The Amber Sword

The woods next to the beach were full of 'buzzing' sounds, and the green bushes were like sudden spikes, which formed a translucent black wall, sweeping across the riverbed covered with pebbles, and the cavemen in front of them were immediately unable to protect themselves from being hit - as if they were really hitting an invisible wall, with enormous impact stagnating one, and then backing off, the bodies stuck with arrows, like stones submerged in water, lying motionless in the middle of the beach.

The caveman was knocked out by a sudden rain of arrows and backed off vigorously in front of him, but the back was still moving forward with great inertia. Hundreds of people crashed into each other on the beach, turning into a pot of porridge for a while.

What an opportunity!

Hidden in the bushes, Utah and Vern's two mercenary group leaders flashed through the idea that the first time they sheathed their swords with the giant swords, they seemed prepared to seize the opportunity to lead the crowd into an assault and crush the cavemen at once.

But Brandopei, with his sword in the sheath between his waists, popped up simultaneously, his right hand moved, a wind pressure had climbed to the ground and sent a 'brush’ across from the two captains; with this forward sword wind, the dead wood and the cut leaves took off and landed in front of the two, Utah and Vern breathed a nitrogen, subconsciously stopping to look at the young lord.

“My lord?” Vern asked.

“Strong formation, go to the beach and line up.” Brando looked ahead and in his sight more than fifty mercenary cavalry soldiers led by Tiger Sparrow were bypassing the beach in preparation for an attack.

“My lord, but...” The red-haired female mercenary leader looked at the caveman in a mess in the direction of the beach with hatred, and she bit Whiteson's teeth all over her mouth: “It's a good opportunity. ”

“Your opponents are not human beings.” Brando glanced at her and replied succinctly. He raised his left hand and lit his ear —— indicating that cavemen had fought in the dark underground for years, and as creatures that relied on hearing to distinguish their surroundings, they were much more sophisticated with sudden-onset situations than fragile humans.

Even if they are disrupted by a single attack, these creatures from the Jorgendigan underground will soon recover, especially as they interact in a way that relies on the same sound wave, which is much faster and more effective than human beings relying on flags among the insurgents to identify teams and directions.

In the game, the caveman's 'rush and panic time' is much shorter than most organisms form an army, with only one round. The worst performers in this regard are the geoffins, which can hardly be reconstituted once the formation is out of order. And the best part is the dead spirit. There is no such thing as surprise panic.

For such creatures, only a very good army can seize a brief opportunity. And these mercenaries, in Brando's view, were eliminated in the first place.

The two heads of delegation looked at each other, seemingly difficult to persuade, but at this time, Kronsia pulled out her sword and walked between them. “Listen," said the middle-aged man with the silver-haired shawl, looking at the caveman on the beach, acutely smelling a hint of anomaly, "We are less experienced than Lord in dealing with these monsters. ”

Brando glanced at the guy and saw some kind of ambition hidden in the other guy's silver eyes. But he smiled in his heart and didn't care what the three leaders wanted to do at the moment, because as long as there was such expectation, there would naturally be soft times.

“It's good to know, I don't have much time to explain," he put down the tip of his sword and replied, “Then carry out my command.” After that, Brando turned to the beach.

The three captains silenced. “My lord, what about you?” But Yuta, the head of the red-haired mercenary group, who seemed to burn, was somewhat uncomfortable to ask why, in her view, the young man must have fought positively against the cavemen.

That's over two hundred, or nearly three hundred, troops from the underground of Jorgendigan. It's a squad of 500 men from the Southern Legion of Eruin here who dare not say they can block each other's shocks from the front - not to mention the scattered mercenaries under their command.

“I already have a goal.” Brando looked in the direction of the river beach and answered.

There...

Tiger Bird and his cavalry are attacking more than thirty cavemen and bear goblins, and the horseshoes roar along the beach - and the cavemen seem to want to turn around to deal with these emerging enemies, but at this point Brando's two holy archangels have completely removed their camouflage, and their wings of light have stretched behind them - the battle on the beach has suddenly become inseparable, and the bear goblins who have completely unleashed the power of the silver ladder are almost equal to the power of the three black iron peaks, but they are also difficult to climb under the tangles of many cavemen.

But it was only a moment before things changed, because Brando had laid down his sword and launched an attack. The young man shot out of the forest like a de-stringed arrow and had already halved his distance from the battlefield the first time he landed on the beach, and when his feet jumped again at a point on the ground, it was like a ghost had been shot into the caveman.

In the eyes of the mercenary who dropped the crossbow and walked out of the forest at that moment, his young lord seemed to be transformed into an indefinite black light - and as he moved forward, the black tuxedo flowed like a cape swaying with the wind - a flag that had sliced between the ‘adventurer', the archangel and the caveman, the bear goblin, just a blink of an eye.

A few cavemen reacted and turned to intercept this sudden enemy, but they had just raised their weapons, but Brando had approached a bear goblin in the middle of the battlefield, bypassing the shadow of a sword like a ghost.

The bear was extremely alert, shaking his furry ears and subconsciously turning his hand. The shackles in his hand swung towards Brando, but this hand was slower in the eyes of the young man, who, as soon as he avoided the spiked iron ball, grabbed the cold chain and the whole man flew high with the other force - then let go of his hand, and the man flipped a circle in the middle of the air and steadily subsided.

It landed on the wide, wide shoulders of that beardland.

The entire movement is done almost between the flint. As soon as the mercenaries blinked, they saw Brando kneeling on the broad shoulders of the beards and pressing his sword into each other's throats with his hands.

A bloody arrow gleamed like a broken flag on the beach that afternoon.

Brando pulled out his sword and the Bear Goblin shouted a low wail, his tall body swayed and then fell down. Above the battlefield, a moment of silence.

The mercenaries who saw the scene seemed to forget the existence of time and the world around them, and they stopped unconsciously, and the breath in their chests seemed to have some kind of bloody, hot and legendary smell. Yet those who command them, while sighted equally by that young figure, cannot forget the circumstances of this moment ——

Vern took a step forward, cutting the line of sight between his men and Brando. He drew his sword forward, silently ordering, "Take out the speed, line up, move forward, do not let the other side ashore ——”

But the leader of the Fire Brigade turned back and, in his eyes, the caveman had restored order at this moment.

These creatures from Jorgendigan seem to be interconnected by some kind of signal that spreads through the air, under the command of more than a dozen caveman warriors covered in purple and red in the district, and these monsters, who were behaving like a bunch in the previous arrow rain - had gathered as the mercenaries stepped out of the forest, and they seemed ready to move forward again.

No more than half a minute back and forth.

Vern realized how wise it was for Brando to stop them, and if they did, they might have to face the rehabilitated cavemen before they got to the beach, but the mercenaries who started the attack weren't going to stop that easily.

Vern doesn't have to think and understand what the odds are to fight a much stronger opponent without losing formation.

He went too far and saw the same palpitating gaze in the centre of the battlefield as in Utah, where the whole team maintained order.

“Where exactly is that young man sacred," Vern thought, "the highland wizards and knights of Karasu also have such excellent descendants, and those guys are no better off there than the average aristocrat. ”

But his mind returned to the battlefield and he didn't feel comfortable with the fight. Although young people have been judging correctly over and over again, these cavemen are also becoming increasingly difficult to overcome. Even if he waited in line on the beach, he couldn't believe they could block even the first wave of battle in the face of their enemies, whether they were morale, organization or personal strength.

He raised his hand and the soldiers in the first row put down their big shields as they advanced. The warriors and swordsmen in the back were temporarily serving as spears. The professional archers and crossbowmen were being reloaded. But in addition to the chaos, the previous round of arrow rain had only produced few results. It was hard to say how much more could be done now. It was just psychological comfort.

Indeed, no more than a few cavemen fell after a wave of arrow rain. The caveman and the tall bear goblin kept the formation involved in the water, and the noise sounded like an approaching death song, not just Vern at this moment, he clearly saw the retreat and hesitation from his men's faces.

It's shaking.

Less than a hundred feet away, the crossbowman fired a third round of arrow showers, and Vern clearly saw the helpless arrows striking on the thick fur of the bear field and being bounced off, almost to no avail.

Fifty feet.

Utah bites her teeth to the front of her men, and she thinks she can at least mitigate the impact of the cavemen on her men - those who call her Big Sister, who she sees as her siblings.

For the first time, she felt some regret and wondered if she had picked the wrong one: she turned around and looked in the direction of the young man. At this moment, Brando put it in the second bear goblin, but never looked at it; Utah couldn't help but wonder if the other person, like other nobles, did not care about their lives.

Twenty feet.

Kronsia could almost see the creases on the skin of those cavemen across the street, his head sweating and holding the sword in his hand.

The next moment, two armies —— or not an army. In short, the mercenaries collided with the cavemen. But the results were unexpected by all.

Because at that moment, all voices were lost on the battlefield.

Everybody feels that way.

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