The Amber Sword

Elements?

Brando has considered this, but this element is somewhat strange in its manifestation. Time? Seems a little like, in past games, he's seen the element of time, but no, it shouldn't be called the element of time —— it should be called the force of time's existence.

But it was also the legend of a face fighter's victory over an RMB fighter, one of the most widely shared legends of late game players; he had the privilege of knowing everything about the power of this presence, at least knowing that the retrospective properties of time were very similar in their local control to the situation he now encountered.

However, it remains to be debated whether there is complete unanimity.

Because words such as stability also do not appear in the description of time.

Brando feels someone approaching behind him, it's Sy. The red-haired girl was slightly injured in her previous confrontation - she walked behind him limping, silently unwrapping her sword and handing it over to him. Brando Ping extended his hand to take over the sword, but this time he was not in a hurry to continue his attack.

Because just now, the ‘probing' skills that have been on suggest a new, unfamiliar atmosphere on the battlefield ——

Roscoe? But Roscoe shouldn't be so strong.

Is it a new enemy?

To stop herself from killing Kabbas?

Brando watched the bone skeleton try hard to climb in the smoke without saying a word, but tried several times to kneel down again, apparently injured well before; and he looked not far away at Kroncia and his mercenaries, who were driving Groudin's broken private army in the direction of the inner city, led by Metisa.

“Here you are. ”

Brando deliberately relaxed himself and didn't go to see the girl around him, just asking.

“You... you know?” Sy looked up at him with amazement. She was obviously on her own, but Brando obviously found out she existed early in the morning.

But then she lowered her head silently, knowing that the young man was very opinionated about certain things, and when she moved alone, she had already thought that it might cause dissatisfaction. She thought that even that lovely businesswoman could bear to blame, let alone herself.

She kept her mouth shut and did not intend to refute it; she thought that all she had to do was not relocate her sins to Sandford. When she gets used to acting alone, the punishment is fine, the feeling of not being valued - she's used to it anyway.

“When you went out with me, I realized, don't forget that the vessel of God's blood was still on me," Brando smiled softly: “Besides, in your character, if you didn't follow me, I'd be surprised...”

How come?

The red-haired girl frowned and looked at Brando questionably.

“Now what are you thinking?” Brando's eyes swept around him and still asked.

The red-haired girl suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but stare at the latter: “My lord, you are not going to find Sandford in their trouble. I work alone, alone. ”

“Where did you think you were going? ”

“Isn't that so?” Sy lowered her head and asked quietly.

“Of course not. I left you on the team because you were Thunford's friend. So I never thought of you as a subordinate, and as for what you think, I respect your choice--”

“Aren't they teammates? ”

“No, just not one of them. ”

Sydney droops her eyelids.

Brando did not look back at her, and he thought he might have guessed some of the thoughts in the heart of a girl with a strong and weak personality; he thought that if it had not been for the mercenaries of the Grey Wolf mercenary corps, she might have preferred to find a quiet place and wait quietly for death.

Protecting others and defending herself became her bond with the world. Makaro hurt her so deeply that for a while, no one could make it up to him, let alone an outsider.

It's just that he's also an outsider, and he can't say much, but to change the subject: “It's not just me, but Metisa and Kabbas know you're around. ”

The red-haired girl was stunned.

“Your life energy is too strong to hide, and in the eyes of the dead, it stings like the sun. ”

“But it 's--” Sy asked.

Brando saw Kabbas finally get up from the ruins shaking, but he didn't seem to plan on doing it. Just look over there and say, "Kabbas, that axe was meant to push you out. I thought you should see it--”

“I'm sorry. ”

“Nothing,” replied Brando. “Thank you. ”

Xi slightly glanced up at the young man and lowered his head.

Brando glanced forward, suddenly shifting his gaze away from Kabbas, looking in the direction of Metisa. Silver Fairy Princess slightly picked her eyebrows, as if she sensed something, she twisted the unicorn's head and straddled the long gun--

The mercenaries immediately stopped.

Although their nominal commander is Kronsia, the performance of the Girl of the Silver Elf in previous battles has deeply subdued them - be it bravery or wisdom, even the silver-haired, middle-aged mercenary leader himself, cannot fail to acknowledge - that the gap between herself and Metisa is too far away.

Besides, they thought that only Groudin's private forces were involved in the battle, but now the strong participation of the Maddala side has left these people a little overwhelmed. After all, the Black Rose War has only just passed, and the horrors of the army of the dead remain in the hearts of everyone in the region.

In such circumstances, they have to rely subconsciously on those who can grasp the situation.

For example, Metisa.

Brando, for example.

“Lord?” The voice of Metisa came from the heart: "Are we not going after it? ”

“Dead spirits have reinforcements. ”

Brando looked around, and the smell of battlefield slumping had become apparent, but apparently the other party had not yet noticed that they had found it ——

The young man looked in one direction, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and shaking the dark mist in the shadows caught his attention: a fine dark screen!

Young people are tight.

“Metissa, look out!” Brando shouted in his heart, but it was still a little late, because before that, a black shadow had been shot at the silver fairy princess on the back of the unicorn, ‘bang’ the sharp sound of weapons interacting with each other. Then Brando sees the elf girl being punched out from afar and into the crowd.

“Silver elf?” After that shadow hit his hand, he said softly 'Huh’. But he immediately retreated backwards, like a black line that repeatedly flexed on the surrounding buildings, and landed in the middle of the road after several successive landings ——

Brando finally saw each other.

The familiar black lock armor and cloak immediately let the young man suck in a breath of cold air and when his eyes fell on the sickle held tight in the other's sharp metal gloves, his heart paused to sink in a position.

But the thing that most tightened his pupils in a circle was the other guy's weird metal mask, crying and laughing.

That is one of the four knights of the Apocalypse, the just judge, White.

Although Brando had long anticipated that after yesterday's clashes, Madara and Groudin would put more people in the city. But what he didn't expect was that the guy who showed up in front of him was this tough guy.

Of course, in this day and age, the title Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse does not yet exist. But the strongest of these four guys should be the Green Knight, Malfous, who is the leader of the 'Wolf Plague' Legion at this moment.

And as for who of the four knights is the least willing to meet, it must be this mysterious black knight, the fair judge - White.

The reason it's not there is because they're too smart. Not only is he a strong individual, but he is also a great commander, and here Brando feels that his plan is about to be beaten by a discount. He couldn't help but look back to the south and west, and I'm afraid his plans are hard to hide from this brilliant commander known as the 'balance on the battlefield', but okay ——

It's probably the only luck.

His most taboo opponent actually appeared on his most confident chess step, otherwise it would be a headache to meet this guy in the closing phase of a chess game.

He couldn't bear to grip the handle of the sword in his hand, and while his hand was sweating cold, he had made up his mind to leave the guy in the night. This unrelated, lightweight guy like Kabbas can be disposed of at will, but white must stay.

“White Tiamas?” Brando forced himself to calm down, "said Madara's legendary 'balance on the battlefield' - Mr. Tagus, who seemed to take me seriously without one eye, actually sent his deputy. ”

As soon as he said that, there was silence on the battlefield.

The title 'The balance on the battlefield' is not famous in Eruin, but Tagus's deputy, the title, is enough to make everyone feel like Ray. In fact, the mercenaries who were lifting Metissa up from the ground almost couldn't help but throw the weapons on their hands to the ground -- Kabbas, Tagus' deputy, what the hell is going on, the names that only exist in the legend, how it's like a rush, a little place in this remote part of the country this evening.

Especially in Kronsia, this silver-haired middle-aged man who barely endured to make his already whitened face more miserable, thought he was in the right direction at first, but now he looks -- he looks white, he looks at Brando, he can't help but regret that his bowels are blue.

Either side, he shouldn't have been involved at all!

The Black Knight was also slightly flashed.

“Looks like you're familiar with us,” said the magnetic voice under the metal mask: "Humans, you're not Viscount Gunstine. And it's not Brando of Butch —— you say you're a highland knight, but it's impossible for a black tower wizard to know so much about Madara. ”

“Looks like our investigation into you failed completely, human. ”

He grinned, “But I personally have a guess, and I suspect more that you're an 'ancestor' --”

Ancestors!?

Brando immediately heard Sy gently ‘ah’ behind herself.

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