The Amber Sword

“Sy.”

Gentle calls seem to be lower than the outgoing calls.

The red-haired girl raised her head. Veronica sat not far from her and the two hid in the natural shelter of the black rock recessed inward, a terrain that was not uncommon in an area surrounded by wind and gravel all year round.

Veronica seemed to try to break the silence, but for a moment she didn't know where to start, and the girl in front of her was on strong alert. I don't blame Syd. Who told them they were enemies before?

But the female Legion Leader eventually chose to speak.

Sy blinked her beautiful amber eyes and looked with doubt at the woman nobleman from the Cruz Empire, whose relationship seemed to be transformed from hostility into such a delicate interdependence that she couldn't help but feel unreal.

More, of course, is anxiety, not out of fear and tension over one's situation, but out of concern after one's departure from the Lord.

Anxiety is reflected in the divine colour of the teenage girl through a subtle expression, her eyebrow tips slightly wrinkled forming subtle wrinkles on the skin between the eyebrows, and her eyes are filled with sad looks.

Veronica sighed: "Don't worry too much, your lord will be safe. ”

Comforting words more or less relaxed the girl, at least her hands stopped shaking fists. Then the head of the women's regiment showed a kind smile:

“There is a saying in the Cruz Army that hard-living men are well received by the stars in the sky.

“Babies who arrive in this world on a night when a brilliant river of stars stretches over the sky are the children of the stars. The sons of the stars are blessed with luck. They can always be incredibly ferocious. I think he has such potential. ”

Sy doesn't understand why Veronica suddenly says this to herself, and she looks at this female predecessor incredibly, as if she's questioning: does the Cruz really have such a legend?

As a result, the distance between the two was much closer.

“Where are you from?” Veronica suddenly asked.

“I-" Sy whispered one of my words and suddenly became alert, looking at the lady with a suspicious look in her eyes. But the latter shook his head with a smile and couldn't help but laugh.

“You don't have to be nervous, I'm just curious. ”

Sy leaned over and looked at her somewhat puzzled.

“I've seen many fine young men, but like your lord,” Veronica shook her head - although she's over a hundred years old, this goddess of war still has the most energetic youth, and she can't help but say she's a stunning beauty - but at this moment she's sitting in the sand, and she's a little tired: “If only one genius out of a hundred, your lord must be the kind of person who will appear in a thousand years. ”

“In fact, I have no doubt about his future achievements, but I'm just curious that such a person would really show up in a small country's border province, Brando said he was a small lord of the Eruin border, but I think it would be too legendary to say so. ”

“It's just like those knight novels say.” Veronica turns around and the green eyes are blinking with a wise smile: “But as you all know, the story is finally just a story. ”

Look at her in a daze.

“I have no malice, just curiosity. ”

“I don't know.” The girl lowered her head and shook her head.

The leader of the regiment seemed to want to see the veracity of the phrase from the sight of the gods, but she was not pressing. It was like the conversation was just a chat, and she just nodded.

“That little girl knew him before you did. ”

Somehow, Sy knew Veronica meant Antina, and she nodded.

“What a mysterious little guy.” Veronica subconsciously licked her lips, a habitual move that revealed wild light in her eyes, just as she had met an opponent on the battlefield twenty or thirty years earlier that made her uncomfortable.

She turned back and said, "Are you still worried? ”

Sy shook her head and she didn't want to show cowardice in front of the outsiders.

Veronica just smiled: “When the wind and sand are smaller, let's go down and find him. ”

The red-haired maiden looked at her with amazement as she shook her ponytail and raised her head.

The head of the women's regiment did not say more, in fact she rarely revealed her affinity in front of people, only that this lonely girl touched some soft spot in her heart.

Reminds her of when she was young--

Veronica looked closely at Sy's reaction and was finding it somewhat interesting. But it was at this time that there was a sudden sound in the wind and sand outside.

A rock slides down a mountain wall in the wind, as if someone were walking between the cliffs.

Footsteps, both women were shocked. Veronica subconsciously went to grab the sword between her waists, but grabbed an emptiness before remembering that the blue of the heavens had been handed over to Brando.

So all she could do was raise her head and hear the footsteps coming closer and closer, and then a voice in the wind and sand outside asked:

“Is there any other traveler in there who can let me in to avoid the wind? It's an unfriendly day. ”

Upon hearing this voice, Veronica raised her eyebrow tip slightly.

“Come in, Count.” The lady hesitated for a moment and replied.

When he heard this answer, the person outside the cave was slightly stunned, but rushed in immediately. The light was slightly dim in the cave, and the visitor pressed his sword with one hand and looked down high at Veronica at the entrance.

“Veronica! ”

A familiar face is reflected in Sydney's eye curtain.

St. Mayfist the Grey Sword.

……

Since entering the Obsidian Gate, which guards Valhalla, it is as if entering a vast underground space, immersed in an infinite, silent darkness - a place where vision has gradually adapted itself for some time before Brando and others have advanced in the absence of light.

They gradually found themselves walking up a cylindrical 'bridge', surrounded by many of the same 'bridges’, clustered in a bunch of upwards, forming a not steep slope.

There are no armrests around these ‘bridges', which may sound dangerous, but in fact these cylindrical bridges are dozens of metres wide and walk fairly smoothly on them.

Just occasionally looking back down, one of the ‘cylinders' behind you inserts into the infinite darkness below, as if there was no end, and when you raise your head, the top of the 'cylinder’ extends indefinitely forward and falls into a pitch of black.

Visual illusions make people almost think they are climbing vertically, as if walking in the middle of the heavens and the earth before chaos broke out, accidentally losing their feet into an endless abyss.

Anyone who takes a closer look in this environment can't help but feel soft, let alone someone on the team.

Shortly after Brando walked, he felt his other hand holding his hand besides Fania's, and he turned around and saw that Faina, shaken and shaken, did not know when to come to him, and one face was already bloodless.

The aristocratic lady looked at him pitifully, as if to tell him not to speak up. But Brando smiled in his heart, and William couldn't possibly not have noticed what the young lady was doing, and Fania's ears were very sensitive.

That means she's just lying to herself.

“Can't you light a torch?” Brando asked in the dark.

“Fire torches are ineffective, magic is ineffective, and there may be compulsive magic suppression.” The old wizard stood beside him as if he were saying something that had nothing to do with him: "But you could try a more advanced spell. ”

“An artificial sun, for example. ”

“Forget it. ”

Brando knows that spell very well, and he doesn't want to blow this place up. But darkness is not a great threat to them, and he cares more about the enemy behind it than this.

The young man turned around and looked back, and the people who had come in before admired the fact that Andersha and her helpers were circling there.

That was William's magic work, and it had to be said that the great wizard did possess the power to match his reputation, at least no one in general dared to say that it was easy to trap Andersa.

The old man noticed Brando's divine color and couldn't help but smile.

He touched the top of his staff and was somewhat proud to say, "This maze should keep them trapped for a while, but young man, I can't help you any more. ”

It was actually Brando's suggestion to lay down after the Valhalla Gate, even though William, who had dealt with Andersa, did not know the character of the herdsman's lord, but Brando was different, and he knew that Andersa would surely suffer.

It's just that the plan differs somewhat from what he originally--

“If I recall correctly, the shepherd and your silver alliance are enemies, right?” Brando couldn't help but look up and ask, "Wouldn't it be nice to take this opportunity to kill them? ”

He looked at the archmage and couldn't help but call himself once and for all.

“You want beauty.” The old man laughed, “Actually, I'd love to, but the other party is one of the twelve shepherds of the treeshepherd, although I don't know how you kids can get into such a guy, it's just that the odds of winning against this woman are too low, so I won't do it easily. ”

Brando sneaked a peek at the old magician and thought it really suited the nature of these artisan wizards, quantifying the chances of winning or losing the war, and no wonder they never really failed in any conflict.

In any case, the people of silver are monsters.

But he didn't intend to move William so easily, and he kept more or less some of the thinking in the game, at least not in Amber Sword, to give players such a blatant chance to cheat.

“Not even a sneak attack? ”

“No.” William shook his head: “Okay, young man, don't think too much. This maze will trap Andersa for at least half an hour, because that's why she doesn't know I'm here, and if she sees me, it won't work. ”

“And even without that, she would find out sooner or later that it was an illusion. This is one,” The old man put up a finger: “Second, I can't spend too much time with you here. ”

“Are you leaving?” Brando, this is a real surprise. This archmage is the biggest man on the mountain right now, but he didn't expect to be here long before he left?

“The Green Tower is dying. You don't want to give up your efforts.” William scratched his head full of silver hair, and to be honest, it was hard for Brando to believe that a respected wizard leader would do this uncharacteristically: “Well,” the old man said. “It didn't really matter to me, but since Tullaman asked me for help, I couldn't make excuses. ”

The Green Tower can't hold fast?

Brando had no idea he had been in a coma for days before, and he thought there was so much difference in results without players. Luckily, however, the Wizard Leader of the Silver League was here, which relieved him.

If William did, the wolf scourge would have been less than a threat to the Druids for a while.

But in any case, it means he doesn't have much time left.

The old man patted him on the shoulder and took out a box and handed it to him: "This is something I gave you, young man —— there's a cloak in this box that lets you avoid Andersa's perception on time. ”

“Wait,” Brando shouted, "there are three of us, master. ”

“I know,” the old man smiled, “so the cape was actually used by the giant. ”

“For giants?” Brando looked weird, what a weird setup.

“Exactly, but it also has a problem, it can only be used once a day, and once it is used, it is no different from a regular cape. ”

“Do all your wizards have such a strange temper?” Brando took the box and asked a little cheaply.

What is happening now reminds him of past games, and he has no impression of the work of a wizard.

“Well, you seem familiar with them. Then I was relieved,” The old man laughed and danced in the air with his staff, opening a silver light door with nothing: “But don't underestimate this cape, even the dragon king will not be able to break its shielding effect when it comes into effect! ”

“Dragon King? You mean Bahamet?” Brando was stunned and he couldn't help but look at the box in his hand with a little reluctance.

But whether it's the Fire Dragon King Bahamt or the War Dragon Tiamat, if this cloak is what the old man says it is, it must be at least a myth.

But mythical products are good?

Brando turned around and saw the old man walking into the light door. But William suddenly turned around, and some of them said solemnly to him, "Young man, I'm leaving you time, and it's up to you--”

“Wait, I said!” Brando suddenly reacted: “You haven't told me what the start-up spell is for this thing yet! ”

Unfortunately, William apparently did not hear his last sentence, because the light door flashed slightly in the dark and then disappeared into the invisible, as if it had never existed there.

Fuck you!

Brando suddenly felt like a giant pit father.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)