The Amber Sword

But Mayfist showed strength, and Andersha immediately tried to subdue each other with power, both of whom were arrogant. Giant plants, however, are Druid's eight-cycle technique and the highest cyclic Druid technique that can be carried out by pastoralists, with the effect that magical plants that are already fortifying are more than tenfold elevated due to their size.

In other words, at this time, the power of the vines commanded by Andersa's men is no worse than that of the warriors who have truly evolved the elements.

Dragon-like plants weave a net in the middle of the sky, blocking any escape route from Mayfist under Andersha's command. The Grey Sword is inescapable and can only be confronted.

But Mayfister didn't panic, and he slowly stopped and looked up at these giant tentacles waving in the middle of the air.

Touch him...

He raised his sword, ‘The Grey World' instantly opened up, and then waved it upwards with his hands in his arms - a moment when Brando and Faina suddenly felt the whole world dark, even though it was clearly close to a hundred meters apart.

As if there was only one grey sword trajectory left in Mayfister's hands between heaven and earth, that grey line stretched upward along a slash, dividing the entire world into two parts.

Then time stops for one.

The sound of something cracking, the tentacles in the middle of the sky broke off from the roots, and the green juice gushed out of the break. You can imagine countless dragons being split in half, falling down.

That was a mess.

Then the broken plants fell backwards, as if a daisy flower had blossomed in the forest in the middle of the sky, but the daisy flower was green; the vines crashed into the forest and instantly swept into an ancient tree, surrounded by smoke and dust.

Mayfist, who apparently consumed a great deal after putting out the sword, stuck it on the ground and gasped.

But Andersha was no better, and the spell that led her was instantly broken clean, and the spell backphage almost didn't kill her directly. The woman ended up biting the pawn guard, and her left hand ‘popped' and blew into a piece of green sauce, allowing all the magic to come out of there completely to save her life.

Andersha snorted and looked hard at Mayfister down there. At that time, she had not suffered so much from the battle with the archdeacons of the Silver Alliance, because the wizards were cautious and the offense had traces to follow. Unlike the guy from this warrior, who attacked like he was dead, he accidentally fell into passivity.

“Hamill, how long are you waiting for this bastard?” She finally couldn't help yelling: “Do you want to watch the wall for the best! ”

When he heard that scream, Mayfister was shocked. Didn't he think this woman had help? Though he had a lot of advantages from the previous sword, the sword came from a force that gathered almost the entire 'grey field’, and now he is also a hindsight, unable to regroup even the elements of the dispersion.

He gasped and immediately looked up and saw a man in a golden red sacrificial robe coming out from behind the smoke.

“Are you the priest of the Temple of Fire?” Mayfister frowned as soon as he saw this man's costume.

At this time, Brando on the other side also saw the appearance of the visitors, and the cleric Amman almost missed them - of course, even passing through them didn't really matter, but Brando couldn't help but be surprised after confirming that he was indeed dead Amman.

Because this man, though he does look like Amman, is gray as a layer of wax, and he has black spots all the way west. This should never have been the way a living person should have been, but more like a dead spirit.

In Brando's view, this is somewhat like performing the Rehabilitation of the Dead, a spell famous for Vaughndheck, which can be converted into a dead spirit at the moment of human death, although it requires that a part of the soul of the surgeon be separated and placed in a container beforehand.

This container cannot of course be a jar or a box, but must be a living soulless person. It is self-evident how a living person can become an empty container without a soul.

This ban is strictly forbidden by the Great Temples, and will only be studied by Madara's Dead Sorcerer and some cults.

So Brando confirmed that this guy was an absolute undercover at the moment he saw Amman, but looking at him and Andersha was not like a treeherder, in fact, there were numerous cults of all kinds in Warnd, of which all things would come together with the treeherder as only two of the bigger forces.

Others, like the Silver Snake and the Sheep's Head, are full of their horrible legends.

It's just that Brando can't help but squint his eyes at Amman's dark, heavy ring, and it looks like this guy hasn't been going back to the temple since he died, so naturally he doesn't have to hide his identity anymore - that ring is exactly the symbol of the return of all things.

“It's him, Cleric Amman!” Faina whispered.

Brando nodded: "The return of all things to one will infiltrate the human world completely. ”

Although close by, Amman did not hear Brando talking to Faina. He just laughed at Mayfister: "Good eye, but that's just one of my past identities. ”

“The clergy of the Temple of the Church is a cult, and the Cruz are corrupt.” Mayfister glanced at Amman and said with some reticence.

“Count Mayfister, I disagree with you when you say that the Amman priest is just a very individual example hidden in it, not to mention the fact that His Holiness is not a Cruz, how can you be so general? ”

Suddenly a voice came from the other side of the fog.

Brando couldn't help but notice that voice. Veronica, what is she doing here? But what surprised him even more was to hear that the Cruz goddess of war seemed to be all the way with Mayfister. How did they get together?

He thought that even heaven and earth would tear this Grey Sword Saint apart and would never compromise with any Cruz.

But Veronica's voice didn't go down and the fog flashed on the other side. Amman was about to strike the impenetrable Mayfister, but suddenly the sound of wings clapping came from the fog, and then a blue bird burst out of the fog and fluttered its wings straight towards him.

The birds looked like they were made of light and the colors of blue indigo were beautiful enough to hold one's breath. But Amman couldn't bear to see this thing change its face, which seemed to be dangerous in beautiful things, and any feather on them was sharper than a real long sword.

Because they are Veronica's sword.

“Sky Wall!” Faina couldn't help but wake up as soon as she saw these blue birds: “It's Lord Veronica! ”

Amman immediately retreated, and eight symbols appeared next to him, and then suddenly a hexagonal wall of light appeared in front of the blue birds, one of which crashed against the other, stirring a splinter, but eventually disappeared.

Brando recognized that the spell was the sacred shield of one of the most powerful defensive divinities of the Temple of Fire. The effect of the spell was to block all attacks, but Amman performed that apparently much weaker effect, and his fitness for such divinity declined considerably after he appeared to be a dead spirit.

Perhaps in a few days, Amman will lose all this magic, but at least now he's barely a powerful cleric.

Amman took a step back and watched the lady walk out behind the fog with vigilance. But Brando looked weirdly at Veronica's long sword, which, if he's right, should be the weapon of the Grey Sword Holy Alternate - Ruwen Sword Gunis.

Since when do these two people have such a good relationship that they can even exchange their backup weapons? Is Grey Sword Saint's hatred of the Cruz actually just a trick? Or what kind of ecstasy did Veronica do to the guy?

Brando couldn't help but look at Veronica and think that the Empire's goddess of war, who was over a hundred years old, looked as though she was still in her early thirties and was attractive to Mayfist.

Although Grey Sword Saint is younger, the age difference is not significant. The more he thinks about it, the more likely it really is that this Grey Sword Saint meets the Empire's goddess of war? Doesn't it seem impossible to smile for revenge?

“Hello, Fayna,” he couldn't help but ask, "Why are they together, Mrs. Veronica, in a legendary beauty plot against Mayfist? ”

“Don't talk nonsense, Lord Veronica. That's not true!” Faina also stared at the scene and said with a little understatement.

But Brando was talking nonsense, but he was worried, and he looked around, hoping Sy hadn't followed him. Unfortunately, the facts clearly disappointed him, as he soon saw the girl behind Veronica.

“Hey, didn't you get me in trouble, Ms. Veronica?” As soon as Brando saw Sy, he couldn't help but sigh.

“Let's go out and Lord Veronica will.” Faina whispered, proposing.

Brando grabbed her arm immediately: "Wait, let's see what happens first. ”

“What else depends, your little lover is here, can you not stay?” Faina looked at him obliquely.

“Hey, I said, you're at least a nobleman, how can you be so ugly,” Brando couldn't help coughing: “And you're stupid, now that we're in the dark, the enemy is in the clear, you have to go out and keep them safe? ”

Faina stunned and didn't expect Brando to hit the idea. She blushed red: “No, it's just that people are not as despicable as you, always thinking about sneak attacks. Are you a nobleman or not? ”

“Is stabbing behind your back, poisoning and assassinating not your Krutz nobleman's specialty, as if I were doing exactly what you value?” Brando replied.

Feynaton was silent and stared at him with his teeth bitten. (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.)