The Amber Sword

The great changes that took place that afternoon shook the entire Green Tower.

But dramatic change is not necessarily a good--

The parliament of Druid became nervous almost overnight, and the small town became dark, when mysterious guests from the Cruz Imperial Mission visited the hotel where Eruin, the Templar of Fire, had set foot - and privately, some hollow and windy trail news began to circulate.

According to one source, the massive magic reaction that took place in Chablis a year ago should have come at least from the signs of the awakening of a holy sword that existed in a myth, the Lion's Heart Sword of Aceh, and the propagators claimed that the Eruins had mastered how to enter the rings of the wind to seize the sword.

But there are also reports that the secret lies with a young Eruin who was rescued by the Druids after a serious clash with the Cruz Empire in the afternoon.

The second message attracted the interest of the snoopers, and the powerful Krutz Empire actually ate a dark loss at Druid's hands because of an Eruyin, and the submarine lines between them were enough to spark any good conjecture.

At the same time, a group of Lion Mercenaries from the Barbarian Mountains learned of a myth circulated in their homeland that the sword of the earth, fought with the dwarves for the Lion Empire, reappeared in the world and fell into the hands of a young man as a witness.

Another assertion claimed that the Cruz Empire had engaged in such a conflict with the young man in order to seize the sword of the earth.

More news spreads rapidly across bars, and there are even absurd lies claiming that Eruin has turned to the forces of the diocese, all sorts of rumours flying away like wings, true and false, perhaps not believed by all.

But sometimes a conspiracy doesn't require you to truly believe, because people are always willing to consciously deliver those strange messages.

But overnight, the Green Tower became full of stupidity due to the dramatic changes in the rings of the wind.

Brando did not know that everything around him was quietly changing, as he had left the town of the Green Tower at the first moment of the change in the rings of the wind and entered the Deadwood Parliament, accompanied by two Grand Druids.

Deadwood parliament now has the exact information ——

The rings of the wind have changed dramatically, opening a passageway to dozens of kilometres wide on the perimeter of the cloud wall, as if for the first time doors had been opened to travellers outside Druid.

But no one knows what's happening in the middle of the mountains. Because deep in the Kalanga Mountains has become a very dangerous area since the cloud fog retreated, monster activity in the fog has become more frequent.

In fact, to date, the Druids have lost several observation points.

The front line is failing.

The situation seems to be getting tense.

At least a hundred elders, Druid, gathered in the square dedicated to the Goddess of Nia, and the distant and nearby branches were filled with members of the outer ring who turned into gray crows, and there was a rush of rain coming up and down the parliament.

Elite out.

Brando looked up at the dark red sky that had turned after the evening of the Green Tower, and countless ravens were flying around six ancient trees, with dense numbness covering almost half of the sky.

Looking in this direction, more Druids are climbing up the vine path between the ancient trees in grass leaf cloaks, making up almost a spreading green dragon.

Yeah, well...

Thousands of Druids are coming from similar settlements in the black forest near the Green Tower, and naturally a warning has been given to all, then war is on.

Is success or defeat, seems to be in this move.

Hundreds of years later, the Druids in Tonigal's southern realm leaned out for the first time.

“Everybody--! ”

“The monsters seem to lean out," an Elder Druid's voice sounded like lightning and thunder in a storm, reporting out loud: “Our brothers and sisters at the forefront are unable to block their attacks and are retreating. ”

“I can see from the sky that the monsters in the forest are like a black ocean, with the black edges falling down the woodland, flooded with thorn walls, rose walls, and storm rings in many areas.” Another Druid flew down from a tree, from a gray crow to a human form, shouting.

“We strike back now! ”

“These monsters must be stopped! ”

“They will destroy all frontier observatories, and our centuries of efforts in the Black Forest will be destroyed once and for all!” There was such a roar among the Druids.

The elder knocked on the ground with a wooden cane, and the crisp collision calmed down the scene that had become a little confusing:

“How many monsters are there?” The old man asked.

“Countless.” At first the Druid replied.

Countless.

Brando stood behind the big, tall Druid behind the elder, and for a while nobody noticed his presence as an outsider, as he retrieved his gaze from the sky in the evening, which was as red as blood, and then looked down at the town where the stars under the green tower lit the light.

Half-sky towns and cities are as far away from the dead wood parliament as they are, leaving only a bright flame. Of course he didn't know what was happening there, but Druid's answer evoked a hint of his memory.

Countless.

Brando lifted his eyelids slightly and saw a leaf drift from his head, reaching out to catch the leaf, then turned over his palm and watched the leaf drift slowly into the night.

Floating beneath it like an endless black abyss.

“Lord,” Grey Crow Grand Druid saw this young lord's movements and couldn't help but be somewhat dissatisfied with his distraction: “What do you think of the changes in the rings of the wind? ”

“Can I ask you something?” Brando raised his head and looked at each other.

And this is when the elder heard the conversation, and he thought about it, holding his cane in one hand and taking a step back, and nodded slightly to Brando: "Please ——”

The scene was lonely, as if someone had only noticed the presence of a human being at this time.

“Who is that young man? ”

“Seems like a guest of Parliament. ”

“But look, he's just a human being. ”

“It seems to be Lord Fania's family. ”

“So that's it.” There was a whisper burglary in Druid.

But what's he doing here?

Brando had no excuse for the Elder's suggestion, but instead, he stepped forward, looked up at Elder Druid, who had been reporting, and asked, "Where did the monster come from? ”

The Elder Druid stunned for a moment: "In the fog. ”

“Continuous? ”

“Continuously. ”

“Can't count? ”

“Can't count.” The other side stunned for a moment and wondered why Brando had to ask.

“Monster Tide," Brando answered with certainty, as if memory coincided, where the experiences of two space-times merged:

“As the moon rises, the first wave of monsters will last for seven long nights. The withering of flower buds means the apoptosis of life. The wolves roar and run under the moon, as if to herald a catastrophe. Therefore, the first calamity of civilization is the scourge of wolves. ”

“This is the scourge of wolves.” Brando replied, "The monster you see is a black wolf. ”

Wolf scourge.

The Druids have changed their face and there has been a lot of talk. The scourge of wolves is a catastrophe that has brought turmoil to the world in prophecy. How can it have anything to do with the change in the ring of letters and winds?

“The variation of the Ring of Creed is inherently linked to the Great Tide. The Wolf Wreck is just the beginning, but as deadly as the beginning, the Monster Tide will soon cross here and sweep the Ring of Creed. ”

“Then they will rise and fall until the Great Tide reaches its true point, bringing destruction to the world. ”

Brando said this, and his thoughts seemed to go back to that exciting time in the game - the Great Tide brought the beginning of turmoil, the ancient empire crashed, and the fire of civilization went out when there were candles in the wind.

This is the heart of chapter two, war and chaos.

Yet the star-like hero came to Warnde, lit the flames of the stars and burned all over the earth, as if he saw a flag struggling to move forward in the light —— the goddess of martial arts, Freya, the Duke of Ajenga, Walter the Wolf, Kenan the King of Wrath, the heroes of different times, one by one, appeared, and they led the players along with their children to break in the darkness.

However, the sword plough opened up a bloody land, the flame burned out pale thorns, a hot and bloody battle, as if the chest had not yet extinguished a little warmth, but the remaining temperature survived, and civilization stood still.

Brando felt the glory of the past, which was the scourge of the wolf in the twilight and roaring years.

And this is a wolf scourge that began the year of the sword, and creatures running in the shadows will soon sweep past the black forest and destroy all order.

Brando had not experienced the war, but he knew someone had, and he shared it.

Then the young lord turned back and said calmly, "Their direction? ”

Nobody knows.

But after a silence, a gray crow fell from the sky, and he landed in the center of the square and turned into a young Druid, who looked at everyone and said seriously:

“The Monster tide swept through the Rose Wall and turned and came toward the Green Tower. ”

His voice echoed in the square.

Druids are silent.

This time everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

“Is there any way?” The Elder asked.

“Guarantee that the sparks of the Green Tower will not go out and that as many sparks as possible will exist," replied Brando. “In addition, I will enter the center of the rings once. ”

“At this time?” The gray crow glanced at him.

“Seven long nights, you will face the darkest side of the power of chaos, and the sun will never rise again, for eternal night.” Brando asks, "Did the Green Tower insist on that time? ”

“This is the only way to light Valhalla's holy fire.” He continued.

Valhalla.

Druids are slightly nitrogen.

“Can you do that?” The elder looked at him and asked.

“I need help.” Brando replied.

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