The Amber Sword

Freya took a breath and walked onto the table of the competition, a 10x10 square stone stand built specifically for today's competition, one and a half meters off the ground, either falling off the table or actively admitting to losing. Freya had already won two games before, but the more powerful she was at the back, the less confident she was that she would be able to move on.

I couldn't help but get a little upset thinking about Freya, and Brando sent her here to make her stronger so she could protect everyone in the village. But now she can't even say she did it, and even compared to the geniuses of those monsters, her original confidence has been flattened a lot.

Freya raised her sword, this time against a senior college student. Nimaisie watched as usual, but she saw Freya's condition and couldn't help but frown.

“A distracted heart cannot prevail.” The senior graduate student also saw this and couldn't help but sound a reminder.

Freya Rin suddenly retracted. She raised her head and for a moment everything she saw overlapped in her dreams. The red earth stretched endlessly beneath her feet, and her opponent became the phosphorus-fired knight.

She couldn't help shaking her head and trying to get out of this illusion. But her opponent had pulled out her long sword and Freya was shocked and couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream - at this moment she had completely forgotten the point of swordsmanship and only thought about subconsciously retreating and hiding.

There was a laugh on the stage, and besides the aristocrats, who were college students, they had never seen anyone wandering off on the field.

“Freya, what are you doing!” Nemathis couldn't help crying with a frown.

But it was at this time that a white light suddenly appeared on Freya's forehead, and a pair of light wings stretched out from behind her and 'dinged' smashed open the long sword in the hands of the college student.

“What is that! ”

Next to the princess, several heavenly subjects rose together. Before the scene on the field happened to fall into their eyes, only the white light flashed in the hands of the senior college students and the long sword flew out, and this was not over, only listening to the 'buzz’ slightly, as if resonating with the general college far away suddenly a white light rose.

“That's the direction of the Pine River!” Immediately recognised among the nobles.

His voice fell, and everyone saw the rising white light suddenly deflecting in the middle of the sky, drawing a long arc straight to the college.

“This... this is...”

In front of the public, the white light actually fell perpendicularly on the field of the game, in front of Freya. Then the white light went out and revealed the true body of a stone sword that was stuck on the ground.

Don't talk about other people at this moment, even the parties themselves are frightened. Freya had no idea what had happened, and she just felt that the sword in front of her seemed to be calling out to herself, and that voice was so friendly, like Brando's warm words of encouragement.

But Freya jumped straight into her heart at this moment and didn't know what to do for a while.

The time on the field was silent and the crows were silenced--

“Fu, Freya, you, you have a strange pattern on your forehead -!” It's just that Freya suddenly heard Tissa screaming her voice underneath, she subconsciously touched her forehead, she actually had a tingling sensation, put her hands down and it was all blood.

Are you hurt? How could it be? The young girl clearly remembered that she had blown away the sword with a white light. She was not even close to her, so how could she get hurt? She couldn't help but hold the sword in her hand and photograph her forehead, which revealed a beautiful sky blue crest on her forehead.

“This… what is this? ”

Of course Freya doesn't know that this pattern has a nickname in Brando's past world of games - the Female Martial Arts Pattern.

This is what Martha gave her the glory of a lifetime, the mark of faith in the hearts of all Eruin players, the lighthouse of Eruin and the flag.

But she didn't realize it at the moment, she just felt lost. She raised her head somewhat frightened, but was looking at Nimmasis with a pair of dark and calm eyes: "Pick up that sword, it belongs to you, Freya. ”

There is an indescribably complicated light between the divine colors of Nimaisi at this moment, but her first sentence is so resolutely said.

Freya flashed.

Nimatis nodded at her again, the girl took a breath, she raised her head and looked around, all as if holding her breath and waiting for her next move, she hesitated for a moment, which took the courage to approach the stone sword.

She held her hand on the handle of the sword, cold in the hand, and gently lifted it up.

And then a miracle--

Everyone saw countless pieces of gold emanating from the inside of the stone sword, and the pieces of rock covered in the sword fell off, revealing a golden sword. The sword is more than three feet long, with open wings at the hand, covered by the Lion's Heart crest, and the sword is as brilliant as gold.

“Lion Heart Sword -!” Next to the princess, her teacher, the old man, who had to respect three points for everyone, couldn't help but shout out.

“No, not the real Lion Heart Sword, not the same as described, as if, some rules had changed.” The half fairy princess seemed much calmer, but she looked at the sword in Freya's hand and her eyes sparkled with indescribable light.

“Before the movement, it seemed to be a blood awakening, right?” She turned right back and asked Ovewell behind her.

“Seems so. ”

“Everton Family Bloodline isn't that simple, so pay more attention to her. ”

“Just a lion's sword is enough.” Ovewell replied: “After all, the Lion's Heart Sword is in the South and now it's time for the Yankees to panic. ”

“Just make sure that little girl is on our side.” A nobleman asked with some concern: "If a lion's heart sword falls in the hands of an outsider...”

“Don't worry, Freya's a simple girl, and I'm sure she'll be on our side.” Griffin glanced at him lightly and replied.

“Yes.”

And Ovewell looked at the princess, as if she had some kind of wisdom to see through everything, as if she were asking, "Are you really on our side, Your Highness?"

The half-Pokémon Princess calmed down slowly and could only laugh in her heart. She thought of the young knight in that story, and indeed, Elouin's future fate was in the hands of whomever she could not see clearly ——

Griffin looked at the sword in Freya's hand and couldn't help but wonder if it was the punishment that Lord Martha had given everyone for breaking his vows.

But why would he be spared?

……

“Lord Nimmasis...”

The faceless knight turned around and looked at herself and called her Freya. She missed her head, as if she was asking, "What is it?

“This, this sword...?” Freya feels like she's still dreaming. This sword is definitely not a soldier, but why did this sword come to her on her own initiative? She's still a little upset.

“This is your thing.” Nimmasis replied.

“But... this is also inevitable...” When Freya thought of the legend of the Lion Heart Sword, she jumped straight into her heart. She was a pure Eruin. She grew up listening to those stories as a child, and when she thought of what happened in those legendary stories was connected to herself, whether it was the first King Ace or the Lion Heart Sword, it made her feel too unreal.

“Freya, I used to know a girl just like you, who was as stubborn and strong as you, and had her own ideals," Nimaisie looked at the girl and suddenly said, "I was a little girl, and I always admired her, and I remember she had a sword, just like yours. ”

“Hmm?” Freya stunned.

“The sword is sharper than the sword, but it's not as strong," said Nimatis. "I think the sword suits you better, Freya, and maybe one day it'll change everything. ”

“What, what do you mean, I wouldn't really understand if you said that, Lord Nimaisi... ”

“I mean, don't you give it a name? ”

“But it's the Lion Heart Sword. ”

“That's Acme's Lion Heart Sword, but not anymore. ”

“What do you think it should be called better? Me and I don't have the gift of naming.” Freya couldn't help but say a little embarrassing.

For a moment, Nimaisie felt that the Lion Heart Sword in the girl's hand was supposed to be crying. But she shook her head and sighed and replied, “Just call me Amber. ”

“Amber? ”

“Um, amber, amber sword. There is such a sword in the poem of the Krutz, it is the legendary sword and the only sword of all the holy swords that can make the bearer fight against destiny," Nimaisis replied earnestly: “The previous owner of the Amber Sword was the legendary knight of the blue sky, the one who broke through the sky and led the stars to fall and open the second century...”

Freya nodded with the long sword in her hand. “I see, Amber, that's lovely. ”

The faceless knight suddenly felt that Freya was telling the truth that she had no talent for naming, but she shook her head and didn't stop much after that and turned around.

“Wait, Lord Nimatis," Freya called her again: “Well, what happened...? ”

“Later? ”

“I'm sorry, I mean the girl you said looked like me, then what? ”

“Later?” Nimatis glanced at Freya and smiled slightly: “Then there was no after--”

“How is that possible!” Freya couldn't help but stare.

But there was no aftermath...

Brando, walking in the jungle, suddenly had some palpitations, and he subconsciously touched the tablet in his arms, which was vibrating at a slight frequency.

“What's the matter?” Queenie the Tree Elf noticed his anomaly and asked back.

“Nothing.” Brando shook his head.

It's the Lion Heart Sword, but how could the Lion Heart Sword have sensed him at this time? It's been months since the last time. It felt a little strange, sort of like some kind of contractual information, and Brando felt a familiar, even a little friendly, smell from the other side.

It feels so strange, don't say that now, even in the game, he has never heard of it.

But now he can only suppress these thoughts, because the half-man who opens the road ‘blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

“Here we are." Brando took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and stopped all the elves and mercenaries behind him - the land in front of him, the territory of this legendary young man, with everyone's eyes on Brando.

This farce in Tonigal begins with a final drawing.

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(PS: Two chapters approaching 7,000 words, the cold is getting worse. Well, actually, I feel like I'm going to hang up, or I'm already hung up. It just leaves a residual will in the code word. This will is quite powerful. Look, it not only knows the code word, but it also sells adorable tickets! Have some monthly tickets, if you can help me, there's more tomorrow, classmates ~ ~

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