The Amber Sword

Brando's ears aren't sharp enough to eavesdrop on the conversation of a few ordinary teenagers a few dozen meters away. Besides, he was in a hurry to get acquainted with the sword in his hand - it was a magic sword - but it was kind of ordinary, slightly lighter than a regular sword.

At best, this sword is a low-magic object. Brando has actually used a similar sword before, but as an over-equipment, he can no longer remember his name.

The young man dumped the sword at will, and the swept wind cast two shallow traces on the sand. The action fell into Kuran's eyes, making his eyes slightly brighter, “It is indeed white crow swordsmanship -” the old man had returned to God from previous surprises, but immediately picked another eyebrow.

“How did this boy learn white crow swordsmanship, one of the secret swordsmanship of the court of Eluin?” He doubted himself in his heart.

But the same behavior is controversial in the eyes of teenagers ——

“What's he doing?” Maher saw the white light shining on Brando's sword, and the sand next to him was smoky, so she couldn't help but frown and ask.

“Making smoke, right?” Joca replied uncertainly: "Find a chance to defeat your enemies in the smoke, fight with your mind, you know, Maher? ”

“He can't see anybody in the smoke? ”

Joca turned her eyes in a nauseous way: “That must be some special technique, or would someone be causing trouble for themselves? Think about it a little bit and think about it--”

But Corwin interrupted them, and he watched for half a day and finally confirmed it: “He is familiar with the sword. ”

“Familiar with swords? ”

“The sword was given to him by Captain Kuran.” Someone said.

But is it really okay to change swords before the war? These teenagers just never saw the world again, and they knew it had to have an impact, and they had to look on the field —— at this point Brando had stopped and looked ready.

Metissa stood behind the young man with a silver long hand, as her unicorn did not follow her as usual due to deep underground. But even on the ground, Silver Pokémon's ancient warfare skills are no worse.

Kuran was once taught not to underestimate this little girl.

Once again, the door to the north of the ring of gladiators opens, and behind it again is the same hellish three-headed dog who had died once before, the giant beast claws buttoned to the ground, three big heads making a low roar, three pairs of red eyes staring down, seemingly looking for the enemy before it.

Its appearance gave rise to a low sigh, as if someone hadn't thought that something would come back to life.

And this time with the last experience, this monster from beneath the Sulphur River seems to have learned to behave. It waits for the owner of the gladiator to release the chain for it before shivering black and red fur into the field.

It sprayed its nose, revealing a cautious divine colour and approaching Brando and Metisa carefully, little by little, in a circle.

The other side seemed to have learned a lesson from this big dog, but Kuran smelled something unusual from the air.

The old man stared at the center of the ring, his nose moved, couldn't help but frown and complained, “The little guy won't control his temper, making a ring under his temper, compared to that little girl is much gentler...”

The deeper his eyebrows locked: “But what is this smell, the elements? What is this element? It's a bit odd...”

Because the surrounding area is getting colder and colder, there is even white frost on the sand of the walls, and the flow of air tends to stop, as if the entire space was filled with a sinking, still smell.

Even the group of teenagers a few dozen meters away felt as if they were stuck in a muddy pit, let alone a hell of a three-headed dog right in front of Brando.

The young man stared at the big dog for six rounds of bloody red eyes with a faint color. But the latter doesn't feel so good - the hell dogs feel like they're pressing a heavy mountain on their bodies with a pair of strong chains on their front and rear paws, not to mention the offense, and even making hard strides.

The Hell Dog subconsciously lowers its three giant heads, as if to fight this impotent power.

“Huh?” Kuran slightly flashed.

And at this moment, Brando's mind is so clear with the words' static, stable ’that he feels like he can touch that rule - just as he did in the first war with Kabbas, the power of the elements seems to be in his hands, ready to be used.

He knew the feeling was just an illusion. The power of the element is like a trigger attribute relative to the golden phase and is not controllable.

But now, this attribute is clearly triggered.

Everyone, including teenagers, noticed something was wrong. They saw that giant, two-story monster born down in front of Brando, with his limbs on the ground with his chin - as if a prince were surrendering to the emperor.

It had to surrender because of the immense power that kept it immobile.

And young people stood there motionless, looking at each other as if they were comfortable accepting such a subjugation.

Everyone was stunned by the scene, and Kuran was stunned —— what was the point? Wang Ba Qi?

“Metissa, go.” But Brando said only slightly, unlike everyone else, he felt such a powerful power shouting in his heart, yelling to rule everything, as if a terrible giant beast would break its shell anytime, anywhere.

Even he had the illusion that if he raised his hand, the world would collapse for it.

Power like a god.

Then the Silver Elf Prince took the initiative, and the silver shuttle in his hand turned into a silver wire that extended forward, with the tip flashing a cold, icy light of death.

Time seemed to have been stretched by this blow, and everyone saw that simple silver line paddling a half-circle along the battlefield and slowly approaching the Hell Dog from one side.

As long as it's moving forward, it can punch through the demon's three giant heads.

But at the last moment, under the oppression of the impending breath of death, the big dog finally broke free from the power of Brando's elements. It tried its best to raise its head up and jump backwards, clearly avoiding the deadly blow.

Unfortunately, a strange thought flashed through Brando's heart, as if he felt that the heavens and the earth were in his grasp. He was just a move and pulled the giant beast back alive. ‘Pfft' sounded softly, Metisa's tiny body lifted the spear, and the silver shuttle pierced three giant heads before pulling the unlucky hell out of the three dogs high and swinging forward.

Its body landed in the sand in a blast.

One blow to death.

Juveniles, everyone, including Maher, stayed.

Kuran almost thought he heard his chin landing, and the old man couldn't bear to consciously touch his chin with his hands to make sure that the part was still on his body.

Space-like elements, he couldn't add to the shock.

“That's...” Joca felt as if she was stuck by someone, and the second half of the sentence stuck back in her stomach. But no one came to laugh at him because everybody was the same.

Brando himself caught this, and he looked at his hands and was somewhat unsure. Whether space locks or time stops are infinitely close to the power of existence.

But he was surprised that Metisa had returned to him: "Lord?” She asked, with some surprise, that the person who had just taken the shot, the girl, must of course feel stronger than anyone else.

But Brando waved his hand, and he couldn't confirm himself, at this point the roaring voice above the arena rang:

“Do mortals continue to challenge? ”

“Of course." replied the young man in a mood that was both exciting and distressed.

Avarian enters soon.

“This time I come.” Brando said he could feel that control over the elements was slowly receding as the peak period passed, and he had to experiment as quickly as possible to confirm the confusion in his mind.

Metissa looked at him, about guessing his intentions, nodded slightly.

Brando put down his sword in his right hand and walked towards Lord Greydwarf.

Once again, the cold momentum pushes itself over to the other side.

Evarian snorted slightly, humming softly. The grey dwarf immediately dropped his brilliant posture on entering the field, and his two small eyes sparkled under his bare helmet to exert pressure. Some severely removed the hammer from his shoulder, held his hands and moved his center of gravity down into the battle posture.

This time even Joca saw it, it was an alert that reacted instinctively when the beast was in danger ——

But is that young man really that scary?

He looked closely at Brando and could not imagine the young man who had dealt with himself, with an attitude that was casual enough to make this dwarf, like a fortress of steel, nervous at a glance.

He may be good, but he's so young! Joca recalls his own experience, and in fact Brando's reaction was similar to that of the cavalry guards in the mining area, and he thinks that their strength should be similar.

Though that's pretty impressive in this teenager's eyes.

But he knew right away that he was wrong, because Brando had already made the attack. In order to seize the last chance, young people are the first to strike.

And in the eyes of others, that's fast —— incredibly fast. They had no way of catching Brando's trajectory but to see his figure disappear and then show up, as if moving instantly, in front of Evarian.

There was a ripple of space behind him--

The Grey Dwarves are a hunch, but his vast combat experience has made him howl and raise his hands to block them. But his movements were defined at this moment, when Brando's blade was between being and not being - as if illusion had crossed his defensive line, through the gap between his helmet and his chest armor, through his throat.

The dwarf opened his eyes and could only make a 'grunt’ noise.

Brando had stopped in front of him like a ghost, one hand pressed against his hammer, his right hand gently pulled back the sword and took a bloody flower, then the heavy fortress fell. Black blood only slowly spreads from under this dwarf.

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