The Amber Sword

After entering the ground from the broken corner of the ruins, Brando saw a vast underground world, with elongated, strip-shaped tunnels connecting one material warehouse after another, caves and fortresses of war, clearly a line of defense for the surface part of the underground city, which he had seen in the Cruz's Laonte fortress and elf underground ruins, but far from this perfection in front of him.

The tunnel is built into four walls with the toughest rock, with fine lattice lines extending all the way to the deepest underground. This style of architecture is incompatible with the aesthetic aesthetics of Warndor for several generations, as if it were the legacy of a prehistoric civilization that slept before countless centuries, with a certain sense of familiarity with Brando.

If we replace the surrounding rocks with metal, Brando would almost think he was walking in some huge underground research center, and those lattice networks were the pipeline for the transmission of energy, right? Combined with the rich historical atmosphere of eroding rocks, this near-future style creates an almost sacred sense of worship, and he has to exclaim that the scene designer of Amber Sword was a world-class master.

Brando appreciates all of this from the perspective of a player, quite unlike others. Side by side, Sy and Fania, who were already staring at everything around him, seemed silent, holding their breath and deep into the shock of too ancient a civilization. St. Mayfist the Grey Sword said it was just a little better, but he looked at everything around him silently, and his grey eyes flashed with surprise from time to time.

Brando's sprinkling surprised Otales, and even she was the first to see the remains of such a well-preserved silver civilization, as if it were just a man who had gone to empty the building, leaving behind the scent of a previous era. But Brando seemed to be familiar with all of this, and she found that his gaze was both admirable and familiar, a divine colour above others.

Indeed, there is a soul in Brando's body that goes beyond this world. Coming to this ancient relic of civilization, others felt sacred, muddled and shocked, but Brando felt sincerely familiar, as if returning home.

It's like right up ahead, a couple of players laughing and saying hello to him, "Hey, man, you want to join us on an adventure? ”

Brando had a slight smile on his lips, and yes, he could never go back to Earth. But Warnd, the intertwined world of dreams, was always a reminder of what had happened to him.

“Little fella, seriously tell me, are you Eluin or not?” Otales suddenly asked.

“Eh?” Brando stunned back. Why did she ask? Did Otales find out who he really was? It seemed impossible, but Brando couldn't help but feel a little flawed by the scenery: “Why ask? ”

“Look at the gap between you and them." Otales couldn't help pointing at Sy and Fania next door. The two little girls were all gone: “How could a normal person be like you? Even though scholars read similar descriptions in the book volume, it's also amazing to see entities, isn't it? But Brando, you just admire that feeling of superiority as if the owner was leading the guest through his own luxurious villa, and you honestly tell me, are you a descendant of silver? ”

Otales flashed her doubtful light and told Brando that she had long suspected. But Brando couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect Otales to want to be distorted up there. What's all this? But he shook his head immediately: "Of course not, but there are family records of Eruins, and the ancestors have been nobles. ”

“Does Eluin's nobility mean anything to me? Poverty!” The lady guardian behind the wind glanced at him. Although Brando's words dispelled her doubts, she could see that she was not completely dead. "But even if you were a child of silver, the stronger the heir, the more comforting I would be. ”

Brando laughed, of course he wouldn't say, he didn't want to be a silver citizen, he didn't want to be too different from Freya, Roman, he looked back at Sy, and other people around him were the same.

Through the layers of defense, gradually deepening underground. Deep beneath the rock, the sound had become very slow, the temperature had risen a little, but the surroundings had quieted down, and later Brando had heard the sound of dripping water coming from afar. He estimated that there were at least three defensive lines in the depths near the surface, built like a maze, thanks to his experience in not wasting time going through it.

And through the Fortress system on the ground, below should be the living area of the underground city. Underground cities are actually similar to surface cities, with residential areas, commercial areas, meeting places, temples, palaces, and huge drainage systems. He has seen such a city in the homeland of the Chongshan Dwarf and knows that monsters in the underground drainage system occasionally come to the upper level to be the target of the player's mission.

However, where underground cities have long had water, apart from drainage systems, underground rivers and streams, and infiltration pools, only the auditorium remains. The so-called auditorium is the equivalent of a square on the surface, with infiltration ponds and gushing springs in the middle of the square, which connects residential and commercial areas and provides water for living in a considerable area nearby. So the sound of dripping water here means that they're not far from the heart of this underground city.

With luminous gems in the dark for about a minute, the light in Brando's hand suddenly scattered out in all directions, and the low rock walls around them suddenly disappeared and they walked into a wide underground space. Forward light spilled onto the ground revealing a huge square of uneven slabs, in the middle of which was a gushing spring, still flowing slowly thousands of years later. However, the rock table around the fountain has been eroded into a hundred pores, the running water fills the top of it and spills over into the square, forming a large area of submerged water.

“It's the square! It's exactly what you said, Brother Brando!” Fania couldn't help but be surprised to see this scene.

Sy also looked at Brando with some admiration, and in her view, Lord Lords, though young, was a very knowledgeable scholar. Compared to other aristocrats at this age, they are only jealous and obsessed with sound dogs and horses, while lords have been able to talk to people like Grey Sword Saint and Veronica on an equal footing and guide each other in their insights.

“Yeah.” Brando nodded, too, and he was a little excited. Finding the auditorium meant he wasn't far from his goal. Especially since this underground auditorium is so big, it must be connected to a palace or a temple, and he looks up at the dense, numb holes on the rocky walls surrounding him, hoping to find the signs he is familiar with.

He first found the holy emblem of the Temple, and Vaughn's faith in the past and present remained virtually unchanged. Lord Martha has always protected the spirits of wisdom above the earth. Although the shape of the emblem has changed more or less due to aesthetic differences, the Virgin Mary in the centre of the emblem can be distinguished by anyone.

Soon, a pedestrian walked around the square. At this moment Brando's eyes suddenly lit up, "This way!” He discovered that the tunnel leading to the palace was just opposite the axis in the square. The palace was the heart of the underground city and the center of the defense. If that spark could exist in the underground city, the ancient silver folk would surely put it in the center of the city.

The target of this dangerous line is near, and even with Brando's insight, I can't help but get a little restless. Veronica and Mayfist only thought it was a new protectorate for one side, but Brando knew the true meaning of the spark, so he could divide a third of the land into Grey Sword Holy Resurrection without hesitation, but it was absolutely impossible for him to give up the biggest secret here.

That's his best hope of saving Eloin.

He took a breath and couldn't help but walk up three steps and two steps. But it was at this time that St. Mayfist, the gray sword beside him, suddenly grabbed him and faced a dark shadow, and Mayfist pulled out the giant sword behind him and split it into that dark shadow. When only one loud noise was heard, Brando, this made it clear that the shadow that had been cut off was a giant sickle that had been slashed straight from the ceiling. The sickle had a peculiar light pattern that must have been accompanied by a powerful spell. Even the strong with a primitive grade could not be attracted by a single hit. He couldn't help but sweat and overexcited himself to forget the most basic thing, the trap.

Of course, with his reaction, this thing definitely didn't hit him, but Mayfister's move won him over, indicating that the Grey Sword Saint did intend to stand with him on a boat. He nodded at Mayfister calmly.

“Be careful.” The Grey Sword said faintly.

“Mmm.”

After dodging the first trap, the road behind it was full of thorns, but then it became a performance by Brando alone, who was neither a nightingale nor a tourist and had no special ability to discover the trap. But I've never eaten meat and I've never seen a pig run. Brando's level 130 warrior journey is rich. What kind of underground city hasn't been visited? What kind of trap have you never seen?

Not to mention the remains of a silver civilization of around sixty levels. Even the remains of the golden people he had been to, Valhalla was only a little more complete, but those traps were nothing new to him. A quick glance shows how a trap works, and he walks through underground tunnels with a pedestrian, just like a trail in the suburbs.

Mayfister is not familiar with Brando and naturally thinks he is good at machine engineering. But in Sydney and Fania's eyes, the halo on Brando's body was added another lap. It's just that Otales can't figure out how a young man can be proficient, and not in terms of learning time --

The underground palaces of the Silver Ancestors are horizontally distributed, uncomplicated and luxurious. Still composed of rocks, the smooth grid pattern on the ground extends towards the dark, except that the interior of the building is much taller and much wider than the outside, and the center of the hall can also see the four prisms in the Dwarf Hall that take more than a dozen people to hug.

And an energy transmission network spread like a spider web between these columns, with signs of increasing density, and all of a sudden Brando's eyes stretched forward with the light of the gemstone in his hand, over about thirty columns, and the columns were surrounded by a circle, with a huge 'lighthouse’ in the center.

That's right, Brando thought it was supposed to be a lighthouse the first time he saw it.

In the space of black paint, a huge pyramid stands still, yet at the top of the pyramid floats a fairly large conical crystal, at least twenty meters high, almost as wide as it is, flashing the same texture as a water wave in the crystal, soft light coming out of these ripples, which, although extremely faint, can still illuminate the area around the pyramid.

“This…” Everyone could not bear to see this scene and some could not speak.

… (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.)