The Amber Sword

The bursting tsunami quickly formed an intuitive concept in Brando's brain, if it seemed like a sharp airflow explosion when a whip was blown out - then Brando could not imagine how big the whip should be.

Exactly.

It's a whip that sweeps across the forest.

The terrible sound burst swept through the forest in an instant, Brando felt his back brain numb, subconsciously dragging Sy forward, and the two rolled into a nearby tree hole.

Then a 'buzz' sounded as if it had swept past the brain, making the eardrums resonate, until a few seconds later he even felt a buzzing sound in his brain, which gradually returned to hearing for a long time.

That was horrible.

The last moment he fell into a tree cave, he saw the whistling attack - a whipped airwall, about the height of a trunk, rolling in white, sweeping through half the valley in an instant.

The moment he fell into the tree hole, the air wall just swept over his head.

Brando couldn't resist shaking his head in the darkness of the tree cave, as if the previous impact had caused his teeth to rip through his lips and his mouth smelled bloody - but he was immediately frozen - because he felt a soft response on his lips.

Had it not been for the mood of a young girl in the darkness, he would have almost forgotten that he was still pressing Sy underneath.

Brando's face turned red.

His gaze had gradually adapted to the dark environment of the tree cave, where even the starlight appeared faint, and he had gradually become clear that his hands stood on the damp soil in the tree cave - and what was so good about dying was that Sy was impartial and he pressed him under his body, looking at him with a slight mouth like a frightened little animal.

The girl's burning amber eyes appear particularly bright in the darkness.

But it's not anger that burns, it's shyness.

She almost forgot to breathe.

Both have blood on their lips, each other, and a bit of bitter saltiness.

Brando was silent in the face, and he sat up, some stiffly reaching out and pulling Sheila up. Though he had restrained himself from thinking about what had happened before, somehow that memory would be so vivid and vivid.

It responds to the scent of a soft young girl with a bloody wildness, as if it could melt people's thoughts.

It was an instant thing, but it was repeated in his memory, as if to live forever.

Neither of them spoke.

Brando couldn't help but want to cover his face. This is the first kiss of the magician's failure of the previous and even this generation. He somehow lost so much shame.

He couldn't help but comfort himself, perhaps it should have been the first kiss on Roman's forehead in the past - but that lame excuse didn't convince him himself.

But it's not the first time.

The red-haired girl felt she was going to be so hot until it melted, something like water penetrated into the cold dirt beneath her body, her eyes widened and she lost control until Brando stunned her.

“Yes, I'm sorry. ”

The two spoke together.

Sy 'ah’ lowered her head.

Brando felt his skin burning, as if the danger outside the forest had disappeared, or had been thrown behind his head, even though he had been through decades.

But he was not prepared to do so.

Until Otales burst out laughing, this crisp laugh sobered Brando up like a silver bell in the dark, "Little man, you're so cute. ”

“Cough.” Brando coughed: "… what was that moment, did you see it clearly, Lord Otales? ”

Otales seemed to have discovered a new continent, but she was not in a hurry, but replied, "It looks like the tail of something, I should have read it right. ”

Tail?

The word is like a basin of cold water that drips Brando from head to foot. What kind of tail can be that big? All of a sudden, he suddenly remembered the previous attack, which seemed like a dragon's tailsweep attack.

But if it's a tailsweep...

Martha on.

How old is that dragon?

“Wait, no entity?” Brando suddenly took a breath and asked.

“It seems to be a gaseous creature," replied Otales, "but with a glance, you can barely see what kind of cloud, or water fog, is made of. ”

“It's a monster.” Brando corrected, and he turned around: “Shh. ”

Sy also reacted at this time, although her face was still red and cute: "I see, Lord - wait!” The girl suddenly startled: “My gun is still out there! ”

She looked up and saw Brando had climbed up that tree hole.

Brando thought at this time that Mayfist and Veronica should still be in the open space there, but these two guys aren't going to get that blow straight to the second - although it's not impossible, but the bulls in history hang in front of themselves, and Brando thinks it's a little weird.

Even though he was originally here to change history.

But it's a little too strange.

He climbed out of the tree hole and first saw that Sy's thunder gun was still not far away, but as soon as Brando saw the sight outside, his face changed and his head shrunk, hiding back in the tree hole ——

Sy sees his lord's face strange and his forehead is full of cold sweat.

“What's the matter?” She asked.

Brando hurried to put his fingers on his lips, indicating that she would not make a sound.

“What's that?” He couldn't help but ask Otales in his heart.

“Even if you ask, I don't know, little guy," Otales sucked in a breath of cold air. Although the monsters in the Black Forest are strange, that thing out there is a little too crazy: “Looks like...”

She thought about it and found a reliable word: "Ten or fifteen snake lizards. ”

But Brando waited a while to make sure that it didn't find itself before probing out and carefully measuring each other. If the first look was just a shock, then the second time to make sure that it wasn't his hallucination.

Even Brando couldn't bear to lift an irresistible tiny feeling from the deepest part of his mind, and he felt a little soft on his hands and feet.

And he raised his head, and looked at the vast thing that stood on the earth, all over it.

Above that forest.

On a layer of cloud fog.

Behind the layer of cloud fog, fifteen white, cloud fog forms a giant faucet that slowly loops around across the mountain, it stands on the forest, the inky green, laminated crown is like a carpet at its feet, and this giant beast is more like a white mountain range.

A mountain range of clouds.

Brando couldn't help but think of those thick rain clouds in the sky in the past days, in the summer, and this kind of thing is a little bit like those clouds that are unpredictable.

It occupies half the sky in the forest.

Brando looked at this giant beast and found it a little difficult to breathe. Should this thing really appear in this mission, how does it look like a perfect body level creature?

Mythical creatures.

“Brando.” Otales' voice came from his heart.

“Hmm?”

“This thing... good, seems like a saint's dragon... ancestral beast...”

“Aren't ancestral beasts supposed to be solid creatures?” Brando felt a little dry in his mouth.

“Probably a projection.” Otales cannot even be sure, after all, that creatures like Leviathan the Great Sea Beast, Jemengade the Tail Serpent, and Shudra the Saint, even a dozen centuries ago, were merely legends.

Even projections kill people, Brando thought.

“Wait, Brando.” The knight suddenly said again.

“What's the matter? ”

“In the woods… there seems to be fog. ”

“Fog?” Brando glanced around and saw that the fog was rising a little bit - Brando initially thought it was snow fog, but a moment later he realized that the wind had stopped and the snow had stopped.

It's just some weird quiet in the woods.

There's no mention in the mythology that the Ancestral God Beast has the ability to manipulate fog--

Brando raised his head subconsciously, his eyes slightly shrunk, and immediately saw that huge cloud wall in the sky was slowly advancing, as it passed, far away from the dark mountains between the heavens and the earth and the lightning thunder over the forest.

And in the darkness, the columns of light that represent civilization and order are flashing and then extinguishing together.

It's like a candle fire blown out in a storm.

“The walls in the clouds are back together!” Brando felt his eyelids jump.

And at the same moment.

Caglis, hiding beneath the St. White Stone, sits beside Media, holding the hand of the goddess, staring at this terrible scene, and the southern sky is so close that dozens of columns of light disappear at the same time ——

One beam after another, first flashing, then suddenly disappearing.

The disappearance of each beam of light not only represents the disappearance of life, but is more like the extinction of a hope in darkness.

No one spoke.

Sitting next to the campfire on the other side, Antitina leaned back in her dark eyes to reveal a slight loss of light, the air had become so cold that she embraced her knees as if it was the only way to bring a little warmth to herself.

The Lord was gone, and Sy was taken away, and this sudden change in the sky was extremely disturbing to Antina. But she can't show this uneasiness yet, only to unconsciously grasp the pale, thin fingers on her knee to reflect her true mood.

Flo sat beside her and, as usual, remained silent to reassure the aristocratic lady a little.

She took a breath and looked to the other side.

Veronica left them under surveillance, with about a hundred members of the Cruz mission, and Queenier's Tree Elves and the rest of the Half Horse Elder Guard not impossible to resist, but Antina did not agree to do so.

Anyway, they have to wait here for Brando to come back.

Antittina looked at the Cruz leader - a countess - who was actually only slightly older than her, but jealously beautiful.

Her face seemed to merge with the smoothness and perfection of the statue of the classical goddess - she stood there quietly, neatly dressed in a thick black and purple woolen coat, violet-like light and purple hair hanging over her shoulders, and the whole person was filled with a mystery and elegance.

However, Antina found something similar to herself from each other, the same calm and rational, but the slightly raised willow brow mirrored the true thoughts of each other.

“She was worried," Antitina couldn't help but differentiate between the gods, and she looked up at the sky: “What was she worried about, or what was this strange omen heralding? ”

But Delphine didn't notice Antina's gaze. She just looked out at the fog that grew thicker and thicker, muttering: “The light went out, is this the tide... Ellman, where are you...”

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