The Amber Sword

It's quiet in the woods, and Brando lifts the bush of vines and barely hears them as he travels in the woods, sometimes even birds rarely fly over their heads.

Looking forward in the direction he is now in, the layered blades of gaze are followed by a broad basin vision, lush forests like bright jade lying around the mountains, the ground gradually dwarfed towards the center, forming an inner trap.

The view widened further, and the most central part of the basin was the magnificent tree, whose roots expanded in all directions, forming mountainous ups and downs, and the nearest one extending in this direction to less than Rich.

Andersha and her associates should have arrived there by now, and he dared not follow too closely. After all, the Apoptotic Lord is half Druid and has many advantages in any forest.

He walked along a trail of women and men - rarely in the grass could he see traces of the trail that had existed, even though it was long gone in time - but the artificially carved slab fragments scattered between the dense woods spoke silently about everything that had passed.

Brando raised his head, and now only the dense numbness of the ancient trees around him and the dense bushes beneath his feet are left here. Gray-green plants climb onto waxy white rocks on both sides of the road, and only occasionally can you see some text-like marks on the flat side of the rock through the cracks in those branches.

However, they have long been eroded.

Those words, if Brando is correct, should belong to the people of silver. Of course, it is not Pokémon or Wizard script. Ancient peoples living in Valhalla should have been wiped out by the long rivers of history, and there is no single word about who they really are.

But Brando guesses that this silver citizen may have an inseparable relationship with the son of the forest, and that Eru now has their legacy throughout the South.

But somehow, there was no description of Valhalla's past, either, and the fact was that the Valhalla and the Valhalla had almost one common origin; Brando also asked the Princess of the Silver Elf, but he did not get more answers than he knew.

Metissa said that the age of Valhalla should be much longer than that of the Silver Elves, and that the three silver-blooded Elves of the Silver Elves, the Fog Elves and the Moon Elves, and their common Elf King, Alfheim, emerged in an era dominated by the Dark Dragon after the division of the world's trees.

And Valhalla was a legend long before the history of the Battle of Dusk. In today's Warnde, the Dragon of Dusk has long been a symbol of nothingness, and most ordinary people know this great demon, but they also know that it is dead.

What happened in that mythology--

Only the monks and players of the temple know about the forces of chaos, but compared to them, they are only the cults who act under the name of dusk.

Let us not say that the battle between heaven and earth in the sacred covenant was a battle against the dark saints that is no longer within reach.

Not to mention the legends that existed at the same time as the Dragon of Dusk, such as Valhalla, such as the Sky Knight and the Epic of the Sky, have long been just songs and stories in the bard population.

“If I'm not mistaken, are those words? ”

Fayna whispered behind him that the nobleman had simply laid on Brando since he dared not go back alone. She could see that, although Brando was not as vocal to her as the other aristocratic youths, and was always unable to get along with her, at least he would not really do anything about her.

“Wouldn't you look at it yourself?” Brando answered in a bad way.

“But I remember that the last time the Eruites opened up their wilderness was fifty-three years ago, Baron Ruman of the Vieiro family, and he was the last of Eruin's pioneering knights. The book says that until then, to make south of Denel a true black forest, a land of nobody, no civilization has ever owned it… but if these are words and prove that civilization ever existed, then the rings of faith are the land that has faded, not the natural black forest. Isn't that wrong about the book? ”

“You, don't look at me like that. My Empire Chronological Program is excellent and has been awarded by Master von Hein!” Faced with Brando's gaze, the nobleman Kim answered somewhat uncomfortably.

“Is that the dwarf master who can interpret the poem of the heavens?” Brando asked.

“It is part of the interpretation, and Master von Hein, though a dwarf, has joined the nationality of the Empire.” Faina lifted her chin with some comfort and unconsciously lit up her identity tag.

“But does he not know that Druid lived in the Black Forest 500 years earlier than the Eruids, and what it means to make south of Druid a land of nobility?” Brando was sarcastic.

“Hey, that doesn't count, Druids don't need land! ”

“Yeah, did the Cruz dare to use that as an excuse to deport all Druids on their border? Wouldn't this be another round of the empire's frontiers? Happy! ”

“You, you--”

In contrast to this, what really upsets Brando is that the Empire Chronicle in Faina's mouth actually includes Eruin's history, which is why this Miss Thousand Kings knew so much about Eruin's past.

The Empire had never regarded Eruin as an independent nation, but he was well aware that, in the view of the Cruz Empire, particularly the imperialist aristocracy, Eruin was more of an Overseas Territory of the Empire.

It is this arrogance that makes every Eruin player unbearable.

Of course, Brando can't get past a little girl who doesn't understand anything. He's just stepping on the tail of the nobleman so she won't forget. Then the young lord turned around and looked at the lush forest.

This path in the forest is not independent ——

The roads have always been used to connect other parts of the ‘city' that used to exist in this forest, although Brando didn't know it led to that area, but they realized it shortly after walking.

After splitting up the heavy shrubs, the road leads to a ruin abandoned in the woodlands, first reflected in the tall buildings stacked with rocks in their curtains, surrounded by a quiet green, standing silently on the open ground.

But Brando had just emerged from a bush and felt Faniara pulling her hand.

He immediately shrunk back vigilantly and whispered, “What's wrong? ”

“There are bad guys.” The little girl looked at him and replied with a tongue.

“Where? ”

Fania pointed to the outside, and Brando followed her hand and found that she was referring to the tallest building in the ruins. Brando took a closer look and immediately noticed the anomaly.

A bunch of plants on the roof of that building seemed a little weird.

Brando suddenly suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air —— because he found out it wasn't a plant at all, it was Andrea. That woman was hiding perfectly, and as half of her Druid gift, it was hard for the average person to find herself in the forest.

It's just a pity that this time her opponent was the daughter of the forest, Fania, loved by the Goddess of Nia--

But even so, Brando was scared to death, and now he realizes that it was a wise option not to send Fania back, and that fighting in the forest with the help of the daughter of the Goddess of the Forest was simply too much.

“Shh!” Brando immediately made a gesture to Faina, who followed him.

And then he looked out, and this was supposed to be a market, and Brando recognized this from that ring layout, and the tallest building was undoubtedly the temple of the god of trade, which must have been quite prosperous in the days when the gods existed in the past.

And now Andersa is standing on the roof of the temple.

You have to know that as a qualified cult, you have never had a crush on any god, and you don't have to have the most elementary reverence - even though the gods of Warnde have always protected humankind in the history leading up to the Saints' War.

Faina also saw Andrea, and she was shocked: "What is she doing here?” The nobleman hastily looked at Brando and asked in tongues.

“If you have an IQ, you know she must be looking for us.” Brandobie answered in a row.

The girl took a breath and complained: “It's all your fault, so I told you we should go back! ”

Brando looked at this woman in a bad mood and thought I hadn't stopped you from leaving. But he was too lazy to listen to this young lady's relapsed temper, so he simply answered with his mouth:

“I'm sorry, I don't understand such complicated mute. ”

Feinerton stayed.

But unlike the misgivings and anxieties of this young lady, Brando thinks it's an opportunity, and if Andersha stays ahead, he can't really find a chance to get to the heart of Valhalla one step at a time, since the other stops.

Then it is his chance to compete for the first hand.

Brando raised his head and looked around. He didn't see the woman's companion, but he must have been in the market. He looked away and noticed the exit on the other side of the market when he suddenly realized why Andersha had chosen to stop at the place.

Because he discovered that there was a tall wall in the place - a wall made of rocks of the same material as the buildings, covered with vines and branches, most of which were hidden in the canopy, and could not be noticed from afar.

But Brando couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air after watching the wall carefully.

If he's right, the tall wall should circle the entire direction of the Tree of the World, with its ends connected to the same roots of the two mountains of the Tree of the World, forming a natural arc-shaped protective ring.

Beyond that wall, there are several inner walls, which should be a fan-shaped city, a very ingenious idea that relies on enormous roots of trees to build fortifications beneath the world's trees.

If Brando was the lord of the moment, he must be extremely satisfied, but now he sees the scene only bitter.

Because the only way out of the fence is on the other end of the market.

If it weren't for the accident, Andersa should be watching that direction. Although this woman doesn't know exactly what this place is, it's obvious that being one of the twelve shepherds of a herdsman isn't too simple.

At least her current judgment is the most accurate, and if it weren't for Fania, I'm afraid he'd have been spotted by this woman by now.

But history doesn't. If Brando finds Andersa one step at a time, then he has at least some hope of winning.

But how do we get across the market?

Brando had some headaches.

… (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.)