The Amber Sword

The shouting shocked the heavens and the earth.

As if the black feathers and arrows covered the sun, countless dead spirits on the reddish earth swept from their side, and the cry of human misery, despair or anger was unclear behind them. Freya tried to turn around as hard as she could, but could not move. Then the young girl saw a knight with a white phosphorus flame all over her, sitting on a skeletal horse and walking towards herself, and the other side looked down at her, her eyes burning with the flame of a bear, and she had to relive it every night since this week.

But the dream was so real that Freya was too nervous to talk and stared at each other.

“You shouldn't have woken up, the descendants of Valkyrie were carrying too much fate," said the knight Dumb Wind voice. “Don't go along with everything for unrealistic beliefs. ”

The knight raises the sword in his hand: "Back off, or you will have no way back!” The voice sounded like a stern warning, with its hands forward, and the cold blade pierced her heart.

“Ah-” Freya shouted and sat up from the bed in cold sweat. She couldn't help but sigh lightly over her chest. This nightmare, which has been torturing her every day, has been haunting her since sometime. Freya doesn't know if it's some omen or whether she's been under too much training pressure lately.

She felt her heart pounding, but the hurried footsteps in the hallway outside quickly overwhelmed the sound. The dim lights made Freya realize that she had returned to reality, and that the footsteps outside should be those of the knights who had conveyed the message - many times as many as had seemed to convey information every day since the beginning of the war in the South. The forces, large and small, were temporarily drawn to the brink of this sudden war, even forgetting that the kingdom itself was on the brink of a civil war, because it was well known that the Dukes of the North would wait at least until the ice melted before driving under Ambethel South, making the war in De Neil more like a 'pre-meal appetizer', as Oberwell called it.

This appetizer is not necessarily a great irony for the Elouin nobility itself, but the nobles seem to be reluctant to wait and see how many teeth this tiger has left. For most people, the question remains as to how many teeth Count Denel has left, and of course, at the Royal Knights College, no one believes that Brando can win. At least Freya waits nervously for news from the front line every day.

Messengers pass through long corridors and through the courtyard behind the dormitory, information about the fighting is first sent to Princess Griffin. Half-Pokémon Princess glanced at the thin parchment on her hands and put it down - the news that the army of Parras was dealing with the 'rebels' had been transmitted, but there had been little substantial progress.

“Another day or two.” Griffin thought to herself, she said to the messenger, "Copy a few copies and give them to the other adults. ”

“Need other adults to come? ”

“No need, I'll see for myself the Winter Qin Moon competition and the Winter Twilight hunting. ”

The messenger bowed down.

……

‘Cunning Fox' Makaro couldn't help but shake his head and smile after reading the information on his hands. He tried to put the information on the top of a tall pile of documents on the desk next to him, but thought about it and stopped to retrieve the original action and walked out of his room with that thin parchment.

With the information at hand, Makaro went straight to Count Violet's residence, but was stopped and told that his friends had gone to the arena for a tour of the competition. Makaro remembered what seemed to be going on, so he borrowed a carriage to the arena of the competition miles away.

The Winter Qin Month competition has a long history in Eruin and throughout the southern part of the country, with projects such as horsemanship, shooting and swordsmanship, mainly to prove their glory to knights from all regions. Young people are passionate about such activities, and people can satisfy their heroic knots in such competitions. At Wang Li Knight College, such activities are even more significant, and college students often compete fiercely for the laurel woven from the winter green leaves to prove that they are the best knights of the year.

Competition has been prepared since early morning, and by morning it has become a mountain of people. Makaro was a good friend of Barry's, though, and it didn't take him long to find each other in the crowd. The Count of Violet, also from Lantoniland, wore a purple, silver-sided coat that matched his identity with three silver leaves at the cuffs of the coat representing his identity, without a hat, but with a goblet in his hand, he stood alone at the top of a wooden observation deck where he had a cold air.

Barry saw his best friend come to himself and raised his glass and laughed: "Five or seven years of Toldo, I know you don't like it. ”

“Actually, I don't like to drink anything.” Makaro answered with no courage.

“I know that alcohol influences judgment, and I don't judge anyway.” Count Violet stall.

“Did you get Tony Gehl's message?” Makaro doesn't want to get involved with him on this issue.

“You mean that joke about how many teeth an old dog has?” Barry asked in understatement.

“I mean, how long do you think the rebels will last? ”

“What do you think, don't you think that young man has a chance of winning?” Barry plays with the glass: “He's got a silver elf behind him and a dragon clan. ”

“The Silver Elf is just passing by. ”

“Where's the Dragons? ”

“The Dragons would not have expected that their intervention in the affairs of mankind would cause the temple to rebound, and no one wanted to provoke jihad, neither would the most lawless Grand Dukes in the kingdom. ”

“That's true, but the young man himself is no better than the shady trash of the Mongolian family, who, by virtue of his Pallas character, could have suffered a great loss. ”

Makaro grinned, “Really, I think he's stupid. ”

“How can you say that?” Barry asked intentionally.

“I thought he'd tear it down to zero, drag Pallas to Tonigal, consume 30,000 troops as an astronomical number, plus human mistrust with Madara, for a long time, Pallas would surely lose. ”

“But the young man built a line of defense in place to prepare for a proper battle with the Pallas Hall of Fame, disappointing our ‘cunning fox’ man, right? True, it's troublesome for Denel to be held hostage by a few people, but I hear he's doing a good job with Tony Gehl, perhaps to ensure food production next year. Have you ever thought that if he survives this war, he'll soon be a real pain in the ass for Denel?” Count Violet's eyebrows flashed slightly, asked.

Makaro looks at his friends.

Barry chuckled, “Well, I don't think he's going to make it, but it could be a miracle, you know, the miracle of the world always happens when people want it. Now we need this miracle, so I prayed piously, maybe Lord Martha will see me as a miracle in my face. ”

It's too unreliable to just rely on something vain like a miracle, so Makaro knows that his best friend is just kidding, and he's always been the same. However, the two figures at the top of Eruin's rank, who were not expecting to talk, were inadvertently listened to by a little girl under the wooden stand who was preparing for the next game.

“Freya, what's wrong with you?” A college girl pushed a stunned girl, as if she'd just returned to God: “Huh? Huh?”

“Hey, how can you lose your soul like a man?” The girl couldn't help but laugh.

“... what are you talking about?” Freya's face blushed, saying things between men and women, and those aristocratic girls were much more daring than her. Even though everyone is still talking, this young girl from the Butch countryside is overwhelmed.

But more than that, she still cares about what she heard before. She couldn't help but ask, "Tissa, who was it that was talking to? ”

She asked about the girl next door, her bedroom companion, Tissa, who, as she said herself, was a girl from a small aristocratic family, chosen here because of her magical gift.

“It looks like a nobleman's podium up there, and there are all the big people.” The girl replied, "A small aristocracy of our origins is similar to the difference between a civilian and an aristocrat compared to the real aristocrats above. It would be extremely rude of us not to even be able to go up and talk to them without permission. ”

She just remembered Freya's birth and couldn't help but say, "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. Besides, after you get out of here, you're at least half a nobleman.” The young girl said with some courtesy.

Freya just smiled at her, but she was in a panic. She doesn't know what's going on with Brando, but even the big men who control the fate of the kingdom don't like him now, does that mean that the situation there is already very critical? After all, Freya is a native native of Eruin, and her awe of authority cannot be reversed for a moment and a half, and she can only hope to fly with her wings to Brando to survive this ordeal with that young man, or worse yet, die with him ——

Freya didn't even know what she was thinking. She couldn't help but think about the little bits of her and Brando's acquaintance. Of course, they weren't all good memories. She couldn't help but think that at the time of the Golden Tree, she was kind enough to go to him and Roman. He, he, he actually assaulted her, and often took advantage of her and Roman.

With that in mind, Freya was blushing, but somehow she had a little sweetness in her heart. It's just that this little sweet twist turned into fear and repression, and I haven't even heard her name outside for a while.

“It's your turn, Freya!” The girl beside me finally can't see: “What's wrong with you, isn't it uncomfortable? ”

“No, no...” Freya remembered that she had come to compete in the competition. She picked up the long gun in a bit of a panic and was immediately white-eyed: “This is a swordsmanship competition...” The young girl said without anger.

“Ah!” Freya had no choice but to find a hole to drill down at the moment.

“Forget it, but don't hold on.” The young girl sighed and looked at her with some concern: “Remember to get a good grade, hey, if I hadn't known you, I would have thought which man you wanted to think of the idiot...”

Freya had just walked outside the observation deck and almost fell to the ground when she heard that, of course, she would not have admitted that she had been thinking about Brando before. But when it comes to getting a better grade, it's not easy to talk about it. Her ranks in gunshooting and riding are on a non-fashionable level. Though the swordsmanship is a little better, it's also not enough to see among the best young people selected throughout Eruin.

… (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.)