The Amber Sword

Andersha grabbed the gem with one hand, and behind the fog suddenly a roar of the valley shook, the cloud fog suddenly split to both sides, a giant dragon's head opened the blood basin and pounded at her with no sign.

“Dragon!? ”

Andersha startled, and she immediately read the spell out loud: "Northwind, I make you show off in the winter! ”

With her palms outstretched forward, the snowstorm appeared behind her empty-handed, sharp ice crystals scraped forward like knives, and the wind blew through Andersa's shoulders and body with snow showers, but she herself was unharmed; Andersa had long hair and danced with the wind, but she herself was not tattooed in the wind.

Just like the queen who controls the ice and snow, Andersa stays still, but the frost spreads in front of her, and then there's a thick layer of ice on the ground.

The wind and snowstorm cover almost half the valley, and even the saint's dragon has to retreat in the snowstorm, with sharp ice crystals passing through its fogged body, punching it through a thousand sores.

“Huh?”

Andersha realizes that this dragon is not right, and she sticks out her index finger and points at one of the heads of the saint's dragon and says:

“Time passes, everything fades, your scales will dislodge from you, your muscles will relax and rot, your blood will dry, your bones will age, you will not have much time, rest here today! ”

The saint's dragon suddenly roared, and the scales on his white body did fall off in a spot of scorched yellow, and then his muscles and blood fell like rain, spreading as fog into the valley.

Almost instantly, this enormous head dissipated completely.

It's just that Andersha hasn't had time to relax, the air suddenly fluctuates, the smoke gathers, and the disintegrating giant head actually reappears.

Andresa frowned.

Brando and Faina took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield where the two monsters fought, while Andersa and the fog fogged.

In fact, at a moment when Andersha's attention was drawn to the past by the Saint's Dragon, Brando activated his strike skills, although he was still slowed down by a snowstorm firmly on his shoulders.

This time alone left him with almost the entire right shoulder unconscious until now, covered with a layer of white frost.

He chewed his teeth and hugged Fayna hundreds of meters away, drilling into a rocky crevice, which, although strikingly beaten outside, was relatively quiet.

Brando stopped to suck in a breath of cold air and took a stab firmly on his shoulder. It was said that burns, frostbites and sword wounds did not really make much difference after the pain had reached a certain level, at least now that's what he thinks.

Faina saw Brando's face twisted and couldn't help but ask with some concern:

“Hello, hillbilly? ”

“What?” replied Brando, pumping his breath.

“You--" Finna wanted to worry about Brando's shoulder, but she was angry when she saw him being unreasonable. She hummed in a bad mood, and the tone became hard: “Nothing...”

But after a while, she whispered, "Hey, hillbilly. ”

“What's wrong now? Miss, do you think I'm free like this?” Brando answered breathlessly.

“You, you, cheap! ”

“Oh, you mean —— is that what you're apologizing to me for before? ”

A pair of near-sharp eyebrows shook up: “No, how could you think of that? How could I apologize to you hillbilly! ”

“What exactly are you trying to say? ”

The nobleman's golden face was rarely red, and she wanted to say, 'That's your shoulder hurting so bad, let me down and I'll walk myself down’, but when this came to an end, it became: "Hey, when are you going to put me down -”

It just keeps getting louder.

Huh?

Brando remembered that he was still holding each other. It wasn't his fault. He was holding Fayna like delivering a package; if other soft girls were carrying soft balls, he might think about it, but the girl really offended him.

Nobody in the eyes, arrogant, bad eyes clumsy.

He couldn't help but sweep the nobleman's eyes and let her go.

And at this moment, the battle between the Saints' Dragon and Andersa is turning white. The foggy fifteen heads continued to dissipate in the air and reorganize under the onslaught of the Andersian storm, but the giant beast retreated without a chance to fight back.

Brando also saw this scene, and he was intimately surprised, even though he knew that Andersa was good, he didn't want to be that good.

That saint's dragon is a fierce beast that chased the lives of Amman, Mayfist, Veronica and a whole team of Temples, but there is only room for defense in the hands of one of the twelve priests.

However, the setting of the infinite recombination of the saint's dragon and the neglect of physical force by the phantom creature is likely to be dragged to death alive if Andersha does not find the key to solving the problem.

Andersa's element is erosion, but not as fast as Veronica's wind. Come if you want, go if you want.

But either way, Brando understands that it's good for them to go first.

He was going to go back the way he was, but all of a sudden he thought, maybe the entrance to the central part of the Ring of the Wind would be behind the lair of the head wolf, Esys?

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, the more he thought about adopting it from the other side. So they had to pass under the eyes of the saints, somewhat dangerous, but Brando thought it was worth it.

The Saints' Dragon is fighting with Andersa, and I don't think it's that easy to notice them. Besides, he doesn't have the limestone.

From time to time, one or two dead yellow lights pass over the top of the head, which is the magical effect of Andersha. There are many roars of the heavens and the earth, roaring in the valley as if the sky were about to collapse.

The two men held onto the rock wall carefully advanced, and as the gravel around the earth roared and continued to fall, Faina frowned but did not dare complain, only to look carefully at Brando from time to time.

The two quickly walked out of the valley along the intersecting rocky gap. Although the valley was discoloring heaven and earth, it had not yet reached the outside and walked out of the gap. The first thing they saw was the giant beast lying quietly in the center of the giant pit.

“Wait, I... where are we going? ”

The nobleman Jinjin suddenly discovered Brando's intentions, pointing to the mountainous giant wolf, and asked dramatically.

“Of course.”

“Head, head wolf, Essex? ”

“It's sleeping. What are you afraid of? ”

“What if all of a sudden it wakes up and we're not dead? ”

Brando's contemptuous gaze: "It's the sleep of the demigod. It's so easy to wake up. Aren't you awake yet, Miss Faina? ”

“You...”

Feynaton bites his teeth, and of course she knows the so-called sleep of the demigod, which takes at least tens of thousands of years to fall asleep once, during which time nothing happens will wake up.

But it's just a legend, and now it's totally different, and the head wolf, Esis, is the source of countless legendary wolf scourges, white ghosts, and it has innate evils against humanity.

In Cruz, any child grew up listening to the story of a white giant wolf eating people under the moon and night, and Faina was naturally no exception. Now she sees the source of the legend with her own eyes, and the ability to think for a moment has to be somewhat inadvertent.

But Brando had taken the lead, and Finna was afraid but had to keep up. The two men soon descended to the bottom of the pit, while the explosion continued in the direction of the valley, indicating that the battle between Andersha and the Saint Dragon continued.

Just across a thick layer of fog, the sound is obviously already very far away.

Then they slowly passed by the giant and elegant creature, and they raised their heads and watched the silver and white giant wolf in the night as elegant as a mountain, and could not bear to bear a small and awe.

It's an instinctive reverence for power.

Ashes, the sleeping head wolf, was like a hill, and she breathed long and the silver on her back fluctuated up and down, proving that a powerful soul was still beating vigorously in this body.

Yet the wind stood still beside her, as if the centre of the whole world had gathered here for a moment.

That's the wolf, Ashes.

Brando couldn't help but think that even though he knew it wouldn't wake him, he couldn't help but hold his breath subconsciously. Faina's pretty much the same. She's all white.

“Me, we're so close, won't it wake up?” She asked stubbornly.

“Why does it wake up? ”

“Isn't the head wolf Ashes the enemy of all intelligent beings? ”

“So it sent a team of winter wolves to bite your neck off ——” Brando stretched out his paws to compare to Faina, scaring the nobleman's golden neck backwards.

“You, you, what are you doing? ”

“Just keep your mouth shut. ”

“Damn, you hillbilly!” Faina complained unhappily.

The two of them passed one after the other by the head wolf, Ashes, and as they passed through the head of the giant creature on their front paws, they felt their hearts beating a little faster together.

But fortunately, Brando wasn't wrong, and the demigod's sleep didn't wake up so easily. In the meantime, Fayna also asked why they would not kill the wolf Essex while he slept. Brando simply looked at the nobleman and gave her the blue dome and told her:

“You're in charge of saving the world, young lady! ”

Afterwards, Faina stopped talking, just staring at Brando unwillingly all the way.

The reason is simple: she actually got up the nerve to cut a sword - a silver hair of the wolf, Esis, and the sword was blocked back by an invisible barrier three feet from the body of Esis.

So Fayna knew that it was futile to have another 100 herself.

Then they passed through that giant rock pit, and on the other side of the giant pit, Brando quickly found a canyon made up entirely of black granite.

That's not surprising.

What makes him care.

There is a huge stone gate between these canyons.

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