The Amber Sword

Amman's eyes reflected the foggy saint's multi-headed dragon, the bigger and bigger head, and he saw the monster open its mouth, and every tooth in the foggy blood basin's mouth was clearly visible and closer, and he couldn't help but stare nervously and shout: “Let go of me, are you crazy! ”

“Tsk, would a temple priest fear madness?” Brando wrapped his arms around Amman's waist and shook him forward, revealing his snow-white teeth with such a cold smile.

“Brando!” Veronica turned around and saw the young Eruin holding Amman's head against the saint's dragon, her eyes shrunk and she immediately shouted, “Let go of him, what are you doing!” She can't believe Brando did something to Amman, and while she doesn't really see Amman, a priest of the Temple of Fire dies here - and she happens to be a witness.

Then it's complicated.

And...

“Let go! Young man, you will die yourself!” Amman has not been so afraid since he became a cleric that he feels his blood clotting, almost incapacitated.

“I won't die.” Brando looked up at Amman's eyes and smiled slightly.

Amman was stared at by Brando and then screamed like a pig: “You… dare to murder a temple cleric…”

Brando whispered.

They instantly crashed into the mouth of the saint's dragon, and a near-half metre long pointed tooth pierced his vest in Amman's incredible gaze - this time even the robe could not save his life under the overlapping power of Brando and the saint's dragon - and Amman opened his mouth and sprayed a lot of blood, and the intense pain made him cough up his head.

But Brando was equally uncomfortable, and another tooth through Amman's body pierced his chest as well, and Brando just let it slip slightly past his heart and pierced his lobes - where a big hole was drilled.

Brando choked a sip of blood immediately.

The green light on his retina immediately turned red, a serious life-threatening warning, the first time he had encountered it since Brando's physical resurrection.

It's not too much blood loss, it's serious damage to the gut, heart and lung failure, and this is a big game.

“My lord! ”

Brando heard a scream in the woods. It was Sy's voice. But he just shook his head and his consciousness reawakened after a brief moment of blurring.

The retina begins to show a light gray image.

This means that the unyielding will has begun to take over his body, and he only has a few minutes. But this time it seemed too traumatized, and this time the unprecedented and unfavourable indomitable gift seemed extremely reluctant, and the physical condition showed signs of weakness.

But this should not exist during the period of inertia.

All this thought flowed through Brando's mind like a quiet stream in a flash. In fact, he woke up when he shook his head. At this moment, the saint dragon's upper and lower jaws joined together and his eyes were about to bite off.

Brando clearly lets this thing bite, and he wants to live, wrapping his hands around Amman loose - the cleric's body twisted, as if he had broken his breath - and pulling the sword of the earth from behind him, then plugging it up.

The sword of the earth fell out of the soft mouth of the fogging saint's dragon, and this massive creature did indeed eat the pain of the heights and raised its head to shock the roar of the valley.

Brando pulled out his sword, his right hand pointed forward with the wind back ring at the monster's throat and fired a wind bomb. The airflow gathered momentarily to push forward deep into the misted throat of the Saint's Dragon. The fog scattered like a blood flower, and huge backlash threw him out between moments.

Brando was lifted out of the high ground by enormous force, as if a shell had fallen into the forest, and he felt himself smashing at least several trunks and then falling heavily into a shrub.

Had it not been for nearly a hundred times stronger muscles and viscera than normal people, this would have been enough to cause fatal damage and totally kill him. But Brando was just unconscious after a severe impact, and he first tried to climb up, but the pain quickly knocked him down and let him fall on the ground again.

Brando took a breath, and the pain in his lungs made him cough violently. But he raised his head and stopped his cleric Amman, who was dead, while Veronica was held by the saint's dragon. The prep knights of the temple are even more unreliable.

In other words, there is now no obstacle ahead of him.

Brando tried to stand up with pain and then fled into the woods during the inexorable will, but it was at this time that he felt a soft hand pressed against his shoulder - and then he saw Sy's face clearly.

“Lord!” Brando heard this red-haired girl with long ponytails shouting and her voice filled with tension and anxiety.

“I'm not dead yet.” Brando answered powerlessly.

“Almost there.” Otales' voice rang up, and she said with some seriousness: “Too bad, do you know what you're doing? It's a miracle you're not dead. ”

“I'm sure. ”

“You're a little too sure.” Otales seldom spoke illogically.

Brando couldn't help laughing - but this laugh turned into a series of intense coughs, and he squeezed his eyes and saw the head of the Saint, the dragon, who had been wounded by himself, dancing halfway through the air, scared that the guy would find himself still alive and come to his own trouble, hurrying to whisper to Sy: "Get me out of here first. ”

Cee held him so that Brando could bend over and kneel on the floor. But she immediately turned around and wiped the corner of her eyes - she nodded and Brando was able to talk to her about it, which reassured the girl. Sydney was strong enough, but I couldn't help but think that Brando might die in battle.

Instead, she would rather die in front of her lords.

At least don't be sad.

With this unclear feeling of selfishness, Sydney bit her little pointy teeth and held Brando up to move forward, but it was at this time that Brando suddenly saw something gleaming in the grass not far away.

“That thing!” Brando pointed over there and said.

Sheesh looked over there, covered in blood —— Brando's blood -- quietly lying in the grass was a gem, a grey gem.

“It's Amman's jewel.” Otales flashed in his heart.

“Mmm.”

“You're still paying attention to this stuff at this time. ”

“Goose pulling hair is the essence of the player... I can't forget what it is...” Brando answered with some impatience, but his voice was already a little faint.

“Player?” Otales stunned.

“Ah," Brando nodded weakly to the extreme: "This is the essence of… so in any case… I will not forget my purpose… ”

“My lord!” Sy shouted that the girl's voice had become distant.

“Pick it up.” Brando ordered himself, “Give it to me. ”

Sheesh snapped, but she bit her teeth and did as she was told.

Brando felt that the gem was in his own hands, so he closed his eyes safely - although he didn't know what the gem was, since Otales knew it, he thought it would never be anything. Naturally, he won't let go of the benefits.

For a while he felt that Sy was walking through the mountains with herself, and he wondered if the Saint's Dragon was catching up. He painstakingly untied several bottles of holy water No. 21 from his belt - something that didn't even work as well as holy water No. 5, but it was good enough - and Brando got a lot of this in Baron Groudin's collection.

Some of these pieces were also handicapped by him with the assistance of Media, although most of them were distributed.

Brando fills five bottles in one breath, but only feels a little better. Holy Water 21 is the end product of mass-produced holy water, which can even be made by prep clerics, but it works poorly, and is even reputed by players as just painkillers.

It's pretty much the same, actually.

After drinking all the holy water he had with Sy, Brando felt that his standard of living had merely returned to the critical averages, but the situation was still a mess, and damaged lobes and wounds that still hadn't fully healed could have killed him at any moment.

We'll just have to look at luck.

He took a breath and said, "Shh. ”

“Hmm?”

“Listen. ”

“Lord Lord? ”

“From here, south, there should be another supply point. ”

“Supply point? ”

When Brando coughed, he felt he was running out of time to explain, and the cues coming from the retina were already more urgent than one, and he knew that his life was in danger at any moment in his current situation.

He took a breath and briefly explained: “Like Holy White Stone, take me there anyway. ”

“Won't you go back to Miss Media, my lord?” Sy frowned and asked.

Brando shook his head: "Don't go back.” He knew that Veronica would come all the way if she hadn't been killed by the saint Dragon. Besides, that woman died as a result, and there were fog nightmares in the valley, and it was a lot to crash into.

“Yes…”

“No, but," Brando knew very well that there was no way back, and the only chance of survival was to enter the center of the rings of the wind.

He's the only one who knows how to get into the heart of the rings.

That's where he gets rid of all the danger.

And only by entering the center of the rings of the wind will we have the opportunity to meet the legendary Valhalla and light the fire of civilization in the black forest.

And that was the first goal he set for himself in the world.

The first step to changing Eruin...

He closed his eyes: “This is an order...”

The duration of the inexorable gift reaches its end at this moment.

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