The Amber Sword

“They retreated. ”

Utah's face was full of blood, sitting across from Antitina, and she gasped and looked at each other - but the nobleman's golden, white face was stained with only a few drops of blood, and her black eyes still had the palpitations left over from the previous battle, but this time she had forced herself to calm down.

The girl nodded.

The silence technique was not as effective as imagined, they thought it was a panacea, but it turned out to be extremely limited. Because the battle has gone into white heat at the time of the spell - command and tactics have become secondary factors - the cavemen have almost simply followed their former servants, relying on the impact of the gushing wall to try to open their mouths on the human defensive line.

When they found this, the mercenaries almost missed their best chance, and the consequences would be unimaginable if Vern hadn't led his own men up there at the most critical moment and forced them to sweep down the walls with a weak advantage.

The fiercest wave of attacks was repelled.

The cavemen, who had lost so much, had finally realized that such casualties were unacceptable, and they had returned, but the previous heinous perils had left everyone with palpitations.

The battlefield cooled down, leaving only the mercenaries with a heavy breath behind the wooden walls. No one counts casualties, because that is temporarily unnecessary, and everyone understands that hopes are slim if no miracle occurs before the next attack.

“They're coming too," Vern sat on the other side, and his whole body ached. But he looked up at the moon in the middle of the sky and said calmly: "The next attack will depend on the arrival of the second cavemen at the latest before dawn. ”

“What do we do?” Kronsia asked.

Everybody shut up.

Even the most resolute Antina, after experiencing the scene between life and death, dare not say that there is ten percent certainty. She was just wondering for the first time if Lord Lords didn't come again, if he was really going to die here.

But think about it, if it weren't for Brando, she'd probably die in that dark, cold, broken house in Prague. In this way, the nobleman has calmed down again.

“Mercenaries act, they do their job, they do their job,” Vern whispers, "we see a lot of life and death. As for them coming up later, we'll open the door and split up. As for whether they're alive or dead, let's see if Lord Martha is willing to please all of us here.”

Kronsia smiled slightly, but laughed with ridicule. He shook his head back and looked at the aristocratic girl and said, "So, Miss Antina, we have an explanation for your lord, don't we? ”

Antitina nodded, “Thank you all. ”

“You don't have to thank me.” Utah interrupted her words: “We're just willing to believe that guy once. But don't worry, even if he doesn't come, I won't leave you both behind. ”

Roman sat across the street, holding her hands on her knees, staring into the dark brown eyes and seriously saying, "Thank you, you're such a good man.” But she smiled and replied, “But Brando will come, and he never talks too much —— if he says he can do it, he can do it. ”

“You do believe him, little girl.” For the first time, Utah noticed this businesswoman.

“In fact," Antitina hesitated, "I would also believe the Lord's words...”

“It seems that our lord has such charm that he can turn two beautiful ladies upside down," Vern said with a slight smile on his dark face. "If I had the ability to do this, I would have died without regret. ”

Listening to him, Kronsia snorted beside him. This handsome, silver-haired middle-aged man has always been proud of himself in the mercenary world. I can't help but think that if this is the case, the man from all over the world can go and kill himself.

Antitina lowered her head slightly and was right to silence such a vulgar tone with Miss Thousand Kings' peculiar silence; instead, Roman raised her pair of little eyebrows and waved her hands with a red face: “Wrong, wrong, that's not why I believe Brando! ”

“What's the reason?” Utah couldn't help but wonder.

This time, even Antina joined the audience, although she followed Brando earlier. But this nobleman, Kim Kim, understands that long before she met Brando, this businesswoman and many others had many stories with that young lord.

She had asked stories about the past of this small group, but at most it was only the story of Red Copper Dragon Retto. In fact, on more than one occasion she wondered what had happened before Lidenburg, at the beginning of Madara's invasion.

The aristocratic young lady, with a woman's acute intuition, felt that there must be more to the story, but like Roman and Brando, everything was an unsolvable puzzle.

All she knows is that there is another important woman in this group. From Brando's mouth, she knew the girl's name was Freya, away from the group at the moment —— and as for who she was and what she was doing now, Brando never said it, and she didn't know where to start.

“You don't understand," the merchant lady unconsciously smiled a little cocky and mysterious at the corner of her mouth, her eyes sparkling: “When Brando took me out of Butch, I saw Brando's eyes and I knew that Brando had become a real man...”

“Because my aunt used to tell me that a real man was willing to take responsibility for his promises, little Roman had to find a man willing to protect her.” Roman replied slowly as he rubbed his hands.

“Because of this?” Utah is a bit awkward.

Vern heard nothing but correspond to one of the things that the young lord did. Only Kroncia snorted, “I haven't seen that noble lord in all the places I've been, who can be described as a man, and in fact, one of those guys with seeds, and I'm going to thumbs up ——”

His words gained a lot of recognition among the mercenaries around him, but Antittina did not refute them, she merely silently remembered Roman's reference to the word Butch.

She raised her head to say exactly what she was about to say, but it was at this time that a mercenary rushed in from the other side of the wooden wall interrupted several conversations. The visitor brought bad news:

“Several heads of delegation, there seems to be movement in the forest. The cavemen seem to be ready to attack again. ”

Everyone was surprised, so soon? The previously harmonious atmosphere suddenly disappeared without a trace, the scene quietly, the mercenaries face each other, a cloud silently covering the heads of everyone present.

Antitina once told them to wait for news from that young lord to triumph, yet at this moment the clouds seemed to cover the moon, without a trace of hope in the darkness.

At this moment, even the nobleman Kim himself is suffocated.

……

But in the valley, changes on the battlefield are predicted by almost all the cavemen.

Metallic horses jumped gently across the center of the battlefield, and Sy had jumped off the horse's back for the first time when her silver hooves touched the ground. She landed lightly next to Tajib, while turning back, as the caveman was turning around in the battlefield and jumping in this direction in her pupils like Amber's.

Brando's summoned angels stopped the cavemen who rushed to the front, and they stabbed them with their swords.

Sy frowned and instinctively felt that time was running out. She immediately put the trident in her hand backwards, ‘clicking’ lightly on the neck of the caveman's head lying on the ground--

“Let them surrender. ”

“I… am dead,” Tajib replied in stubborn Krutz, “you too… cannot live. ”

This guy's cunning was unexpected by the teenage girl. She snorted cold after a moment, so she answered calmly: "Don't be smart! Don't forget, we've got flying horses," She's got the blades on tighter, “giving you one more chance to stop the attack! ”

Tajib hesitated for a moment, of course he feared death, but obviously it wasn't that simple, so he decided to make a bet: “In that case, please arrange for me to meet Lord Shea -”

Thea is the myth of the caveman who manages the earth, rumored to be a giant lizard living on the face of the earth's elements. But among Amber, players have long proven that it's just a mythical dragon-like creature that has nothing to do with godliness or anything.

“Don't think I won't kill you!” Hidden in Sydney's heart, she couldn't help but kick past, this foot was so heavy that she almost kicked it on the ground for several laps.

Instead, this foot sat on Tajib's speculation, and he wasn't afraid. Instead, he patted the dust on his body and climbed up and answered in his spare time: “I think... you can run away, but your companions in the forest... aren't necessarily safe? ”

“YOU ——" Cecil nitrose, and she didn't expect this clever caveman to guess what was in their minds as soon as she opened her mouth, but of course she couldn't admit that there was nothing she could do for a while.

“What power do you belong to?” Brando picked up the conversation, and he immediately looked down at each other, "Tolland or Tequila? ”

His words had an immediate effect, and Tajib shut his mouth carefully - though without his eyes, the caveman looked up unconsciously at this young lord - and if the expression on his face could be described, it must be like fear of a venomous serpent.

Schlander and Tequila are not famous underground in Jorgendigan, but they are opposite to the death of Tajib's former dungeon lord. This suggests that this young man is familiar with the underground world, and Tajib suddenly realizes that his strengths have disappeared, as if a tacit sense of superiority had been drawn from his body.

It had to revisit the two humans it had always looked down on for the first time and felt that they were sitting on an equal footing with themselves. But where did they come from? Why did you mention Shland and Tequila? What do they have to do with the death of their lord?

But ever since it was separated from the underground world, it had nothing to do with the original lord. In the underground world of Jorgendigan, it was very common to change the doorway, and it could not think of any reason why the other party should chase itself. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)