The Amber Sword

“Elements?”

Brando does not seem to have heard of similar elements, although reversing causes and consequences, time retroactivity and spatial misalignment can achieve similar effects. But the first description of logic (causality) is: sequential, regular, and time is only related to the relative motion of the object, and the process of reversal cannot be associated with itself.

The power of the gold-grade element is inherently uncontrollable and necessarily driven by itself and it, so the time element is almost invariably excluded.

There are too many definitions of space, just one element of ‘space' has several meanings and intersects a lot with the time element. Order, stability, seemed to describe the definition of space, but space contained countless sub-definitions - related to displacement, vectors, motion, and even matter and spirit.

On one point, however, the spatial misalignment is related to displacement and clearly has no link whatsoever between static and stability.

As for the sub-elements that are even lower: necessarily causal, or optical, or folded, or curved, or illusionary, elements that do not allow the material sphere to reduce temperature, let alone relate to order and stability.

Brando felt close behind him, with a hint of humor coming from his nose, like after the summer in the southern hills of Eruin, a sort of scent of a tree leaf - a leaf he knew Sy often carried on her clip. If he doesn't turn around, he feels the red-haired girl walking up to him, and she looks ahead and unties her sword - though not often - and silently hands it over to him.

“Huh.” Sy said.

“Thanks.”

Brando took over the sword and saw Kabbas' tall figure stand apart with the rubble leaping toward the falling stone. The Lord of the Dead looked at this side with hatred, and the power of Brando's elements made it uncertain: the power of the soul was designed to intensify attacks and defenses, falling completely down in the wind compared to the strange elements of the young man, almost overturned; it dared not move lightly, and although the mercenaries, led by Metisa, struck Baron Groudin's private army without a trace, Kabbas could only confront Brando without a move.

It used to stabilise the winning ticket, but at this moment it was even worried that the mysterious young man would launch an attack, a bone skeleton pressing the wound on his brass armor, and not sure if he really stood in Brando's way. It knew that the situation could not be changed, but at least it called for Brando to remain here.

“Beat it?” Sy grabbed the axe gun and turned back and asked.

Brando shook his head. He was equally uncertain that the elements were too volatile to be mastered. And Kabbas actually outweighs him by far, and he can afford to make mistakes, but he can't. If he misjudges the role of the elements, just let Kabbas seize the opportunity to fight back, then the cost is something he cannot afford.

Young people have long set aside life and death, but he is responsible for more people in this position.

Death is simple, but a coward's choice.

“That attack was just to push you out, I thought you could see.” Brando replied that he was talking about Sy blocking that axe for him.

“I'm sorry,” Sy suddenly reacted, looking at him in shock: "You... you know what?” But she was obviously a man who followed her, so far away in the woods, and she also had experience hiding in the woods. The red-haired girl clearly remembered him walking far ahead with Fania, never turning back, and suddenly she shut up and looked suspiciously at Brando.

She suspected Brando wasn't cheating on her.

“When you went out with me, I realized," replied Brando, "the vessel of God's blood. ”

“Ah.”

The red-haired girl bowed her head and, in her view, this young lord was accustomed to taking control of everything, and I did what I could. Even that lovable businesswoman, he could blame himself, let alone her. But she thought about it before she acted, blaming it was good, and she was used to it anyway - at least compared to feeling undervalued.

She took a gentle breath and suddenly remembered another possibility. He doesn't want to relieve Thunford and everyone, does he? The more the teenage girl thought it was possible, she couldn't help but look up at him vigilantly.

“What are you thinking?” Brando reads a clear suspicion from the eyes of this red-haired girl.

“I work alone, alone.” Sy frowned.

“Take charge?” Brando looked at Cabbage as if you could or I could not wait. But he wasn't in a hurry, so he just talked to Sy all the time. Instead, his careless attitude led the red-haired girl to believe that he would surely be angry with the Grey Wolf mercenary. She could not help but feel uneasy and did not expect her actions to confess guilt to others.

Sy bit her teeth, “Whatever! ”

Although she was just an orphan, a girl who grew up in a mercenary group. But it is also familiar with rumours of nobility.

Brando looked at her slightly. The girl's cheeks were red and even her ears were burning, as if she had exhausted all her strength to say this: “Whatever... My lord, please don't go to their trouble. ”

“Huh?”

“It's not enough.” Sy bites her teeth and asks.

“What?” Brando was a little confused: “They? Who are they?”

“Thunford, and everybody else. ”

“Why should I bother them? ”

The red-haired girl was stunned, and she raised her head and looked at Brando with amber eyes, as if to distinguish the authenticity between his divine colors.

“Because...” she realized, but immediately shut up.

Brando suddenly understood what she was saying, and he smiled: "In your character, I'd be surprised if you didn't follow me. ”

“Really?” asked Xi. She said, “I sound like an idiot...”

“No,” Brando shook his head: "I just respected your choice. ”

“What about the others?” The red-haired girl's eyes sparkled.

“Everyone has their own responsibilities and duties, just as a person can be free, but not at all times.” Brando replied, "I respect their choice as much as I do, but after the choice, all that remains is responsibility for the choice. Impulse can dominate a person's temporal behavior, but the line between ideal and naive is whether a person really understands what he is going to do about it and what he is willing to do about it. ”

“So I'm sure you're here, and you won't choose to escape, will you? ”

The red-haired girl nodded and looked at a shadow cast by Castle Cold Cedar in the darkness and said harshly: "Hey, if you want me to back off in front of that scum, why don't you kill me--”

“So our attitude is the same -” Brando smiled bitterly: "Why should we blame you for standing on the same front and fighting side by side? ”

Sydney droops her eyelids: “In the end, I am an outsider. ”

Brando glanced at her and suddenly realized what the girl was thinking. Of course he wants her to be a subordinate, a gold-grade combat force that will attract attention anywhere. But this is also good, slowly integrating into this group, which is more emotionally solid. He never intended to give up Sy, just blackmail a girl with other members of the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps, which was clearly not his hobby.

So he just laughed.

Silence on the battlefield. Brando looked at Kabbath's giant bone paw holding that spear - which, of course, is no different from ordinary guns - and the fire of the soul in the eyes of the Lord of the Dead was burning, motionless. The young man knew that he had decided to set himself up here, and he looked distracted at the battle ahead and simply said to Sy: "Sy. ”

“In.”

“Go back to Metisa, will you? I'll take care of this.”

Sy nodded and lifted the axe gun.

She looked at Kabbas in the fog, took two steps and stopped again. “Just by order -" the girl's voice said softly, Brando flashed slightly and raised his head. But the shadow of the red-haired girl disappeared into the dusty streets. Brando laughed as soon as he stayed.

He looked up at Kabbas again and both sides were still motionless.

And while Brando confronted the Lords of the Dead, Metisa was in trouble on the other side of the battlefield. While the mercenaries continued to drive Groudin's private army towards the inner city, the battle will and the strength of the fighting led to a smooth offensive that was in trouble as it approached Castle Cold Fir. This is the last line of defense for the aristocratic militias, but it is not only the private army of Groudin that stands behind it, but also a row of bones flashing with a pale bone glow and white under the moon.

These Skull Soldiers are very different from what Brando has seen in Butch, and compared to the average Skull Soldier, they are wearing lightweight leather armour, short spears in their hands, short swords in their waist, and a small round shield. And each one carries three to four identical bone spears, standing still behind the line of defense, motionless - but in fact, in earlier brief contacts, they have caused enormous losses to the mercenaries. And if Brando were here to distinguish these dead creatures - Madara's elite 'bone spine' squadron, these bone skeletons are the commando squadron of the lower dead, the famous SS of Tagus - it could even be called the ‘high presence’ of the lower units.

And in fact, there they are, where Tagus or his senior generals are supposed to be.

It's like this moment standing quietly in front of a female knight, a dead knight with a giant sickle on the ground, dressed in a long black cloak. One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse who said that the most powerful presence of the season should be the Green Horseman, Malfous, who is the leader of the Legion of the 'Wolf Plague' at this moment. But the most taboo, and mysterious, is not the Black Knight, and the fair judge is nothing.

It raised its head, half the crying and half the smiling expression on the metal mask constituted a weird symbol, but those golden eyes fell on Metisa.

“Who are you?” Metisa frowned slightly before she struck out with each other and instinctively felt the other's strength.

“Silver elf," the black knight whispered, full of magnetic voices. Huh? “Are you with that man, too? It's impossible to see. Neither Viscount Gunstine nor Brando of Bucci - the self-proclaimed Highland Knight - could the Wizard of the Black Tower have such knowledge of Madara. He seemed more like an ancestor to me...”

“Ancestors?” Silver Fairy Princess stayed for a while.

But he raised his head.

His eyes lit a ray of fire in the south, a magic signal rising up in the sky --

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