The Amber Sword

How is that possible?

The Golden Swordsman of the Denel family almost didn't stare out at his eyes. Brando's swordsman's horsepower was the perfect sword to use up all his strength. Normal people who didn't cut a sword like this would be in a state of exhausted old power, unborn new power, commonly known as rigidity - but Brando was almost a sword cut, and almost no sword harvested was a sword again.

And how this sword sees perfection, how it sees it, is another sword that has exhausted all its strength, almost no difference from the previous sword.

This is a distortion of mechanical principles.

It's like a sword struck by two people.

Let the Golden Swordsman of the Denel family no longer understand, and he doesn't need to understand, and if he doesn't lift his sword to block, he's bound to say goodbye to the world. But he could totally imagine that if he stood in the way of the sword, he would surely be drawn to the ground directly by the other sword.

Because he can't even get his balance back now.

But at this time, I couldn't care less. The Golden Swordsman of the Denel family wanted to cry without tears. I had no idea what was going on. I could only raise my sword. Then a loud bang made Brando fly out with a sword, like a dead fly on the ground.

The first and second swords were almost instantaneously completed, and Brando seemed to imagine two shadows directly 'snapping' and photographing the swordsman as if he were educating a child, and it was at this time that his companion arrived.

Actually, the second swordsman who only caught up at this time was a little crazy.

Normally, this gap between zero and a few seconds before and after would have no effect at all. But this time, just as the second swordsman arrived, he found that Brando's third sword had been stabbed out by his own fallen companion - it was like the second sword had been taken and not taken back, and the third sword was already on its way - don't mention how weird it was, if you can, the family swordsman who made Denel want to grab the ground with his head and cry: this thing is going to open!

But he doesn't have time for this extra move right now, because if he doesn't do it again, his people are really dying. But obviously it is also a golden strength, even if there is no room to fight back between the three moves, it is just a little unacceptable to leave.

He immediately came out with a sword.

In theory, Brando's three swords in a row gave up almost every defense he could to his peers. He did so at this time, not to mention grabbing the first chance to catch the other party's loophole, at least to achieve Wei Wei's purpose of saving Zhao is fine.

But at this point, what made this family swordsman of Denel spit blood was that he clearly saw Brando's sword stuck in the heart of that incredible swordsman who fell on the ground —— the look on his face was like, "Do you hate me so much?" You don't want your own life anymore? But at the same time, he saw Brando strike himself with a sword.

Perfect, a sword that runs out of strength.

“It's impossible!” A family swordsman who almost didn't shake his hand and threw his sword away, screaming at his head.

But whether it's possible or not, Brando's sword struck his blade precisely. And what happened behind it was the previous reprint, six swords, two golden swordsmen in the hall, were simply stabbed to death on the battlefield by Brando in a matter of seconds.

In fact, it doesn't have to be that easy for ordinary people to kill a dog.

For a while, the whole left-wing battlefield was silent.

Brando pulled the sword back from the body of the second swordsman, wiped it against each other's clothes, and raised his head to look around. Where he could see it, the Grussian noble soldiers were frightened to retreat as if it were a tidal wave, spreading as if it were a contagious fear, quickly turning into a message of collapse.

Brando moved forward, thousands of soldiers screamed as if they had seen a ghost, and the people in front were finally completely unbearable. They shouted, dropped a piece of weapon, turned around and ran away. At first, it was only a small part of the people in front of Brando, but it broke the last confidence of the Grussians, and the soldiers began a massive collapse.

A one-person centric collapse.

On the battlefield, Shanghai is defending Sir Gross's SS, as well as his knights.

Brando is still far away from each other, but it's less than 100 meters away. But the two sides seemed to have no intention of engaging again, and Brando stood around the wolves, and he saw the human knights in front separate ways.

Behind it is Sir Grouch, dressed as a horse.

In fact, Grouse understood that he had lost, but he had not admitted to losing.

The knight, who had abandoned his comrades on Connor's battlefield and fled, is now sitting on his horse with a long sword, ordering everyone to stay, but fighting Brando alone.

He had a long sword in his right hand, sat on the horse's back, and extended his left hand far to Brando Ping.

Brando looked at him and thought to himself, "This is a challenge."

He nodded.

Then Sir Grouse raised his sword and shouted, "Eluin, your sword will always shine! ”

The wolves are separated.

Brando's moving forward, he's not fast.

Grouse rushed from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and Brando slowly rushed from the bottom of the mountain to the hill, where the two crossed. Brando handed the sword of his right hand directly to his left hand, grabbed a sword of Grouse with the claw of Bahamite, without any tricks, and stabbed him in the chest with his left hand.

Boom, huge thrust knocked Grouse down the horse. The veteran, who had been through the November war, rolled a few laps and laid face to face, using his last strength to look up at the young man on the horseback.

“The glory you brought back, coughing...” The sound of the burning under the mask said, “I've got it. ”

Brando looked down at the guy and said, "Actually, I'm here to tell you that they didn't blame you. That war, it's not your fault. ”

Sir Gross was stiff: “How... could it be, cough, you didn't lie to me? ”

“The oak tree from Decotta's hometown, you know, he commissioned me to let you take care of it. When he was a kid, his father planted it.” Brando whispered.

“It's really him... whoo...” The knight cried like a child: “I'm sorry for them...”

Brando didn't talk.

The November war was a mistake in itself - he knew the story of Grouse, a task that stemmed from the game. Sir Gruth is full of regret for his mistakes, and in ten years he will be releasing this task to all the players he recognizes - famous tasks that no one in the South knows or knows about. The name of the mission was' atonement ’, and Brando was admiring the old knight because a man would at least confess to his actions, and in fact he did not make much mistake on Connor's battlefield that year.

He was only following orders.

Sir Gross lost his breath in tears, Brando sighed, and the battlefield was filled with Eruin blood. Instead, he had to put an end to the Kingdom's war by doing so. Perhaps only after the baptism of blood and fire will the country be reborn.

He raised his head and looked at the only remaining knights on the battlefield.

“Leave,” he said. "This is no longer your battlefield. ”

But the knights shook their heads.

“We don't know what you know, sir, but you have brought back glory to our lord, which is noble behavior, thank you,” replied a leading knight, "but this is where we died. ”

A sword draw.

Brando shook his head, and he turned around and the black wolf hugged him.

……

Mountaineers fled in fear, Sir Grouse died and the Grouse coalition collapsed. Lord Grizzly was always hesitant to go forward. Madara hasn't moved yet, but the dead are already untrustworthy.

The situation on the battlefield seems to have been reversed. Obviously it's such a solid advantage that it doesn't exist for a moment. The mountains started to smell like loneliness.

Parras on the front suddenly felt a deep tiredness, looking around, and the winning wings in the eyes of the knights around him remained firm. But the bodies of soldiers on the battlefield were pillowcases of each other, full of broken spears and broken armor, and the broken flag was stained with the colour of the sunset as if it were blood.

In fact, it has failed.

But he could return to Pallas, and the rebels couldn't keep him. As long as he's still around, he can form coalitions, and Madara, though on both ends of the rat, is still a force to rely on.

Just...

Victory is so close, as if it were available, obviously close to the eye, but why does it turn into a shadow between eyes, or is it simply an unrealistic expectation? Eluin, what's going on?

Everything familiar has gone far, leaving only the smell of past memories. The older knights marched with the younger knights, telling the young man before they marched the faith of Eruin, which was passed down from generation to generation. Pallas was young, and he still remembers the knights' songs.

But those songs are no longer being singed--

The kingdom of ageing is like a broken wall, covering all the light. The old knight seemed to see the nascent light piercing the pitch-black wall, a path piercing, how much he wanted to see the hope after the wall, but before that, he was destined to be crushed under it.

When news came from both sides of the battlefield, he lost control of the army. Most of the soldiers of the foreign territories fled, and the lords, large and small, retreated behind the battlefield with their armies, and Parras did not want to ridicule these cowards because there was no point.

He continued forward with 3,000 people belonging to the Paras territory, the old knight's mask stained with sunset blood, and now he was going to finish the war.

… (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.)