The Amber Sword

The black forest is like a wave stretching beneath the night to the end of the horizon, where the wolves howl and fall, echoing in close proximity.

Closer than a single sound, the air seemed to be filled with the low roaring sounds of those teething beasts, and black creatures traveled between the woodlands. They occasionally pause, lift their heads and acutely smell the breath of life, their hard noses fogging in cold air.

There was a little red light in the darkness, and then there was a raging red light of stars, and the light was dense and numb, as if it were an ocean with no end.

Young people suck in a breath of cold air, and those Eruin nobles who can't leave in time change their faces.

“Prepare for battle!” Count Odin knew that they could not go at all under the circumstances, and the general came to an immediate conclusion and ordered the knights under his command.

And at this point, Brando's young men were early in the formation.

“Stay in formation!” Someone shouted.

Brando turned around and saw that the team leaders were maintaining the queue, and most of the young people, although more or less pale, were doing well, not to say calm, but at least calm.

“Spear first!” Kuran shouted on the young side: "Come on, pick up the spear! ”

An array of spears immediately appeared in the open space.

“Flatten the spear! Flatten!”

“Spread out the formation!” The roar of the team leaders fluctuated.

The spear slowly flattened - the sharp blade reflected the golden light of the bonfire, flashing slightly as if the tip had extended forward. As soon as the wolves stopped, they became stubborn and the sea of red light suddenly subsided.

“They want to try.” Kuran checked the formation of young people with his sword and walked back and said.

Brando nodded, and then he raised his hand and threw a red light at Cullen: "Go on!” The old swordsman caught the red light unconsciously, spreading his palms open - a tube filled with blood and red with fluorescent agents painted with sealed secrets lying quietly there.

“Drink it. ”

“What is this?”

“Dragon powder.” Brando replied.

Kuran's thumb and index finger lifted the bottle of dragon powder, swayed, and looked at him: "I've used this thing, it only works for the first time? ”

“Is that crap you're taking made of dragon blood moss also known as dragon powder? It's more or less like cattle potion. Drink it and let you see the power of real dragon potion.” Brando replied with disdain that this bottle he had thrown at Kuran was a fine product made from real dragon blood, and the ingredient was the Aaron blood bought in the Green Tower, which, although not as good as real dragon blood, was one grade higher than the blood of a five-headed snake lizard.

Brando made a total of 100 copies of premium dragon powder with Aaron's blood, and besides giving it to those young men, he had more than one of his own fighters - unfortunately, the cards were free of foreign objects and could not use anything other than the cards.

And the Five-headed Lizard's blood produces more drugs, one part Brando intends to use for the future White Lion Corps, the other part he intends to use for Caveman Heavy Armor Raiders, and also to buy a soothing Tajib to make the guy a little more desperate.

Kuran looked at the dragon's blood medicine on his hand and took it suspiciously, but his face changed and his eyes stared incredibly wide at Brando.

“This... this is...”

Brando smiled a little, he didn't answer, he just looked up at the front line.

The young men under his command held on to the spear and nervously formed a defensive formation. Elouin brushed the knights of the Mission forward into their left position, while the fireclaw lizard entered the right wing under the command of Lopa -

“Left flank ready!” On the front line, the Knight Captain reports to Count Odin.

Lopar lowered his double-headed sword and also entered the position.

“Lord!” Caglis turned around with Janos, the first team leader.

Brando looked at them both, and Jenos was a light-grey, blonde-haired teenager who was the leader of the first group, the son of a tanning tannery, but now had some decent military smell.

Brando pointed at his chest and nodded at them.

Janos immediately realized that he took a deep breath and turned around, but immediately heard someone on one side say to him in a toned tone: "Yo, is the leather man's son going to fight alongside us? ”

Janos turned around and saw that it was a young man with grey hair, wearing a simple leather coat, single-handedly looking at him with an interwaist smile —— that was the leader of the fourth group, a manor boy named Roland.

If it were normal, Jenos would definitely have back-lipped each other, but now he's not in the mood, he looks at the nearer monsters, he feels the vibration of the earth, and he grips his sword nervously.

Roland was bored, but he wasn't angry, but looked at the black wolf with the same tide and exhaled lightly.

I came out looking for a stimulus, but now the situation seems to be exciting enough.

He raised his hand: "Dragon powder! ”

“Take the dragon powder! ”

The team leaders gave orders almost at the same time.

Advanced dragon powder is long gone, but because it works better before the battle, Brando waits for these young people to take it again.

So as soon as the young people got the order, they took out the dragon powder in their arms and drank it all up.

With the help of Cullen, Brando and Otales, they have only just reached the threshold of black iron a month ago, and the dramatic effect of advanced dragon drugs on these young people can be imagined - young people almost feel that they have just drunk a burning flame and their face immediately turns red.

“Hiss, it's hot...”

“It's so hot! ”

“This, this feels strange, as if the body is burning...”

They immediately screamed and screamed.

But most of the noisy youngsters were immediately drawn back by the team leaders to a sword sheath: "Watch your enemies, idiots! ”

“Concentrate, don't distract!” Once again, the squad leaders roared on the battlefield.

Behind them, Brando nodded, and he threw a bottle at the other Count Odin: "Then, Count! ”

“For me?” Brando was surprised when Odin stood on the other side, watching the Black Wolves on the front line.

Theoretically, they are hostile relationships.

He looked at Brando with some surprise.

Brando did not return, but simply put down the sword of the earth on his shoulder and lifted it high to his side.

“Countess...”

Count Odin stunned.

“Remember, on the ancient battlefield, the horns of the six dukes were ringing and the swallowtail flag was flying high -” asked Brando.

The voice of the young lord spread far and wide in the night sky.

“Remember, the sword, the glorious knight singing against the enemy, the enemy watching over the wind--”

Brando turned around and smiled at him: "In the name of Eluin, in the name of the merciful lion--”

The Count suddenly reacted after his absence, and he drew his sword, but he had not yet spoken, and suddenly he heard a cry behind him: "By the sword - by oath! ”

It was a cry that echoed --

Odin turned back astonished to see his knights pull out their swords and face endless black wolves in the forest.

Brando waved his sword forward with one finger: "Therefore, the descendants of King Eck, Eruin, first. ”

Brando flattens his sword: "Kill all enemies! ”

The spear is brushed flat and the tip of the blade is connected to a parallel snowsilver line.

In the woods, a sound is coming from afar.

The black wolves have finally begun to move...

The tide of monsters is like a rolling black carpet, the scarlet eyes advance, and now that they are backward, the ground finally vibrates, they leap out of the forest and into their curtains is a long wall made up of human knights.

A dozen wolves jumped up to a relatively high place in the vicinity, and they raised their heads and made a long wolf howl, which started high and then went low.

And countless black wolves come up from both sides with their calls, like innumerable floods to humans.

Then the black monster collided with the humans in white armor.

The spear pierced a black wolf, two black wolves, several black wolves pierced each other, black blood slipped down the spear rod, huge impact made the spear rod squeak overburdened sound, the young man and the knights backwards.

Then clicked a sound and the spear broke.

“Sword!”

Young people switched swords immediately.

Brando also dropped his sword when the front line suddenly fell into a mixed battle, and the green light grid on his retina was knitting a number that was flowing down like a waterfall.

That's experience.

Although there are only 1 or 2 points, the total number of experiences rises by as much as a hundred or two just moments in the region.

Brando took a breath and then he took a bottle of dragon blood medicine. Slippery dragon blood is also at the entrance, and he immediately feels like his body is burning - not burning, but feeling dry and hot.

And this feeling has just arisen, and the green light grid on the retina immediately changes, weaving several lines of small words:

Power +25, Smart +10, Physical +20.

Potential 10%.

Advanced dragon powder increased him by about 20%, but this was due to his higher rating. If those boys in his crew were to take it, the increase would be at least a few hundred percent.

And Kuran is even less, but in terms of the underlying properties of the Golden Middle, even a few percent increase, is already remarkable.

And as for the potential, which is that there is no direct effect, it slowly transforms the body by staying in the body, although most of it expels itself from the circulatory system. But if the residual power is drastically depleted in battle immediately after taking the medicine, the benefits will be much greater.

So Brando shook his wrist, and he looked at the black wolf, and he really thought it was time to brush his experience.

Oh, no.

It's time to move your muscles.

Brando looked ahead and struck a ringing finger: "Holy Swordsmanship, Open the Way ——”

A pair of huge, almost battlefield blue transparent wings spread behind him...

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(PS: This is today's first more, what would I say is today's first more… strange…) (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)