The Amber Sword

“Curiosity? ”

“A small nobleman from the border, who knows the head wolf, Esis, knows the Dallas Terre space symbol array, and carries the gift of the Dragon God and the sword of the earth and Yamakawa--”

“The long sword in your hand is the blue of the heavens, right?” The old man's grey-green eyes looked at Brando and smiled wisely.

Brando's heart beats.

“Can't a little nobleman have these? That's kind of biased. ”

“Sometimes you have to admit, prejudice is also an experience," William laughed, "but it looks like these are your secrets, so I'm abrupt. I suppose if I apologize to you, you wouldn't get along with an old man like me? ”

This playful phrase made Brando laugh, at least William showed an approachable attitude a few levels higher than those who didn't know everything, although in theory, as the leader of the Silver People Wizard, he had more reason to look down on the Black Iron People.

But in contrast to the humility and courtesy of the wizard, the Krutz mission became a sad outbreak.

“Well, actually, I care more about this.” The old man looked up at the magnificent stone door and shook his head: “Behind this door will certainly not be the place for the long sleep of the Lion's Heart Sword, and everyone guessed wrong. ”

And he turned around, and the grey green eyes flashed a strange look: "But if I'm not mistaken, you know what's behind this door? ”

Brando didn't believe William was here because of curiosity, but he said, “Master Wizard, what are the basic principles of magic? ”

The question was as simple for William as eating and drinking water, and he thought and didn't want to say, "It's an exchange of powers and laws. ”

“I have heard that the logo of the Silver League is a silver scale, and I wonder if Lord Wizard can tell me why? ”

William had a bright light in his eyes: "Equivalent exchange, good boy, I get it. What do you want? ”

“Just do me a favor. ”

“I see. You want me to help you stop that woman, don't you?” The old man looks back at the other side of the valley: "It's a bit troublesome, but not inconsiderable. ”

Brando nodded, and he did not doubt why William could guess his thoughts, a wizard leader whose long life span was not only intelligent, but also experienced enough to give him insight into the truth about many things.

The old man smiled: "It's a tough deal, but I think it's a good deal, so now you can tell me what's behind this door? ”

“Valhalla.” Brando replied.

William whispered, "You mean the relic of the goddess the Druids spoke of? ”

Brando nodded, and he wasn't worried that the legendary wizard leader would get involved in this, because in most people's minds, Valhalla meant a primitive spark. Getting this spark can instantly make a man one of the lords, but it's fascinating for a man standing in power.

Peak wizards don't mean much.

Besides, Buga is an alliance of floating city states, and the artisan wizards of Buga have no concept or need for the territory.

And in this camp of order, the great wizard and he were on the same side.

“Legend has it that there is a primitive spark left by Martha in the south of Eruin, and I've only heard a few rumors, but I didn't expect it to be in the center of the rings of the wind.” William looked at the magnificent stone door and sighed: “Is it behind this door? ”

Brando nodded.

“It's amazing,” the old man turned back: “But now I'm even more curious, it's a legend recorded in the Druids' secrets, and how did you know that? ”

Brando laughed and didn't answer.

“I see. Is that a secret again? ”

Brando nodded.

And it was at this time, at the same moment in the Green Tower, that the Druids were waiting painfully for the last moment. Lightning thunderbolts outside the hall are connected, frequently as if it were not rain but lightning. A bunch of white lightning went through the rainy night, illuminating the human face.

Whimpering wolves have entered the upper level of the Green Tower and fighting is unfolding in the market area. The half-man and the Tree Elf Guard dropped the market the night before, but it was recaptured at noon yesterday, and both sides began pulling between the vines and the branches for more than a dozen hours.

The saw battle, but the Druid side eventually withdrew because of insufficient troops.

The wolves seemed endless.

The hourglass placed in the center of the lobby is undergoing its final flip, which lasts about four hours at a time, but for Druid it is about the longest four hours of their lives. They have one last chance, but the path to annihilation seems clear.

Everybody in front of me.

A few high-ranking Druids have blocked other areas of the road to the city hall with thorny vines, but once the city hall has failed, only the last area of the dead wood parliament will remain defensible.

Ordinary civilians fleeing other parts of the city, in panic, concentrated in a few remaining open spaces in the last part of the city, with adults holding children, men comforting women and a breathtaking tension and insecurity in the air, leaving only the noise of rain.

In the Deadwood Hall.

At first, the Druids were chatting in the lobby, but when the young Druids next to the elders squeaked over the hourglass, the lobby was strangely silenced. Everyone seemed to have said what they were going to say, or how not to go on for a while, and the conversation was interrupted.

“In a few hours, if that young man does not return the message, the spark of the Green Tower will be extinguished.” A voice in the lobby said.

“He may be dead. ”

“I object, the spark's still shining, that's Quinnier's spark, I know. ”

Everyone couldn't resist looking behind the clouds, and the only light column in the darkness still penetrated the rain curtain, leaning straight into the clouds.

“But the columns haven't moved in a long time, and maybe they're in trouble, and even if they leave now, they won't be able to get to the center of the rings in a few hours. ”

The humming argument just sounded again just because of that sentence calmed down, everyone's anxiety seemed to be lit out, even the elders with their bodies wrinkled. But at this time, a voice came from outside the lobby:

“Perhaps the young man is not dead, and may have arrived. ”

Everyone turned back surprised to see a tall figure coming out of the rain. Removing his wet clothes, he revealed a rough face and went to Grand Druid Andrew, who had yet to return in the storm circle.

“Andrew, are you back?” Someone said with surprise, "We all thought you were back in the arms of the forest. ”

“When the wolf disaster occurred, I fled behind the narrow mouth of the wolf,” replied Andrew. “When I realized it wasn't right, I became a raven and toured the forest to discover something big. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I can confirm that the young man wasn't lying.

This time the tide is unusual. ”

“Yes,” the elder nodded, looking at the latter, “but you stayed in the woods until now, should you find something else?” Andrew's sudden appearance brought confidence to everyone, but in such circumstances it was still difficult to relax, and they were eager to get it from the latter.

To more good news, so focus on this big, tall Druid.

Andrew nodded: "I spent some time in the woods exploring the scale of the wolf scourge, but I don't think I need to repeat that, as you can see. It's just that I ran into Queenie in the woods and let me know what happened. ”

“You met that young man?” Everyone was surprised.

“No, I mean, I met Queenie and saved a few human aristocrats along the way, but I didn't meet the lord. ”

“What's going on here?” Someone immediately asked, "Aren't they together? ”

“They seem to be in a bit of trouble, and the lord has left the center of the rings alone. ”

“Alone?” The elder frowned: “Are you sure he's reached the center of the rings? ”

“No, I can't,” Andrew shrugged: “I came back here just to get a message, because your earlier assumptions were inaccurate. And there's a handful of Fenrir people with the ability to fly, and I'm afraid I'll be in trouble if I don't come back. ”

Lonely in the lobby.

“Descendants of the Wolf...” The Elder's eyebrows were deeply twisted.

“Prepare for defense. If the flying Wolf invades from above, the City Hall defense line is in danger.” Someone reacted immediately. But his orders were not answered by the majority, and everyone was somewhat shaken at this moment.

The young man is missing. What's the point of making a final struggle at this moment? Instead of turning young people with potential into ravens to fly out, how many of Fenrir's descendants can escape while not many can.

And it was at this time that another voice came from outside the hall:

“I wonder if you are still in the mood to see your guests at this time? ”

Guests?

What other guests are there at this time? Everybody's stunned. “If it's a guest, come in.” The elder calmed down and spoke out loud.

Tulaman walked in separately from the rain curtain, holding a silver wand surrounded by six symbols each, smiling and looking at everyone. The scholar stood idly there as if there was no such thing as a werewolf scourge out there, or a hidden feeling that the person was simply out of line with the world. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)