The Amber Sword

But this seemingly insane practice of putting wizards on the front lines, after a series of discussions, Brando said that everyone found it to be a great strategy.

Because the role of wizards is not just to send messages back, but also to hide, clear information and avoid pursuit.

But even so, Charles supported doing so only in the early days of the war, because that might have an unintended effect, but once the opponent knew about their means, every sorcerer's loss would be unaffordable to them.

Brando had no choice but to accept that, and he knew that Charles was right - and he was right, of course, but the time was wrong, and the greatest tide in history was far from coming.

Then Brando looked at the mercenary who had delivered the letter, took the letterhead and opened it and looked at it; but his divine colour was almost cloudy, almost cloudy, and seemed to come even worse than the gray sky at this time.

The little princesses of Sy and the Pokémon in the back couldn't help but look at each other with some apprehension. They rarely saw Brando so heavily. What happened?

“Lord Lord?” Metisa whispered.

Brando shook his head.

The message in the letter is simple, and it simply says that a clan of mountain people is present in Pallas. It may be said that this letter will not be brought to the attention of any of Brando's men at this moment.

The term "mountain dwellers" is common in Jean de Neil, where these natives have been at war with these ‘outsiders' for almost all the years, and with whom Sir Parras has dealt not for a year or two, but for almost half his life.

If anyone else sees this message, they're probably glad the old knight is in trouble again, but this letter means something to Brando.

“Looks like we're about to add a new list to our enemies. ”

The young lord smiled helplessly and handed the letterhead to Metissa, but the little Silver Elf princess just glanced at her and asked after a moment:

“Mountain people? They are not the enemies of Count Denel, my lord. Why do they join them in attacking us when you say the Knights of Paras have fought against them all these years? ”

Metissa asked somewhat puzzlingly.

“The mountain people are divided into many branches, and the clan mentioned in the letter comes from the eastern side of the Grahar Mountains, and they have always nominally belonged to the autonomy of Count Denel - although the landscape of the mountain people is strong, and they rarely migrate to other areas on a large scale, let alone out of their autonomy -”

“What?” Sy didn't know about the military, but she also heard about Brando's tone abnormality.

“I don't think they're going to be here for the Sleep Celebration. I don't know what Denel promised these stubborn guys, but these mountain folks are definitely coming for us. ”

“It's okay,” Si snorted softly: "Whoever comes, we'll beat them. ”

Brando only laughed. He knew the red-haired girl was just cheering herself up.

But Metissa needs to calm down a little bit: “Is that a big problem?” She asked.

Brando shook his head: "Of course it would increase our pressure, but it's hard to say how many. I'm sure Count Denel's old fox must have mobilized more than just this hillbilly clan."

He looked at the distance and the snow had turned the streets into fog, “Looks like, you underestimate these ‘beasts’ who fought all day! ”

Brando was easy to say, but he didn't really have a bottom line at the moment, and God knows how many mountain folks would go into Pallas, and maybe the food supply to these people would be a bottleneck ——

But Brando is also unclear how much material Denel can mobilize in his territory and for how long.

But anyway, Pallas' army, the mountain people, plus Madara's dead spirit.

The young man couldn't bear to raise his eyebrows deeply.

“Want to call Miss Antina?” Metissa asked.

Brando shook his head and Antitina stayed at the South Gate, a nobleman who supervised mercenaries paying workers - paid in free harbor cross copper coins - just a few coppers each.

It's not much money, it's better to talk than nothing, and it's more symbolic. The nobility was meant to save the money, but it was part of Roman's overall recovery plan, which naturally could not be agreed.

In the end, Antina was angry, but simply grabbed the guy and left him on the site, thinking that Brando couldn't bear to smile and shake his head even if he was in a heavy mood.

He thought of little Roman pretending he didn't know he wanted to get rid of it, but he was eventually led back by a serious aristocratic lady.

Unlike him, even if the latter looks like a tearful face, she can do the same - although Antitina is probably Roman's best friend besides Freya.

But on business, the aristocratic lady doesn't tell a thing.

Brando finds it sincerely interesting when he thinks of that little guy who often gives him a headache and helplessness, who has to have a sad face in front of Antina.

He was fortunate to be able to hide quickly, otherwise little Roman would have to rely on him - although Antitina could have made promises to everyone else, there was nothing he could do to favour this young lord.

With that in mind, he shook his head with some laughter and thought back to the matter. The young man clapped the letterhead on his clapper: "Actually, I'd rather know, who sent this information back? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“The average person probably won't notice these mountain people, because they're too ordinary for this place, which means that what we think about, the person who sent the message, must have thought about it.” Brando's a little strange.

He knows this because he has knowledge and vision that transcends the world, and I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to tell from this letter if he hadn't said something about it in his chat with Charles.

And besides him and Charles, that's even more so.

So who is the one who sent this letter?

Brando was strange, but he noticed that the elements of the message in front of him made him look at him and stop talking. The young man smiled slightly and asked, "Is there anything else you want? ”

“Yes, my lord...” That element made his face look a little strange and he answered in a vomitful manner: "Just now, Lord Charles sent me another letter saying it was for you. ”

“What about an envelope?” Brando frowned and wondered what the hell that guy was up to.

“Sir, would you like to see it? ”

“Absolutely -” Brando said in disgust, since it was all for him, could you not look at it? However, he stared at the element with some confusion, making it look a little out of date.

“Well,” but the other guy's face got weirder, "Your Honor, can you turn around first? ”

Which one is this?

Before Brando could react, he saw the shadow flashing from his side, and Sy had stretched out a long gun around this guy's neck.

“Take it out!” Sy said coldly.

That element left him stuck, or he was obviously frightened, and then shivered, but painfully took a strange creature out of the robe - his apostle.

Brando recognized that strange creature in just one glance, and of course others —— because it was just a duck.

A duck as a demon?

This time it wasn't just Brando, even Ceci and Metisa were stuck.

These three men are experienced players, one is a princess of the Silver Elf Empire, and one is a mercenary who has fought many battles. Most of them have dealt with a variety of sorcerers, elements, even witches, even though they have met a variety of strange people.

But I've never seen a wizard with a duck as a magician.

Brando stayed half a mile and nodded in response: "Very well, very personalized.” In his impression, more wizards use all kinds of weird messengers, and the elements make most of them, shouldn't fairies be used as messengers?

“My lord,” the element frowned bitterly, “it was none of my business. I had no magic. This thing... this thing was given to me by Lord Charles... saying it was a duck to make the demon bring luck. ”

“Luckily,” Brando said, shaking his head, "what's your name? ”

The first time he watched this guy closely, he was actually just a young man about his age, quite eye-catching. But ever since I saw this guy take out a duck as a demon, I wondered how they felt about it. If he was born in his time and didn't want to be a comedian, it would be benevolent.

He looked back at Cee and Metisa, and Cee was fine, but Metisa was obviously just as funny.

“My lord, I used to be an apprentice, they called me Red Pig. ”

“Red pig? ”

“That's the name of a warcraft in my hometown...”

Brando remembered the monster of more than thirty levels, fierce temper and rough skin, and few people were willing to deal with it.

He looked at the duck in his hand and coughed and said with a little laughter, "Why don't you follow me in the future —— I just need an apprentice. ”

“Sir, do you need an apprentice?” That element stunned me: "My lord, are you a wizard? ”

“No," Brando shook his head: “I'm the element maker. Anyway, don't ask too many questions. You just follow me--”

Elements?

Once again, the person is stunned, the elements make it possible to sense the presence of the other person, especially the higher elements, making it even more inherently oppressive for lower levels of existence.

But he didn't feel this kind of oppression in this young lord —— there was only one possibility that he was weaker than himself, or similar to him.

But this element of possibility made the apprentice dare not even think about it. The other party is the Lord of all things in the legend. He has only seen the Lord a few times before, but the other party's mysterious and powerful legends he has heard many times already.

But isn't the legend a swordsman in the gold field? How did it become an element again?

The younger the nickname is "Red Pig," the more confused you want to be.

But Brando just waved at him, and he really needed an apprentice - not just an apprentice, but to prepare for another plan, which must now be on the agenda.

The presence of the mountaineers as enemies somehow made Brando feel urgent.

“That's it,” he said, and took a look at the young man: "You follow me, and I'll give you a name —— just call it Devil Duncan ——”

“Devil Duncan?” The young man was stunned.

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