The Amber Sword

Six in the morning.

Black Blade Legion Pioneer Camp Station ——

Amazing magic alerts swept the entire camp instantly, as if it were a landslide tsunami. Fully armed, the Black Armor Knight rushed out of the sitting area with Tinker Bell accessories and headed straight for his ride.

A flying dragon is spreading its wings.

Viscount Kuztal Polyman dropped his single-barrel telescope, and the southern sky was black pressed and countless raptors traveled between lightning, as if it were the end of the world.

“It's Druid. ”

“The southerners are at the end of the road. ”

He silently turned over the saddle and held a dragon gun nearly five metres long in one hand, then raised his left hand high. Sounds like a tsunami burst from the camp in a flash:

“Black Blade Regiment, First Dragon Cavalry Battalion -”

“Let's go! ”

“Let's go -! ”

One after the other, a giant beast came up empty and spread its wings to cover the day. Logistics soldiers on the ground saw their knights lift up, as if a huge battle formation was launched just above the sky between turns.

“Dalit, don't lose the chain again at a critical moment!” Ground crew shouted in the sky.

“Fuck you!” The knight in the sky scolded with a smile, and the young man raised his head, and in front, under the rain cloud, the lightning flickered a golden red, and tens of thousands of raptors surfaced.

“It's an arrowhawk! ”

“- notice they're accelerating! ”

The sound above shouted.

“Everybody, join the battle formation!” There is a serious voice in the Enchanted Crystal.

“Roger, back in line. ”

“The first attack cluster is expected to arrive in 30 seconds. ”

“Twenty seconds. ”

Dalit raised his head and his eyes were filled with belligerent fanaticism; the Blackblade Legion had been standing by for a long time, and at this moment, everyone felt nothing but boiling blood all over their bodies.

Viscount Kuztal Polyman, with a dragon gun in his hand and a firm heart, only silently estimated the time to come.

“Ten seconds. ”

“Eight seconds. ”

“Two seconds. ”

“Engagement -”

“For Eluin!” Between the moments of Ambethel's sky, it seemed as if it had been ignited by a huge bang, rolling and boiling.

The giant black dragon staggered with an incalculable number of raptors. For a moment, the bloody storm opened its wings into a storm with wings cut like a blade. The birds' bodies fell like rain spots.

But the Feilong knight was also pinched under tremendous resistance, and the attack formation of the first sharp arrow suddenly disappeared. The warnings shouted, killed, screamed and mixed on all sides - the knight in front was pulled off the saddle seat alive under a huge impact, and the dragon was overwhelmed, screaming and falling.

Like a black meteor--

War, spread and burn.

……

The humming discourse in the lobby seemed to calm down for a moment, and the solemn Roxbury Palace, beneath the vault, was nothing but silence, and time solidified at this moment.

“Charles, is that you? ”

Highland Knights Commander Bourned Norbert stood tall; confident and not loud, he repeatedly echoed in the lobby.

It was so loud.

Everyone faces each other.

“Captain Burnett, what's your name?” An envoy was not convinced to ask that the man stood up from the Goran-Elson seat.

“Captain Bournet, are you sure you're right?” Another member of parliament joined aloud, a close associate of the Grand Duke of Vieiro, who Brando had previously had an edge on in the game.

Others are arguing, and most people's eyes are focused on Charles for a moment. “Ah!” The Countess suddenly shouted, looking at the young magician like she saw a ghost: "Ah, how could I not notice... it really seems! ”

“Like what? What's the matter?” Brando somehow began to be funny, and the funny thing was that Viscount Begnin, who was still on the sidelines, became a clown.

But the current situation is a little beyond his expectations.

He couldn't help but turn his back and look at his magician squire, as if he'd known each other again: "Charles, it looks like you're famous. Can you explain that? ”

“Ha,” Charlemagne grinned. "Lord, I think this is just a misunderstanding. ”

“I don't think so. ”

“Really.”

“Then you'd better explain it to them.” Brando suddenly burst out, and he heard a fight outside the lobby. Stop immediately and blink, meaning 'We'll talk about something later'.

War is on.

Charles immediately understood what his lord meant and immediately turned back to the Knights of the Highlands and said, “Lord Commander, I think you may have the wrong man. ”

The hall was quiet again.

From the sudden noise to the sudden silence, the transition is natural--

“Wrong, isn't it?” The Bunid knight smiled uncomfortably and frowned.

What else did he want to say, but his voice went down, and suddenly the whole lobby burst into shock.

Boonid stopped and raised his head doubtfully.

Everyone looked up subconsciously, and the voice was clearly coming from above —— what happened? Almost instantaneously, the second major earthquake arrived on schedule, but this time it was even more intense, with most of us falling to the ground overwhelmed.

“What's the matter? ”

“What happened? ”

“Earthquake? ”

There was a mess in the lobby, a loud 'boom', and suddenly the crystal dome of the Roxbury Palace cracked open a big hole, the crystal fragments fell, the cold wind poured in, and then a giant fell straight down and landed in flames.

“Ah!”

“Help…”

The wind and rain poured down outside for a while, but there was smoke in the lobby. The nobles were almost frightened, and the screams rang as they stood.

Only Brando saw that thing - the body of a flying dragon lying in the middle of the hall, with its broken neck - and was a flying dragon knight in the Black Blade Legion.

Almost simultaneously, Grand Duke Anrek's steady and powerful voice came from his ear:

“Kill it! ”

Everyone was a fool, but they reacted immediately.

“Templar Knight, stop Makaro!” This is the voice of Merloth.

“Grab Princess Griffin!” Viscount Begnin screamed.

Brando reacted suddenly, and he immediately guarded Dilfrey with one hand, whispering, "Charles, kill the princess! ”

There was chaos in the hall.

……

Dalit's face is full of blood.

He looked out through the broken half of his mask, almost red between heaven and earth. Millions of raptors dance around, and the battlefield above is like a jedi...

And in the center, that big Druid in the wooden cloak was like a god, and every spell was generated from his hand, forming a wooden spear or a rock spur, and a lot of dragon knights fell half-sky.

Grand Druid, top of the gold.

Dalit had a chill in his heart, and if it wasn't for the sound in the magic crystal, he would almost tremble. Cold and cold fighting is consuming everyone's will to fight.

“3rd and 4th teams, form a break-in formation! ”

“It's Viscount Polyman, Lord Viscount. He's in! ”

“Close guard, cover the raid! ”

The roar in the magic crystal is ringing, and the Dragon Knight is rearranging in mid-air, and they are making their final attempt. Flying dragons are not suitable for prolonged battles in mid-air, especially when weighed with knights.

“Fucking southerners!” Dalit bites his teeth.

But this was the last blow, in front of Viscount Kuztal Polyman's dragon, the median strength of gold was unbroken, as if it were a comet on the long sky. The Flying Dragon Cavalier has only one passion left in his eyes, and everyone is tailing behind--

The sharp arrow has been formed and is close to your eyes. The Dragon Knight's Loss is dramatic, but the enemy has lost its way.

The balance of victory has been skewed.

“Look down there! ”

“Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming--!” There's another exciting sound in the Enchanted Crystal.

Dalit turned around and a red light rose inside the port of Ambessel. Knight Regiment, the Knight Regiment of the Temple of Fire stationed in the harbor has moved, and the Temple of Fire is in battle!

All of a sudden, he just wanted to scream excitedly, and it was a brilliant battle.

But is the enemy a respectable opponent? Probably. Dalit's mind flung with confusion, and he unconsciously swept to the flanks, and then the field of vision set in that direction forever ——

West of Ambessel.

The direction of the Anrik Mountains.

A black dot is fast approaching.

“Left and left flank, left flank found a large number of unidentified air forces! Repeat, all units, we have a large number of unidentified air units on the left flank!” The sound of stutter has been heard in the magic crystal: “Wait! No, no, no. The other one's a Dragon Knight, too? ”

“Reinforcements? ”

Everybody's stuck. Where's the reinforcement?

But only Dalit's pupils were in a vigorous contraction —— his vision was excellent, and he could see the origin and number far away. That's not a reinforcement at all... that's...

“Enemy, enemy attack...!” He grabbed the magic crystal and shouted, “It's the Southern Legion! It's the dragon cavalry of the Southern Legion! Prepare for hostility! ”

At that moment he suddenly realized that the knights of the Temple of Fire were not here to support them at all.

They are here to confront the Southern Legion...

However, why is the Southern Legion here… Martha on!

In the wind and rain.

Nosta stood on his horseback like a spear and let the wind and rain flash, lighting his eyes, but his heart was like an ancient well.

He touched his cheek subconsciously, and the wounds sustained in the ring of the wind left him with a permanent scar, but it was immediately explained that the scar was the medal of the warrior.

At least, he returned to the Southern Legion.

I looked back and walked alongside him with the same number of Tree Elf Archers on the dragon. He nodded in the direction of his response, a former comrade who had fought side by side, and now he had to work together again.

It's just that the target is no longer just a wolf scourge.

Yes, the kingdom abandoned them.

But the Southern Legion could not abandon its homeland.

Nosta raised his long gun and pointed straight ahead: "Dragon Cavalry, on my command - attack formation - target, Black Blade Corps! ”

“For Eluin, break in! ”

A giant sharp arrow formed in the middle of the sky.

“Legion of the South, break in! ”

……

Everyone understands that the civil war in Eruin has officially begun.

In a cloud of smoke, Brando paired his first opponent, a Templar Knight. When he saw each other, they were fighting Nimmasis, and the knight with black hair was in fact defeated.

But she can't be lazy, because Princess Griffin is right behind her.

When Brando saw this scene, he didn't even think about it, and stabbed it in the past; Brando's swordsmanship had always been fierce and barbaric, and the sword was no exception, not even a bit of aristocratic etiquette, much like a sneak attack.

None of the Templar Knights of the Temple of Fire are strong enough to indulge in elements, but there is nothing you can do about it. I had to go back to the sword to save it. ‘When’ a metal tremble, two swords crossed, two swords retreated.

Nimaisie finally took a step back, coughing blood with her hands, gasping, and immediately looked up pale and looked at Brando:

“This swordsmanship… who taught you? ”

“We'll talk later. ”

Nimaisie bit her teeth, but nodded.

The Templar Knight had noticed Brando, and in fact the other party apparently recognized him, and his eyes under the metal mask flashed a cold light. Brando immediately felt a slight stagnation in the air flow around his body and slowed down with his movements.

“Be careful, his elements should be related to the wind.” Nimmasis immediately cautioned that the female knight's voice was too cold to penetrate, but brought a little concern.

The sound made Brando feel a little bloody hot.

It looks like it.

It's like a schoolsister.

If Sister is still here...

If you're still in this world...

Dear Sister.

Brando couldn't help but close his eyes and for a moment he felt his senses stretching out along his sword endlessly. It's obviously dark, but all the scenery seems to be right in front of you.

Little by little.

A world made up of laws.

A high wall appeared in front of him.

Wall of Elements!

Brando had a huge shock in his heart. He opened his eyes suddenly and everything was different. The deepest part of his eyes seemed to be burning with a flame of silver. The countless laws, meanings and ultimate destiny of everything about the world were being interpreted in an infinite direction.

How is that possible?

He raised his sword.

“Wind element, restraint. ”

“The most secondary element. ”

“Is that what you want to bind me to? ”

“But bugs. ”

The sound of incredible confidence seems to take precedence over everything. Brando waved his sword with one hand, and the Templar Knight's sword had just arrived, crossing two swords, as if Brando had thrown a spark at his fingertips.

Templar Knight's sword is flying out of hand.

The Templar Knight was appalled, and he never dreamed that such a freak would touch the walls of the elements in battle; Brando's sword was not his own power, but the power of the law itself.

When he woke up, the sword came out of the world of law.

Peppermint.

After all, however, the Templar Knight is one of the finest forces of the Temple of Fire. As soon as the sword comes off, it reacts and retreats, as fast as lightning strikes.

Brando flattened his sword and cut it across.

The tip of the sword and the opponent have lost millicents.

But that's exactly it.

“Ah--!” The Templar Knight suddenly made an incredible scream, with one hand covering his chest and a deep mouth on his chest and blood pouring out.

Brando raised his head, his heart was ecstatic, and his eyes flashed with a deterrent light: "- must be! ”

……

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