The Amber Sword

“Somehow.” The head of the female mercenary squeezed the hair from her forehead behind her head. She looked at the mercenaries cleaning up the battlefield in the logging yard and couldn't help but say: “I don't know what we're fighting for, it's just...”

She sighed, "The result is barely acceptable. ”

Vern glanced at her and nodded.

“The young man was indeed brilliant, as a nobleman," he replied. "I have been disappointed with nobility since I left the Karasu army, but now it seems that he has changed my mind a little. In fact, as a mercenary, it is not necessarily a good thing to be a noble minister, it is only about to be blackmailed by the other party, and there is inevitably a slight reluctance in the mind. ”

“Humph!” Kronsia snorted coldly, and the silver-haired middle-aged man looked back at the two of them and bluntly said: “Actually, nothing more than a mismatch between the expectations of the heart and the reality. If it was Groudin and not this young man who compiled us, I don't think you must be reluctant. It's just that our young lord has shallow roots, you and I can see that he is only going to use our strength to achieve his purpose...”

“It's doubtful to think of it like that," he said. "If he's just using my people as leverage, I'm sure I won't let him. ”

“After all, Groudin is the owner of one side, but this young man's actions are somewhat unique," Vern replied. “No matter how I see them, I must be held accountable for my men. ”

After listening to the conversation between the two of them, Utah hummed softly and did not turn over. Unlike the two men, she had set up her own mercenary regiment only to unite against oppression by the nobles - a time that disappointed her and ended up having to deal with the filthy nobles.

Previously to protect my only sister, but now my sister has lost it. The head of the female mercenary group sighed and felt a little confused, wondering what she had left to target. But in any case, what Kroncia said still prevented her from agreeing.

Then the three men stopped talking unconsciously, and they looked out of the logging yard unanimously, and the tiger and his cavalry were slowly coming in from the outside - the young lord had arrived.

Every mercenary subconsciously stops at this moment and looks up in that direction. Evaluating a person's abilities among mercenaries is simple: whether a leader has the means to lead them to victory.

Brando has twice led everyone to a miraculous victory at a disadvantage. Even the mysterious rumours circulated privately about that young lord deepened his halo, and everyone understood that that could be who they were going to follow in the future - for some purpose, the three of us in Kroncia and Utah did not block that perception.

In fact, they can't even see for themselves where the whole thing will take them since that night's battle in Cold Cedar City, but in any case, if they leave Brando, I'm afraid they'll have to actually go into the Black Forest.

A unique, powerful and victorious lord. Though the shadow of Count De Nell is as cloudy as it is in the hearts of all, there is at least one hope:

If Brando can triumph for them one at a time under disadvantage, then who can say what will happen in the future? Even the three great commanders had a hidden expectation in their hearts.

Kronsia looked at the people gathered on all sides, and he had no doubt that the mercenaries would cheer as Brando entered the logging yard. Mercenaries are always not stingy enough to give their heroes the highest respect, and the life of a sword shadow of a knife shadow fosters these people's rugged and bloody character.

But when the tiger bird rode into the logging yard with his riders, everyone was stunned.

Where's Brando?

After the team did not see the shadow of their lord, except for the noble nobleman Jinjin, who was fearless, and the businessman and sister who wobbled on the horse's back.

“What's going on?” Utah was the first to go up and ask.

Antitina looked at her and it was not the first time they had dealt with each other. But the skill of this female mercenary leader still does not take any advantage of the nobility in front of the thousand gold, and Antitina simply answers in a faint manner:

“Lord lets everyone set up defenses and cavemen may be assembled and attacked in the second half of the night.” She replied, "Silence cannot work over and over again. The adult has allowed the wizards among you not to be stingy at the spell level, to reinforce the surrounding fences as much as possible, and to do all this before the Witch Throne rises to the night sky. ”

Yuta was stunned and suddenly realized what eyebrows were about to open, but at this time Vern, the leader of the Fire Regiment, walked up from behind her and patted her on the shoulder, indicating that she was a little restless. The tall man looked up at Antittina on the horse's back and said, "Miss Staff, when will the Lord return? He's the only one here who knows the tactics and habits of cavemen, and I'm afraid without him we'll have a hard time surviving the night--”

“As long as I'm here," replied Antitina, "the lord said," if you can survive tonight, he can give you a victory. ”

“Through the night,” Kronsia frowned: "It's easy to say, Miss Clerk, from previous battles, the number of cavemen in this forest may be far more than a thousand. I don't believe they'll be stationed in nearly a third of the outermost logging yard, which is out of the ordinary. Especially as a perennial group. ”

Antitina noodles do not change colour: “Sir, nothing can be done without paying the price. ”

“For businessmen, risks and opportunities coexist," Roman added with a smile. But my aunt said that the difference between people is that smart people are bold and cautious —— and my aunt said that little Roman can also be a smart person. ”

After listening to this, Kronsia did not answer, but had no objection, which was to acquiesce to each other's statements.

“What do you think?” Utah turned her head and whispered to Vern on one side.

“What else can we do?” Vern replied: “The young man doesn't believe us - but as you can see, he's telling us that he's willing to believe us, and now we have the choice, and how to choose it - it's not up to us. ”

The veteran smiled slightly: "What a confident guy, and the arrogance of those shitty aristocrats. ”

“What do you mean?” The head of the female mercenary group stunned.

“That means he doesn't approve of what we think.” Vern replied: “We think he's going to depend on us, but that young nobleman is telling us that with us, without us, we can do the same, but still give us a choice...”

“Psst.” Utah glanced at Antitina in disgust: “I'm so arrogant, I hope he ends up. If we stick around for one night, he'll bring us victory.” She grunted softly.

Vern shook his head knowing that the head of the red-haired mercenary group was talking about Acme's obedience to the mountaineers, but he seemed to have something in his mind and did not answer.

……

Nobody knows Brando's there right now.

At this moment, both sides are making intensive moves. Tajib has allowed his own ethnic soldiers to cross the bear forest in two ways and begin to assemble. Countless cavemen and bear goblins march along the mountains, looking far and wide and covered with ash.

There are also goblin knights in the monster cluster, not underground creatures, but nearby goblin tribes allied with cavemen ——

But these uninterrupted creatures were also considered invisible in Brando's eyes, and he single-handedly held onto the trunk of a mountain wool, looking down the hill, and saw the caveman's army converge in a gray dragon in the valley.

“A lot.” The red-haired girl stood behind him quietly, and she couldn't help but whisper as her amber eyes reflected in the scene: "There's more than a thousand of them here. I knew the baron must not have figured out how many opponents he had, that idiot. ”

Brando nodded, and he and Sy had been riding silver warriors around here for almost hours, chasing the fallen cavemen down here —— creatures who had lost their sight in the darkness, coming from the Jorgendigan Underground, and who didn't necessarily know that two people and a horse were tracking them just a few miles from the sky.

In fact, this is also a natural disadvantage of the underground creatures of Jorgendigan in the surface world. These creatures, accustomed to living in darkness, are often unable to adapt to the sun during the day, either without a sense of blindness or with limited vision during the day, it is difficult to discover what is in the sky.

And, you know, almost all the major scouts in the Warnde surface world are flying in the sky.

The young man raised his head and saw the light colour of the clouds. It was too early and the cavemen might not be able to gather until the second half of the night to attack the logging yard.

“Such a large number," Sy frowned at the bottom of the valley: "If we fought head-on, I'm afraid Captain Makaro would be helpless...” She looked up and looked at Brando: “But what do we do? ”

“Well, it looks like the Caveman tribe is at the hazelnut mill up ahead.” Brando answered unquestionably.

“Hmm?” The red-haired girl turned around.

“From here we can no longer lean from the sky, and I didn't expect these cavemen to compile the nearby geology.” Brando said.

“Lord, do you want to?” Amber eyes flashed with surprise: “How dare you? ”

“Don't worry, it's not the first time I've done this.” Brando turns around and smiles: “But I need your help, Sy. ”

Sy sighed.

“is an order, my lord. ”

“Well, as you wish.” Brando looked closely at the girl with the red ponytail and nodded: “I command you to help me, Sy. ”

“So?” the red-haired girl raised her head.

“There is an old saying in my hometown,” replied Brando. “The thief captured the king first. ”

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