The Amber Sword

Madara's proud and fearful army has never dared to cross a minefield.

Because there were always two men, a man and a woman, a woman, an elf, and she was proud to calm down as if the stars were shining in the sky, her younger age did not seem to be able to show such arrogance, but in no way hindered her temperament as commander in chief.

With a silver shuttle in her hand, Metisa pulled a crossfire and quietly stopped Tagus less than a hundred steps away. In her eyes, Madara's army seemed long gone.

And the man, a middle-aged swordsman. He had never seen Madara's army from beginning to end, but Madara's tens of thousands of dead did not dare ignore his existence.

Because he's Mayfister, the Grey Sword Saint.

“Pallas has launched an assault.” A black knight whispered in Tagus's ear.

Tagus nodded.

“What did Lord Installon say? ”

“My lord said that Eruin… has never lacked heroes, which is a military choice, and we must respect the glory above the battlefield.” The Black Knight answered in a low voice.

Tagus nodded.

“Then let's retreat, hoping to set foot on this land again in our lifetime.” The vampire commander looked at Metisa, then at Mayfister, and said so.

“We are dead, my lord.” The Black Knight answered in a low voice.

Tagus thought about it and nodded.

The shadow of the dead is a little hidden from the forest.

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The last 2,000 people on the battlefield, their enemies are merely a coalition of hundreds of mercenaries and tree elves and half-man in the sector.

But the results are long overdue.

But 2,000 soldiers of the Black Iron Primary, fewer than a hundred silver knights, whose enemies are hundreds of true silver medians, even silver peaks, survive the wolf disaster and experience hundreds of warriors.

The flying horse rose empty, and the tree elf's long bow and arrow did not flash. The battlefield was just a slaughter, and Parras listened to the screams of the young people around him, heartbroken as a knife. These used to be the future that he loved about Eluin - yes, the generation of Eluin's elderly knights who led the young knights to the battlefield, sang the knights' songs of war, and brought them the supreme glory - but the old knights found themselves powerless.

The raid had long been blocked, and Parras had seen at least four gold-class battles on the battlefield alone.

A red-haired ponytail girl with a gun, a tree elf, a half-man, and an incredibly beautiful girl with short hair and men's clothes.

This is what we call the rebels...

Since when, the golden flag on the battlefield has been stained with blood. The old knight watched a young face disappear from his face and suddenly felt that the farce was about to end.

Yeah, it's over.

The long gun in Sy's hand was no longer the first Thunder Gun, as it had been lost in the Black Forest and could not be recovered. Now she's got nothing more than a regular magic rifle, and Brando promised to help her find a good weapon after she left the Black Forest, but the girl subconsciously didn't want to use it to trouble Lord Lords.

She is now afraid that Brando will find her troublesome, and will she dislike her the way Makaro did that day?

But not without weapons, her strength is now a worthy first in Brando's camp. Though it must be a long way from Mayfist, Mayfist is not really Brando's own, at best an ally. As for Brando's actual strength, it's only a golden stroll. And Sy is the real golden peak of the goods, just one footprint away from the existence of elements.

The mere use of an ordinary magic gun has actually limited her combat power, but now that the young girl is a little ill, she grabs the long gun, holds her mouth and kills a few in and out of Denel's handicapped army.

Leaving Denel with these remnants is only Parras' own army. The knights and golden swordsmen, replenished from elsewhere, have long fled, and the rest, impossible, pose a threat to her.

Together with the pseudo-female vampire Medfis, she plunged into each other's formation, trying to completely divide and crush each other. Actually, even Cee herself can feel it at this time, and the other side is already at the end of the crossbow.

At this point, the long gun in her hand shocked and suddenly felt stopped. The girl raised her head slightly and a few people appeared in her eyes like a flame.

A squad of knights, to be exact.

The 'Knights of Parras' struck her heart, and she knew very well that the Silver Stage Knight was the backbone of an army, and if she could break them down first, then the war could end sooner. To think of it, she immediately killed the past over there.

Unexpectedly, the other party reacted quickly and almost immediately perceived her intentions. Four or five knights immediately came up.

‘Didn't know it was alive.’ Sy frowned and conceived. These knights should already know her strength, the Golden Peak, which is simply incomparable with these silver junior, downstream knights, but they rushed towards her without hesitation, and she saw nothing but resoluteness in their eyes.

All young people...

Seeing that young, somewhat nervous face, Suddenly a little intolerant, she remembered her deceased companions for a moment, and her hands were slightly slower. The gun that had originally been slain changed smoothly, snapping all these knights down their horses.

She moved forward, and then a knight appeared in the crowd, covered in armor.

‘Huh?’

Sy noticed that the knight was only a silver man, but with incredible experience, she avoided her shot. The young girl didn't think too much. She chased her up with one more shot, but she didn't expect the knight to shoot her long gun with one more sword. At the same time, she struck her with one sword.

Sy was a little nervous. She subconsciously assumed that she was a hidden golden warrior. She immediately retracted her long gun and stopped holding her hand. One shot deceived the other's center of gravity, and then opened the other's sword again. The last shot stabbed the other's chest armor.

There was virtually no room for three shots in a row, only to hear a crisp noise. The long gun instantly punched through the armor and stabbed the other side with a white stream of light.

‘Advanced Magic Armor!?’ As soon as Sy pierces each other's armor, she immediately feels wrong. The magic armor worn by the other is not the magic armor of an ordinary knight, but a higher ranking general armor.

And in this army.

There is only one man who can wear such a knight's armor.

She was shocked, but suddenly she felt calm. All the knights and soldiers of Jeannel who were fighting seemed to have stopped at this moment, initially only those around her, but the palpitations quickly spread like ripples, and the battlefield miraculously stopped.

“Lord Parras!” A young man who had just climbed out of the ground immediately jumped at the knight who had fallen from the Sydney Gun.

The old knight, poured in blood, coughed violently.

But his first move was to unmask himself.

That's an old man's face.

Full of wrinkles, the snow white eyebrows seemed to contain the wind frost belonging to the kingdom, his dim, gray eyes seemed to have seen too much wind and rain, he had seen the knights fighting high songs, he had seen the elderly knights lead the young knights to the battlefield without return, he had seen the glow and triumph belonging to Eruin, he had also seen the failure, the end of the curtain, and the final life of the kingdom.

However, such a glow, at this moment, as if it had been incorporated into such a pair of eyes that were passing away the light of life, flashing, as if everything in the past had returned.

Parras laughed.

He shook his hands at the knights next to him helplessly, then raised his head and asked Sy, "Where are you people, little girl? I don't believe you guys are just ordinary... rebels..."

Suddenly Sy felt a little overwhelmed. In theory, the old man in front of them was their biggest enemy in the war, but at this moment, she found herself a little unable to reject each other's problems.

“I'm Eruin.” She replied.

“Impossible, Golden Peak… Golden Peak… When did Eru develop such a young genius… Genius…" The old man shook his head weakly.

“I am an Eruin, I am a mountain dweller in Denel, I used to be a mercenary and Lord took me in.” Sy said seriously.

“Such stubbornness, the stubbornness of the Eruites, I believe you are Eruites.” The old man laughed, but it was as if he had exhausted his last glow in this smile: “But how could a genius like you succumb to the rebels...”

“No, there is no subjugation, Lord Lord is better than me. But even so, he's good to everyone, and I think he's the best lord compared to that grudge.” Sy replied seriously.

“Really? What is your lord's name… cough, name? ”

“His name is Brando. ”

“Brando... Brando...”

Pallas closed his eyes and suddenly sighed for a long time. He felt his hands and feet getting cold, unconscious and having difficulty breathing. But the old man had one last question, and he looked at the battlefield, and there was blood in the forest, and those were the blood of Eluin.

“What is… your purpose… here? ”

“I don't know, but the lord said he was trying to save Eruin. ”

“Save Eruin?” Parras' eyes seemed to shed all their light, and he looked at Sy with a complicated look: “How can we save...? ”

Sy shook her head directly: “I don't know, but I believe Lord Lord can do it. Just as nobody believes that you nobles can do that. ”

“We aristocrats... we aristocrats... cough cough cough...” The old knight suddenly laughed and shook his head with all his last strength: “Well said - by my command, my knights… surrender. ”

It's like rolling thunder, and all the young knights around are stunned: "It's impossible, my lord, you're dying here, and we're dying here. It's our honor! ”

“No," the old man closed his eyes weakly.

As if he had exhausted his final strength, he said so softly: "You must surrender for the glory of Eruin. ”

For the glory of Eruin.

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