The Amber Sword

Hundreds of soldiers stood silently in the rain, which stirred a raging fog on the dark tower shield, emitting a long spear of metal cold light stretching straight ahead, silently and silently forming a forest of steel over Evergreen Tree Square.

Ser Maloser, Captain of the Seventh Swordsman's Battalion of the Port Ambesseur Guard, was not relieved until this moment; he tried not to think of a pale face under the steel helmet and a twisted formation, which, in any event, was finally ready for deployment within the expected time.

He turned back and offered a knight's salute to the young man behind him: "General, it's done. ”

Owen has been staring at the harbor's gloomy skies - the Black Blade Corps and the Air Force stationed at the Temple in Ambesseur have not taken advantage of it. Their rivals are too strong. The Southern Corps has always had the most powerful Feilong cavalry regiment in Eruin, but it is such a force that it has been abandoned lightly by the Kingdom for another period of history.

He could not see such a future, but now it is the two armies of the same kingdom that are fighting over Ambethel. Perhaps they should have gone for more valuable victories, for Cruz, for Madara, for more glorious opponents.

He retracted his gaze and shook his head after only looking at the defensive line, which took half an hour to build. Such a line of defense is almost as thin as a sheet of paper in front of the White Lion Regiment and breaks as soon as the storm blows.

But after all, this is the richest part of the kingdom. The soldiers here do not have to face the Krutz in the north, nor do they have to go to war with the dead spirits of Madala. They have no barbarians, no mountain people, and it is good to have this.

This is the kingdom's second-class army, and Owen is aware of the fact that he nodded expressionlessly: "Mmm. ”

Sir Maloser wiped his own sweat and was glad he had passed. In fact, it seems to him that the King's Party is not a fool, how can he run to the north from the toss net, but the other side of the White Lion Legion is an officer - it is well known that grabbing a noble commander out of the White Lion Legion is also the head of the kingdom, or the distinguished children and descendants of the extended family, the young man in front of him is likely the latter - he can't offend these people.

Maloser did not think that the color of God fell into Owen's eyes, adding to his disdain. These are the shallow generations, and he looks up to the front —— and at the end of the rain curtain, what kind of army is the last power of the King's Party, the cadets of Wang Li College?

I hope it's not disappointing, Owen.

Ambessel is still bleak in the rain, but the dawn is almost at its last minute.

“Duloch, Merchant, meet me in fourth grade!” Young cadets on horseback raised the black flag as high as a totem standing in the wind and rain.

Young people at Sgt. Wang are quickly separated, well-trained, and the noise of footsteps and occasional knife sheaths colliding with leather boots is left in the loud rain screen.

Crossing a stretch of rain line ahead, the scout cavalry is staggering back information:

“Knight chief, encounter with unidentified enemy forces! ”

“They're blocking our way! ”

In the wind and rain, the knight reached back and pointed: “In all three directions! ”

“Then probe and extend the reconnaissance to the left and right sides.” Nimatis replied coldly, strangling the horse - Brando strangled the rope as well, and the two of them sat down and stopped.

Brando looked forward and the rain slipped down from his pale forehead as if it were a water bead on a statue. He raised his hand and drew forward: "This army is unfolding from the Lion Avenue - the Hawkfins Hotel - to the Silvercraft Bridge, with more than 500 squadrons in the front, who have no reserves and are not expected to be regular armies. ”

His voice fell, and a distant voice came forward: "Look clearly at the crest of the black spider, the Yankee, the noble private army! ”

“The Herrens, Rodu's private army, these jumping clowns, also want to share a cup.” Ovewell behind Nimmasis couldn't help snorting.

Everyone's eyes focused on Brando for a moment.

“How do you know?” Nimaisie turned around, her wet hair resting on her jade forehead, her body straightened like a sword in the rain, her color seemed indifferent, cold, her eyes dark and full of suspicion - but all to cover up the slight tremor caused by the pain.

Brando didn't answer, he just stood still.

Suddenly in the rain there was a murky sound. The dense, numb, green spiders transformed from translucent to visible to the naked eye. They proceeded backwards and along the avenue. Brando stood alone in the green ocean and the currents drowned between the four hooves.

“Ah! Windy spiders, so many!” Many of the crowd, knowledgeable and noble children, recognized at a glance and could not help but shout.

“Shut up and keep quiet!” Muko, one of the three knights, couldn't help but turn back and scold. He was a young man with short gray hair with short eyebrows, like two caterpillars, which only made people feel funny and cute when wrinkled.

Freya and Bresson on one side couldn't help but smile, and the young girl in the blue uniform raised her head and some looked admirably at Brando in the blue ocean - behind her, the lake knight Meredith mounted herself on a horse to look at Brando.

Nimaisi's dark, unseen eyes raised a hint of amazement, as if she had noticed, “Do you use them to detect? ”

“Only a simple command can be issued to determine the position of the enemy in front. But...” Brando looked in the rain and shook his head with shame: “I'm so familiar with those guys' tricks. ”

“Yeah, it's worth mentioning compared to Madara later. ”

Brando closed his eyes. In the past, the Iron Horse glacier seemed to be right in front of him. The army of the dead surfaced, and behind him was the abyss of the Fire Sea.

There's no way back--

“Really, if you were a commander, what would you do now?” Side by side 'Sir Wolf' Ovewell is already dressed in a crown, pulling out his sword as if he were a chatter.

The lone wolf turned around and Griffin gave Brando full control of the situation, but in fact he still had the command of the cadets at the Royal Knights College. Middle-aged uncle, some of the inner orbits are deeply entrapped with a firm eye, so you can easily feel the power.

“We don't have time to get involved with these Xiao Xiao Xiao,” Brando opened his eyes, "there are a lot of two-sided, three-knife guys around, and we have to get rid of them completely. ”

“Killing an exemplar,” Ovewell laughed, “seems to have a lot of faith in you young people. ”

Brando looked back and saw more than two hundred young faces of men and women, whose knight's uniforms were already wet and their hair stained, but only their eyes sparkled.

“I have faith in people with ideals.” Brando replied.

Of course, he just said it with a big mouth. Brando would never have been this big without history as a witness. But he knew he had to convince Ovewell, the princess' de facto teacher, to be the mainstay of the princess's party at the moment.

The lone wolf of the kingdom did reveal his admiration in his eyes, and he turned back and looked at the young men behind him silently. Most of these young people are handpicked by him from all over the world - like Freya, Bresson, and some from the most loyal families to the royal family, who, although descendants of some small nobles, are often the best and most resolute of their beliefs, represented by young people like Muko.

These young people are the last hope of the kingdom.

“Wong Li Knight Academy, first class! On my orders!” Ovewell suddenly shouted, his voice coming out as far as the wind and rain.

Brando's heart suddenly smiled.

“From now on, you will kill with the knights of Brando until His Royal Highness escapes!” Ovewell coldly asks, “Got it? ”

It's quiet.

The eyes of all of us focused at once on Brando, and it must be Her Royal Highness who is most prestigious in the hearts of these young people. Down there is Nymatis, who, in fact, has been their commanding officer, and hardly anyone dares to oppose the majesty of the female cavalier.

After that, it was a few of the top players in the period, especially Brayson and Muko, and after Freya got the Lion Heart Sword, her strength and prestige gradually stood out, although most still saw her as only the first two deputies.

And Brando.

I'm afraid they'd never heard of such a person before that day. If it's a royal leader like Makaro, Ovewell, or a lieutenant general, he may still be able to serve, but Brando was only in his early twenties, and at best he looked like a noble descendant, so what qualifies him to command them?

Perhaps he showed his hand before, but it was just a ‘summoner' trick, not much above this battlefield.

Since ancient times, the strong army has had its own pride. Although these young men have not yet seen the real big scene, they are also among the best of their peers. Even if they do not dare to directly resist orders, no one has responded at this moment, just waiting for Brando to make a statement.

Freya got a little nervous, but Brayson glanced at Brando and didn't make a statement, and that young man named Meeko, like most people, stared coldly at Brando.

Brando didn't make a statement.

Instead, direct orders were issued.

He marched forward, then turned back and coldly ordered: "Beyond the turkeys and dogs blocking the path of the princess, your task now is to teach them an unforgettable lesson from the front. ”

“But we don't have much time, so you only have a short time to learn this lesson. ”

Learn this lesson?

Everybody's a slurp, then a slurp. The young cadets of Wang Li Knight Academy almost beamed to understand the sentence, and this guy meant to teach them a lesson.

What a big breath. Cavalry raids, not to mention whether they have the ability to teach -- the question is, is there such a cavalry next to him?

The young men were picked up for a moment, and everyone looked at Brando with a little laughter, as if to wait and see how this empty commander turned into a cavalry to teach them a lesson.

Brando never gives a shit.

He turned his horse's head and the sword of the earth swept out of its sheath. He drank aloud: "Who wants to come to me as a sharp arrow? ”

A silence.

Only Freya drove out the first time, pressing her sword with one hand, and her fingers were a little white. At that moment, she felt as if she had returned to the night she fled from Lidenburg.

It's almost the same situation, same side by side. It was a miracle that only he could create.

Two people.

Bresson hesitated slightly and went out of the ordinary. “Brando, what the hell are you doing!” He couldn't help but whisper.

Brando looked at him and did not answer.

A horse hissed as if it were coming from the sky. Heavy rain weaved, blanched light came from a pitch of pitch black, a little gathered together, a white light, Metisa single-handedly speared, one ridden, slowly walked out of the void and came to Brando.

Then Sy, the red-haired girl with the trident in her hand —— though not a thunder gun —— couldn't hide the breath from her, another golden class under 20, the princess staring at her teacher in silence.

Charles smiled slightly, the so-called magician's squire, and of course he stood with his knight. He tapped his riding lightly, and the horse seemed to understand what he meant and gently came to Brando.

Then Medfis, Andrig, the vampire was extraordinarily different, wearing a long cloak, and holding no longer the pair of blood-shaped machetes she normally used - but a spear of bloody power.

Stand side by side with two people.

Then Rubis mercenaries, tigers and others appeared, causing quite a stir in the crowd. The reputation of the Rubis mercenary corps is not only in Brando's memory, but all over the continent, and their costumes are so peculiar that they attract everyone's attention as soon as they appear.

“It's impossible! ”

“He has a Rubies mercenary! ”

“Legend has it that Rubis mercenaries never leave Finn Zan to fight. How big is this guy? ”

One element manifests itself, five golds, more than a dozen silver beings, not more than thirty, but when these people gather around Brando, all inhale a breath of cold air.

This is already an army.

Don't tell anyone else, even Princess Griffin can't help it.

“Though I have heard of it long ago, I had no idea that his men had been able to help.” She couldn't help but sigh low.

“But he still stands with you, Your Highness.” Ovewell replied.

“That's because of the knightly qualities,” the princess sighed, "but am I, the royal family of Corcova, worthy of such honor? ”

Ovewell didn't answer.

“That's the Silver Elf! ”

There was a shock in the crowd, Metissa silver hair, silver eyes, skin like snow, most importantly, her eye-catching, art-like squamous armor, living off is the legendary silver elf armor.

“The Silver Elf is back?! ”

“I don't have eyes...” Everyone stayed. Legend has it that the Silver Pokémon, after a prophecy, could not come to life, declaring that they would not fight alongside the Black Iron People again until the four temples had one day redelivered their sacred covenant.

But jihad is imminent, and the days when the four great temples will resume fulfilling their sacred covenants seem to be elusive.

Only Ovewell saw the difference between Metissa, "is Ying Ling.” Her Royal Highness nodded gently.

His knights gathered beside him.

No one can laugh anymore.

Brando's strength is enough to make him a king. Everybody understands that. He raised the blade in his hand, the sword of the earth, and Harangua passed through the rain screen, and the black blade shook slightly --

“Listen up. ”

“Don't let me see anyone fall out of line. ”

“Otherwise, I'm afraid you're going to hang up--”

The sword fell and the horseshoe sounded.

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(PS: Got out of the house today, got home this afternoon and started the code, so it was a little late. This should be the last chapter of the wrath roll.) (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.)