The Amber Sword

Six dark, icy rock bridges rose from beneath Charles' scepter and burst into the inner city's walls. After shaking a mountain, the knights of Groudin climbed from behind the protective wall in a westerly direction, shocked to discover that there was already a straight path between them and their opponents - unhindered.

The time on the battlefield was silent, as if the silent angels were flying over the heads of everyone in the room, silencing them.

But the young wizard retracted his cane, stood back, and lifted his head to smile at the dusty knights above the walls.

At that moment, the dull horseshoe sounded from behind him--

The cavalry among the mercenaries had emerged from behind Charles and, in an instant, had crossed the young wizard, who had rushed to the bridge of rocks. The cavalry moved forward, as did the sword in the hands of the young lord behind them - Brando's sword reflected the stars' cold light, motionless - as if in response to the same command:

Attack! Destroy the enemy!

The ground rumbled and the noble knights finally changed their faces. Large numbers of mercenaries flooded the walls, but Brando summoned faster than they did. The young man had abandoned his cards and reset two Holy Archangels, who had been badly wounded in the battle with Kabbas and White. He had taken Metissa's cards out of the cemetery while ordering the Holy Archangel to strike - the Angel of Light, with his wings moving over everyone's head, instantly flew over the walls, his sword flashing in his hand and his head had tumbled down. Silver superior strength is not worth mentioning in front of Kabbas and White, but in front of these aristocratic knights is an insurmountable mountain, centered on its footing, the knights retreat, their only option seems to be to flee hastily, and a large number of knights have to turn around and push down the city building.

Soon, a gap was opened on the city wall.

Seeing this scene, he snorted coldly. He dragged Groudin into the castle without saying a word, and for him, it was none of his business if the humans were dead or alive, as long as they were in good hands. The same situation, of course, fell on Brando's eyes everywhere and anytime, and he smiled: White still doesn't understand human nature!

The young man bowed his head and whispered something to Sy around him. The girl glanced at him slightly and walked away half-heartedly. Immediately after she left, the battlefield shouted:

“Lord Baron escaped! ”

“Lord Baron has escaped! ”

When the cry sounded, the few noble soldiers who still insisted on resisting in the city were slightly silent. They couldn't help but turn back and look for Groudin's trail, but the result was that the front was finally shaking at this moment. This is like the last straw that crumbles a camel, and when it is discovered that it has lost its lord, the knights of Groudin collapse all the way, or simply resist and give up completely.

The situation became clearer, as mercenaries poured into the city building like a flood, putting down the suspension bridge - Brando then brought people into the castle, because for him: there was also the last war.

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The castle is dark and obscure, and the corridor is infinitely down a spiral shape. But perhaps Groudin thought he was the only one who knew the secret passage to Castle Cold Cedar, but unfortunately, that was nothing to Brando. This is the innate advantage of his soul on the other side, just like when the Baron and Madara's Dead General enter the hall where the secret passage lies, the young follow.

Both parties entered the lobby simultaneously.

And both sides stopped at the same time when they saw each other - Brando, Syd and Charles at one end and Groudin and White at the other - and the Baron obviously didn't expect that to happen. He stayed for a moment and almost thought he had been betrayed by someone. There was a long table between the two sides at one time, and they couldn't move one another.

The hall is still that hall, as if it were the same scene as the previous day, and now it's reappearing, even with such a stunning similarity.

In a strange silence, the air flow in the lobby tends to stop even -

But Brando looked up, and he looked at the beautiful red crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and he couldn't help but think that history was just amazingly similar. It's just that the day before he chose to compromise here, but now he's coming to retrieve what he lost. Then he lowered his head and looked at Groudin with the Soul Knight in front of him.

White doesn't seem surprised to see them quietly either.

The Horseman lifted up his right hand and held Groudin behind him with a giant sickle, and replied, "Humans, you're much better than I thought; I'm surprised, Eluin and a lower nobleman like you--”

The sound was hollow as if it were a layer of rusty metal that was being painted off.

Brando shook his head.

“Well, don't waste time, Tiamas,” he interrupted the guy, “you know who I'm here to take. I know I can't keep you, but don't delude yourself into taking this Baron Eluin. ”

He deliberately increased the pronunciation of the last few words.

"I don't know who you are, let alone think of you as Lord Viscount. But I remember, Mr. Viscount, in your human world, the rules between nobles are not the same. ”

“Behind me is the local lord, a noble baron, whose noble lineage runs back even to the last dynasty among you. But today, Viscount, you tell me, now you are going to strike one of the members of this glorious family, between nobility and nobility, to set the precedent for the bloody massacre? ”

“Of course I can drop my hand," shrugged his shoulder, "but I put my hand down, would you dare kill him? ”

Groudin stood behind the collar of the Dead Spirit and looked gloomy.

“The honour of the kingdom will not fall on the head of the traitor. ”

“Dead nets are not your game rules either. ”

Brando smiled a little: "What am I doing here if one of the precincts is enough to break Count Denel's net? ”

White slightly stunned.

“What a big breath.” Baron Groudin finally had the opportunity to insert a sentence that he almost grinded out of between his teeth: "I don't know where your confidence comes from, Viscount Gunstine, a district that allows Count Denel. ”

“Did I make you talk?” Brando, look at him.

The young man's cold eyes pierced Groudin's heart like a knife, his pupils shrunk slightly and he shut up immediately.

Madara's dead general applauded: "Good spirit,” the metal staggered voice came from under the mask. “The Colonians (*) have said that intelligent men need to learn to strike a balance between thinking and doing. Mr. Viscount, and in particular, I believe that Baron Groudin, as a dignified nobleman, has learned the lesson he deserves. I think there's room for everyone to turn around. ”

(* Residents of the area between Grace and St. Osor, the Knights of the Church Regiment, and the dominant nation of Grace)

“The Lonians also said blood for blood and teeth for teeth.” Charles added with a smile behind Brando.

“Flowing, after all, is not adult your blood. ”

“Indeed, but nobility is not innate.” Brando replied coldly.

White silence.

But the young man also frowned because, in his impression, the black knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was never a bullshit man. Quite the contrary, he and Alberton the White Knight are famous silent oligarchs who do things decisively, like doing things, rather than exaggerating. But now the opposite of what he knows, Brando definitely doesn't think it's because of what happened to him at the moment.

Then there is only one reason left.

What's so important about Groudin? I just don't know what kind of agreement was reached between Madara and the Jean de Neil family! But what makes him more suspicious is the purpose of the delay here.

But the best way to break an unknown trap is to keep them from paying as they wish.

Brando simply didn't say a word. He reached out his right hand and pressed his white glove against the sword, gently pressing it, and the man had taken a step forward. He just moved, and the cold momentum suddenly crossed half the hall--

The white wire didn't move, but Groudin behind him took three steps backwards and almost fell to the ground. The baron of the kingdom stood red-handed, biting his teeth and looking at Brando, but his heart was filled with unbelievable emotions. He himself was just a black-and-white swordsman, but he could feel the real power that had erupted before Brando - stronger again!

Groudin can't believe that a person can become so much stronger overnight, and of course he can't guess that it's a sensory illusion of 22 elements that make a hierarchy, the only possibility he can think of is that the other person must have been hiding strength before.

He immediately told the white, black knight nodded his head and looked at Brando in a playful way ——

The Kabbas report cannot go wrong.

But Groudin shouldn't be lying to him right now, not to mention he just realized it himself. So who should he trust?

But Madara's Dead General's collar didn't look so vivid, just asking, "Mr. Viscount, don't think twice before proceeding? ”

“Tiamas, interfering with things between humans is not good for you," Brando shook his head with a sword: “You know, you can't leave with Groudin. In that case, why fight me in a meaningless battle? Out of the way, I know it's not your habit--”

But he shook his head.

He watched Brando step closer, pressed the baron back a little bit with a giant sickle and kept his distance, then said, “For Mr. Viscount, this battle is really unnecessary. But for me, Madara has never had a tradition of alliance with the living - but it's not a good reputation for us to abandon our allies for the first time, mostly for the first time. ”

He smiled at the mask: "Besides, you're absolutely right. It's a little difficult for me to protect the Baron under strong enemies.”

“Mr. Tiamas!” Groudin was frightened, his face was white and he asked in panic.

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