The Amber Sword

Eruin's mission was frozen by Brando's words, and Count Roberon's short, fat hand moved in the middle of the air, but did not wave down.

The faint mist in the forest dissipates a strange silence for a time, with bonfire lights or lights or darkness in the distance, sending the sound of crackling charcoal burning.

The sound becomes so clear and audible in this scented environment.

Brando saw an incredible glow in these people's sparkling eyes, Robert half raised his hand, the Bachelor of Ladies slightly covered his mouth, and Count Odin's hand drooped from the sword.

Everyone looks at this young aristocrat with a madman's eye.

So Brando spreads his hands open, and his tone is soft, and his words are as light as the breeze in the night: “So what are you going to do next? ”

The nobles' lips crept.

……

“Cut, those guys can't even control their own people. It's useless.” Faina hid behind a rock in her skirt, some staring at the open space outside the forest with dissatisfaction, and Brando confronted the Eruin mission: “That's not going to do it at all. ”

She said that she couldn't help but look back at Viscount Ellman a little complacently.

The young Viscount was also worried, and his chest smiled bambooshly: "Don't worry, the show is still behind us. ”

As if to testify to his words, Viscount Ellman's voice had not yet set, and Brando suddenly turned back to the side of the forest, “Who?” He drank, and the sword of the earth in his hand was like a black light out of his sheath, and 'Ding’ struck a crossbow flying out of the woods.

The first target of the crossbow was Count Odin, but missed a few and headed straight for the Bachelor of Ladies behind him. The noble lady did not react at all and had it not been for Brando, she would have splattered five steps of blood by now.

But Brando was able to hold one, but he couldn't help it any more, so he took the shot, and Count Robert next to him took an arrow. The fat man was lucky to have a bit of swordsmanship on the bottom. Although he had already been spared, he avoided harm at the time of a thousand shots and was shot in the shoulder by an arrow.

When did the noble lord of honor ever suffer such wounds, he immediately burst into a hog-like cry.

“Who!” Count Odin reacted only one step slower than Brando, but at this time someone dared to sneak up on them to surprise and anger the general from the Northern Legion, who immediately drew his sword in the direction of the attack.

And Brando beside him had already looked at the already crippled crossbow on the ground and frowned. He had so much experience, he had already analyzed a lot of things at the moment when he broke the crossbow.

“At least this arrow is not a masterpiece of a double crossbow and, from a force perspective, should at least be the result of equipment above the alchemy level.

Since the Eluyns were not used to equipping themselves with magic crossbows, Brando first ruled out ambushes arranged by the guys in front of him, and he had just clearly felt that the arrow was headed for Count Odin.

There are enemies in Eruin's mission here?

He turned around and saw a dark shadow in the forest.

Those shadow actions were swift, as if the presence of a father in the forest had begun to form a siege, numbering at least a few hundred, and Brando couldn't help but squint his eyes and see the fire shining out of the shape of the attackers.

It's a bunch of tiger-backed bear-bellied humanoid creatures, each with a lion's head, and gray-golden bristles, like beards, draped from the lion's face and onto the inset leather armor below.

Their palms are similarly furry claws, but much longer than their four-legged distant relatives, wearing leather boots and a wide variety of weapons.

“Toquinin 'Golden Lion!” Count Odin has called out the other party's history.

Hundreds of golden lions stopped, and then walked out of there two golden lions, one taller than a normal lion, with a long scar on the head of the guy's face, almost splitting his fine eyes in two, behind him seemed to be his deputy, one step behind him to stop.

“Good morning, Lovac. Excuse me a moment.” When the first Golden Lions were present smiled, the muscles on their faces almost twisted the flesh-red scars.

“Toquinin Lion, what do you want?” The general is gloomy: “Want to start a war? ”

Too bad Roark, the Golden Lion, ignored him and raised his sword to Brando: "Little man, hand over your sword! ”

It's a move that has changed the face of all of you here at Elouin —— even though Roark is targeting Brando, it's almost made Count Odin and Count Roberon lying on the ground angry with his lungs.

They can get into trouble with Brando because they're the same aristocrats as Eruin.

And they can tolerate the Krutz command of anger, because the Eagle Empire is so prestigious.

But what are these barbarians?

In the era of Eruin statehood, the Golden Lions were only a small tribe on the Kingdom's north-western border, and since then they have fought the Eruins for many years, suffered many losses and eventually tamed them back into the mountains.

Although the kingdom has been gradually diminishing over the past hundred years and the Golden Lions on the border have moved somewhat, it is not expected that the other side has become insane.

Not only have they surrounded and attacked Eruin's mission, but they have also been cynical.

The first thing Odin thought about was whether these beasts, who had yet to evolve completely, had found something to depend on, but he could only think of the Cruz, but it was obviously unlikely that, compared to Tokenin, at least Eluin was still a country of temples of fire.

In the eyes of the Cruz, these guys are real beasts, and they can never stand behind these beasts and support them in their battle against Eruin.

That is against the teachings of the Temple of Fire.

But beyond that, the Count can't think of any reason why these beasts are so arrogant. And, of course, he didn't move lightly, and there were hundreds of people in the other forest, and they came looking for Brando, but with only twenty or thirty guards, it was self-evident who would lose money when they started.

He and Roberon exchanged colors, although they both thought it was important to teach these uncultivated two-legged cats a lesson, but the good guy didn't lose his sight, at least now he had to stabilize each other and go back to the camp first.

"Roark, are you worried about the consequences? Or do you think we're the only ones in the Eruin mission? ”

Roark squinted his eyes, as if he'd noticed the presence of someone other than Brando. It licked its paws with a cold smile and measured the people in front of it with the pale yellow prismatic pupils characteristic of feline animals.

Indeed, if it had dared not to do so before.

But before it came here, it had received important news from the Krutz that the Eru of the outside world was now divided and unable to wage a war. And what makes it kind of funny is that these high-ranking Eruin aristocrats on weekdays don't seem to know about it yet, and it's looking forward to seeing the look on their faces.

Toquinin has been snooping at Eruin's rich land for a long time, and this decade has finally waited for such an opportunity to tear his face apart sooner or later, so he doesn't care if it is today or tomorrow.

This news is all the more important to the Krutz, who also told them that the sword of the earth fell in their hands at this moment.

The sword of the earth was originally a sacred object in the wilderness. Legend has it that whoever holds the sword can unite the mountains with the people of the earth. The Golden Lion thought that the sword should be lost in the mountains of Anwa, and to that end he has fought with the dwarf for centuries.

I didn't expect to show up here.

They originally came for the rumors of the artifact. Now the artifact has no shadow, but it is also a good option to find the Nine Swords first.

“Consequences?” Roark couldn't help laughing when he saw the faces of the aristocrats. "I might be worried if you said that a few decades ago, but now you don't seem to know what's going on in your country? ”

Odin stunned.

“What do you mean?” Someone has asked.

“Your country is now divided into two parts, and the domestic lords are fighting each other, that is, you are not here to explore treasure?” The tall golden lion smiled.

It's like a lightning bolt that struck all the Eruin aristocrats present and made them look miserable.

Of course, they knew what was going on in Eruin. When the old king sent them to the South to find the Lion's Heart Sword in order to restore the destiny of the kingdom, but they did not realize that they had not yet done all they could, the kingdom had been divided.

What the hell is going on? Is this really Lord Martha's will?

But at a time when all hearts were numb, Brando finally said:

“I'm sorry,” he replied softly. "What did you just say to me? I didn't hear you very clearly. Could you please repeat that? ”

Brando held the sword of the earth and his hand sank slightly, resembling water.

He felt that the anger in his chest could burn away at this moment, and Brando was so upset by these unknown compatriots who came to entertain the master to question him, he was preparing to do a good job on behalf of His Royal Highness the future Princess Regent to teach these unclear guys.

But he didn't think.

At this point, someone would hit his gun, and when the tall golden lion pointed his sword at him and let him hand over the sword of the earth in a gentle tone, he could barely bear to cut the guy into two pieces with a direct sword.

Not to mention that they simply ignored him and ridiculed him there as much as they could.

“Fuck you, you think you're pulling hatred!” Brando took a deep breath, and he wanted this guy to practice pulling hatred, so he had to congratulate each other - it worked.

“I said," Roark was completely unaware that the danger was approaching, and it seemed to him that a young man could make it there? It is the warrior of Tokenin, who has had a golden fighting power for more than a decade, or else would not have sought the artifact for his assignment here - so in the face of Brando's threat, it merely smiled and replied with a slight smile: "Let your sword cross -”

Just half way through this word, Brando had brought a black ray to it, and the young lord raised his hand.

Just one sword. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)