The Amber Sword

The convergence of walls in the clouds suggests that magic is refluxing, and the effects of the great tide are becoming more and more apparent. Brando looked up at the half-sky Saint's Dragon in the mountains and breathed for a little while.

Even the projection is fine, but this thing is over 100 levels.

Neither he nor Otales had spoken, and they were both thinking about how to get through the dilemma in front of them. Brando looks around and sees a huge rock not far away, feeling slightly calm in his heart and begins to wonder how likely it is to escape the sight of the saint's dragon.

He took a gentle breath to adjust his breath and exhaled himself: there was no reason not to have been in a game in the past more dangerous than this, because there was only one chance to create fear.

It was like that raid on Fort Nirurische in Madara, and then the war at the Dragon's Nest.

Just make sure every step is perfect, Brando recalls his past experience and feels confident that he is back in his body - the adventurous factors that flow through Sophie's blood begin to burn.

He took another breath, held out his hand and grabbed the roots outside, trying to sneak out of the tree hole; under the cover of a stacked canopy, he could only hope to escape the gaze of that giant monster, and Brando climbed to the floor and prepared to climb a little bit along the roots of this tree --

“Little guy?” Otales stunned and she didn't expect Brando to be so bold.

“It's not a way to hide here. It's like it found something," Brando said in his heart. "I doubt St. Veronica and the Grey Sword are dead. ”

“What are you going to do?” Otales lowered his voice unconsciously, even though it was in his mind and could be affected by the surrounding environment.

“Go behind that rock first, then see if you can get out of the place with the environment. As long as you leave three or four miles, the saint's dragon should not be able to see enough movement under the forest. ”

That's a long way to go. Are you so sure? Otales looked at Brando and didn't ask for the exit. Because she knew that now that Brando had made his decision, there must have been a determination to do so, as she saw from the adventurous flames burning in the eyes of this young lord.

Brando was outside Otales' cognition, but much more than Brando, who was steady and rational.

Brando climbed out of the tree hole without a word. He was lying on the ground like a muddy lizard, not even daring to take an extra bite, and sometimes even having a feeling like a glow on his back.

Despite the bright cold and dry weather, the sweat couldn't stop slipping off his forehead.

It took Brando minutes to climb out of the tree hole and then almost a minute to turn his head around. After all this, he held his position motionlessly, feeling his heart beating forcefully in the void, beating one beat at a time, thumping.

Brando waited almost half a minute, but the saint who stood in the valley, the Dragon, did not seem to notice this side, and he was relieved and would reach down the tree cave to Cee:

“Come on, Sy. ”

Syd stood in the tree cave below, not knowing what was happening up there, and could only wait anxiously for Brando to hear from him. She looked up and saw Brando reach out to her and slightly flashed her hand before placing it in Brando's hand.

“Sy, you won't be able to make a sound for a while, no matter what you see.” Brando grabbed Sy's hand and seriously warned that he could trust the red-haired girl, but just in case.

Sy nodded hard.

Then Brando pulled her up from beneath the tree cave, and the girl was surprised to see the horrible figure of the Saint Dragon among the mountains, but she didn't make a sound at all, as she promised.

Brando gave her a thumb up for the award.

But this is just the beginning of success.

Then he climbed out of the tree hole with Sy carefully, and the cat, with its waist, moved a little bit closer to the rock by the root of the staggered process between the tall trees, only 23 meters between the tree hole and the rock. In the past, this distance was nothing but a wink for them, but walking and stopping at this moment seemed like a long century.

The saint's dragon stood in the valley, slowly turning around, and his huge tail swept over his head more than once from above the forest, scaring them into a cold sweat.

When the shadows of the two of them blended into the shadow behind that huge rock, there was almost a general feeling of weakness, and Sy was fine, Brando felt almost sweated behind his back.

He took a long breath and began to figure out what to do next. His eyes crossed a shadow of a tree, so that there was not much open space in the ancient woods.

He reckons close to one side of the northern ridge, and if he can get into the valley on the other side there, it's enough to avoid the sight of the saint's dragon.

Less than two miles away, half less than originally anticipated.

But there's some trouble in the middle, having to cross a creek across the valley, and if the bushes on the beaches on either side of the stream are not enough to provide cover for both of them, the operation becomes very dangerous.

But he measured his gains and losses in his heart, and decided to do just that. Being soft on the battlefield is not a good habit. A good warrior needs to have confidence in himself first - if he can't even believe he can do it, he probably can't.

Brando happens to be one of the best player fighters.

He and Sy rested behind the rock for about a minute, while the Saint's Dragon was moving slowly along the valley, seemingly searching for something, with fifteen heads shaking over it.

Two people dared not make a sound, Brandomer counted fifty seconds before making a gesture to the red-haired girl next to them, and then they rushed out like lightning bolts.

They landed under the shadow of a giant tree, holding their breath, as if awaiting the verdict of fate.

But the saint's dragon still hadn't noticed this way, and that white mountain had moved half the way into the valley, and it seemed clumsy and slow, but Brando knew it was an illusion.

If you can cross hundreds of meters in one step, you'll know that so-called slow is just a relative word.

Brando's next goal is a forest of goose ears by the river, and the densely planted branches of the genus are the best cover for hunters in the mountains, even for them.

They came to the river silently along the woodland, while Sy accidentally broke a dead branch, and the crisp ‘snap’ sounded like two people had been struck by lightning.

Fortunately, however, this time standing on their side, the Saint's Dragon seemed to find something on the other side of the valley, raising fifteen heads and roaring at the same time, then turning around slowly.

The white cloudy tail swept over the forest again.

Veronica or Mayfister? Brando doesn't know, but at this point he can only wish each other good luck while seizing the opportunity to rush forward, and Cee follows closely behind, and the two quickly cross the edge of the woods, one deep into the artemisian bush, which leads to a bare pebble near the valley.

The creek was almost a few dozen feet away, and they were both a little asthmatic. Although they came up more than a mile along the way, they should not feel tired at all in terms of their physical strength, but high tension accelerated physical drain, and they both felt a little overwhelmed.

When Brando ran up to the valley, he looked back, and at this moment, they were about two or three kilometers away from the valley —— a straight line from the saintly dragon like that hill.

Sounds like a long way to go, but for this mythical creature, it's only a few steps away, and I'm afraid the tail of this huge thing is almost a kilometer long.

This thing can't be fought at all, and in Brando's memory there are probably hundreds of miles of evil dragons in the nest diameter alone.

He patted his face and returned to God from the hunting experience of what was so tragically called the Dragon's Nest War. The Saint Dragon is attacking a presence on the other side of the valley, with fifteen giant heads running through clouds of mist from time to time diving targets below kilometers.

It made Brando a little strange that Veronica and Mayfist couldn't have gotten that far in an instant —— someone else?

With this suspicion, he turned back and separated the bush, preparing to step out, but it was at this time that Brando suddenly felt a strong attack from the left, and he felt his shoulders tight - instantly realizing that there were others in the bush, but this reaction had slowed down a little, and the force had grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

“Lord!” Seeing a hand stretched out in the grass, Sy suddenly pulled Brando in, shocked him and unconsciously pulled out the short sword on his boot.

But she immediately saw a familiar face.

Veronica grabbed Brando with one hand and a sword against Sy's chest.

“Mrs. Veronica?” Brando was first surprised to see those who had captured him - he had not forgotten to lose three important figures in the Cruz Empire, and he knew better than anyone that at least two of those three young ladies had been killed by the apoptotic lords.

“Shh,” said the Empire's goddess of war, looking over her head and burying her head to say to both of them, "If you want to live, don't make a sound! ”

Brando was a bum first, but suddenly realized what. He looked up at Veronica's eyes and saw that, although the Saint's Dragon was attacking the target on the other side of the valley, the fog was spreading over the entire forest.

Fogging!

Brando was surprised that he thought the cloud fog was just a way of projecting the Ancestral Beast, but now it doesn't look like it at all.

Veronica's reminder made him understand that it might not be some ancestral beast, but the fog itself between the valleys.

This is what the Druids met.

Brando immediately associates himself with this.

He looked down at Veronica, knowing that the woman had saved her life, and if the fog itself was part of that saint's dragon, then the whole valley should be under the surveillance of the other party at this time.

As soon as he leaves the densely wooded area, he will be caught by the other side.

But why did Veronica save him?

… (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support authors, support authentic reading!)