The Amber Sword

“No enemies found. ”

“No enemies were found on the left either. ”

“There's no such thing as a fucking bone skeleton over here -” shouting all over the empty streets. Utah turned around, and the anxious dark green pupils reflected a light glow —— where did those dead spirits go? The long finger of the head of the female mercenary squad pressed still on the handle of the fine sword, the suspicion in her heart was like a mist that gradually spread out and she couldn't see a finger. Everyone looked around in this mist, but nothing was gained.

The mercenaries advanced in the darkness and sand sounded in their footsteps, hiding in the silence of the night, grabbing the hearts of everyone in invisibility and cold. Fear is like a shadow over everyone's head, it doesn't have to speak, it chokes everyone's throat. The needle is perfectly quiet and everyone uses their eyes to look bright and crystal clear in the dark:

Fearing that suddenly the vanishing spirits would gush out of an alley, surrounding them with water.

They crossed half the city, thought they'd face the bloodthirsty creatures on the way, and then fight a special death battle. But the enemy seemed to exist only in hypothesis, and the dead spirit of Simon seemed to have never existed —— was it the young nobleman who was wrong to judge? Utah turned around and the light of the lighting crystal penetrated deep into her pupil, reflecting the other person's pale, bloodless face due to malnutrition.

“Captain?” The teenager asked.

“What?”

“Was the nobleman wrong?” He whispered, "Are they going north? ”

“Impossible," the head of the female mercenary squad categorically denied the judgment: "The other commander would not be an idiot if he fought for seconds on the battlefield. ”

“But...” What more did the teenager want to say, but someone shouted: “Captain! ”

They both look at each other in unison.

“What's the matter? ”

“Some discoveries,” the man shouted, "come and see! ”

Utah and the teenager glanced at each other, nodded and followed, and as she turned around, she stunned ——

The view has completely changed over the long street.

It's like having been through a fierce battle, looking at it, and there's barely a single piece of intact stone slab on the ground, and it's just one big pit after another. Crashing slabs seem to have been turned outward by some powerful force from the ground, some even lifted a few dozen meters away, if not for the element disorder caused by the lack of feeling of the force of any element in the air, everyone present has reason to believe that there has been at least one confrontation with more than gold.

Yuta raised her head and saw a two-storey building not far away recessed inward, collapsing to one side; as if the central part had been drawn laterally by something, the support structure beams were broken. Such a blow, at least, is a level above silver. She took a gentle breath and walked forward, looking at the skeletons in the pits and the bodies of humans.

“Who are those people? ”

The head of the mercenary group looked at the bodies and frowned. The bodies were dressed like the poor outside the city. That's a good explanation, but what about the skeletons scattered around these human bodies? After careful observation, she found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one, meaning that there were at least five skeleton wrecks next to the body of a human being, which in exchange, if the poor outside the city all had that fighting power - Utah wondered how Groudin lived to this day.

The mercenaries shook their heads.

“Where are their weapons?” She asked again.

“No weapons.” The mercenary replied.

“No weapons?” Utah took a gentle breath: “Are you trying to tell me that these humans are actually fighting the dead with their bare hands, or are they silver folk? ”

“Captain, are they Silver Nationals or not? I don't know, but the first thing I want to say is that.” Before they asked their maids to bow their heads and answer quietly.

Utah's eyes glistened, and something that happened that night was beyond her cognition. At that time, a sound of horseshoes sounded in the street, and everyone raised their heads and saw two or three riders parked in front of them in the mist of the night - a scourge that had previously been sent out. The head of the mercenary immediately returned to God from her thoughts, and she raised her head and asked, “What happened? What did you find out? ”

“Captain,” the rider replied immediately, "there was a voice of war in the direction of the city gate. ”

There's a war in the direction of the gates?

It means these refugees are pushing the dead back?

Everyone stopped and couldn't help but face each other. Martha, come on. What's going on?

……

The light in the dark is not as simple as white paint on a pitch-black bottom. Especially in the deep darkness, that only beam of light seems to be the hope flowing in the human heart. Though it was never lit up, it also wanted to move towards that line of brightness. Even if it's just an imagination that exists in the mind, people are willing to walk in the dark in the direction of light.

Even if it leaves a deeper shadow behind, humans are willing to face the light--

In the darkness, the light of the torch swayed.

The girl quietly bent her knees in front of the torch, and the red and clear fire outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between light and darkness, the beautiful lines extended into the shadows along the edges of her neck and face. Her dark eyes reflected the fire as if the deepest part of her pupil lit a fluttering flame, quietly clamping her lips, hands on her knees, motionless.

As if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

With a loud bang, a vine that the two of us could hug together suddenly rose from the ground, with crushed stones and dirt, into a bow and pulled towards the bone skeletons of White Forest under the night. Dozens of meters of vines swept across the skeleton's ocean, ‘snapping' a mess, and countless fractured scaffolds were thrown up high and swept aside.

Three tall men, dressed in skin-skinned robes and indifferent colours, stood on the walls of the city and commanded the vines, as if cleaning garbage, backsliding the bone skeletons that had gushed down over and over again. And the veterinary werewolves who stood beside them, even half-rickered, were one head taller than them, staring down at the ocean of the dead with ghostly eyes, ready to repel the covert attacks of the black samurai and the corpse witches hidden among the crowds.

The battle has lasted almost an hour--

But finally, a tall werewolf walked up to the young girl and lowered his head respectfully: "Miss Antitina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived. ”

The nobleman's eyes flashed: “Who?” She asked.

“Looks like a mercenary. ”

She glanced back at the bottom of the wall and nodded silently. Then she turned around gently —— and saw the businesswoman holding her precious bag with her hands, her upper body completely on the other side of the city stack, her eyes closed and she slept perfectly, her eyelashes dropped like a thick brush, her face red under the fire, luscious, but lovely —— if not a small mouthful, of course, was pouring down a big beach of dreams in an extremely elegant position.

Antitina sighed a little powerlessly, stretched out and patted the girl's face, snapping.

Roman smashed it, smashed it, waved it subconsciously and whispered: “If you want to kill Roman, please wait until I'm asleep...”

The nobility suddenly felt a sense of weakness.

“Roman. ”

“Got it. Got it.” Little Roman wrinkled his little eyebrows in his sleep: “Please line up, next...”

“ …… ”

……

Utah was surprised to see Antitina for the first time, and the mature female mercenary leader couldn't help but frown and look at the strangely dressed guys - the werewolves, Druids, and the dead spirit of Simon - doing almost nothing under their repression. Don't say they're late, they're probably not coming, and I'm afraid the outcome of the fighting here hasn't changed at all. But she couldn't help but wonder where these people were sacred. She doesn't know if these people are the young nobleman's men, but if they are, does that mean they never believed in themselves?

So Vern, that young man should have some follow-up measures.

She took a gentle breath and felt a little uncomfortable knowing it was normal too. It was as if a determined effort was ultimately denied, and although her mind was already mature and firm, there were inevitably some expectations. Especially during the battle that night, after witnessing the young man's blade on Groudin herself, she had a hidden expectation that it would be an opportunity to change her destiny.

Not just hers, but the whole mercenary group.

In this world of chaos, drifting may never be peaceful. She hoped that the young man would be a worthy lord, at least to make the majority of her men feel like they belonged. But nobility is common, no matter how distinctive - but it's always the only way to figure out how to divide people, so it's full of suspicions about others and doesn't trust anybody. Even that young man could not escape the circle. The head of the female mercenary swept her long, flaming red hair behind her ears and became silent when she thought of it.

But Antina looked up at the woman, who was nearly one head taller than herself, and her face remained calm, as if she had shown no weakness. Should these be mercenaries the Lord has subjugated? And she thought, and then she thought a little bit about it, and she sort of cleared up Brando's mind. But she looked at each other's movements, and suddenly a little bit of understanding flashed through her eyes - turns out, as if she had guessed the idea of the head of the maid corps, and said, “Who are you? ”

Utah looked at the little girl, and although she was much younger, she felt a hidden sense of oppression. “Yep, another noble little girl," the head of the female mercenary squealed in her heart, but when she asked, she spoke in a whispering tone: “Yuta, head of the Yan mercenary squad, we are sent by the lord, young lady, who are you? ”

Here comes the test.

Antitina smiled softly, but answered unchanged: "I am also a lord's subordinate, to be exact, I am his chief clerk.” She stretched out her hand flat: “This is Miss Roman, the fiancée of the Lord. ”

The businesswoman beat up a debt and rubbed her eyes in her sleep...

Sure enough, Utah moved in his heart. Her eyes flashed with disgust and disappointment.

This slight disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of the nobility. Sure enough, she flashed the same thought as Utah, but turned her face and said coldly: “But Miss Utah, don't be suspicious - although I'm here as an adult employee, it doesn't mean I agree with him," she raised her head and looked at the head of the mercenary group with a cold face: “So, Miss Commander, please tell her for me -”

“If you think a person can avoid hurting others by leaving everything alone, I hope he can abandon this childishness. Because while I don't know what kind of man adults want to be, I do know that a true hero is not a saint who doesn't make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility! ”

“Even if it is a wrong decision, I want him to understand that a person's life does not belong only to himself, but also to those on whom everyone relies, holds and loves him. It was like I respected the Lord's decision, but I would never forgive him for abandoning his subordinates-”

Also, tell him - ”Antittina suddenly stopped and looked away:“ In this world, there is no hope and freedom without bloodshed and struggle that can be relied upon for charity. ”

The young girl stopped and the last sentence spread far away.

For a moment.

Every werewolf on the walls turned around and looked back at this aristocratic girl with an indescribable light in their eyes.

Utah was slightly beamed, and she moved in her heart, but looked at the girl and asked, "What do you mean? ”

Antitina didn't answer.

Above the walls of the city, dead silence--

The head of the mercenary group looked at Roman beside her, and the businesswoman just smiled sweetly at her and asked, “Um, Auntie, does Roman want to ask you if you have a signal arrow? ”

Utah stayed.

……

As the signal rose from the West Gate, the bright lights lit up the depths of every man in the city who was involved in this battle ——

Brando stopped instantly with Charles and Sy behind him, and the mercenaries who followed them stopped instantly. Everyone looked up unconsciously at the bright light, as if it were a prayer, a blessing, telling everyone on the battlefield. Tell them —— they won!

Brando took a deep breath.

If he was a gambler, he thought he must be the luckiest one. Because the moment the wheel stops, the pointer of destiny is impartial and opens the door just above that only road. As for what was behind the door, he might not have been able to see that far yet, but at least he knew that he had finally won again.

From Madara and Groudin, the first step was taken.

But now Charles looks back at his lord, and this young wizard smiles, “So after dark —— is it dawn? Lord? ”

“No," Brando looked at the magic light and shook his head: “Just...”

“I've seen the ending. ”

……

(PS: The last chapter of Dusty Seal Kingdom, it took a little time to think about this chapter, so this chapter is it, and I also took a break after the outbreak to think about the next drama —— to cope with the double monthly ticket that will come soon. Hey... Bless me, GODISAGIRL ~! ”) (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)