past games, but only a ‘predictor’ can do it here.

Every move is in my eyes.

Brando, it is only then that we understand that the description of the Silver Pokémon by Naminis is not exaggerated. With this, battle power is naturally multiplied - the opponent hasn't done it yet, and you already know its direction of attack, and you know what it means.

As Kabbas gestures of battle, a white line extending from his body is gradually decreasing, five, four, three, eventually fixed to three white lines extending outward.

Brando is familiar with this starting position, one of the basic battle moves of the Maddala Black Knight, and the judgment of his' probing ’skills is the same as his own: three possible directions of attack.

Young hands swung, using white crow swordsmanship to create a wind pressure on the ground, and the airflow spinning on the slab rolled up a steel sword that landed on the ground and then steadily fell into his hands.

“It doesn't matter what you say," replied Brando, "the big story is louder, but ultimately it's up to WWI to decide who wins and who loses! ”

Kabbas snorted coldly.

“Then let me meet the power of your elements, young man.” It moves, and at that moment the offensive route is reduced from three to two, from two to one-

Brando has appeared on that route.

Kabbath stayed.

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)