The Amber Sword

The 'bang' crisps, and the arched windows are shattered like butterflies. As the cults entered, some of them wore monk soldiers' robes and some attacked the clothes of noble guards. Unfortunately, they all looked as cold as iron, and the sword in their hands flashed cold. Two hundred years ago, in the glorious era, all the nobles of Eruin were born and died with the progenitor King Acme. None of them were skilful, but most of the nobles of the kingdom today were drunk and dreamed of dying. In the face of these murderers, they were more like a backward falling wall backwards, a time of screaming and roaring of fear.

Only a princess walked among the crowd, as if it were a rock in the tide; the nobles remembered the majesty of the royal family, which bypassed His Royal Highness Griffin even as they retreated, and the Grand Dukes of Antilles were the same, but that was why they appeared particularly prominent in the lobby. The cult tiger entered the flock and cut a blood path with a knife in the crowd, as if it were not a human limb, but a thorny branch. For a time, the blood flowed into the river, and the scream of fear finally turned into an awesome cry.

Half-Pokémon Girl was iron, in any case present was the son of her father, but now she is the soul of a maniac's knife. On the one hand, she was angry at the temple's inaction and, on the other hand, held the hand of Sir Wolf, “Lord Ovewell. ”

“Her Royal Highness.” The Grand Master of the Palace snowed her eyebrows. She shouted out one step at a time: “The elder minister knows what orders you are going to give, but he also asks you to take your fate back and hurry to a safe place to hide. It is not appropriate to stay here for long. This is an area under the jurisdiction of the Temple, and the High Priest will naturally give us an account, and we will not have to go further. ”

“The kingdom's princes are bleeding to death, and when does Eruin's internal affairs turn to the Krutz?” Princess Griffin turned around and asked coldly, at this moment the momentum was like a sword out of a sheath, and the momentum was abusive to force the macaro who was about to speak to him to nitrogen. The cunning fox changed his face and thought that the princess's name was truly true. Seeing her appearance alone would often be deceived by her weak side.

“Lord Ovewell, separate the crowd!” Griffin faces don't change color. She took a long sword from her guard, one hand with long silver hair and a clean movement.

The nobles could not but turn aside a path, except that as soon as they turned aside, they revealed the evil cults behind them. Makaro, barefoot, couldn't help but scream badly, when they realized that the cults who killed them in the lobby were at least at the peak of silver, and a handful even reached their golden strength.

But retreating at this moment is no longer realistic, and Eruin, once a cunning fox, reacts so quickly and immediately growls: “Ovewell, take the princess and leave it to us! ”

He hasn't finished his speech yet, and a long blade blade of pitch black has been reflected in his curtains.

“Ah, how did you get your sword?” Everyone was surprised to see Brando draw a nearly half-height sword from under the cape; even Leewoods, Ouvell, Makaro and others were not allowed to carry weapons, but this guy's silent creation of such a murder weapon made it unbearable to curse the security of the temple.

Of course, they were wrong about the temple. Brando had a legacy dimensional hole inherited from Amman, the dark god, not to mention carrying a small sword of the earth, even with a crossbow gun in it.

Brando neglected them, with a familiar smell in the air, and he subconsciously stood in front of Griffin and struck a sword forward. Everyone was dazed, and Brando was clearly cutting in the direction of the air, but they didn't have time to react. ‘When’ a thin metal tremor penetrated the air, Brando suddenly twisted in front of him, and the clear aired as an assassin in a grey robe with a sword in his hand.

The assassin was also stunned and obviously did not understand how he had been found.

“Invisible spell!” Makaro's face changed.

But Leewoods was silent, and it was obviously not an invisible spell, but a particular ability. As the archmage who entered the realm of elements, he constantly had several kinds of spells of detection. District stealth was not enough to hide his eyes; but just now, even he had no idea that the assassin existed, 'but how did this guy find out?’ He looked at Brando and his deeply troubled eyes revealed deep doubt.

Brando would certainly not answer that he had dealt with these crucifix assassins, who frowned not as cults but as special soldiers from a principality near Eruin. The Principality is a subsidiary of Cruz, and if anyone here can mobilize these assassins, the greatest suspicion must be the Temple of Fire.

But at the same time, he didn't slow down, he bounced off each other's weapons with his hands, and then cut them straight to the next - a method quite different from ordinary swordsmanship, which apparently had no idea that Brando's swordsmanship was so lacking in aesthetics that he couldn't even lift the sword in a moment of stunner and was directly cut in half by a sword in stunner.

A shout of blood and guts scattered all over the place, and the long sword in the hands of the cults fell. This is how the people around them reacted. Ovewell stared at Brando, while Makaro and Leewoods breathed a sip of cold air at the same time. They more or less saw improved military swordsmanship from Nimatis and Freya, but this was the first time they had seen such sharp and direct swordsmanship.

“You're Brando, Brando of Tonigal, right?” His Royal Highness was extremely intelligent, and Brando's sword of the earth was so obvious that he saw his swordsmanship again at this moment, where there was doubt, he immediately frowned and asked.

Brando looked back at the actual future ruler of Eruin, Griffin, with some expectation on his soft face, and nodded softly, thinking of the future outcome of His Royal Highness. Half-Pokémon Girl suddenly stuck, her knight in the letter jokingly said to come to Ambethel to protect her, she thought it was just a compliment, but did not expect the knight she had never met to actually come.

“I didn't expect you to really come...”

“Of course I did.” Brando turned back to the cults who had killed him and answered.

“So you're here for me?” Griffin asked softly that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and the knight fighting for a beautiful princess was the most romantic thing. This is a legendary tale of Zinjin Hado, both in Eruin and in Cruz, among civilians and aristocrats, and Griffin never doubts his charm. Just Makaro and Leewoods frowned behind her.

“Perhaps for this reason," Brando hesitated, not to hide, "but this time I came for Eru. ”

“For Eru?” Griffin snapped.

“I don't trust anyone else," Brando lifted his sword and replied, "to be able to reclaim the flag of the first King Acme, because it's too bright to tolerate those who hide in the dirt. ”

The half elf girl smiled slightly, couldn't help but nodded and raised her eyes.

“Later.” Brando's eyes are on the front, the colours are unchanged, and plural cults are rushing through the gaps that open up in the crowd. By this time he had seen the cat tired, attacking several other directions the cults of Anlek and the Grand Duke of Sifah were considerably less, and nearly half of the cults rushing into the hall had come straight to them; Brando knew exactly what was going on and couldn't help but laugh, thankfully he was here, and if he hadn't come today, the future Princess Regent might actually be in danger.

It is well known that the court magistrate is less powerful than a warrior without preparation, and that Makaro and Leewoods and others are obviously not rivals to these ‘assassins' with bare hands, the other side has calculated that the princess will stay, and the situation today; what cult, this scene in front of him is simply a premeditated assassination, Brando frowned firmly, even suspecting Grand Priest Wood.

Brando only knows that this must not have happened at the Ambessel conference in history, that history has changed, but he has no clue where the roots lie. However, he was not nervous, and the cults intended to win the naval tactics, even though he was most unwilling to do so, were the group wars. With that in mind, he looked not far away at Grand Duke Sifah and Grand Duke Anrek - although it was unclear what was going on, now it seemed that the two guys must be the planners, and Brando smiled with disdain smile, "Now that you're going to play, I'll give you a meeting gift. ”

At this moment, the presence of the golden class among the cults has reached eight, a number that is already comparable in Eruin, almost equal to half of the high-end forces competing for the kingdom on the table. No one here, including Ovewell, believes they can win, even with Brando, and the princess is surrounded by only three golden classes.

“Brando, you can buy me some time, I can summon that day… that night those things.” At this time the countess next to her pulled Labrando's sleeve and asked quietly.

Brando looked at the pale Delphiry and suddenly felt a little sorry, "You summon those things, the temple will trouble you. ”

“It's okay, I can also summon some other alien creatures.” Dilfrey whispered, “If we don't summon, we're all going to die here. ”

“Too bad there's no wand,” Leewoods couldn't help complaining at this point. "Otherwise, it's too easy to deal with these guys. But it's the same now, and as long as you buy me a few minutes of this old bone, I can easily clean them all up.” The old man could not bear to blame himself for the temple of flames, if not for the temple's credibility, he would only have prepared a little, even without his wand, to be so wolfish as he is now.

“A few minutes, I can't do it at all.” At this time Makaro shook his head, "unless he was armed.” He glanced at Brando, just as Brando thought he was going to betray himself to the top of the tank, but he didn't expect this Eluin once sighed, "Brando, how's Cee? ”

“She's fine, this time she's here too.” Brando snapped, answering.

“You shouldn't have brought her," Makaro shook his head. Forget it, I'm not qualified to teach you. Although we only have one side, this time the princess will ask you to send the princess and the countess out safely, I will take care of this place. ”

Brando was stunned, but suddenly understood. Makaro had a crush on his talent, he had clearly shown a fondness for the King's side, and he was a genius in the field of gold at the age of less than twenty. The cunning fox looked after his future potential and the power behind him, so he preferred to stay and send him away. Brando had no doubt that if his talents were ordinary, Makaro would not hesitate to let himself go to the top of the tank.

But even so, this guy still touched him a little. Anyway, some perseverance is always worthy of respect. The King's Party certainly has no greed for life or fear of death. For some reason, Brando has returned to the days when he fought alongside his best friends for Eru.

He felt the blood burning, smiling and answering, “Actually, you don't have to, Mr. Fox. ”

“Hmm?” Makaro turned around and saw two light doors open next to Brando.

“Andrea, Medfis, kill these guys! ”

Brando's sword of the earth swung forward and a clear ripple - the power of the elements - swung through the air. Everyone takes a breath of cold air, enters the gold class and touches the wall of elements are two concepts, the world is often only very talented people have the opportunity to touch the realm of elements, and some people, even if they spend their entire lives wandering at the peak of gold, cannot understand the point of the elements, but Brando is clearly one of the few.

At the same time, two silver figures stepped out of a suddenly open white light door and the situation on the field instantly reversed.

… (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.)