The Amber Sword

The count instructed the young man sitting on the couch to hum softly, and he had to admit that it was a good move to kill with a knife.

But his heart was slightly surprised and he hurriedly lowered his head. No one knows better than he what the result of this order of the Count is that Madala's invasion has created an unprecedented plight for the mountain people - at a time when, for those in the middle of the mountain forests, tax exemption or the omission of a portion of the food of young people can be said to be a life-saving initiative.

Therefore, it is assumed that the other party will not refuse, nor will it refuse.

As for war, isn't war always the norm for the barbarians?

He immediately reckoned in his heart that, this time, even if not counting the armies of Madara and Sir Parras, the armies of the mountain people alone would probably exceed 10,000.

That number shook his mind a little, and this time the Count, who had always been low profile, was determined to show Grand Duke Anrek and Princess Griffin his strength.

But how many years has it been? Ten, twenty years? Since the last time the kingdom began to turmoil, it seemed as if a generation had grown between us.

But this does not mean that the elderly have lost their former courage.

The young man who had been following Count Denel for many years had peeked at his lord and sitting on the couch, and the older count had grown pale, but his eyes had become gloomy and sharp.

The three of you know that when these two letters are sent, the footsteps of the war can no longer be stopped. But the situation is so strange that when all eyes were focused on the onslaught of war in the north, it was unexpected that the beginning of this civil war had opened its doors on the southernmost border that no one in this ancient country had noticed.

It's as if Tony Gehr was forgotten by everyone in this remote place.

……

The footsteps of the war--

But at this moment Brando doesn't know much about this army from the Jean de Ner region, which is about to crumble.

He may have understood that the course of history had changed and that, once the news of Sir Mintai's tragic defeat had come out, he had placed himself on the great wheel of the next civil war that would determine the fate of Eruin.

As for the outcome, it depends on the parties' next performance.

But at this moment, Brando has given the most thought to it, and that is not the problem. He was sitting on a carriage from Chevrond to Cold Cedar City, and the cabin was turbulent because of the mountain roads, but the young man was just staring out the window at the blue sky in the mountains for a moment.

He abandoned all the business of the Chevrond silver mine, boarded the carriage to Cold Cedar Castle overnight, not because he learned of the impending crushing of Count Denel's army, or because an accurate reply had been received from the Princess Regent.

But for another reason.

But Brando retracted his gaze from the changing landscape outside the window, looking back into the compartment, onto an old, familiar dwarf across the street - and then stared at each other.

“Mr. Ordham,” said the young man first, "I wonder what's going on with you. ”

“Hmm...?” The old dwarf stunned for a moment, revealing an obscure mystery, and stuffed a dessert in his mouth: “What's going on? ”

In fact, since getting in the car, the old dwarf has, quite nicely, eaten half of the snacks that Guinevero had prepared for his lord - and now he's about to take out the other half.

As soon as Brando saw his picture, he felt like he had no appetite. Of course, that might have been the old dwarf's strategy.

It has worked, at least for now.

“I don't recall inviting you to come with me, do I?” Brando hasn't been cheerful enough to say, "You're not doing very well in the mine, and I didn't let you leave. Why are you waving around in front of me all day? ”

He thought about it and took a deep breath, adding: "Since the last half-month--”

“You mean this?” The old dwarf almost choked, and he slapped his chest and swallowed the snack: “Well, uh... well said! Young man, this is a problem...”

Brando felt a twitch in the corner of his eye and thought he would kick this guy off the wagon with one foot if he could.

But now he's not in the mood, just coldly answering: "So, Mr. Odom, in that case, can I ask you to step out of the car now? ”

“No, no, no!” The old dwarf hurried to shake and shake his thick, short and short hands, "Of course not, of course not! ”

“Why?”

“Well, let's see,” Odom was obviously a little embarrassed, and he couldn't say I was actually trying to see if your boy had the potential to be king of the earth and have all the dwarves follow?

He thinks he's going to be treated like a psychopath if he says so.

The old dwarf thought and thought, finally finding an excuse to hold back: "Little man, don't you need someone for your officer? ”

Brando felt like he was about to be laughed at, and he said, "Well, what can you do, old man? ”

“I…” Odom said, “I will prospect, and by the way, I am very good at mining. I... my teacher is Kim Dwarf, you understand that although the Ruwen Dwarf is not good at this kind of work, Kim Dwarf is a good miner...”

“Yes, you don't have to say," Brando shook his head: "If you're so good at this, why don't you stay in the mine? ”

The old dwarf got stuck. He was there for half a day before he stumbled and replied: “Well... I mean, although I'm very good at mining, I'd like to do another job...”

He said, smiling barely at Brando.

Smiled so reluctantly.

“Oh?” Brando suddenly finds it not so painful to talk to this guy, at least he knows he's behaving too strangely: “So what do you want? ”

The young man asked in a malicious tone.

The old dwarf grabbed his head, and the problem was kind of hard on him. What else would he do besides work in a mine? Oldham thinks this is an odd question. Are you kidding me? What can a dwarf man grow up in the Golden Dwarf tribe do besides old miners?

Didn't you mean to embarrass him?

If that's what the average person asks, Oldham must make them look good. But it would also make him understand that he was looking for this awkward situation.

He hesitated repeatedly and finally said with difficulty: "Well… I will order… architecture…”

Oldham wasn't lying to Brando, this old dwarf would have been a little bit. Architecture and engineering are actually his amateur hobbies - a hobby that comes from his belief that dwarfs or more or less should possess that much architectural knowledge.

But of course his architectural knowledge did not come from the legacy of the dwarf of Ruwen, but rather from a little understanding; so to be clear, he was also a miner.

So when the old dwarf talks, he obviously doesn't have that much background.

But Brando was interested, and no one else knew what the dwarves were for, but he knew. When he heard Odom say he could build, he immediately felt bright in front of him, and even the anxiety in his heart fell behind him for a moment.

“You said you could build? ”

Brando's voice improved by three points.

Instead, the young man raised his voice and frightened the old dwarf. He didn't have much of an answer, so he became even less of an answer: “Yes... it will be a little...”

But with dwarf perseverance, Odom suddenly realized he couldn't be so weak, he was a dwarf - not just a dwarf, but a silver folk, the only blood of a dwarf!

And he immediately coughed, and he said, "Little man, you see, there's no one there, and that's all I can do, but it just means I don't have enough experience. You know, I used to be a dry miner. ”

This unethical thing sounds like a lot of holes, and I'm afraid even Little Roman wouldn't have believed it here, but Brando, whose construction talent for the Dwarves of Rubik, had already risen to superstition, listened.

The young man thought there was a door, and he nodded, “I see. Will you build a city? ”

“You're building a city? ”

The old dwarf jumped.

Building a city is not an ordinary building project, and he immediately thought that if he were to build a city in his own right, he might end up with this:

He could imagine a city built under his auspices sitting somewhere twisted, becoming a famous landscape for future generations, and, of course, it was a negative textbook, and all the dwarves, even the other dwarves, might come here - in the same mood as a pilgrimage, and say so to their descendants.

See, that's the story of Old Dwarf Odom —— he even forgot to build the gates.

The old dwarf immediately got a cold sweat, and he shook his head and drove this messy idea out of his mind because he saw what Brando was expecting on his face--

“What do you say?” Brando asks in a very tempting way: "It's not just building a city, it's a huge fortress, and once it's built, it can keep your name going forever -”

The young man lowered his voice and said in a distant tone: "Look, that's the work of the dwarf architect, Oldham, who restored the glory of the dwarf - don't you wonder what your ancestors were best at? ”

The glory of the dwarf in Ruwen ultimately touched Odom, or rather gave him a big pill of determination. Brando's portrayal of the scene made him forget that he was nothing more than a typical tripod cat in this respect, and the old dwarf almost immediately firmed his mind.

He thought, yes, he was descended from the dwarf of Ruwen, and he couldn't be worse off there.

So he nodded hard.

Okay! Brando's heart is also relaxed without knowing it. If you really want to sleep, someone will give you a pillow. It looks like Lord Martha is still looking out for him. With the help of the descendants of a dwarf, it is not a problem to build a fortress.

Brando thinks he's made a lot of money, and Odom thinks he's made a lot of money.

Both of us seem to see a bright future at a time.

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)