The Amber Sword

The stars of each other have risen at night. The Rage of the Wind, the layer of clouds, cannot shield it from its glow, which is the star of Martha, the symbol of order and wisdom.

It is morning and there is a slight light beneath the pitch-black sea. Brando looked up silently at the skyline of the skyline, silently calculating the time - three hours from the sunrise of the next day.

3: 00 A.M.

An unseen figure emerged beneath the sea off Ambesseur, with a raised fin like a knife blade that separated the surface of the water and painted a white wave on the surface of the volatile wave.

Sannir arrived quietly on Brando's side, and the male Naga watched the Nagar army cross the bay in the storm, unable to help erect its blue-grey fins and rise against the wind and rain.

“This is my kind of warrior.” He turned around and looked at Brando with his prismatic vertical eyes.

Brando was silent and there was only a flame burning in his heart. Finally, this day - after half a year of hard work, history has finally returned to its origins, its future is unknown, but everything has been abandoned in his heart.

If we win, we will finally drag this shattered future a little further from its original historical trajectory. Her Royal Highness, the Goddess of Martial Arts and even the Little Roman, anyone and belief attached to this great ship can continue to exist.

If you lose, Brando's lips are tight and his eyes are dark. In the darkness, lightning tore the boundaries of the sky and the sea, as if the flames of the bears burned over Eruin in the past.

His eyes also burned with flames of bears.

Brando glanced back at Sannir, the male Naga couldn't help but lean back and his heart was slightly nitrogen. Such determination and will have been seen only in Her Majesty's eyes, and those who possess such firm will will will eventually cause a wind wave over the sea.

The half elf girl also retracted her gaze from the dark sky, as if the clouds could not cover her gaze, behind which the stars of each other were rising slowly, and Martha showed the world the coming of dawn.

And the sky is about to dawn--

She turned back, Macaro, Leewoods, Count Barry, Ovewell, and the crowd were all around, as if the King's Party had never split, and everything was still the same.

There was a slight trance in her mind, as if history hadn't changed, and the wheels rolled forward, and she could eventually unify the whole of Eluin with the help of these people, but further forward, it was still dark.

“Your Highness, get in the car. ”

Griffin turned around and looked at his mentor for the last time, and Leewoods had some shame in his eyes. She turned back with great disappointment, and if they were so stubborn, that would be fine.

The carriage was parked in the rain, pitch-black as if it were a coffin, and Her Royal Highness opened the door, raised her head and walked onto the carriage like a true member of the royal family of Eruin.

The ‘cunning fox' Makaro turned his back on his horse, a nobleman but also a horse for the rest of his life. At this moment, he was on the back of the horse, straightened like a spear; the eyes of all around him gathered, and he pulled out his sword and pointed forward:

“Let's go! ”

With a sound of horseshoes, the Royal Knights began to gather beside the convoy, caping themselves and walking silently in the rain. Black team, winding through the mountains and woods.

Freya listened to this neat, uniform horseshoe on her side. After a night of sleepless sleep, she looked a little tired, and the young girl turned back, and the knight of the lake, who had been silent, simply lagged behind her shoulders.

“Mr. Knight. ”

“Today, I may have to use it to kill... The other side is also an Eruin, even yesterday's comrade... I may have to shame Lion Heart Sword, sorry. ”

“The sword is never ashamed of killing.” Cold answer, this is his first sentence in a few days.

Freya turned back in surprise.

“The sword walks in the shadow, and the saint teaches.” The Horseman of the Lake answered profusely.

Then a silence.

And in front of all of us, is the port of Ambethel, where the wind and rain are as bad as the rain.

……

“Your Highness, let's go! ”

After reading the note on his hand, Caglis immediately turned to his lord. Though the voice is deliberately steady, it is difficult to contain the similarly bright flames in your eyes, "Lord. ”

“I get it.” Brando nodded.

Everyone's eyes fell on him.

It was already before dawn that a vast wave of change seemed to be breeding beneath the pitch-black waters in the distance, and a white line had broken out; Brando took a gentle breath: "The White Lion Legion. ”

“Yes!”

Young people promised that the current wind and rain would be insignificant after the grinding of the black forest. Instead, it was the former enemy's strength that provoked their indomitable mind. Young people were uncompromising. No one cared whether the battle was right or wrong.

Mind you, it's just World War I.

This day will surely be written on a long page of history -

“The Royal Party is on its way. ”

Almost at the same time that Brando received the news, the same news was sent to the Temple. With the departure of the messenger monks, the gloomy Grand Priest of Meros turned back and the Marquis of Uxi, hidden in the shadows, bowed his head in a hurry and respectful manner with Baron Barclan.

“History is rewritten here.” Meros replied quietly.

“Order the White Lion Legion into the city...”

As if at the same moment, countless messages were transmitted through various channels to every corner of Ambethel. This harbour has been silent for too long in the storm, and at this moment it is like an awake beast, starting to stretch its claw teeth.

At 5 a.m., the main entrance to the cavalry camp of the Harbor Guard opened and the patrol cavalry leaned out. At 5: 20, the city is under siege. Half an hour later, the Port Authority of Ambesseur officially announced that the port was entering the storm season.

Seal the harbor.

……

“Assemble, prepare! ”

A set of armor was unloaded from the boat, opened the tarpaulin bag, removed it, and dozens of young White Lion Corps officers started armor —— armor that they had tried on that once or twice, but most of the time they could only wear training armor.

But just one or two times is enough to make everyone understand the power of this armor.

This armor set, a true white lion armor, references the opinions of both Brando and Otales and is only as strong as the original. These young men from Tonigal may not understand what this means, but a magic armor alone is enough to get everyone a breath of cold air.

Even Groudin couldn't help but equip himself with a magic armor to defend the knights. For the price of a few magic armor sets, you can almost buy a rich territory.

The new version of the White Lion Armor looks a bit like Maximi Armor, the peak of another medieval armor in the world. Without leg armor, however, the leaves of the armour skirt are also a flake distribution, and the helmet still features the traditional wind elf full-shoulder helmet - the biggest feature of which is the white lion's head armor on the right shoulder, which has long been cancelled in the modern white lion armor of Eruin, but which, in Brando's hands, has returned to the land of the Warnde continent.

This armor is naturally inspired by Brando, and only a unique soul in his body can create an aesthetic that transcends this world or even the times, an aesthetic from another.

But it has to be said that art is common. The new edition of the White Lion Armor has an exhilarating beauty that is more breathtaking when it comes to clustering; such a straightforward expression, Eruin is very rare in this era.

Craftsmen are also artists.

Brando's designs, even the master craftsmen and Otales, were so colorful that in the end they could only attribute this seemingly innate multi-talented ability to the word 'freak’.

Soon the White Lions will be ready. All the young officers assembled and stood neatly in front of Brando, awaiting examination.

Not only did Brando hold his breath at this moment, even Charles couldn't hold his breath, but Merliah and Antitina, the goddess from Tonigal, were facing each other:

“My God, isn't this the legendary White Lion Legion? ”

“Exactly as documented.” Charles shook his head in amazement and was there when he designed the armor, but he didn't expect it to work like this when he put it on.

“Though I have never seen the White Lion Legion, there are armies so strong in the world that I really want to be born in the time of the first Jun Ek.” Tiger Sparrow couldn't help but nod his head in admiration.

The White Lion Regiment was reborn.

Only Brando and Otales really knew that the one in front of them was the real Legion of the White Lions. The Eluin, who has been wiped out of history, is now back, as if to bring the will of the former king back to save this sinking kingdom.

The sword is in your hand. Is it time for your vows to sound again?

“Lord, please review.” Caglis' eyes gleamed and said aloud.

Brando smiled slightly, and in this world, the White Lion Armor is the infantry light armor of Zhengzi. Rather, it is infantry armor in the form of cavalry armor, which is often much more protected than infantry armor due to different weights.

But only White Lion Armor has crossed this line.

Its greatest characteristic is the inheritance of the magic of the rear half of the wind, and the core of the entire armor is weight loss. But not only that, the wind, though gentle, has a fierce side. The power of the wind on the White Lion Armor is mutually reinforcing, the protection and attack are one of the most perfect made armor in history. Otherwise, the White Lion Infantry would not have said 'cavalry on earth'.

‘King's Knight Unites the South’, Swordsman's Knight, just one family.

The time is almost up.

Brando turns around.

A carriage arrived late through a thin rain screen, and the broken sword's home emblem on the walls of the carriage seemed to have crossed history; the carriage stopped not far away, the door opened, and the carriage contained the slightly quiet face of the Countess, who was out of Swallow Castle.

“Mr. Brando, the swordguard family made a promise that its descendants had never forgotten their vows before the sword. And now, for the last time, I'd like to invite you to come with me. Can you show me your face? ”

Quiet voice, penetrating the sound of the rain.

“With pleasure.” Brando smiled and replied. He turned around and said, "Caglis, you got this. White Lion Regiment, cooperate with Operation Sannir as planned and do not disappoint me--”

Caglis nodded seriously.

Brando turns around again, "Teacher, please. ”

The Grey Sword nodded and took over the rope of a young man's horse from behind the house. He glanced at Brando with his grey eyes and rolled over his horse.

Behind him, Charles, Sy and Medfis also rolled over.

“Andrig. ”

“What is it?”

“I know you won't ride in the rain, come with me.” Brando waved and turned to the carriage. The vampire princess grunted softly.

But it was at this time that a small cry came from behind the crowd:

“Brando! ”

Brando turned around and saw the businesswoman in the crowd.

“Don't forget the deal!” Miss Merchant shouted, “But I will support you, you know! ”

Brando suddenly felt like he had returned to the night of Summer Butch, when the stars were still so bright. A star river in the sky, like a bond, connects the fate of him, Roman and Freya.

“Agreed,” Brando smiled at her. "We'll be a big businessman. ”

… (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.)