The Amber Sword

Darkness is gone.

The first ray of light is like a blade that separates the sky, and a ray of pungent white light bursts out of that bright gap, which darkens deeper than the surrounding area, and then more light emerges from behind the cloud wall, which is like breeding a giant cocoon. Under this light, the sky began to turn pale and purple, and then faded into a light blue, grey blue, light dripping from the entire sky, reflecting, and soon the whole tree near the Green Tower gradually emerged from the dark, and the white mist in the woods became the scenery of the early morning hours.

As if a black screen had been drawn from the undulating mountains, revealing the green of the forest below, the green carpet covered with golden daylight, and then the first dawn sprinkled far away on the front battlefield near the rose wall, washing away the darkness that pervaded the warriors who had slept here - the silence on the battlefield, the bodies of countless black wolves stacked together, the bodies of those tall, dead tree guards standing in the cold light forever like a set of statues.

The dawn of running water continued forward, crossing the already silent position, the first rays of light fell on the trunks of the ancient trees of the Green Tower, the shadows of light gradually climbed towards the trunk, layer by layer, each battlefield revealing its true face from the dark. The brave Pokémon, who lived and guarded any corner available to them, eventually died. The fighting had exceeded the limits of both sides, and even the monsters were now killing their enemies, then throwing them aside and moving on.

But the push was still blocked before the Elves Hall, and for the first time in the light after the shadows retreated, a battlefield in battle - behind a stacked body of monsters, the line of defense between the half-man and the elves swayed in a storm, but miraculously supported. Almost everyone fought and a magic trick staggered on the battlefield, with the last two Grand Mages of the Silver Alliance constituting the strongest pillars of the line of defence.

The Eruin from the Southern Legion, Nodas finally couldn't help but blink his eyes at this moment. His movements seemed to have stalled. He raised his head and opened his mouth to see a golden light rising from behind the tidal black wolf. He stood next to a row of tall half-man warriors with a long sword and could hardly believe that what he saw in his weary eyes was true, and the soft light poured out like a tide.

Dawn ——

It's dawn.

Everyone stopped, not because the battle was over, but because of the sudden flames under the steely fur of the black wolf, and the countless monsters on the battlefield mourned for a moment, one after the other, burning under the dawn of the morning. At one point, a flame of fire formed over the square.

White light pierces the body of the monster like a sword. After burning, it turns into flying ash. Looking at such a spectacular scene, even the bravest man can't help but have a kind of happiness for the rest of his life after robbery at this moment. The horrible offensive is instantly disintegrated and the ashes are extinguished. This is a very moving force, but one thing is beyond doubt in all hearts.

“Looks like he did, as I expected.” William turned around and smiled at his companion.

“Hey, we Eruins, there's a big little guy out there.” Tulaman replied with a smile.

“My old friend, Acme, founded this country that was promised hope in the dark. I understand his beliefs, but they have been misinterpreted for too long by his descendants to know if he can see what is happening today, and perhaps someone can finally raise the flag again, which has been falling for too long.” William sighed.

“Yeah, unfortunately, how unfortunate it is to be unable to participate in the renaissance of your country as a people of silver.” Tullaman replied.

“But at least not to see it completely fall, is it?” William's silver eyes sparkled with wisdom, smiling and saying an ancient saying: "Mortals open a new era, let it pass. ”

Two wizards from the Silver Coalition were exchanging their opinions, but on the other hand, Druid and the elves were trapped in grief after a brief euphoria, and the people who stood here survived, but many more left forever, and each lost at least one or several of their loved ones, even though life was long and long, emotions were not too revealing for the elves, and they could not help crying.

The square was infected with a layer of sadness, Nodas and a group of half-man horse warriors stood by and watched the elves hug and cry, and the warrior's emotions were stronger, not to mention that the war with Madara had made him accustomed to living and dying. But somehow, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

“I think I can understand their feelings,” said a tall half-man warrior, the leader of these half-man: "The battle should bring glory to people, but it can only bring sadness, only loss. ”

Noddas nodded, but why didn't Eruin fight the same? That ancient kingdom may not give them an answer.

He looked at these people and suddenly realized something.

The spark was finally ignited--

As Brando left the giant crystal prism with his hands, the ever-stronger light was lit from the crystal, and the sparkling white light illuminated every corner of the basement hall, where a huge, mysterious, full of more than a hundred columns appeared before everyone. But nobody noticed it at the moment, because everyone looked up to the crystals in the sky with a sacred colour.

Burning in crystals, a flame of pure white, as if it were a sacred fire, but it was in fact the law of order weaving, the 'sacrament’, which bound the silence of all things, the order of Martha, whose elements and magic floated beneath the sea of chaos.

A soothing atmosphere spreads from the crystal, and everyone feels tight, severed if there is no connection between the weak magic in the body and the great tide.

“Huh?” Brando shouted softly, finding that the original spark worked in a slightly different way than the average spark. The sparks made by the wizards were a direct rearrangement of the law, while Martha's sparks were the first to cut off the power of all roots - the power of magic, the power of freedom and even the power of elements within the law.

It's like a formatting program where you empty all the residue from the area and then you write the rules on clean, blank paper. This rule certainly includes a rule that introduces power, and only when the law is fully completed will the power needed to build the world be imported to the extent permitted by the law.

Such benefits are obvious, because the foundations are clean, and therefore the preserves of the original sparks are very solid and most vulnerable to the magical tides of the sea of chaos. But the harm is not without it, at least in the process of ‘formatting', the power of all those present is completely suppressed, and even physical strength is only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Fortunately, such a process was only temporary, and he estimated that, at best, it would be about a week. At the same time, the 'formatting' process was aimed at all living beings within every inch of the fire of order ‘brightening’, and even stronger repression of monsters, so he was not concerned about the dangers of doing so. I'm just a little bit uncomfortable at best.

The will of the goddess had left by this time, and he turned around and saw Mayfister and Sy below suddenly turn their eyes to the side of the hall. Suddenly a few footsteps were heard in that direction, and Brando frowned. At this time, the only people left in the center of the rings besides them were Veronica. Of course, it was not ruled out that there were natives present, but that was a low probability.

After a while, Veronica was there with Farina, and Andrea was still following them with hatred.

Veronica traced it back to the light source, and apparently she didn't expect Brando to be here, and she couldn't help but be surprised to see a few people. But then that ‘beacon’ attracted the attention of this imperial goddess of war, "Is this the primitive spark?” Like Mayfist, she also revealed a demeaning look: “Is this the legendary gift of the goddess to mortals, which I have only seen once before in Marus far away? ”

Marus is within the power of the Basilica, where there is a well-preserved temple of Martha, a primitive spark that is said to be the foundation of the protectorate of the Cruz Fandos subcontinent. The power of that spark is so powerful that no rumors of monsters have emerged in centuries around it that it is precisely for this reason that the Holy City of Marus and the surrounding urban agglomerations will become the largest and most prosperous city on the continent.

Brando understands Veronica's words, but Andrea behind Veronica hears them completely differently. She turned into a pristine purple pupil, suddenly shrinking, and lost her voice: "Primitive spark?” In fact, at this time, the half man and half demon woman also recognised the true identity of this' lighthouse '. She came much richer than everyone else in the room. After all, Brando's kind of a pendant.

Andersa is in a strange situation at this moment, and the deterrent power of the primitive spark is so great that it means a new, vast domain of order. Even if well nurtured, it would not be possible to create a few new empires from this frontier, even as powerful as the Cruz Empire is today.

Isn't Marus' holy fire a ready proof?

When a woman's eyes flashed a dangerous light, this monster could not resist wanting to throw it, and if she could succeed, it would mean that the enemies of the herdsmen might be missing one or two giant empires in the future - especially the new-generation empires, which are the most dangerous enemies - not to mention the countless little principalities, kingdoms that depend on such empires.

“Andersa, what do you want?” Veronica has noticed something wrong with this‘ captive 'emotion.

Andersa has been silent and has taken a pre-battle stance. Although she was badly injured, the pressure was too much. At first sight, Mayfist and Veronica immediately pulled out their weapons in a position of preparedness.

“Andersa, are you dead?” Brando couldn't help but frown when he saw the scene, and he didn't expect Andersa to react so much to the original spark.

“Hey, little guy, I'm not without a chance, am I?” Andersa licked her lips, and while she was in a state of fanaticism, she never lost her mind: “Under the oppression of the primitive spark, we all had to use the power of race itself. Half of my body is more restricted than the monsters, but even so, my innate advantage as a higher monster is much stronger than you weaker humans. ”

“With one enemy and three, I'm not without a chance.” She replied in a dull voice.

When we hear that, everyone in this room has a tight heart. They thought that the power of the primitive spark had an innate repressive power over the monster, but forgot that there was an extraordinary presence of Andersha in the rings of the wind, a human being who was later transformed into a monster, but still half of her body was recognized by Martha.

So if they're really going to fight, as Andersha said, they're not really going to get any good.

Brando couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air and pull out the sword of the earth. He was originally the weakest of Veronica and Mayfist, but because of the elite template, the racial power is stronger at this moment, and if Andersha insists on going crazy, he will only be accompanied.

But it's precisely at this time that no one responds. Andersha's words were not finished, and only a golden figure flashed, listening to a murmur, like the sound of a heavy punch to the flesh - the woman of half a monster was directly beaten out of the house, and the second half of the sentence stopped. Instead, a terrible scream broke a giant pillar.

Gold Grade Power -

Where is it sacred for all to see such a phrase in their minds that, under the suppression of the primitive spark, they can still retain the power of the golden class?

But Andersha, who knows more about this power, is going to be much deeper right now, listening to her scream of horror in the smoke: “Dragon Nation, this is impossible! ”

Dragon Clan!?

Brando's first reaction was that the proud little dragon came again, but the little girl clearly said she was leaving for a while, even if it was done, she came up again, but not so soon to find the rings of the wind? Unless she had followed them before they entered the Black Forest.

But it seems somewhat unlikely in terms of time?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but take a breath and set his eyes on it. It didn't look good. At first glance, he was stuck. Because what he sees is not a female dragon at all, but —— Sy.

What's going on here? Brando thinks his brain's crashed.

… (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.)