The Amber Sword

“Really?!” Brando didn't dare ask unbelievably.

“Nature is true.” Otales whispered at him.

“What can I learn?” Brando couldn't help but immediately ask that the age of the Saints' War, roughly one of Warnde's closest ties to ancient times in 2,000 years, was followed by the loss of many ancient swordsmanship and tactics that circulated on the earth, the complete disappearance of advanced skills and the rarity of intermediate skills, and just a thousand years ago, in the Wind Elves, soldiers in second-line regiments like the Meereen Guards were also studying intermediate skills.

It was a time of great power, a time that took more than a hundred years in the game, when the tides of the Moon reached their peak, and ancient skills were unearthed from the slabs buried underground before returning to the world. Today, however, Warnde is a barren soil, and even white crow swordsmanship, a sword inherited from the incomplete handicap of wind elves, can be described as the secret legacy of a country's royal family.

Otales, the spirit who lived through that era, as the knight of the Kingsguard behind the wind and the owner of this ring, had a legacy that Brando could not imagine. But surely, this swordsmanship was built after thousands of years of sedimentation, and it was definitely a treasure trove for him, a golden super treasure trove.

“Swordsmanship, if you can't do what you want, is hard to achieve.” Otales looked at him seriously, and he answered with some seriousness: "So while I have a lot to offer, I'm just going to teach you one thing. ”

“Nine weeks after the wind. ”

“What?” Brando almost thought he heard wrong.

“Nine weeks after the wind.” Otales repeats.

As if struck by lightning, where Brando was stiff, staring at Otales. Legend has it that the legacy of the Stroke Pokémon was three minutes after the Saints' War. Queenal, king of the summer, inherited the Sunday Sword and, together with his Knights of the Heavenly Sun, seized the throne of the Pokémon. To this day, the descendants of the Knights remain the mainstay of the upper nobility in the Empire of the Wind Pokémon; and the Knights of St. Osor, the Knights of the Stars and Songs, hold the Sword of the Star Wings. However, this inheritance has long been extinguished in history, and when the last Knight of Near Guard died more than 400 years ago, the Sword of Star Wings was completely buried beneath the long river of history.

But aside from the stars and the sun, the passing on of the moon of St. Osor himself, who once claimed to be the strongest and inherited after the wind, seems to have been forgotten, even her original people disappeared after the war, as if a story of dust sealed beneath the dust and spider web had never been told since.

It's just--

Otales spoke word for word at this moment and spoke clearly ‘nine weeks after the wind', but it did come from the passing of the moon of Saint Osor after the wind, called the strongest sword, the sword of the Hydra of one of the three great swordsmanship of the age of the Saints, and also the national emblem of Saint Osor - the origin of the Holy Grail after the wind.

Brandoton was tempered by Ray, who thought that Otales, as the knight behind the wind, should be the heir to the Star Wing Sword. But I didn't expect her to pass on the moon directly to her when she opened her mouth. Nine days after the wind, one strikes nine swords, and one person attacks like nine people. If the speed of the flashing sword is absolute, then nine weeks after the wind is the limit of the sword of the group, or a little shallow - the strongest AOE swordsmanship.

Besides, this swordsmanship, regardless of whether it is intermediate or advanced skill, is in itself one of the three swordsmanship techniques that is well known for its flash sword of Gilt the King of Fire, and the sound of the Yamagawa earth of Saint Ellanta. In terms of fame and practical utility, it is also a real extra-territorial skill that cannot be tasted.

“I… can learn? ”

“Nature.”

“Now?” was knocked unconscious by a big pie, Brando was a little sloppy.

“Now if you have time, of course, I can stop and teach you," Otales looked around: “But I suggest you finish the matter here, after all, swordsmanship is not overnight. ”

After this reminder from Otales, Brando is also awake. Indeed, he can learn swordsmanship whenever he wants, but there are more important things at hand. The Druids are still struggling to support him. He must hurry to find the original spark left in the ring of the wind. And before that, he had to dispose of the residual laws of the Book of Mavicart, or he wouldn't be able to rush off with such unstable energy.

“By the way,” Otales looked at the black light in his hand: “Little guy, this looks like a piece of artifact, how did you get it? ”

“It's just a fake.” Brando answered honestly.

“Fakes are amazing, too. What are you going to do with them? This is pure order for legislation, and you can absorb its power for yourself, which is a rare treasure for you, and you have to figure out a way to handle it properly.” The Spirit from the Wartime of Saints is the Spirit from the Wartime of Saints, and with Otales' insight, it actually sees the essence of this thing at a glance.

“Well, I've had experience with these things, so I just need to find an item with dimensional properties to fit it in.” Brando answered without blushing.

“Dimensional attributes? That's a good way. The stability of space laws can freeze many advanced elements. The fragments of the laws are even less so... Huh?” Otales was talking to the young man, and suddenly she stopped and looked aside with amazing eyes.

“What's the matter?” Brando asked.

“Aren't you looking for something with dimensional properties...” asked Otales.

“Hmm?” Brando immediately looked in that direction, but Otales looked everywhere, not to mention the dimensional bag, which was surrounded by the power to wipe out the black hole, without even a larger piece of gravel. But Brando knew that Otales would not joke with him at this time, and he watched carefully for a moment and suddenly had a slight jump in his heart.

“Holy shit, no!” The surprise in my heart quickly turned into surprise, then surprise into surprise, an unexpected pleasure to find money on the side of the road. After repeated checks, Brando discovered that there was a slightly sparkling silver wire in the dust, which was so tiny that he couldn't have noticed if it hadn't been for Otales' reminder.

Of course, that's not silver wire at all. If Brando wasn't mistaken, it must be something he was familiar with, and he walked right over to the silver wire and pressed it carefully with his hands, and then gently -- the smoke poured around the silver wire, and a perforation with no thickness from the side, a positive circular section from the front, as if the space had been cut open, appeared in front of him.

Dimensional hole.

Brando immediately checked what was inside, and a strange look appeared on his face: “This…” He couldn't help but take a deep breath, raise his hand and grab a glittering cone of gold in his hand.

“Goddamn Demon Cone!” Otales sucked in a breath of cold air, a thing made from a golden tree with a temple's secret law array on it, its ability to forbid all elements and magical forces, and almost all but the power of being can be suppressed by it. Brando also knows another name for this thing, called Nail Who Egg Pain, because it can suppress all the elements and magic, supernatural abilities in a minute, and it's a treasure to be used in the shadows.

But this is a small number of experiments that the great cleric Fainzane tried later to master the power of chaos. He is also the only one in the world who has mastered the power of order and chaos at the same time can make it. The method of production after that is long lost, it is also a disposable consumable, and the few things left behind are worth a lot of money. When I used to play World BOSS in games, Brando saw someone use it a few times, and as for the real shady, I don't think anyone could be more luxurious.

Forbidden elements, forbidden magic, that's how the Vaughn world uses one less nuclear weapon at a time.

But that's the kind of nuclear weapon that goes into this dimensional hole, and you have seven of them.

Seven.

Brando takes out these demon cones one by one, and then pulls out a lot of clear tubes and crooked neck bottles. These are all holy water, from the early 7th and 5th to the recent 13th, the 19th potion is full of hundreds of bottles, because holy water is a post-war product of the Saints, Otales does not know what these things do, but when he learns from Brando that these potions can actually be used directly to repair life, the remarkable knight can't help but wonder.

Civilization, after all, is developing. Although the magic of the Moon has been declining since the late days of the Saints' War, the later generations are just as intelligent and intelligent, and have invented many things not before the Saints' War. Magic technology, floating ships, etc.

At this point, however, Brando's complexion suddenly changed again, and his hand stopped, and two bottles of the medicine were taken out of the dimensional hole in order to be filled with crystal bottles. This thing Otales recognizes is still supposed to be holy water, but doesn't look much like Brando. Of course she didn't know that Brando was in shock at the moment, and what he did bring out was holy water -- holy water number one —— holy water number one, which was the original source of all holy water, when the Temple first put into production to develop a medication that would heal the wounded, a crystallization that consumed countless human and financial resources, and which initially achieved results that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Holy water number one is absolutely the best in terms of holy water. But in the case of a drug used on a large scale, it has a huge flaw - too expensive.

Because of the cost neutrality, the effect of Holy Water No. 1 has almost reached the point where it takes just one drop to live and die, but the price is enough to surprise any power in the world. It is for this reason that other models of holy water gradually move towards mass production after the first holy water, and of course, the effect is that it is diluting more and more.

And Brando took out these two bottles of No. 1 holy water right now, and it wasn't holy water in his eyes anymore, it was a golden coin, no, it was an eye-catching golden mountain.

He put these things in front of himself and couldn't help but look a little stuck and take a deep breath. A second look inside the Dimensional Hole revealed that it was not only holy water, gold and silver coins piled up in mountains, but also a lot of magic materials and some high-grade magic armor, clear temple armor, weapons.

“Martha's up...” Brando counted all his belongings and swallowed his mouth dry. He can already confirm that this time Yuandong is definitely a relic of Amman. He thought that what the great priest was carrying had completely disappeared with the annihilation of the black hole. I didn't expect fate to surprise him like this at the last minute.

“Martha, praise the Dimensional Hole...” He couldn't help but remember silently in his heart.

… (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.)