The Amber Sword

“Merloth, you're insane. ”

“It's not me, Mayfister, you think you can destroy all this? Wrong, you can't do anything.” The robe of the High Priest Merloth was inspired by the hot wind and the cold face gradually revealed a smile: "Don't compare me to those who crave life and fear death. What they are after is not worth mentioning to me. Haha, my goal is noble. ”

“Merros," Grey Sword Saint carried the sword on his shoulder, his grey eyes burning with more madness, the golden magma gushing out of the ground, but he seemed to be blind - instead, his face revealed Whiteson's teeth, staring at the Lord's offering as if it were an animal of choice, "you made a mistake. ”

“Your purpose, I don't give a shit. I just came to kill you. ”

“No killer can go unpunished, and I am no exception, nor are you, including His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz Empire. ”

“So," said the black-haired uncle, raising the sword in his hand, pointing the tip of his sword at Merloth, who was stunned by the colour of God: “Go to hell. ”

A grey ripple spreads from the tip of his sword. In a flash, the Roxbury Palace disappears, the Grand Temple of Andefuler disappears, leaving only a bleak plain of gray between the two. The flames beneath the earth seemed to have lost their final bondage, rising in an instant, a flame rising from the feet of Merloth and Mayfist ——

At this moment of complete fertility, the Ten Rings spell has exploded in its greatest power. It's like a golden flaming sword stabbing a sword blade from the ground, hundreds of feet wide, straight into the sky, and you can see the columns of light blowing up in a cloudy sky decades away.

A golden red cross gleams in the middle of the sky.

All the forces of terror burned out the robe of the Grey Sword Sage, revealing the inner armor inside, and the dark armor gradually turned blonde red, a grey line of law flashed, each shining bright, even his eyebrows and hair burned, like a fireman.

But Mayfist, unheard of, stepped out of the flame, and the flame burned on him, as if it were cold and without temperature. His eyes reflected a golden red flame, one step closer to Meros, like a monster walking out of Hell's lava pool.

The Grey Sword Holy raised its sword and the golden red pieces of the sword turned into a giant sword of flame.

“No, the flame cannot hurt you... no, you are protected by the power of the world... what is this place...?” Merloth screamed.

“Merloth, with your strongest attack spell, combined with your element power, you're not without a chance to fight; but you've chosen this wide range of spells, and you're greedy.” Mayfister approached him step by step, shook his head and replied.

“The final plain, the gray wilderness... so...” Moros suddenly realized, “So this is the fourth realm -! ”

He suddenly screamed, and a sword of the Grey Sword was inserted into his chest. The high priest, who was guiding the magic, could not move at all, and the horrific counterphagocytic forces immediately backfired into his body and burned his hands and feet for a moment.

“Ah--!” Merloth suddenly smiled: “Ha ha, you think I'm greedy! You're wrong, cough... Mayfister, why don't you go save them... they're dead..."

Grey Sword Saint looked at him with a merciful look.

Merloth suddenly stopped and stunned himself: “What do you mean by that look? ”

“Merloth. ”

“You underestimate him. ”

“Him?”

Gray Sword Holy Nod.

Merloth coughed violently, and the light in his eyes was fading away quickly, and at the last moment of his life, he seemed to see that huge ring again —— the return of all things, the return of all things.

The temple of flame opened its eyes almost with groans: “futile... futile, you... will never... understand... the nature of the world...”

……

“Brando! ”

Brando only walked out of the ruins of the Grand Temple of Anderfleur with the princess and heard a familiar voice calling his name; he turned back and saw a fiery sea of people admiring him, and the first knight looked back and saw his own pedestrian.

Brando smiled: "Bryson, I see you again. ”

Immediately the young man smiled in his indifferent face: “It's been a long time, I didn't expect to be in the same trench with you this time. ”

“The Eruins are supposed to be in the same trench.” Brando replied.

Bryson nodded slightly.

He bowed his horse and came to the crowd, offering a separate gift to Princess Nimatis and Princess Griffin: "Her Royal Highness, the Knight of Nimatis. ”

“How's it going?” Nimaisie was pale with blood on the corner of her mouth, and I'm afraid if Brando hadn't held her, she wouldn't even be able to stand steadily, but it was the first time to ask.

“First came the guard force, Freya and Commander Munko repelled them several times, and now they are retreating to Juggler Street and Fourth and Seventh Avenues, but without construction work, they should be waiting for reinforcements. ”

Bryson answered proudly, and he had reason to be proud - the students of the Royal Knights College are now almost arguably one of the most backbone of the kingdom. They were chosen from among the nobles of the South and the best young men in the Guard, and after systematic learning and training, they are now among the most highly educated in the Eruin military.

This is not self-proclaimed, as evidenced in Brando's known history; this cadet army was the main force behind the retreat to the north by Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Regent.

“Where's the Ranger? Where's Blackblade?” Nimaisie frowned.

“They're not coming.” Brando plugged in. Even in the midst of the rain, the pier area was in flames - and the people who wanted to come to Sannir and his people had already gotten it - of course Brando did not know that the Naga were attacking the inner city at the moment, as long as he envisioned that Naga would take the port and attract the attention of the amphitheatre guard.

And as for the Blackblade Legion, at this moment the Feilong knights over Ambesseur are killing a group, and from time to time the bodies of the Feilong or Raptors fall from the sky and fall into pieces.

For Brando, persuading the Southern Legion is actually simple and ironic, because Eru's army, which guards the Kingdom's frontier, has fallen to a forgotten end because of the domestic situation. In fact, the Royal Party has always acquiesced in the collusion of Count Denel with Madala, making life even more difficult for the Southern Legion.

In fact, two years later in history, after the death of Count Lady, the current commander of the Southern Legion, the Legion was largely disintegrated and historically de-listed. Later, Eruyin Zhongxing, Madala's second invasion, the fall of the southern realm almost overnight, caused the goddess of martial arts to suffer from enemy drinking in Red Red Canyon, in fact, a large part of the reason is the evil consequences of the Royal Party today.

The demise of the Southern Legion in this day and age seemed to be a compromise to Count Denel, which, while ultimately victorious for the Royal Party, deeply damaged the hearts and minds of all of the South.

Brando naturally won't let this happen again, but there has been a lack of opportunity. Besides, he had no idea where the Southern Legion was at the moment, until Nosta appeared, and a real opportunity appeared before him.

The two sides are almost at once, and the Southern Legion at the end of the road is in dire need of an ally, especially Brando, who can also pretend to be the princess. At the same time, unlike the Royal Party, he had no interest in Jeannel, so he turned his hand and sold the Count.

In fact, it cannot be said that he and the Count were undead enemies, and that he and the Confederation of Southern Legions were worth every penny.

Today, the Southern Legion will be able to say that the entire Eruin Cavalry Regiment of the most powerful Feilong is sent here to support the princess. It is actually part of the content of this alliance, but the content of this alliance goes far beyond that.

Brando only thinks that I'm afraid Denel's good days will soon come to an end.

But his thoughts just fade away in a flash, because everyone looks at him right now.

“Our allies are holding them back," Brando replied immediately. "Bresson, is there a guard force in the direction of King's Trail and Forest Avenue? ”

Brayson looked at Nimatis beside him, and the knight with black hair looked at Princess Griffin - Princess Half Pokémon - standing in the middle of the crowd in a rain cape, still pale on her face, and nodded, “Everything goes to Mr. Brando. ”

“But wait," Princess Griffin raised her head and looked at Brando and said, "Mr. Brando, Ambethel is a famous city in history that has deposited many things that are truly precious to the Eloins in addition to money and power… if not compelled…”

“I know." Brando nodded, as if the previous demolition of the Grand Temple of Underflour had caused him mustard hearts and minds, not only to His Royal Highness, but also to his heart; as Griffin said, it was a kingdom with a long history, and there were many things on the land that people regarded as spiritual symbols, and it was unimaginable to harm this ancient kingdom and its people if it were to destroy all of them once and for all just to achieve victory.

But war is war, and Brando can only answer: "We will try to protect it, Your Highness, and we do not want a thoroughbred Eluin. ”

Princess Griffin nodded calmly, sort of agreeing.

He turned around.

Bryson glanced at him and nodded at him with some identity. Born in Prague, there is a famous bell tower in the city of Prague, and almost all of the people who grew up in Prague have been with the bell tower since childhood memories, and proudly see it as a symbol of Prague, which, if one day the bell tower collapsed in the war, would surely be dark for all Pragues.

Sometimes the symbols of these spirits are not only a precious asset, but also a symbol of hope, and as long as they remain, Eruin will eventually be reborn. This is the power of culture, and Bryson deeply agrees with it:

“Brando, no sign of the guard force has been found in the direction of King's Trail and Forest Avenue, but from here north, a guard brigade should be stationed near the north gate of Ambesseur. ”

Although situated on the central axis of Ambesseur, the Grand Temple of Andefoule is physically located east of the harbour area, in fact in the centre of the old town of the harbour. There are five avenues leading to the temple, the King's Trail and Forest Avenue to the north, Juggler's Avenue and Four Seventh Avenue to the south, and a Haiyan Avenue to the east to the harbour Haiyan Fortress.

Brando allowed Naga to occupy the port, and his actual plan was to have the princess crew storm north to near the silver lighthouse in Frogs, outside the city, where a boat was waiting for them before leaving the silver lighthouse bay and rendezvous outside Ambessel.

The plan looks very bold, but full of feasibility. First, the north leads to the hinterland controlled by the Grand Duke of West Fah, and no one would expect them to break into the northern perimeter, and secondly, there is almost no possibility of leaving Ambesseur through the sea.

But all this is possible because of the presence of sea demon whales.

It now appears that the other party did lay heavy troops in the direction of the South Gate. After listening to Bryson's description, Brando replied: "Ambessel has a port guard of nearly 30,000 men, and it is normal to have a large group of men and horses in front of us. ”

He raised his head: "How many men do we have? ”

“More than 200 cadets are under the command of Freya and Muko. ”

“Two hundred against a thousand.” Brandhomme looks into the darkness of the north - a cadet of 200 Royal Knights College, legendary to dominate the most backbone of Eruin, an elite belonging to Her Royal Highness, who did not shed his last drop of blood until the Second Black Rose War, when, together with the goddess of martial arts, he was exterminated by the Red Canyon.

But in this era of Eruin, no army is their opponent.

He raised his head and the wind and rain fell on him in the dark.

“Your Royal Highness, please order us to march north and join my men. ”

……

Haiyan Fortress's inner fire basin bears burn, reflecting the red face of everyone in a hurry around, but the warmth of the spot does not disperse the chill in everyone's heart in the hall, and each host is shady.

Marquis Julien sits with a frown at the long table, which is a map of the extreme vicinity of the port of Ampesar. There are more and more indications on the map representing the enemy. According to the latest round of intelligence, Naga has broken into Chamber Street along Haiyan Avenue, if Haiyan Fortress can't stop them...

So the inner city is a straight road ahead of them.

The Marquis rubbed his frown with wrinkles: “Go out and take a look.” Go ahead, he stands tall and his armor goes off. Without waiting around to stop, the commander of the Port Ambesseur Guard has opened the door with a shout-out.

Outside, storms and lightning bolt.

“My lord. ”

Julian was silent and watched as the rain poured over several nearby streets. The flag representing the Port Guard also appears on several major streets near Haiyan Avenue, but several have become prominent on fiercely belligerent battlefields, and the offensive in Naga is abnormal - not looting at all, but invasion.

Their enemies soon became clear, the Guard of Greyfin Naga.

The Guard of Greyfin Naga is the standard second-class army in the game, not to mention the Port Guard of Ambesseur, the regular army of Eruin, and not their opponent.

The wandering sceptre of the sea god is like a sword hanging in everyone's mind, leaving them in no mood to speak.

Farther away in silence is the blurred darkness - the entire harbour has become almost a life-eating beast, apart from the shocking killings that also prove the existence of fighting in those places.

Heavy casualties--

“Tinopa Lee and his patrol cavalry are still insisting, but not for long.” Marquis turns around: “Let Eben and Inester bring their troops to support us. ”

“My lord, as the High Priest commanded, the defense forces of the South Gate must not be drawn. ”

“Now it's up to me,” the Marquis interrupted him in the rain, turning back and saying, “This is Ambethel, the Vlada Forest to the south, and the mountains of Anlek, which are still across from the royal party's territory. Why do we invest so much defense in the South Gate? Has the Royal Party hit the door? ”

“But Your Highness...”

“That has nothing to do with us,” the Marquis replied coldly, "remember, we are soldiers of Ambethel. It is our duty to protect this harbour. If the High Priest has any problems, let him come to me. ”

He was surrounded by several knights who met each other for a moment, then glanced at each other and gave a deep gift to the old soldier who had guarded Ambesseur for more than a decade before leaving the lobby in turn.

The Marquis sighed.

He put his hands on the cold pallet and suddenly felt that the kingdom was shaking in this dark storm, just like the harbour.

He couldn't help but look over the pitch-black sea.

A bright gleam rises from the surface of the sea--

Caglis looked back at the glow, and the White Lion Regiment was standing by behind him, but a hundred and ten men, but there were tens of millions. It's hard to believe that this is an army from Tonigal, and less than six months ago, they were just a bunch of young people from the countryside.

He was so hot in his heart.

Caglis felt he had made the most important choice of his life, and he did not know whether it was right or wrong, but at least he would not regret it.

“Miss Antina. ”

“I also saw," said Antitina, standing in the wind and rain, turning back, her eyes dark and dark: “Time has come and you are ready to go, please be sure to escort Lord back safely. ”

“I understand. ”

“Caglis, remember, it is not the Royal Party, not Her Royal Highness, but the Lord who can save Eruin.” The clerk lady replied in a shadow.

Caglis slightly snorted, "Miss Antittina, do you think the Lord should not take this risk? ”

“That's unwise,” Antitina sighed, "but that's why we think he can save this dark age, even if it's clumsy, but my father said - some people are born to bring light to others. ”

“We follow him. ”

“Just wanted to see a miracle. ”

“That's all. ”

Caglis was silent, but nodded seriously. He watched the traditionally weak aristocrat turn around and walk back into the house, as if he had some resolute power, which burned in his heart.

He turned around.

Countless bright eyes focused on him, every young man bearing that same mark. They have come here from the rings of the wind, and they have witnessed miracles with their own eyes - equally endless dark winds and rain, shining brightly through the heavens and the earth, unforgettable for all eternity.

The man who brings light is now in this city.

In this dark storm.

He raised his command sword...

Antitina looked at these young people for the last time, watching their white armor disappear into the rain - perhaps now it should be called the White Lion Corps - relying on the ideals of this era, coming out of a glorious history, under his leadership.

What changes will it make to this kingdom?

Or a splash flower in the long river of history?

Antitina silently pushed open the door and saw Roman sitting in the room. She was worried that the young lady had used Princess Magdalene as a toy, and now she's finally relieved.

“Roman? ”

“Antina.” Roman spoke plainly.

“Hmm?” Antitina smiled slightly, in her impression that the young lady, who had always claimed to be a big businessman, had never looked like this.

“Antina, I'm sorry,” the businesswoman nodded, "but Roman was on his way to Brando's. ”

“What? Wait, you mustn't ——” Antitina startled, and the young men of the White Lion Legion were about to leave, and they, the defenceless men, had to get on the boat immediately and rendezvous with Brando offshore, so don't let anything go wrong with Roman at this time.

But she wasn't finished, and suddenly realized she couldn't move.

“Roman, you shit--! ”

“Antittina, you heard Roman say," Roman stared into Antittina's eyes and surprised the nobleman. She never looked at each other: “Brando is in danger, it's a trap, only Roman can help him. ”

“Antina, so Roman's leaving soon. ”

“Princess Magdalene asked Antina to take care of her. ”

“This is Brando's assignment to Little Roman, and now Little Roman is handing it to you. ”

By the time the businesswoman had said this, she had pushed out the door. Antitina only heard her last words: "White sister, let's go... please hurry, Princess Magdalene told me that time is running out...”

She was pale.

……

(PS: Six thousand words, because the plot was together, I couldn't separate. You understand ~ ~) (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.)