The Amber Sword

The temple monks opened a passage in the forest and didn't know where to lead the unknown monster, but Brando didn't have the guts to follow. Who knows if BOSS would turn around?

However, as a Lord-Class Monster, the entire periphery of the Wind Ring is its sphere of activity, so long as it is still inside the Wind Ring, Brando knows the chances of encountering BOSS are extremely high.

Besides, the deeper the center, the more likely it is to alert that BOSS, as the Amber Sword has always been set. It is clearly not easy to accomplish the task of Valhalla easily.

Fortunately, the Temple has excellent Grey Knights as its reprimand, but Brando's reprimand is no worse, and even the Fire Lizards are slightly outnumbered - they are not the most professional scouts - but the spiritual connection between the Brigadier Master and the summoning creature plays a special role in this environment.

There are no distance limits or time delays in psychic contact, so Brando can expand the alert range of these fireclaw lizards several times more than ordinary scouts. And in order to tighten the perimeter, Brando also showed the Fireclaw player this card —— the long-signed Firered Lizard who entered the field, and the card immediately activated the power to place another squadron of Fireclaw Raider Spear derivatives in the field as well.

The sudden doubling of the number of claw assault spears under Ropal's command is good for the fact that the number of claw assault spears is already outside the sight of many people, so the sudden increase is not even suspicious.

With fireclaw lizards, along with countless fine spiders and more than thirty leopards, two shaded rock beasts and a black wolf lord, Brando had an airtight early warning system.

The site of the first attack on a team leaving the Temple of Fire soon entered noon, the third of the six phases of the day for the Brigadier Mage. Brando traversed the remaining volcano to propagate the number of fire elements in the pool of elements, while drawing a card from the card library from Baron Bloodghost into the hand.

Unfortunately, black cards are not allowed in the bright phase of the sun, otherwise Brando decides to put this card on the field, and now he has the worst grievances.

And descendants are known for their speed, and the ability to work with a travel magician is arguably the world's most advanced land scourge, not to mention their ability to fly short distances.

And after smoking his hand, he looked up and saw that the fog had begun to sink between the mountains, and the white fog circled low in the forest layer, haunting the woods. In fact, several of the strong players present in the gold field have acutely sensed that some elements of instability in the air are increasing.

It was the sea of chaos that fluctuated beneath the boundaries of the elements, thus sparking the light of the Black Demon Moon, and the magic was approaching the beginning of the strongest era in a thousand years, as if the tides were rising and falling, roaring to the entire world.

The power of chaos became evident, and the noticeable change was that the temperatures suddenly became cold between the hills along the thorny ridge, as if it had entered the harsh winter within a few hours, and even people had seen frost on the trunk in the gaze.

This is reminiscent of a creepy word, Frost Tide, one of the most horrific natural disasters on the outskirts of the Black Forest, where temperatures drop to zero in just a few hours and, without the necessary protection, extreme cold weather can kill any living organism present in its sphere of influence.

Not even monsters are spared.

Except for one.

Winter Wolf.

“Frost tide! ”

“Frost tide is coming!” The half-man immediately took out a hanging piece like a crystal ball surrounded by a braided strap of gold with a small spark inside.

This spark cannot open a place of order, but, like a torch in darkness, it can at least stabilize an order in chaos.

After leaving the Green Tower, the adventurer must carry such a small spark if he is to continue deep into the forest, or the harsh weather in the forest will kill anyone deep inside.

Unfortunately, not everyone understands that.

The half-man took out a spark and lit it, and a beam of light ran straight into the sky. Brando looked up and saw the dark, sunken clouds converging in the sky, and Martha's Codex 'Tiamat’ had broken a circle of gears on the outer edge of the clear halo in the sky tens of miles behind the clouds.

Black magic is converging, covering the sky like a giant tentacle, and then the dark blue light of the southern sky shines in layers, like lightning thunder.

The tide is coming.

Brando also took a spark out of his arms, and naturally he couldn't forget something so important. After the thumb and forefinger started two spells, the rune lit up and the spark flashed in his hand.

Then a beam of light goes straight to the heavens and the earth.

Brando raised his head and the light column pierced the black cloud, like a sharp thorn of the earth into the sky. Light columns flashed slightly in his hand and interacted with that beam of light columns in the middle of the half-man not far away.

Paramount Ma Elder Ward looked back at him unexpectedly, and about he didn't expect this young man to be so knowledgeable and overheard that he even prepared this thing.

Not every adventurer will have an adventure into the Black Forest, and only a middle-aged man will be well prepared and not panic before the daunting forces of the Black Forest.

Then the third beam of light lit up, and that was the spark in Queenie's hand.

The way small sparks were made was not difficult, and the price in the game used to cost just a few thousand torres, and here it was a flaming onion thing.

“Have you been to the Black Forest before?” Paramount Elder Walter walked over and asked.

Brando didn't answer him positively, “The Frost Tide is just a prelude, but at least it heralds that the second wave of attacks is a winter solstice,” the first wave of wolves is a shadow in history and the second wave of wolves is a plague, this time a slight deviation from history, Brando thought, perhaps because the NPC here is different from history.

Minor changes in order can affect the course of history at this moment in the Black Forest.

He felt a few pieces of cold, bitter snowflakes hit his face and then melted, and the snowflakes were hard as steel outside of the spark lighting range, although they quickly melted away as soon as they entered the spark influence range.

“Second wave of wolves? ”

Brando nodded and raised his head: “Here comes the tide. ”

“What?”

“Take a closer look, I'm afraid you'll never see such a spectacular view again in your life.” Brando looked halfway up and replied.

Walter turned around and raised his head.

Then a raging wind suddenly seemed to rise from the flat, and the air currents spinning upwards with countless dead trees and weeds rising into the sky, converging to form a huge windscreen.

The wind swept through the undulating mountains and swept towards the faces of all, blowing leaves and branches.

At that moment, everyone couldn't help but lift their heads, their hair dancing, and they were amazed to see the wind flying halfway through the sky with a layer of leaves lifted from the canopy, as if countless leaves were dancing in the sky and converging into a black river hanging over the mountainous sky.

The river is moving forward--

Flying leaves are more like a black army marching in.

And higher up in the sky.

The thick black clouds rolled over, and the clouds swept as the tide swept into the middle of the day - the sky floated everywhere, and everyone's eyes were lined with a purple lightning bolt traveling through the clouds, and the lightning film lit up the top of the clouds, but there was no ensuing thunderbolt.

Just silent lightning.

Brando turns around and suddenly sees another beam of light coming up - fire red, so huge, that it should be the spark of the Temple of Fire.

In the dark, however, this column of light seemed to wake it up, like the rest of its fellow countrymen in the mountains, beams after beams, and for a moment, Brando's eyes reflected dozens of columns of light.

Orange red, Cruz people, the order of fire they hold is still without the purity of the Temple of Fire, even though they claim to be the descendants of Gilt, the King of Fire.

But the golden colour of the Eagle Empire adds to the heat of the fire, and that colour is enough to make them proud.

Light green, that should be another Druid.

And then the blue, even the wind elves are here? Brando couldn't bear to mumble. He couldn't imagine how appealing the Lion's Heart Sword would be, but Brando didn't take into account that he had originally triggered the artifact reaction.

Faced with the artifact, no country can remain indifferent.

There are also a few light reds, and Brando thinks it should be the knighthood of certain principalities. And the gray ones, naturally, belong to the unaffiliated group of adventurers and mercenaries.

Brando's own sparks were purchased in the Green Tower, and Druids made sparks that were naturally strong and gentle, thus also showing a light green color, but withdrew from Ward's and Quinnier's hands not far away.

Forest species, there are 30 or 40 kinds of fires in the forest.

And more adventurers, because they were ill-prepared, perished at this very moment in a very cold climate. Beyond the range of the spark, the temperature dropped at an incredible rate. The trees first frosted, then the branches plunged into ice crystals, and the sky began to drift and the world around in just a few minutes became white.

Normal people are less than golden, and in this environment they die in just a few minutes. And gold is not more than a day or two, and only the strong who have catalyzed the elements will be unaffected.

Brando took a breath and saw the scene with a slight shake in his mind - not because of fear or nervousness, but because of how similar the scene was. As if that moment had been reversed, he had returned to the game and fought alongside the first pioneers of the year.

That was never his story.

But now it is.

He looked further afield, and the spark of the Rosewood Wall was dimly lit, extinguished as the columns of light rose into the sky. But since the wolves hadn't taken down the outpost at this time, there wasn't much power to follow.

The Druids of the Rosewood Wall actually guarded it, and it has to be said that it is thanks to the many forces in this direction.

Farther away, the lights of the Green Tower are like lighthouses in the night, and the columns of light that the giant spark brings are as solid as the golden swords that pierce the pitch-black sky; but far away, most of the twelve outposts around the Green Tower, with the exception of the seven northernmost ones, have been either dark or extinguished.

Chaos brings lightning and rain and snow, and the weather in the distance becomes strange, with heavy rain pouring down the mountains in some places, lightning thunderbolts in others and even a few fine bonds in the sky.

That's a tornado.

At the moment Brando turned around, he saw a giant light column flashing and extinguishing. A spark extinguishes forever, accompanied by countless flames of life.

The weak strengths of the Rosewood Wall do not obscure the waves of wind and rain throughout Druid's defense, and Brando remembers that Druid, with the help of the players, also defended only four waves of attack. If Valhalla hadn't opened, this wolf disaster in the Black Forest would have turned the area into ruins.

“So,” Brando said, turning back, "the second wave of attacks is coming, so hurry up, and the forest is starting to become dangerous. ”

Brando couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows when he said that. The Winter Wolves are quite troublesome, and the Winter Wolves are a fairly advanced monster, and although they may be smaller in number than the Black Wolves, they are much scarier than the latter.

It is not an exaggeration for the Northerners to call the winter wolf in the forest the ghost of breath cream and mist.

If they take a step slowly in this forest, they will die without burial.

“That place...” Walt glanced at the place where the light column disappeared.

“Hmm?”

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