The Amber Sword

The black wolf lord ran to the front, his hair was dark, hard as a spur of steel, his eyes were like a green fire, as if he were a newborn demon in hell; as he ran, he fell on all fours, sharp claw teeth shooting cold light, he ran, his eyes could not catch its speed, he could only watch it from another hill to the valley, then from the valley to the opposite forest, all the feathers and arrows fell behind him, watching it approaching with open eyes.

The preacher gave a wary order to flatten the spear, while the noble soldiers of Grussia retreated in a wave, as if several visible ripples had appeared on the position. Sir Gruth and his knights were supposed to have swords in their hands, but the wolf scourge was the nightmare of the generations of Tonigal and the people of the woods - the dark shadows of the forest, the sign of the end of the myth that devoured everything - and the knights were pale.

“How did you meet this damn thing!” Grouse cursed.

The Grussians are still stable. Mountain people are even more afraid of the scourge of wolves. Several tribes in the rear have long been secretly separated and the tribes in front of them have made a mess. This is the fear that has been rooted in their hearts since childhood. Once it spreads like a scourge from the sky, brave warriors must also crack their livers and throw their helmets away.

The black wolves looked at the front of the line, less than a hundred steps, and the archers' projections had no effect on them at all. Sir Grouse's golden strength, excellent vision, and a glimpse of soft shooting can't even penetrate the hair of a black wolf. Behind him, the army is moving forward. The Grizzly Bear Lord is a cunning, volatile, unreliable old man. He can only order his own soldiers to go forward. Man cannot run from the Black Wolf, nor can horses. Sir Grouse has lived in the South for thirty years, which is clear.

The cold weather in the woods is hard, but even colder is the cold weather in the heart. There are only hundreds of black wolves, they look like horses, they're too fast, they seem endless. Sweating in the palm of your hand, it solidifies onto the handle of your sword, as if your breath is solidifying.

But the forest first came out with a young knight.

Brando raised his head.

Grouse first thought it was his own scourge, but then found out it wasn't. The young man looked up at him, and the two were distant from each other, but made him feel completely seen through.

“Who are you?” Grouse raised a bad premonition.

“Sir Grouse, when you're dreaming now, don't you remember that decisive turn back on the battlefield of Connor, you lost your honor on the battlefield, and now I've brought it back to you? ”

As soon as Brando opened his mouth, he shouted and looked pale, like he was in the deepest nightmare. Sir Grouse shook his finger at Brando: “You… you……” Twenty years ago, when he left his comrades on the battlefield to flee, he thought nobody knew, but now a young man poked through it.

Brando shut up, he didn't mean to ridicule each other, just to bring back the lost honor, as he said.

Behind him, the black wolf herd had emerged like a tidal wave, a creature opposite the wolf, but Brando could stand still in the wolf's tide on horseback, a strange scene that was even more frightening to his heart. Then the black wolf collided with the noble soldiers of Grouse.

It's like a black pigment blended into a grey green front.

At that moment, the flat spear stabbed the black wolf the size of the horse, but the metal spear tip could not penetrate the hard hair of the black wolf, let alone the rock deck below. The spear bent, cracked along the texture, cracked and cracked, the broken wood chips lifted up the front line of the position a smoke.

Most of Grouse's noble soldiers are still white, and the inferior officers in the infantry often have the strength of the Black Iron Scale. How can they be the opponents of the Black Wolf in the middle of silver? The first line of defense made up of thousands of infantry was pierced almost instantaneously and turned into a sieve with 100 holes of sores.

Human soldiers began to step back in company, mixed with cries and screams.

Sir Grouse seemed to have reacted from his own nightmare at this time, and he immediately ordered his knight to stabilize the second line of defense. The knights, all with silver power, took command as soon as they entered the position, attempting to stabilize their hearts with the assistance of ordinary soldiers.

But the Grussian position has begun to habitually collapse towards the center, with the wolves ripping out a huge mouth, just pointing to Sir Gruss at the top of the mountain. It's just as if Brando had said it before, and the knight who kept Denel alive, holding a long sword, watched the battlefield unfold.

The knights seemed to have been given permission to enter the two wings, and the two wings that were least attacked by the black wolves quickly stabilized, and the Grussians gradually discovered that the number of black wolves was actually small, and after a disturbance, the soldiers began to try to surround them from behind.

Abandoned the main line?

What a bold decision.

Brando raised his head among the wolves and looked away from Sir Grouse, not far from him by a thousand meters. This close proximity to the battlefield of Warnde is a test of the courage and wisdom of the commanders of both sides.

The Sir stood there motionless, looking at him, betting on himself, trying to surround him and the pack of wolves.

Such courage did not surprise Brando, as he had long anticipated.

Just for a moment, the wolves were completely surrounded. Two hundred black wolves, along with more than a hundred black iron median shadow rock beasts, face dozens of times more human soldiers. Falling back is no longer possible, and the comparison between the two sides is who gets to victory step by step.

Brando raised the sword of the earth.

The wolves automatically parted ways for him, and the sitting flying horse felt the master's urging and began to accelerate. His riding was not an ordinary flying horse, but a gift from a family of tree elves - a natural spirit flowing with silver blood, descendants of St. Mark's Ranal, a silver seed, and a unicorn fantasy creature, stronger and faster than an ordinary flying horse, and with the ability to manipulate plants and wind - Brando rode the wind's wings and roam the wind at this moment.

Like a stretched white line, he no longer had a pack of wolves in front of him, but a human soldier with a pale face and spear in his hand. Brando's long sword drew an arc, as if seven long swords had appeared simultaneously, and when it was numbered, more than a dozen long spears had been picked by him at the same time.

Brando flattened his left hand forward and drank: "Wind, give me power. ”

This is the element that makes the bicyclic wind system spell, beam flow.

The bursting airflow erupted like a hurricane behind Brando, and he went forward, as did the wind wall, and the soldiers in front of him were pushed away to form a hemispherical human wall, scattered in the middle of the sky, and these unlucky guys fell far into the crowd.

The Black Wolf Lord, whose back spine is like a giant beast, walks side by side with his master. He is born with the strength of the silver peak. After petrification, a ribbon-shaped rock deck has been created on the shoulder armor, forehead and back spine. His strength and defense have greatly improved. At this moment, he is approaching the primary-gold stage, and ordinary soldiers cannot get close to him at all. With a single wolf whistle, he can frighten a single person with soft legs.

One wolf at a time, in an instant, creates an unmanned belt nearly fifty meters long in the crowd. Behind them, the black wolves followed, widening the passage.

But two knights slanted out, one left and one right, trying to block Brando's way. Brando had the sword of the earth flat in his hand, a blade of light, a coat of armor flat, with a horse attached, and the upper body of the two knights flew high with the head of the horse.

seconds to kill the silver ladder.

All the rising Grussian aristocratic soldiers were frightened at this moment, brushing their feet together, in the gold field, which was no longer a battle that mortals like them could get into.

Brando marched forward again, and the enemy's soldiers backwards and backwards opened a way for him. Such a miracle was like a battlefield falling apart to greet him. Sir Gross has also become pale, such a young golden grade, which is definitely a genius from the Eru coefficients.

And this is not the Golden Primary stage, and when you see the gleaming areas of elements on Brando's sword, Grouse feels that the hope in his heart has turned to ice.

“What the hell is going on, these rebels...”

But when Brando saw that Grouse was still inactive, his mind was gone. He looked around, and there had been two consecutive gold-grade fluctuations in the crowd, "Surely there was an ambush, more than two gold-grades.” He looked at the two swordsmen who had slain themselves, both primary-gold, raw faces, either secretly cultivated or hired, and the family of the great nobility was rich.

Brando had no nervousness at all, and he kept moving forward, lifting his sword and splitting towards the first golden swordsman to rush towards him. This sword carries the power of a horse's sprint without any preservation at all. One sword is cut straight, and there is a meteor flying, and there is no forward movement.

That almost didn't spook the Golden Swordsman of the Denel family. He had never seen such a madness, knowing that he had given up his defense altogether on a one-to-two basis. The sword was clearly ‘I risked my life to give you a knife or not’ - it had no technical content, but it was enough to scare people crazy.

But of course he didn't want to end up with Brando, it was just that the sword came so fast that it was too late to dodge and he had to raise his sword to fight. His heart was already so depressed that he had attacked him one step at a time, but he was overwhelmed by the other's maniacal methods. He can only now count on his companions to seize the opportunity that Brando and his team, who have been working together for many years, will certainly not miss such a clear opportunity.

But what happened next left him a little unexpected. Seeing Brando ‘when’ a sword was cut on his blade, the huge force almost didn't break his hand. The guy ‘slipped' backwards, biting his teeth and scolding, trying to find balance, but he raised his head and found that Brando didn't need to look for the center of gravity, which was usually another perfect sword.

This surprise is really out of the sky.

… (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.)