The Amber Sword

In the Cold Cedar Castle lobby, Brando, with Metisa, Charles, Sy and Tiger Sparrow, watched the mercenaries enter and exit and moved a dusty, huge map out of the basement, lying on a long table.

The map was laid across the long table, and everyone surrounded by the long table could not help but sigh. But only the sister of the Wild Elf sisters asked, "Lord, how did you know that the bad guy would put the map in the basement?” As soon as she finished, she glanced carefully at her sister. Fortunately, Flo didn't bother her this time, just glanced at her in a bad mood. In fact, Brando's promotion element had shocked her completely before, and to this day, she had not returned to God.

Brando knew that the ‘bad guy' in this little girl's mouth was referring to Groudin, but the baron, who was once immortal, was now lying outside in the courtyard. He's not in the mood for the scum at this time, and maybe he'll be of some use in the future.

He looked out the hall door, and the mercenaries were gathering in the inner courtyard, and one of their tasks, besides cleaning up the remaining enemies, was to scout the escaped white. Tiamas. But Brando knew he couldn't have stayed in Cold Cedar Castle, and while the guy who fought before could be described as a wreck, White would never do anything meaningless.

For example, stay here to find trouble and exasperate him or something. It is not the custom of the Black Knight among the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. If it's that Red Knight, it's possible. But White never puts himself in a pointless position of danger, which is one of the reasons why he would be one of the most difficult of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Doesn't leave a handle easy ——

“Most nobles have the same habits, Tia.” Brando thought, while answering: "And this thing doesn't have to be put down by Groudin, and I doubt if he has the will to govern the territory.” His words were half true and half false, and he knew that the map had nothing to do with the habits of the nobles, but that there was something in the basement that he knew exactly. When the player later turned Groudin upside down, he wasn't one of them, but he knew all about it.

Brando looked at the map, which should have been the planning map left behind when Cold Cedar City was built. Naturally, it's not from a groodin 'pen, it's probably something that's been left behind for generations. So much so that the young wizard looked frowned:

“It's at least decades old,” Charles coughed twice: “Doesn't this guy care about his territory at all? In the territory of the Black Tower Wizards, the wizards can re-map every year. ”

Brando shook his head and thought you thought everyone was a wizard? Besides, this is Tony Gehr, the most barbaric and marginal area in the whole of Eruin. What else can you expect? He swept the dust off the map with his hands and replied, "In this day and age, it's normal that urban maps of these small places haven't changed once in decades. Just barely available, and now we don't need that detailed map. ”

“In this era?” Charles frowned and looked at him.

“Cliché," Brando raised his head and whispered in disgust: “Objection? ”

“No,” the young man shook his head in haste: "It's just that the grown-ups said so and suddenly filled with a sense of history. It seems that when you say this, my lord, you are already standing at such a height as history. It is truly wise and divine. ”

Brando couldn't smile for a moment: “Cut the crap. ”

But he turned back and remembered one thing: "Yes, Red Hand... no, Flo, what about the equipment I asked you to fix? ”

“Ah?” Sister among the Wild Elf sisters seemed to wake up at this time, slightly stunned, then asked back: "What? ”

“The battlefield cleanup thing? ”

“Oh," Flo slightly flashed, "is that the relic of the bone skeleton? Speaking of which, there is something very strange. I was just about to ask you, my lord--”

Weird stuff?

Brando stunned, like Kabbath, and the gold-grade Maddalene's senior collar dropped out of gear, usually didn't go that far. But strange things, strange equipment in Amber Sword, but with the exception of those low-level toys, none of the strange things above the fantasy level are the 'little artifacts’ that are widely circulated among players. So he couldn't help but be curious when he heard Red Soft Sister say that.

However, as he was about to ask questions, he saw Kronsia, sweaty, walking in from outside the hall at the same time as the young man in the green gray robe.

Seeing these two, Brando looked serious and immediately interrupted Flo's words. Some rushed to ask each other, "How's it going? ”

“Rest well, my lord, ready to go -” Kronsia looked carefully at him and replied.

His words were like a signal, ‘Wow,' and everyone in the lobby stood up from their seats with their weapons. Even Sy, who had been talking to Fania, patted the little girl on the shoulder and stood up. Brando looked at these people and nodded: "So let's go! I'll leave the backup to Vern, Mr. Kronsia, and I'll have Miss Metisa come with you. As for the other side, what's going on? ”

Methisa nodded to Kronsia, listening to Brando.

Yet the silver-haired middle-aged man frowned and shook his head: “The signal has been sent out, or nothing. I've sent scouts to contact them, but I'm sure they won't be back for a while and a half. ”

“It's too late," Brando shook his head: “We have to go now. ”

“But my lord, I know Utah,” Kronsia said suddenly, "even if she didn't arrive in time, she would have chosen to stall Madara's death to the maximum extent possible. My lord, so I don't think you have to worry too much..."

He wasn't finished, but Brando interrupted him: "It's no use, they can't hold off. I know better than you that Madara's usual tactics, surrounded by infinite armies of skeletons, are like stones thrown into the sea by two or three hundred mercenaries, unless they are perilously guarded, and in a moment's time they will have no remains. ”

He pressed his hands against the table and looked up at everyone: "Not to mention the dead witches and black warriors hiding inside. ”

Brando stood up straight and picked up Sy's sword: "Now the only thing we can do is get going. All that's left is to pray that Miss Utah gets to Simon in time. Otherwise, there will be only one end...”

Lonely in the lobby.

The people looked at each other, but when they saw that Brando had finished speaking, they did not say a word, took the sword and left the position and went outward, then left the seat one by one. And it was at this time that only Charles raised his head from the dusty map and asked in his spare time, "So the worst kind of ending left is actually giving up Cold Cedar City, right? Lord? ”

Everyone was stunned and wondered what the title of the young wizard would turn to.

But Brando stopped at the door and looked back at him: "What do you have in mind? ”

“I just thought, my lord, yours is just as bold as ever.

Brando smiled.

“Because it's too expensive," he replied, "in order not to lose money. You have to choose the most rewarding way, although the risk is higher. But like I said, does a dead man still care if it's one or two ropes around his neck? ”

“That's true, but I don't know until now - my lord, you and Miss Roman are a perfect match. ”

Brando smiled.

“My lord?” Tiger Bird asked somewhat unclearly.

“What Charles said was exactly what I was going to do," Brando nodded, answering, “I'm not just going to kill Groudin, I'm going to declare my ownership of Tonigal. Let Count Denel think of the need to make me look good, and I'll give him a good look with this land that belongs to him. Winning and losing is not just about strength, but wisdom is also about the key to overthrow -”

“No one can defeat the future--”

He stepped out the door and looked back at the silver-haired middle-aged man - the only outsider in this hall: "Besides, who says that a nascent nobleman is allowed only a piece of territory? Don't you think so, Mr. Kroncia? ”

Kronsia was sweating and staring at Brando. There is only one thought in his mind at this moment: either he is mad, or this young man is crazy! He is simply challenging all the traditions of this ancient kingdom and the rules of the game between the nobles.

Forcibly encroaching on the territory of an aristocrat--

Martha's up! If he succeeds, then he subverts all ancient perceptions of Eruin.

Silver-haired middle-aged people couldn't help but bow their heads and suddenly think of another possibility - that they were all crazy!

Charles, however, shares a different view with this mercenary leader. The young wizard raised his head and was not surprised to ask: "But now it seems that the risks are very high. Dead spirits are outside the city, and if you abandon Cold Cedar City, your lord loses the pretext of standing in Tonigal-”

“So, what do you intend to do?” He asks, "Or are you going to hide in the woods and fight guerrillas? By the way, my lord, what was the 16-word approach you taught me last time? ”

Brando smiled a little and he turned around. Eyes pass through the large arch outside the porch, out of the sunken darkness. But Brando understands that dawn is only a moment away. Maybe the next moment, the sun will rise from the horizon.

But does Cold Cedar City really hold up to the next moment?

“Man plots, God plots.” The young man replied, "Now that you have chosen the life of a gambler, you need to calm down and enjoy the gambler's stimulation--”

“As for guerrilla fights," he replied, "don't worry, I'm also a descendant of the master. ”

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