The Amber Sword

The cloaked Winter Wolves are regrouping in front of a half-man, like a snowy wave, and they will soon gather and flock, relentlessly swallowing Walter and his men.

Antitina, Kuran and Quinnier all looked back in that direction at this moment, as did Odin not far away, and there were few Eruin knights and nobles left behind behind, but apparently no one could make a sound at this moment.

At some point in time, Eruin also had the spirit to pursue such convictions.

Count Odin subconsciously held the sword in his hand.

He turned around and said to Roberon - I don't know if it was God's favor or luck - the fat man had survived until now: "Count Roberon, you have the mission. ”

“Me?” Roberon stunned: "Count Odin, what do you want? ”

Odin turned around expressionlessly, burning something he had never seen before for the first time in his eyes, and he shouted with a snowy commander's sword forward:

“The knights of Eluin...! ”

“Will you one day watch your comrades fight alone and die on the sand? ”

The knights took a deep breath as they looked at their commander.

“No, we won't. ”

“Because the lion's flag was flying high,” Odin exclaimed, "the faith of the past has never faded," and he looks back at all the knights, "so come with me, you are the swords of Eluin--”

Odin turned around and re-entered the battlefield, and the knights shouted 'swear by the sword’ and responded, and the green knights killed into the wolves, who were the knights of Eluin.

At that moment Roberon was stunned, looking at the scene without even saying a word to stop it.

Not just him, even Brando was surprised. But when he looks at these people, he suddenly feels a little sore in the nose, which is Eruin's belief that even though he has been deeply decayed and corrupted, the darkness still shines the light he wants.

That's what so many people fight for.

It's also why countless players love the land.

Many wrote in the forum that we are not strong, but we love it.

Brando suddenly remembered the meaning of the country's name, because in the glorious past, Ecker named the land Eruin, which was meant to be a miracle.

If you don't believe in miracles, then Eruin has no meaning.

Suddenly he felt that he could not say a word except to lift the sword of the earth in his hand:

“Lopal, after the break. ”

Lord Fireclaw Lizard retreated his gaze from these humans and the half-man, then bowed deeply to Brando, saying for the first time in so many days:

“The essence of war is to practise the honor of the warrior, for what it means to fight in our clan of fireclaws," said Lord Fireclaw Lizard, bowing his head. "But in any case, the pursuit of faith is a glorious thing. ”

And it looked up: "So thank you, master, for giving us such an opportunity to fight alongside such a group of people. The Clan of Fireclaws will not disappoint you. ”

After Ropal finished his speech, the Fireclaw Lizard entered the battlefield.

Brando turned around.

“Let's move on,” he said softly to Queenie, crossing this last wolf group, they could say that they had crossed the first level of the rings of the wind, and then they were inside the storm circle.

And the Tree Elf leader didn't say a word from beginning to end, just nodded silently.

After the team continued to move forward and crossed the last line of defense of the Winter Wolf, the wolf pack in front finally became thin. After a few small-scale battles the rest of the time, the rest finally crossed the Wolf's narrow path.

The so-called narrow mouth of the wolf is the desperate state of wolf scourge - crossing the mouth of two cloudy peaks in the Kalanga Mountains and entering the inner region of the ring of letters and winds.

Inside the so-called storm circle.

It is only then that the storm wall is crossed that it truly enters the heart of the rings of the wind, where there will be no wolf disaster, but more advanced monsters lurk.

It is no longer suitable for brigades to advance here - that is, the task of the Centauri and Druids has been accomplished at this point.

It was just a team of hundreds at the time of departure, and now there are only two hundred left, and even the young man at his disposal has lost more than a third, which is the end result of Kuran's joint protection with Si.

One of the six young captains was killed and one seriously injured as their virgin battle, an outcome that cannot be justified as cruel.

Not to mention that more people have given their lives for it as well -

Count Odin, Walter, and the knights of Eluin and the half-man warriors, Brando couldn't help but look back at the mountain that had passed.

In that direction, the pale green light column flashed in the dark sky and finally disappeared.

All is returned to darkness.

Brando didn't speak, but somehow felt lost.

Although many people could have paid for their lives in the face of the wolf, Brando found himself unprepared when it really happened to him.

He thought that after all this experience, he should have felt like a stone already.

He turned his head and saw Antina's bright, crystalline eyes looking at herself, Brando slightly flashed, he did not know what the lady of staff should think - was it disappointment?

In his eyes, Antitina's demands on him were rather strict, or one should say, expectations, and the nobleman Thousand Kings always seemed to look forward to seeing his more perfect side.

A perfect lord?

But Brando thinks he may never be able to do it. He's the one, and besides that or that kind of greedy desire in his heart, he can be described as an ordinary person.

Perhaps he looks more like a lucky guy than the evil ones who control every step of the way.

Even in the past, he wasn't the best player, he wasn't the strongest fighter, was he?

Brando blinked and sighed.

But the aristocratic girl seemed to have a keen sense of what he was thinking, and she looked at him and said softly, “I think there are things that are not always the right answer, Lord. ”

“Hmm?” Brando glanced slightly, looking at Antittina, which was not what the nobleman Kim would say.

“I also asked myself,” Antitina just smiled - to Brando - her lord: “But I think it would be scary if she didn't always regret something. ”

“Because no matter what, people can't outdo their feelings, I think that's exactly what people are like," she laughed. “But it's because of this or that dissatisfaction with ourselves that we outdo ourselves...”

“So I would feel more comfortable following such a true lord. ”

“You...” Brando blushed: “Know what I think? ”

With her hands behind her back, the aristocratic lady nodded softly to him: "After all, Lord and we are one of a kind. ”

Brando coughed and he turned around and saw Quinniel nodded at him not far away.

“Mr. Brando,” said the Tree Elf leader, "life is precious, and that's why this dedication is so admirable. ”

Brando raised his head and saw the flashing columns of light in the mountains so close to each other that he suddenly said: "There are so many people here with the flames of civilization in their hands. How many can truly fight for justice? ”

He looked at Queenie and said, "In the end, I'm with you, just to use your strength. ”

“Truly pure minds don't exist, Mr. Brando," Quinnier replied as he guarded the surrounding mountains. "How about I ask you a question? ”

“What's the problem? ”

“Mr. Brando, would you do that if you did what you were meant to do, and if you paid a small price, you could make the results better —— say, save the Green Tower? ”

“Why not?” Brando asked.

Queenie turned around and smiled, saying in the elf language of the sky, “So don't you see, Mr. Brando? Goodwill, in your heart, does not require rhetoric, but is already the most precious thing in the world. ”

“So I told you, if it was Mr. Brando, I think we could be allies of the people in the forest. ”

Brando took a slight breath and nodded.

“But," said Sy, who had not spoken at this time, whispering: "Most people would think so, wouldn't they, if they didn't bother...”

The elderly elf looked back at her and waited a while before asking, “How could there be a civilized world without the will of most people? ”

“What does… mean?” The red-haired girl is confused.

“… Without the hope of goodwill, we wouldn't have spoken, we wouldn't have spoken, we wouldn't have had to communicate," Quinnier replied, raising his head as if he had suddenly remembered Ward - who had been fighting side by side for years, though often joking about each other who would have gone one step ahead - but had no idea that the day would come so suddenly.

The Tree Elf took a gentle breath: “Without communication between the minds, how is man different from the beast? ”

Shh, shh.

Others were silent.

But it was at this time that a clear voice suddenly appeared in the nearby forests: "The difference between man and beast is because they fear fire, and we want light. ”

“The fire of civilization burns in the wilderness, illuminating not only chaos, but the hearts and minds of men. ”

“Only for thousands of years, the descendants of the Fire King seem to have forgotten this. ”

Along with such a voice, a man with a two-handed sword that was almost taller than one man slowly stepped out of the forest, parked in front of Brando's pedestrians and looked up at them.

The man looked up at everyone, and the strange grey eyes seemed bleak, but made everyone feel like they were locked in by each other's Qi machine.

Who is this guy?

Kuran, Sy and Quinnier raised their weapons simultaneously, and all of a sudden a powerful man appeared in the wilderness in front of them. How could they all look like enemies?

But Brando is the only one who doesn't move at this moment.

Because he looked at this guy almost unbelievably.

Grey Sword Saint, Mayfister.

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