The Amber Sword

The Red Flag Cavalry collapsed in the forest and a red swallow tail flag fell.

The silence surrounding Parras and the finger of the experienced general grabbing the handle of the sword are also a little blank - the intelligence of the group of Rubis mercenaries, who have endured it.

The old knight closed his eyes and found a deep exhaustion in the wrinkles of his face. Sir Wade was a young man he admired, but the war was unfortunate and Eluin had lost too much blood. When he opened his eyes again, he remained indifferent in his dim eyes.

Now that the rebels have revealed their cards, the victory and defeat have been revealed.

“Let the knights of Denel, go on, and add a touch of ink to your glory.” He waved as if he had left the victory entirely to the young men.

With a cheer, all the knights from Jean Denel, the silver warriors shouted in unison.

But this cheer does not provoke any joy in Parras' heart.

Because Eluin was asleep, just like him, the old man's eyes passed through the twilight of the sky, as if he had seen the thick darkness. When even victory could not bring the colour of hope, all I saw in my eyes was the colour of intense blood.

What exactly is the deviation?

“The Knights moved.” Utah heard an indifferent voice in her ear, and the head of the mercenary turned around and saw Metissa's unchanged face. The little elf girl's face was still pretty cute with a bandage on her face, and smelled a little like an elf royal and princess general.

Yuta nodded.

Win or lose is just a thought away, even if she can see it. She just didn't see the chance to win, and the previous battle consumed a lot of her strength, and even in front of the fairy princess, she had difficulty keeping her manners slightly asthmatic.

Just like this line of defense, anyone can see it's shaken.

But Utah couldn't help but look at Metissa in front of herself, wondering if she was the pride of an elf, or if some kind of unnamed confidence stood behind this little girl in this situation.

But where does her confidence come from?

The head of the mercenary group gasped slightly, but for the first time, despite the anxiety and anxiety of the ‘own people' behind him, he turned back and asked piously: "How do we deal with this? ”

A woman's pride compelled her not to bow her head, and she wanted to see where the general's general confidence generally came from. Being a child, how can you know everything on the battlefield? Does this elf girl really understand what she's dealing with?

Utah was very suspicious--

But Metisa was sober.

“Blow the sign.” She said.

Utah looked at the fairy princess unbelievably, even though she was covered in silver armor, but still looked like a childish general at the moment.

“What about Madara? ”

Blowing is a signal to mobilize cavemen, but it is no secret that cavemen can hold Madara's final power, as both sides of the battlefield know. This is the last reserve on both sides of the battlefield, and whoever enters the reserve first loses the war.

Metissa glanced at her and grabbed the long guns around her in a bland motion, answering: "Get me the horses, I'm going to lead them myself. ”

“I...” Utah suddenly couldn't speak. She grabbed Metisa's shoulder: “My people can't die with you...”

“And you?” Metissa turned her head and asked her.

“I...” Yuta took a deep breath and nodded: “I'll stay with you, little sister. ”

Metissa laughed.

When the long horn sounds in the forest, it's like an ancient song, and both warring parties seem to feel a glimmer from the ancient reckless forest.

Longhorn Long, Pallas suddenly felt that time had reversed and returned to the days of the Roman War. There was only blood on the battlefield of Jihad to pay for the blood. In the absence of the Alliance in the past, it was a war without glory, but it was the medal of a veteran.

He licked some dry lips.

“is the caveman. ”

“The caveman appeared. ”

“Are we going to die? ”

“These rebels… are such respectable enemies. ”

“Where exactly did they come from? ”

Yeah, where the hell are these people coming from? The old knight suddenly feels a little confused, which is by no means a general rebel army, these are the best Eruin fighters. But why is the good Eluyn always bleeding his own blood? The old knight suddenly came up with the idea of meeting the young man named Brando.

He could not help but think that perhaps one day the Eruins could be reunited. But who would be the one to make it all happen? Are those dukes in the north, or the lonely princess?

Parras felt like he might not see the day, and he closed his eyes like he wanted to find the footprints of the first Jun Ek in his dreams.

“My lord?” The knights around them hesitated to ask.

“Inform Madara.” Paras closed his eyes and the old knight answered somewhat tirelessly. The knight nodded and retreated, but it was at this time that a shout of cheer suddenly appeared in the forest.

“What's the matter? ”

Parras squinted his eyes and his close-knight turned around at the same time. The direction of the cheer was actually the camp where the magicians were located, and the divinely nagging guys seemed to be celebrating something.

The old knight wrinkled his eyebrows unhappily.

“It seems that the wizards have discovered that not all the forests built across the street are real, and that a large part of the rest are illusions that they have been trying to solve before, and have finally found a solution.” A subpoena immediately replied.

Parras snorted softly, and the 30-member corps of magicians had played little part in the previous battle, causing his best young men to lose much more; although those in robes had explained that it was because they had been fighting a powerful wizard in the other camp, the old knights had always thought it was just a pretext, a stronger wizard than them. Isn't that a golden wizard? How could there be such a person in the rebels?

He couldn't help but think that those god-daddled guys were not credible. However, at this time, the other party is still doing the right thing. Although there is a suspicion of division of effort, it is not convenient for him to say more, just nodded to say that he knows.

But it didn't occur to me that the wizards were moving quite quickly, and the sound of singing was quickly heard in the forest below, followed by a huge wave of magic that even made ordinary soldiers in the forest feel their sweat upright.

Magical fluctuations that even ordinary people can sense naturally escape the eyes of a truly professional practitioner. In fact, Charles sensed the opposite movement as soon as the Wizard on the Denel side did it. But the young magician waiter looked at it and asked his apprentice, shaking his head:

“Leave it alone and let them take it apart. ”

“Let them tear it down?” The apprentice was a little confused.

“Bullshit, that thing is supposed to be scary. What's the use of war so far? Those idiots like to waste their magic, you leave it to them. What level of mental retardation do you have to go crazy with those idiots?” Charlton's expression of hatred was iron and steel, and he lit the other side's head: “Fighting between wizards, use your head more, understand? ”

The apprentice was scolded to death and nodded quickly. In fact, as a mentor, Charles is definitely not the best option, and at least in terms of patience, this young magician's servant is not as good as his master.

He looked again at all the wizards and wizard apprentices in robes and shook their heads: “Don't say I didn't warn you, keep some more magic to prepare for the final battle, I didn't bring you here to tell you. ”

“Sure," Charles shrugged: "If one has to die of stupidity, I can only do something about it. ”

His voice had just fallen, and there was another much louder cheer in the forest. Everyone turned to the north bank of the Gris River and this time hailed all the ordinary soldiers from Jeannel, Pallas, the Grizzly Bear Collar and Grouse, even the mountaineers.

Because the illusion of the forest is melting.

This is good news for everyone in the army, as if to herald the arrival of the final victory, whose enemies have lost the last barrier.

Tagus and his Black Knight Guard stood in the forest like a shadow, and the golden pupils of descent sparkled with indifference, as if the victory or loss of the war, or the war itself, had nothing to do with them. Behind them are tens of thousands of dead armies, silenced as if they were steel walls because they did not need to breathe.

The One-Eyed General's eyes fell on the army of cavemen covered in thick armor.

“Caveman Squad.” Put down the iron gloves and turn around, "he said.“ These are the human cards. Let's go, I want a Madara victory - for His Majesty the Emperor! ”

The Black Knights pulled out the snowy machete and responded with a low voice: “With the will of a mercury wand. ”

But it was at this time that another horn sounded in the forest.

Long, wooded voices.

Tagus stopped.

He listened as if in his side ears.

“is the offensive number. ”

How dare they attack? Pallas felt himself suddenly shut his mouth and all the soldiers in the midst of cheering shut up. Because behind the ablated forest, they actually saw something that wasn't supposed to belong there.

“Attention, all units! There's a strange army on the left! ”

“The other party did not respond to the flag, it could be the enemy! ”

The rangers shouted back and forth.

……

This is exactly what Brando saw when he split the branches of the trees stacked in front of him. A platoon of Pokémon shooters riding on a flying horse also appeared from both sides of him, and he turned around and looked at Quinniel:

“Guess where their chief is? ”

“You humans should be called generals, I think on that mountain. ”

“I'm saying this to go home and follow the custom.” Brando looked at this elf chief with surprise.

“Nor do we have a grand chief, you mean the Orc...” Quinnier couldn't bear to hang his teeth.

“Almost,” Brando shrugged, looking at the rising and falling forest ahead and the Gris River, which was almost stained red: “But I don't think Pallas was foolish enough to expose himself to such an obvious place, where he could be in the position of a knight lord under his command, hmm...”

And he thought, “But that's about it. I think that's enough for a surprise. ”

Brando overturned: “Repel, have you cleared the enemy's whistles? ”

“It's already been cleaned up," replied one and a half people immediately: “But my lord...”

“But?”

“Found a hunter's cabin...”

“The hunter's cabin? ”

……

(PS: The cold is not ready, and yesterday I had a few nosebleeds, tragic. By the way, two more. Oh, classmates, keep the tickets up, keep the power up. Tomorrow, two more!

In addition, here are a few questions: The rating area has classmates' background and difficult to understand, how to say, as a self-created world, there must be a lot of background about humanities and the world. If I write this set, I'm afraid it's also dozens of millions of words. First of all, you don't necessarily have the leisure time to read it, and secondly, I definitely can't eat it. Instead, spread it out a little bit, some settings if you don't understand, you can choose to skip first, you can think of him as a background, really important settings, I will also describe them in detail, repeatedly mention, maybe you don't understand them at once, but more later understand them.

Secondly, Freya does not have a true Amber Sword in her hand, it is just a name, and Nimaceus hopes to take this sword to fight the fate of Eruin at dusk. In addition, yesterday at the poster bar, someone asked Ni Maises if she was going through, and I didn't answer that question at the poster bar because I thought there must have been a lot of people who wanted to know the answer to that question, and I didn't say much about the plot, but I can tell you for sure that she wasn't going through.) (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.)