The Amber Sword

“Hmm?” Brando walked out of the wind wall with a year-round wind, “What happened?” Veronica turned back and asked.

“Nothing." Brando shook his head, and as soon as he walked out of the wind wall, he sensed contact with his summons. Metissa and Charles reported almost immediately what was happening across the territory. In less than a day's time, however, there was movement in the direction of Pallas, a time when the harsh winter of Eruin had not completely disappeared, allowing Count Denel to strike a little earlier than Brando had expected.

He asked Metissa to praise Little Roman in a heartbeat, but she wasn't too surprised by the news, Cold Cedar Collar up and down for months to prepare for the war, waiting for the day, and then talking about the work he'd done before, which would be too fake if it didn't last the first few weeks of the war. He ordered Charles to continue to urge the Druids in the Territory to reinforce the line of defense along the River Gris and to keep him informed of developments in the war once it had begun.

Brando suddenly discovered that the ability of the Brigadier Master to communicate with the mind was so perverse that he could be offered the ability to command the battlefield remotely - although some magic items could do the same, in a low-intensity war like the one in the corner of Eruin, it was clear that neither side of the belligerents could afford that price.

But then he immediately sensed a faint call of mind that shouldn't exist —— "Medfis?” Brando couldn't believe watching this‘ teenage girl 'show up in front of herself with blood, broken black dress and even a perfumed shoulder‘ so cute it must be a boy '. Medfis was lying in a rubble, like he was in a coma,‘ she ’was like climbing up from under a canyon, happy to think Brando was still up there, but all the way up here, he was exhausted and unconscious.

But at this moment, it's like feeling Brando's call - perhaps because of the special connection between the summons and the brigade master - the next moment Medfis suddenly winks and wakes up.

‘Girl' 's quiet face revealed a dreamy look. Though her white face was covered in blood, it was a gleam again: "My lord, you have finally found me. I have been looking for you for a long time. ”

Brando only realized that Medfis had not entered the graveyard after being struck by Andersa, but had lost contact with each other because both parties had entered the fog below. It's no surprise that Medfis was so close to Veronica after so many strengths at that time that he could have died so easily. Afterwards, it must have been because after the reset phase of each day of the card, the strength was restored, and that's why I climbed halfway and passed out. Seeing this vampire hypocrite still there, Brando couldn't help but relieve himself that Medfis was already a golden force, and that he could always achieve more than the elements by offering sacrifices. With her on her side, it would be a powerful boost.

But now Brando still can't think of his summons as just a card. Seeing ‘the girl' like that, he can't help but ask with a little guilt: "Are you all right? ”

“Nothing,” Medfis shook his head, just a little blushed, embarrassed to say: "Just a little hungry, my lord. ”

So Brando had two more sweet toothmarks on his neck in Sy's reddish face and Fayna's weird eyes.

“Wait, the deal was not to bite the neck--!” No matter how much she looked like a woman, Brandoton was a little unacceptable to be bitten by a man in the neck. But he didn't expect Medfis to be so fast that he didn't even react, and the descendants were already long at speed. At the time, Andersa was as close to 'her' as she was to two levels of strength, let alone Brando, who was only at this moment upstream in gold.

But Murphy revealed two lovely little pointy teeth and smiled, blushing: “Because Murphy was badly wounded, he needed the blood of the master's artery, and the master's blood was delicious...”

For such an answer, Brando had no choice but to ask God, and it was indeed because of him that Medfis was so badly wounded. Therefore, he can only strictly instruct the pseudo-female vampire to never come near his neck without permission.

The little interlude quickly subsided and, in any case, Brando was more than willing to see to meet the challenges that lay ahead from the North. A day later, a walker finally leaves the canyon and returns to the narrow mouth of the wolf.

At this moment, the narrow mouth of the wolf has completely lost sight of the terrible scene of the day. After the spark ignited, the order on the periphery of the rings of the wind is slowly being rebuilt. At this moment, for the first morning in many days, the black forest has arrived. There is some silence in the forest and crystalline dew beads on the leaves, but everything still seems peaceful.

The return of Blando, Veronica and others to this temporary camp caused a lot of disturbance after days of walking out under the Holy White Stone, whether it was the Krutz, the Eruins or the remaining Tree Elves or the half-man.

The first thing Brando saw was the hasty Antitina, who followed Flo and her sister behind her, Tia had been resurrected on resettlement, but no one else knew, just thought the little girl was lost and found her own.

“Lord!” The girl, wearing that fur robe, stood in front of Brando and whitened, no matter how calm she appeared, but could not conceal the relaxation and joy of her eyes.

“I'm back.” Brando had not missed Antina's tired divinity, but his answer to this girl he trusted most was to nod slightly.

That's enough. He and Antina are actually very similar people, sober minds, able to understand each other's thoughts, as the best partners sometimes don't need much to understand each other's meaning, which is unreserved trust.

Now even if the Emperor of the Cruz Empire valued her gift and hired the girl herself, she wouldn't have to leave. Because she believes that no one but Brando can give her this trust and understanding. That trust, Antina, has begun to believe beyond the vague likes of men and women, is purely a spiritual mutual need and dependence.

Brando didn't ask anything more either, and he looked up and looked over at St. White Stone. The untamed second son of Sir Mintai, a young man by the name of Caglis, smiled and bowed his head to him - a courtesy close to the minister, a young man who was supposed to be on the aristocratic side, now chose to fight for another faith. His performance in the battle over the past few months, including in the wolf tide, has earned him the basic trust here in Brando.

With the foundation of trust, there is everything.

Behind Caglis, young people from Eruin - who were still naive and even had some noble children - seemed to have found their way in the raging historical turbulence, stripping away and changing bones, showing maturity and perseverance in the colour of the gods.

“Lord!” Young people see Brando walking out of the woods and quieting down, and the stories of the past few days seem to be a legend, experienced by them themselves. Brando went into the ring of the wind alone and lit a spark at the most critical juncture, and they saw it with their own eyes at the moment when the scourge of the wolf was finally completely eliminated. Such a spectacular scene, as if to make all of us hear the tremendous noise of the meeting of history with the future.

Just one day ago, the Druids of the Green Tower sent their thanks, and after the Druids, mercenaries, as well as others who had survived, came more or less to express their gratitude - not to the Kruze, but to them, in addition to the missions of other countries. This confirms young people's speculation - just that night, when the columns of light that represent order disappeared in the storm, only one person lit the lighthouse of the world!

This time, the Eruins were the main characters, and even the Cruz Empire had to stand aside.

Brando certainly doesn't know that his actions have won him many potential friends, forces big and small, who survived the wolf scourge, more or less by his grace - you can't imagine the gratitude that comes from a man surviving in despair with the help of a stranger.

At the most violent moment of the wolf scourge, everyone thought that the darkness had completely overwhelmed the light, that even the last little order would of course exist, and that the light of the Green Tower would be extinguished when they saw it. But when that ray of dawn shines from the bottom of your eyes and completely disperses the darkness, there is a common question in all hearts —— what is it?

But when they learned of Brando's plan from Druid, everyone's heart was overwhelmed with words. Of course, this sudden shock and gratitude may only be temporary, but in any event, Brando will be impressed with the gratitude of this moment as he deals with these people later in the day.

It's a huge gain.

But Brando doesn't know that right now, and he just finds it a little strange that these young people are quiet when they see themselves. His previous prestige among these young men was also high, but that was the majesty of the Lord, but at this moment, the young man looked at him as if he were looking at their king.

If one day they were knights, they would respond to Brando's call to fight for a heroic king, a dream of countless young knights. After the Four Saints, there was only one king in the past, Eckhart, the first king of the Eruins, but the Sins had passed away, and Warnd had been calling heroes for centuries.

Looking at these young men, Brando was satisfied that the prototype of the Legion of White Lions had emerged —— he stepped forward, holding down his right hand on the handle of the sword of the earth, and said softly:

“The scourge of the wolf has passed, but your true enemy is near at hand, and now you are with me in a team, ready to return to the Green Tower - Hail Eruin. ”

“Long live Eruin! ”

A boil.

(PS: I made a few changes, I'm so sorry, I forgot to delete the draft when I wrote it, or did my bookmate remind me to find out. However, more than 3,200 words have been deleted, but there can be no less modifications to the starting point. Meow is a real hassle. Make up the number of dots behind it.

Send out the attributes of the chosen people right here, the group of book friends keep asking.

The Chosen One is a halo talent. The first level attributes are the commanding (must be direct reports) army, servants gain morale, defensive bonuses, the maximum number of races commanded is unlimited, and territorial honor will rise faster. Territorial glory is a special resource of the Lords system that can be used to enhance and open the higher levels of ability of objects like the central crystal.) (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.)