The Amber Sword

Intense flashes even penetrate the boundaries of the power of the soul, as if the entire space were shaking, the thunder rolling, an electrical ring sweeping across all sides ——

The sound of a 'snap' electric current suddenly felt a strange feeling from the young man who was quietly confronting Lord Kabbas of the Dead. He looked down at a plush on his woolen coat and raised his head. On the black trench coat, on the streets and even on the buildings and ruins on both sides, an arc suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared. The blue and white electric spark stretched forward along all the conductors to make a snap sound.

Brando felt slightly, instinctively wrong.

He turned around, but the fog in front was still calm, but this strange silence created a little vigilance in his mind. He walked forward, and he moved, and Kabbas followed, and the tall skeleton screamed, coming out of the ruins and stopping in front of him. Brando lifted his eyelids and looked at the guy and asked angrily, “Why, haven't you eaten enough lessons? ”

Kabbas cleaved his jaw and smiled silently: "Try it. ”

The young man looked heavy and a long sword popped out of his sheath. This was Sy's sword, and he felt slightly lighter. But even so, he simply pushed Kabbas back a step. It can be seen that this Lord of the Undead is very taboo of his strange elements, but he is determined to stay here.

Brando frowned for a moment, and Kabbas' cunning went beyond his expectations. Without knowing what was going on ahead, he really didn't dare attack. He has a white deer statue that can be used for reconnaissance, but Roscoe, the evil sorcerer hidden in the dark, is much deeper on the creation of magic than he is. I'm afraid playing this little trick in front of the other side is not good enough.

Why hasn't Metisa reported yet?

The sensation in Brando's heart went forward, but as if his gaze had gone into the fog, there was no response. He took a breath, and it was at this time that a familiar, weak voice finally sounded in his heart:

“Lord, time is limited, I shall be brief. There is also a Dead General, very strong, coughing... his name is White...” This is the voice of Metisa.

But the voice stopped.

White?

What's this guy doing here? He thought of the cold metal mask behind the name, and the cold hair behind it couldn't help but stand upright. If he's not mistaken, only one of the generals in the camp of Instaron will be called this: the Black Knight of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the Judge, the White. Tiamas. But this guy is Tagus' deputy, isn't Tagus and Madara supposed to still be fighting the Southern Legion of Eruin further south? What the hell is going on?

What exactly are these ghostly spirits plotting here if they don't need such a heavyweight figure just to sign a pact with Groudin or even Denel?

Brando's mind flashed through countless thoughts at a time, and his white appearance left him a little overwhelmed, but the young man remained at least superficially calm. He raised his head, glanced coldly at Kabbas, and approached him with a long sword - a light yellow soul flash in the orbit of a tall skull shelf, which seemed to be confused as to why Brando seemed to suddenly become impulsive. But it has only one task, which is to stop this young man.

Kabbas's body was slightly rickety and he had gripped the spear in his claws.

In the face of this tough guy, Brando grinds his teeth. Now the situation is reversed, he doesn't have time to get involved here with this guy, he sinks his face and says coldly, "Kabbas, if you want to go back to the hills of the dead and run your own territory, I'm giving you one last chance.” In a hurry, Brando doesn't mind calling out the boss of each other.

The spark flashed in Kabbas's eyes: "You know us well? ”

Brando, as if he hadn't heard it, threw the sword at his fingertips; ‘when’ the sound of metal colliding with the ground, the young man looked up at each other without saying a word.

It's like looking at a dead thing.

Kabbas cracked open his jaw and smiled sarcastically: "What, young man, do you want to surrender? ”

“Kabbas, you stupid, careful--” Roscoe's voice came from the street.

“What?”

“Careful, he's got magic fluctuations!” The young spiritual wizard warned in disgust.

Kabbas was stunned and couldn't help but look at Brando. But as it cautioned each other suddenly, sticking out the finger of the bone fence and pointing forward, “Are you saying that this young man, only in his early twenties, is not only a golden swordsman, but also a witch? Roscoe, are you nuts about psychic science?” The tall bone skeleton asks in a dramatic tone.

Roscoe's voice went silent, and in fact even he felt somewhat unlikely. Because even if they are chosen by heaven, they will never be comprehensive, and some may be talented, but time is always limited. A golden swordsman in his early twenties also attaches the status of a wizard, which is a nightmare, and I'm afraid only those foremen in the battle of the saints possess such power.

But what kind of a foreigner is he?

Gilt, the King of Fire, Saint Osor of the Wind, the Great Cleric Fanzan, Saint Ellanta, the four foremen who led the nations in the battle of the Saints against the dragon of darkness, the one who was not the true king of the ruling party. Even Loki, the eternal king of Madara, who held the mercury wand, could only bow his head in front of those people, unable to hope for their backs in strength or fame.

It's just that neither Roscoe nor Kabbas guessed, they weren't wrong, it's just that Brando's magic fluctuations weren't from the wizard ——

It's a travel mage.

Brando drooped his eyelids and silently retrieved his pool of elements, in fact his pool of elements has remained virtually unchanged since he first opened it: ten grids of fire elements, eight grids of other elements, and still no pool of light and dark elements. Looking at such a near-crippled pool of elements, the young man had to sigh in secret - with such meagre power, he had no capacity to change the situation at all - and Brando closed his eyes and took a long breath.

Well, then, there's only one way.

And at the same moment. When Cabez saw Brando standing there with his eyes closed and his head still, instead of aggressively attacking him, he took a slight step backwards, somewhat indefinitely; in the previous battle between the young man and him, the psychological shadow of that strange element on this tall skull was too deep, and although the dead spirit had no fear of such emotions, it was also not customary to send him to teach the other man such a lesson.

Especially if Kabbas is such a high spiritual lord, first of all the dark nobility's conservative honor will not allow it to do so.

“Magic is gathering, Kabbas.” Roscoe finally couldn't help but talk. The magic that surrounds Brando has pushed the limits of the magic that an intermediate wizard can possess, going straight to the top, looking at the line between black iron and silver. Kabbas made a clicking sound in his chest, and he said, "I know, I feel it too, don't worry ——”

Indeed, a silver-tier sorcerer has nothing to worry about.

But a gold-grade swordsman and a silver wizard, this scene still gave rise to a little confusion about what language to use to describe himself. Roscoe even wondered if it was a wrong choice and unlimited potential to suspect that they were coming here to find this young man! He couldn't believe he could actually witness the birth of such a genius.

But Brando finally opened his eyes, and his pale brown eyes were calm, and at that moment, Roscoe and Kabbas were acutely feeling —— the young man's momentum had changed. It is no longer the cold brought about by the elements, but an all-encompassing state -

“At four o'clock, the Matanians called it the Dark Sleep, a phase of rest for all things," Brando lifted his eyelids and looked at the tall Skull General: “If I recall correctly, what the Dead Spirit called the midnight day was the darkest moment of the day. Am I right, Kabbas? ”

“Huh?”

Kabbas grabbed the spear in his hand and made a pointless syllable out of his chest.

“Nothing,” Brando shook his head: “I just wanted to say that before the sun grew, the world was a darkness ——” he lifted his hand and threw it forward —— and it seemed like nothing was in Kabbas et al., but Brando really threw out a card of tiny light that sparkled his destiny: “But darkness was also good for me! ”

The card landed on the floor.

“Destiny Card: Rubis' Mercenary, Discard Card Library, Reset! ”

The wind element pool was emptied in a flash. Then, in the shocked eyes of Kabbas and Roscoe, twelve mercenaries accompanied the appearance of twelve formats that resurfaced the streets, while the newly admitted Rubies mercenaries met face-to-face and did not yet understand what was happening. But only the tiger bird reacted first, and he immediately asked in his heart:

“My lord, what's the matter, have you reset the card group? ”

Brando nodded.

But Kabbas' eyes swept from these mercenaries one by one, and the fire of his soul shook slightly in his eyes: "I didn't know you were still a summoner, a young man. With the power of the silver class, I summoned twelve black iron class fighting creatures at once, a summoning spell I've never seen before. You're definitely not ordinary, Brando, or Viscount Gunstine. But ——” The tall bone skeleton turns around and it asks in a dull, low voice: "Do you really think adding twelve more black iron fights could change the game? ”

Kabbas shook his head and smiled silently.

It's just that young people don't seem to hear it. He had a math in his heart, and he turned around and looked at the Wild Elf sisters ——

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