The Amber Sword

Brando doesn't know what Odin thinks.

Only time goes by and he commands the team still moving forward.

Fighting seems to take a long time.

Half-man elders guard armor stained with red blood, winter wolves, their, layer by layer plated on silver shiny armor. Hundreds of half-man and tree elves marched along a narrow mountain, raising their heads, and two staggered shadows covered half the sky in front.

There is the narrow mouth of the wolf.

There was another wave of paleness ahead, more than a thousand winter wolves poured in from the narrow direction. The heavenly winter lord in the wolf herd raised half his body to the heaven, the snowy bristles swept apart, and the wind swept wide. In the roar of the earth, the wolves divided into three parts, and the snowflakes boiled beneath the wolves' claws, as if from the sky they constituted a team of forward-flowing trident piercing a semi-human horse.

A white shadow shoots into the forest on both sides, like a white ghost leaping forward in the mountain forest, the wolves open their mouths, and the surrounding posture is formed instantly.

Tree Elf leader Queenir raises his hand and shoots hundreds of Tree Elves with a bow guide. Tree Elves are no more than two seconds apart from drawing, opening, aiming, and shooting arrows. Fast as lightning, they are accustomed to shooting freely, and even freeshooting a dense arrow branch achieves rainfall results.

Winter wolves on both sides keep falling forward with arrows, but quantitative advantages keep them moving forward, gradually threatening both wings of the team.

“Much harder than a black wolf!” Brando split a sword and pounced on his winter wolf, gasping, and the white mist coming out of his mouth immediately rose.

He raised his head and saw the left wing exposed to the Winter Wolf attack and had to raise his sword to order a squadron of fireclaw lizards to fight. They were killed from one side of the forest and collided with the puncturing winter wolves.

“Mr. Brando!” Queenie shouted.

“Throw the gun! ”

A row of spear guns flew halfway up the sky, carrying a silver arc into the front winter wolf herd, three rows of winter wolves rolled down on their knees, and the monster behind them crossed the bodies of their companions, as if a white wave had crossed the dam.

Half-man and winter wolf, like two snowflakes running into each other in the valley, seem doomed to collide at some point. At the same time, however, the snow-white wolf shadow of the forest is forming an assault arrow that is completing its siege.

Looking at the sky, the snow-white trident is converging over a vast area.

Not more than a mile from the narrow mouth of the wolf, this is the last sprint.

The number of winter wolves in the forest is increasing, and water must be brought without dragging mud.

Brando looked up at Walter and saw the elder half-man put his hand on his left chest and nodded seriously at him. Then the half-man elder suddenly raised the trident in his hand and began to accelerate, moving out of the half-man army.

“Goddess Nia's warriors!” He shouted.

A platoon of half-man horse elder guards slapped his left chest in full swing and followed him out unchanged; a platoon of half-man horse warriors held up the trite high in their hands, and their horseshoes raced and followed Ward closely.

At that moment, the scene seemed to form a static balance in the dynamic.

The unique actions of the Centauri led everyone to turn back unconsciously, as did their companions, the Tree Elves, and Druid, who watched about a third of the Centauri march out of the crowd.

Under Ward's leadership, an independent offensive sharp arrow was formed in front of the Sprint Army.

Count Odin was directing the knights of Eluin to the right wing to protect the tree elves that were exposed to the winter wolf claws, but he looked back at the scene when he picked a winter wolf among the rebels with a sword and stopped.

It's not just him.

The knights of Eruin held their breath, and as soldiers, of course, they understood what the half-man was going to do next. At that moment, most knights subconsciously raised their hands and placed them on their left chest--

This is a blessing among comrades.

But opposite the battlefield, the Lord of Winter similarly made a long shout, and the Winter Wolf flowed like a tidal wave, and some of the Winter Wolf came out of the crowd, forming an independent sharp arrow before the army.

Their methods of warfare are exactly the same as those of a half-man.

“... whoops... cunning!” Under Sy's protection, the angry nobleman stared at the winter wolf and instantly completed the transformation.

But Queenie pointed one end of the long bow in his hand in that direction: "Open the way for our glorious companion -! ”

The Tree Pokémon immediately gave up their wings and opened their bows together again - the first time since entering the battlefield that the Tree Pokémon had been shot together, and the giant Elf Bow had been pulled to the full moon - with a squeaky sound.

“Arrow of life! ”

“Strong wind, heading east! ”

“Two hundred feet, one hundred and fifty feet, put...! ”

The shooters loosened their bowstrings, and everyone's ears seemed to hum at the same time, and a dark shadow spread toward the sky, like a migratory bird winging high.

Arrows fly to the highest point of the sky and then turn and dive like a raptor. Arrow rain falls on the head of a winter wolf, like bad luck - a sickle waved by the Reaper, and countless winter wolves roll to the ground.

Soon after, the wolves were plugged into hedgehogs halfway across the road.

And then the winter wolves in the back cross these sculptural bodies, and they don't have time to rearrange anymore, because the half-man vanguard, lined up in a straight line, has hit the head.

There seemed to be a dull bang on the battlefield.

For a moment, the white wave thread collided with a silver thread made up of half-humans.

Most of them immediately fell on their sides and were swallowed up by white wolves. The silver wire only existed for a moment and collapsed.

But at least the flood in the wolves is stagnant ——

White snowflakes lag behind.

Then they discovered Brando's army was killing them on their backs, and not only were the half-man elders guarding without any fear, but instead they were not reading acceleration.

Brando raised his sword: "Raid formation! ”

He took the lead.

Sharp arrows sharpened around him.

The army is on the move.

And at the same time, Queenie pointed back with a long bow, "Forest warrior, block your enemies! ”

There was a loud noise, and a vine emerged from the dirt and slabs of the valley, stopping behind the army. The rear-row Pokémon Archer then throws his long bow, brushes his turn, and pulls out the knife behind him.

They turned around, stopped and left the army, where they formed a thin line of defense.

The wingspanned winter wolves immediately found a human wall in front of them.

Twenty feet.

With enemies nearby, holding the sword of the earth in their hands, Brando, who was heading forward, could see almost every snow-white bristle trembling in the wind.

Nearly a hundred half-man horses led by Ward now have less than half.

The half-man Elder killed himself into the wolf herd. As soon as the trident flashed, a winter wolf was picked high and flying.

When Brando saw it all, he took a breath and erected the sword of the earth. “Come on, Warrior's Blood,” Brando seemed to have not felt the warm blood in his body boiling a little bit and pouring into his brain for a long time, and that's exactly what it felt like back then to keep him on this path.

Warrior's Road.

“So, going forward,” Brando closed his eyes and opened them again: “It's the romance of the warrior! ”

For a moment when his eyes were open, his skill set in motion, while the sword of the earth in his hand swung forward, a white light parallel to him.

In the eyes of outsiders, at that moment Brando was one sword at a time, killing into the wolves with a white sword.

Where a sword passes.

Armor flat, flesh and blood flying.

It's like a silver line drawn into a winter pack of wolves, and then centered around this silver line, the pack moves away to both sides - not actively, but with a splashy rain of blood.

Even because of the speed, after one sword had passed, the power of the sword of the earth broke out, and it looked like the earth was inches apart behind Brando ——

Once Brando passed, behind him was a sharp rock bursting into the sky.

A gap immediately appeared on Winterwolf's defense line.

Brando and Walter missed each other.

A winter wolf pounding on this half man horse elder instantly split into two parts, his big head flying high with a bloody rain.

Walter raised his head and saw Brando's back, and the elder of the half-man shook the blood beads on the trident and hummed softly.

Behind Brando, the Army of Centauri, led by Sy and Kurando, left and right, slipped into this gap like a wedge.

Under immense impact, even the Winter Wolf is irresistible, and they lose their impact only to regress. Then Ropal's Claw Lizard and Odin's knights entered the position from the left and right wings.

The gap in the middle of the wolf tide was finally completely torn apart - Brando waved a sword forward, a white sword wind struck several winter wolves, and he raised his head, which made him realize he had killed a pair.

A passage ahead.

It's coming!

Brando took a deep breath, and he turned around and saw Cullen and Sy, left and right, squeezing a little bit from the passage they had opened, followed by the Tree Elf, and finally by the knight of Eruin and Ropal's Claw Lizard.

But his eyes were stretching backwards and his eyes suddenly shrunk slightly - Walter and his half-man pioneer did not keep up - and the half-man elder raised the trident in his hand, bringing the only remaining members closer to him.

Once again, the Centauri formed a human wall.

They're breaking up after.

Take your own life.

“Walter!” Brando was surprised, it wasn't his original plan.

But the half-man, the elder, just turned around and looked at this side, and he raised his hand and made a gesture towards this side. Almost no one here understood the gesture, but Brando and Quinnier did.

It's a common language for the people of the forest.

“We, the sons of the woods--”

At that moment, Brando suddenly held his breath and closed his eyes.

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(PS: So I put in three chapters today, one chapter is still in arrears, 5555, the repayment is painful... ME rolls all over) (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)