The Amber Sword

A magical glow penetrates the layer of darkness and ascends into the sky -

The light illuminates the vast earth and the edges of the light change over the ruins, outlining the remnants of the ruins at the south gate of Cold Cedar City.

Vern, the leader of the Fire Regiment, whose cold face and hard lines were constantly changing under this light, staggered his hands against the handle of a sword engraving a demon's head, stood motionless in the night, and his sinking gaze looked ahead - the forest on the horizon seemed to form a thin layer of night in the darkness, as if it were a hidden ink line, but the other side of the darkness gradually sent a row of rugged footsteps, sand sounded, from afar - as if it were a footstep from hell.

But that was a huge army moving in a neat and uniform fashion.

The head of a sexy and beautiful mercenary with long hair like a fire wasn't quite right, Vern had never been a knight of Eruin in the past. But he had a long scar on his neck, a memory from the past —— he was actually a retired cavalry who fought Madara in Karasu. So he closes his eyes and can almost tell from the depths of his soul the source of that humming sound.

Like the ocean of Madara, endless, endless armies of skeletons. The footsteps of a row of bone skeletons, one row at a time, fell over his heart strings.

Red flames lit by stars in the dark, more and more, drifting behind the fog as if it were a ghost fire. The mercenaries picked up the weapons at hand and stood up from the ruins in their faces. Behind the temporary construction of a project on the rubble, more and more people, head builds up, no one speaks, the sound seems to have been swallowed up by the approaching, drumming pace, everyone held their breath and watched the scene:

The Army of the Undead presents itself a little from the darkness.

Someone came to Vern and they were members of the Fire Regiment. Even some of the wizards in the Fire Regiment, who have always served as the brains of the mercenary regiment in past battles - have been hesitant to fight whether this battle is worth it or not. The key question is whether they want to offend the young Viscount for it. But at this moment, when they saw a skeleton army roaming across the earth like a tide from the darkness, they felt a sigh of cold air.

That's Madara, the bright roses and thorns in the darkness, representing an irresistible atmosphere, as if it were death that everyone would eventually face ——

“Captain?” Under his hood, the wizard revealed half a pale face and asked in a low voice.

Vern didn't say a word.

“Captain, there are thousands of them,” he whispered. "We add the others, only in the early 200s. Besides, there's no way to trust anyone outside the group. Are we really going to fight these bone skeletons right here for a word of commitment? Even spelling out the brothers? ”

“Where can we escape?” The tall man turned around and glanced at him lightly: “I know better than you how they used to be, and the city is now surrounded by four breads - a lesson I learned in Carasou is never to try to guess how many dead spirits there are, because it's always more than you think. ”

He raised his head and looked forward: "But in large numbers, they were all low-grade bone skeletons that had just been summoned from the cemetery, and as long as they persisted until daylight, they naturally retreated. ”

“Captain? ”

Vern lifted one hand and interrupted the words of his wizard: “Now our only hope is that the young adult, two golden first-order beings, will be enough to lead us to prominence; just send a magical signal and tell the adult that, in two hours, the Fire Regiment will not die -”

The tall man waved: "Raise the banner of the regiment, even if it's dead, I want to see it flying under the dawn ——”

“Hmm! Since that young nobleman kept me until dawn, let me see how this first beam of light penetrated through the darkness -" Vern replied, knowing Brando's intentions: "If he can do it, it doesn't matter if I'm the captain. ”

The wizards came down and looked at each other.

Two hours later.

It's the dawn...

……

“Ancestors? ”

Metissa stopped and frowned. The young girl turned her horse with a long gun and tightened every nerve of her body to watch the dead general standing in front of the defensive line built by the dead spirit, striking a black cloak, and painting a silver balance on the cloak with a cold breath all over her body. She doesn't know why the other person suddenly says something like that. But it was true that before the age of co-rule, there was a legend in ancient mythology - in the dark and turbulent era, the knights of Tianqing led the first forefathers out of shelter, defeated the dragon of dusk known as the ‘ultimate disaster', and then began the year of chaos -

But Lord Lord, how could you be a foreigner?

In addition to the Dragons, the children of the Golden Generation have long lost their blood and even become legends on the earth. Even the descendants of silver have been called proud before this era. And after the Dark Dragon era, the blood was scattered across the earth, and even the survival of the Silver Clan became uncertain. How could there be any ancestors walking on the earth?

Unless Brando is a dragon.

But the elf girl immediately shook her head to refute the suspicion that even the young body of the Dragon Nation had just been born would not be weak as Lord. Even so, the girl suddenly felt a little sorry for Brando, who blushed and hurried to apologize in her heart. But she turned her horse around and coldly asked, "Bullshit, what do you mean? ”

White raised her head, a cold metal mask with half a tear and half a smile, but a pair of golden flame eyes beneath the mask made Metisa feel a little strange - the dead man holding a sickle still - and the Girl of the Silver Elf hurriedly blinked her eyes, afraid she would be enchanted by each other. But the mask of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse smiled in anger:

“Like I said, apparently, as you understand.” The Black Knight's voice is filled with a metal echo.

“Bullshit!” Metissa looked around and saw that the spirit was far stronger than she had imagined, but she stopped and the mercenaries stagnated. Pokémon Girl couldn't decide if she wanted to ask Lord Lords for help. The battle between Brando and Kabbas had created a thick layer of smoke on the street. She didn't know what was going on behind her back, but was worried about distracting Brando because of herself.

But noble militias are not allowed to enter the inner city under impasse, so it would be better to delay it for a while. She bit a pale silver lower lip: “The blood of gold has long been lost, and there are ancestors walking on the earth. ”

With a smile on his face, he replied quietly: "Indeed, the ancients were all golden people, but Miss Elf, you forgot - and the existence of the ‘fool'. ”

The Fairy Princess couldn't help but smile: "Dark Dragon? That's funny. You think Lord Dark Dragon? Does such a lie make sense? No one will believe...”

“Meaningless," shook his head in white: “But in Madara, there is a legend that says, 'The Lord of darkness will return, and he will insight into the hearts and minds of men, and he will make everything clear.' I'm sure you've heard this ancient legend, because it spreads from the black prophecies of the Minors, who are your dead enemies, right? ”

“So what? ”

“Nothing, I just met a witch named Barbasa in Lidenburg," White answered carelessly, “You know, the witches are always more acute about dark power than the average person. ”

Silver Elf Girl shook her head: "But you probably forgot that the Dragon of Darkness was once the greatest enemy of our family, and I knew each other better than the witches; and there was a saying in the prophecy of darkness, ‘Darkness is born from the inhumans, and the glorious people are extinguished from the flames’. Lord is a human being, a descendant of Gilt, the king of flames, after all the honorable people -- can't you deny that? ”

“That's true.” Pick up the sickle and nod your head on your shoulders.

“No more separating, who are you?” The other party doesn't seem to care about her delay, and Metisa feels unconsciously restless. She has decided to strike again, and if there is nothing she can do, she can only ask for Lord's support.

There was a smile under the metal mask: “I remember I said my name was White. White Tiamas. Joo-yue is my name, I am the balance of war, the just judge of hearts and minds--”

The Dead Spirit leads a hand to his chest and bows slightly.

“It's the instigator and the provocateur, right?” Metissa coldly said that she raised her long gun - but didn't expect it to move faster than she did, she was just about ready to do it, and lowered her head as if she had seen it with her own eyes. The sickle behind his hand swung forward and a black light swept towards Metisa. The elf princess was surprised to bite her teeth back, but was still swept away by the end. The black light burst into bright light when it collided with the spiritual shield around her body. The air flow swept around her, and the mercenaries nearby to her left backed away. The girl grunted and suffered no minor injuries.

“Strong Soul Power, Worthy of Silver Pokémon Ghost -”

So answered White, looking at the Soul Fire shining around Metisa's body. Meanwhile, he raised his hand backwards.

The ‘Spine' columns were instructed to move forward immediately, removing the skeleton behind them and entering the attack posture. At the same time, the mercenaries are being beaten down by previous attacks and have no time to worry about them. Metissa, who held on to the wound, looked up at the scene, and a slight panic flashed in her pale silver eyes, and she bit her teeth and shouted, "No.”

The Dead Spirit General has put his hands down cold.

With a slight chirp, the sound of air vibration echoes back to the ear for a long time.

A row of bone spears--

The panic in the eyes of the elf girl instantly became decisive, and the little princess pressed her hand against her chest and shouted: "Ptyoona-!” (Ancient Elf Language: Wings of the Spirit ——!

Her voice was like a string of wind chimes that penetrated the battlefield in an instant, and at the same time, everyone saw the fire of the soul surrounding the young lady's knight erupt between hectares - it was like a pair of huge, unfolding wings, once the power of the soul was opened, haunted by the night, forming a layer of shiny hexagonal transparent network in a dark, sunken background - between moments, the entire street was fully integrated under the wing of the elf girl herself, and the bone spears falling from the sky fell on these transparent meshes, and every impact sparkled, but almost every bone spear was stopped and instantly turned into flying ash.

The mercenaries raised their heads and the flashing light lit their faces, but in any case, they understood —— they were saved.

White quietly looked at the scene and his golden eyes flashed: “Silver Pokémon Ancient Warfare Technique -”

He smiled and leveled the sickle in his hand.

When the fire of the soul opened, there was no more protection for Metisa--

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