The Amber Sword

The fine sword card rubbed into the skull brow heart, and the last figurine lost its power and fell to the ground. With a fire-red long-haired female mercenary group holding a sword with one hand, she looked around with a groan. Green eyes reflected the skeletons of the area and the bodies of the mercenaries. The fighting had ended and, despite the heavy cost, the attackers had finally been repelled.

Utah took a breath and wrapped his fine sword in a black leather sheath.

“Captain!” The cry came from behind. She turned around and saw a teenager running out of the crowd.

The mercenary looked at the young man and ran all the way to herself, but reached out and interrupted him: "Needless to say, leave someone to take care of the wounded brother. The rest of you and I have wasted enough time moving forward together and must take control of Simon before the army of the dead arrives! ”

“Wait!” The teenager yelled at him in anger.

“Why?” Yuta frowned.

“It's too late," the teenager said aloud. "When we were dealing with those monsters, ‘rats' had seen the South send magic beacons. Master, it's too late, the dead have already arrived. We are now in the past, facing only countless armies of the dead...”

The head of the mercenary group stopped and looked at him: "What else did the 'rat' say? ”

“‘Mouse' said, our only option now is to give up immediately. We're heading north, leaving Cold Cedar City, and the dead are coming in, and we're all going to die here. ”

“Let's go. What about the others? ”

“Sir, can we change anything here?” Juvenile anxiety rush.

“Bastard!” The female mercenary leader punched the wall: “Prepare our men on the spot and let the Owl, Grey Wolf and Brown Bear squads take their men along the three nearby streets! Since there's no way to stop them from entering Cold Cedar City, we're close to stopping them! ”

“Captain, you're crazy!” The man shouted, "We're less than three hundred people, tens of thousands of bone skeletons, we can't stop them without the walls! ”

The female leader pressed her chest and bit her teeth: “If you can't stop it, stop it. Do you want me to eat the word?" ”

“Captain…” The teenager was slight.

“Why don't you go? ”

“But is it worth it for a nobleman?” The teenager couldn't help but take a deep breath: “The young man was also a nobleman, he would help us because he was in conflict with Groudin. At the end of the day, they're still on their way. Why are we fighting for people like them--”

The visitor bit her in the teeth and shouted, “Lord Commander, your sister, your parents are all dead in the hands of the goddamn noblemen! Most of our brothers have the same experience. Everyone, we have come together because we respect you, Lord Commander! Why would we die here for someone like that? Let them bite the dog! ”

Utah is nitrogen.

She sighed and looked up at what she was about to say. But it was at this time that the direction of Castle Cold Cedar sent a loud 'bang’, and everyone turned around and saw a white light suddenly rising up into the sky - a magical beacon - in the dark of that direction!

The pure white column of light pierces the night sky as if it were a stroke between this pitch-black heaven and earth. The light seemed so pure in the deep background, as if it were the first tears that Martha had fallen in the dark in the epic of the Creation of the Cruz.

That was the first light to depict the world's birth.

Light is born out of darkness, endowing everything with wisdom, nobility and spirit--

That moment.

Utah and her assistant stood still at that moment and raised their heads, blindfolded in darkness. They watched the light rise to the highest point, blow it up, and then transform it into a piece of subpoena common to the army.

Words gleam in the night sky, long gone. The red-haired female mercenary leader raised her face and her green eyes had the deepest flash:

“Groudin is dead...”

She said softly: "Lord, let us reply immediately. ”

“Lord… my lord?” The teenager looked at her with amazement.

Utah lowered his head and smiled at the teenager: "The guy from Kroncia dared to choose this path, why wouldn't I dare? Groudin died, and that young nobleman gave me an answer, and from now on, he was the one I followed.” But she smiled and shook her head: “But unfortunately, the time is too short. ”

“But…”

“No, but can we reply?” Utah asked.

The teenager shook his head: "The corpse witches silenced the whole street with black magic, and now nothing but light and dark elements can enter. But there are no wizards or sacrifices in our regiment. The strongest elements make it only black and iron. Now there is no magic at all! ”

“Where's the signal arrow? ”

“‘The mouse' said, the thing was also lit by elements. ”

Yuta bit her teeth and looked down at the other side of the street: "Then use our own methods to buy Lord Lords some time to put ”

“Captain? ”

But the woman's face had come down in seriousness, she silenced for a moment, raised her head, turned around, pulled out her fine sword and waved it to the right: "Everyone has it, listen to me! ”

“We have been given a reply with noble action, and now we are silent. Fortunately, however, we can at least remedy it. So now I'm ordering you to push forward, at least drag those damn bone skeletons here —— or let them step on our bodies! ”

The streets were silent and only Utah's serious orders were echoed for a long time. Everyone stopped what was at hand and watched the captain subconsciously.

“Answer me, there are no cowards in my people. ”

“No cowardice!” The mercenaries raised their arms.

The teenager stared at Utah, seemingly trying to say something, but had been interrupted by the head of the mercenary group who had turned back: “You don't have to say it, you know I will never change easily once I give the order! ”

“But, Captain, why for a nobleman...”

Yuta smiled softly.

She bowed her head and patted the teenager's face: “I know more about nobility than you do, little guy. If that young man was a nobleman, he wouldn't have killed Groudin. It's the rule between them, and no one has broken it in the last few centuries--”

She raised her head and looked at the heavy night.

“But whoever he is, at least from this moment on, my deal with him has been twofold. ”

The teenager stayed for a while.

……

At the South Gate, intense fighting continues. Under the supervision of the Commander of the Fire Regiment, the mercenaries repeatedly pulled saws with the same rhythm, waves like tide, by means of nearly no loss.

War in darkness seemed endless, and everyone could not help but feel tired; to look at it was an interconnected white bone - human beings and the dead in exchange for loss, bodies piled up in the mountains, but at most the tragic cost was to keep the front above the ruins.

Fortunately, the opening of the walls is only 10 metres away, and most mercenaries with black iron strength can barely block hundreds of times their army of the dead. In fact, the mercenaries understand this, so they would rather spend ten times as much blood than repeat work on a section of the wall.

It's hardly a battle anymore, it's a stranglehold lacking tactical beauty.

The commanders on both sides were a cold reaper who silently and silently filled more lives into that flesh battlefield, just 10 metres short. It's just that for Madara, the corpse witches can push the skeletons you evoke with a faint soul fire into the center of the table like it's a big piece of worthless chip.

And for that, that's exactly what chills humanity the most.

“Crossbowman in position...”

“Change the blunt arrow--”

The heads of the individual mercenaries acted as messengers at this time, watching the hundreds of warriors unplugged bottles filled with holy water, shouting, pouring water on bundles of arrows, some heartache, they rarely used these consumables so luxuriously in general combat.

The soldiers lifted four-armed crossbows in rows, aiming and shooting.

Then ‘Shout’ a sharp long sound, as if an invisible wall had swept through a row of skeletons below, the skeleton collapsed without a sign and immediately turned into flying ash in white light.

Vern stepped on a pile of bones, carrying his sword on his shoulder with one hand, and had just filled his second squad in cold blood to replace the already exhausted first squad. Then a small group of mercenaries was ordered to lift down the wounded in the city, for whom the battle seemed endless, as it had been in Karasu in the past.

Vern commanded calmly, and he understood the extent to which Madara and herself could achieve it.

But he also turned around and looked up at the flashes in the dark sky. He saw the light in his eyes and smiled: “The nobility killed the nobility, it was worth the ticket price back. But this is the first time I've seen them using anything other than conspiracy, poison and assassination, and that young man is barbaric. ”

“Those aristocrats can't do anything.” His deputy answered at the side.

Vern took a look at him.

“You don't understand.” He said. And then he said, "How much longer? ”

“Half an hour.” The deputy immediately replied.

Vern shook his hand: "Go, stick our flag higher. If I repel this attack, they're going to replace the corpse witch, and the guy gave me an answer, and I'm going to give him one now. ”

“Morning dawn...” The head of the Fire Regiment looked at the horizon: “Soon. ”

The deputy was slightly stunned.

But Vern smiled, “That's kind of, like, the guy's first order. The boss has orders, of course we do. ”

“Boss? ”

“Let's just say so.” Vern looked back at the battlefield.

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