The Amber Sword

“Mr. Tiamas! ”

Baron Groudin was frightened by the white words and could not bear the white on his face. The only thing he can rely on now is this dead general of Madara, and if none of his opponents can protect him properly, the savage young Viscount is afraid that he will really kill him with one sword.

But he ignored him and said to himself, “But for half an hour, I have this confidence. ”

“Half an hour?” Brando, like a real old opponent, captures the point of the sentence: “What's the point of half an hour? Or is there a reason you're stalling me for half an hour? ”

“If it weren't for the enemy, I wondered if you were one of my best friends,” I couldn't help but sigh: “Why do you always act so knowledgeable about me, even if it was Marissa? I didn't know that much either. ”

Brando just smiled.

Of course he knew that Marissa was actually a white maid, and that bastard was actually bending around to hurt him. But even verbally, he was unwilling to show weakness, which was in keeping with his understanding of the guy; the proud nature of losing verbally would never admit the bill, even in Madara offended many people, otherwise he would not be assigned to the regiment of miscellaneous instarons.

But he thought so, but he didn't keep it. He continued to move forward, no more than ten meters from the white. At the same time, Charles was ready for spells behind him.

“Mr. Viscount.” Open your mouth, “you said." Why didn't you get a signal from Simon? ”

Brando's face suddenly sank when he thought of something in his heart.

“Ah, I suppose that's a pretty red-haired mercenary lady, huh?” The Sovereign Knight replied: “Of course you don't have to worry, my lord, I have very few men at my disposal and should not be enough to cause them any trouble. But there's one thing I have to tell you —— I sent someone to intercept them, and I'm sure there's more than enough time to delay it. ”

Brando didn't say a word.

But he said to himself, “I'm sure Simon, my kind should have invaded the city by this time. Of course, it's all dirty, low-level bone skeletons and lack of command, and you know I don't trust those lower body witches very much. But anyway, Mr. Viscount, if you don't go back and fix this right now -- don't say the life of that beautiful lady, I'm afraid the whole war is going to be very troublesome, right? ”

The young man at least listened to his bullshit and took a deep breath and tried to restrain himself without punching each other in the face. All he wants now is this crow's mouth to never speak again, but anger returns to anger, but it's clear in his heart that there's no need for the other party to lie ——

In fact, he has also been worried about the war in the direction of Siemens, because, as White put it, he has not received the magic beacon of a female mercenary leader named Yuta. But if the situation is as serious as the latter says, the war is more than a hassle, it is simply dangerous.

Not to mention the loss to Cold Cedar City caused by these influx of dead spirits, but also blocked the way for each of them. The inner city walls are low and cannot withstand the impact of the Skull Army. And if you let the opponent into the inner city.

Brando couldn't bear to sink.

He didn't expect this guy to split up at a time like this, and he couldn't help but wonder if this guy really cared about Groudin's life or death. Doesn't matter, but what you're doing doesn't seem like much. But he cares, and this guy's plan is more like a heartbreaking lunatic.

Unless he planned to take Groudin away.

But is that necessary?

Groudin is just one of Count Denel's sons, not even his oldest son--

Brando couldn't help but take a deep breath, and Tiamas' blow was arguably what hit him. He had to look up at the black knight with a gloomy face, and now he finally understood the guy's intent to delay time. But the only thing to be thankful for is that he was alert enough not to let the other conspiracy succeed - at least now he has a choice.

“Damn, it's the scale of the war -" Brando cursed. It was also the first time in the Black Rose War. But this guy has shown no less wisdom and predictability than the future, and Brando even has the illusion that maybe this guy has figured out what he's up to.

Brando tightens the handle, and if he can, he really wants to leave this guy here. He was more willing to kill this guy first than he was to kill Groudin, but unfortunately, he also knew it wasn't realistic.

Smile at him: “In half an hour, let's make a deal. ”

Groudin behind him seemed relieved. The baron squeezed an ugly smile from his stiff face, and he smiled hey, looking at this moment as if it were an irresistible Brando, filled with a joy of bliss and joy.

So much so that it seems that even Cold Cedar City, which is now going to suffer, is not his territory at all, just as it is not his business.

But that's true. For him, the city is gone. Those sluts are everywhere. He doesn't have to care. He still cared more about Brando's feelings than he did, and he couldn't help laughing: "Young man, impulse comes at a price. ”

But all of a sudden he remembers the cost of provoking each other last time, softening his tone consciously: "But I admit you are strong and always worthy of respect. And of course, if you'd let it go and leave it alone, I can make a promise on behalf of my father--”

“Commit ourselves to the end of the festivities. ”

As if the whole person had relaxed and talked: “In fact, you know, nobles are generally reluctant to endure a war of defeat and defeat. But one more thing, you still have my adopted daughter--”

He wanted to go on with the subject, but saw a white look back in front of him, his cold eyes staring at him under the metal mask. Groudin felt cold and suddenly realized what was going on, hurrying to shut up.

In the meantime, turn around and wait for Brando's answer.

Charles and Sy also looked at their lords.

Brando coldly replied, "Again and again, repeated compromises, Tiamas, do you think I'm a complete idiot? ”

“Or will you give up? I know these skeletons can't stop you, my lord, but what about your men?” The Horseman of the Dead asks, “Of course, this is acceptable to me, and that's what makes you different from me. ”

Groudin grinned and realized that he was actually squeezing Brando. But he liked the idea, especially the day before, when he forced Brando to compromise in the same way. Watching your opponent walk into the same trap twice fills his mind with a gloomy, disgusting taste.

Brando sighed.

“Tiamas, in my hometown, there is an ancient saying," His hands slightly loosen the handle of the sword: “A man cannot step into the same river twice in his life. ”

Stunning. But he immediately saw Brando's right hand flashing, and the sword had drawn a straight line towards Groudin. The Horseman of the Dead reacted between the flint of electric light, slightly raising the sickle in his hand, and when it sounded, the sword took a silver shine and rubbed the baron's right arm and flew over it, and a 'chirp' was nailed to an oil painting not far behind.

But even when settled, the handle trembled unrelentingly.

I glanced backwards.

And Groudin had already covered the wound on his right arm, pale, and looked at Brando with a hateful look. This is the second time that he doesn't know what kind of hatred this young man has with himself, and he has to teach himself a lesson every time.

Turning back, he sighed: “Why, Mr. Brando, hatred is not indelible. But what I'm more interested in is what did you mean by that? ”

“There's a lot of explanation for that sentence," Brando replied lightly, "but one of my favorites is that people can't make the same mistake over and over again in their lives. Because it's too much of a test for a person's IQ threshold. ”

“You say," Look at him for nothing: “is to fight me? ”

“Exactly. ”

The Dead Horseman's palms are slightly tight, and the metal gloves have been scratched and scratched to grip the giant sickle in his hand. He stared at Brando and said, "Well, try it, I'll see if you can get around me in a shorter time--”

The spiritual armor formed by the fire of the soul expands instantly, forming a silver wall close to the condensation.

But Brando looked at him and just shook his head.

“Tiamas, what's wrong with you? ”

"What do you mean? ”

“In fact, I've bypassed you. ”

The young man said calmly, his eyes crossed the black knight's shoulder and fell on the long sword inserted in the painting. And the sword is trembling, and the tip of the sword is crucifying a card that no one but him can see.

A card depicting a unicorn knight--

“Elf flags flying high, hearts shining, swords shining--”

“Come out, Metissa. ”

A terrible scream...

Looking back in white, staring at a silver knight with a long gun that had pierced Groudin's chest, the Baron still looked incredible. He used all his strength to turn around, but the long gun just gently retracted and a blood arrow burst out. Baron Groudin looked like a piece of rotten meat on the ground, and the Horseman of the Dead turned back with hatred:

“Metissa, how could I not have seriously injured her!” He yelled low.

Brando looked at him with a gaze: “Do you remember me as a summoner?” Charles couldn't help but fight a cold war, wondering what kind of summoner you are.

But the white frowned: “Impossible, the summoner cannot cross my spiritual wall to call. ”

Brando smiled.

“So I'm the special one. ”

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