The Amber Sword

A drop of water can ripple across the pond instantly like a spider web.

The same is true on land.

Rodu watched with satisfaction as his private soldiers stormed along the Silversmith River, although slow and messy, and vulgar aristocratic militants shouted and squeezed in the heavy rain, but finally a line of defense was laid, an hour faster than he had anticipated. The veterans who have been in battle are different. The Baron on the horseback thinks that they are nothing more than defenceless peasants and so-called ‘thugs' than their former rivals.

In the rain, several soldiers, led by the Knight Master, kicked open the door of a family, expelled the owner of the house and took over the house as a stronghold. The windows of the house were broken and the soldiers were looking for valuable 'spoils of war' in the back of their boxes. Such an act was quickly emulated, and at one point the women and children cried with horror and rain.

Baron Rodu watched with a cold eye. In his view, the army was a beast, a beast or a tooth claw; this was the morale of an army, no morale what war? Rather than stopping, Rodu was satisfied when he thought he was too old to watch his own men's militiamen use their fists to teach men to lose their temper.

How dare you resist these mobs? They have to be taught a lesson before they can obey.

It was like crying in the rain.

The knight clustered around the baron and said aloud: “I see Her Royal Highness is a little girl herself, blindly trusting those around her. I don't think the Royal Party is comfortable either. I gave her 200 students. I'm afraid I'll have to hit her head and bleed out. ”

“Exactly, my lord, let her see what real war means this time.” The knights joined forces and laughed in the wind and rain.

Morale is available, Baron Rodol nods his head satisfied. He raises a bag high and shouts: “You guys have to push harder, whoever grabs the princess can take the bag from me! ”

The sound traveled far along the riverbank.

Beth glanced at the enemy across the river through the spectacle of the brass telescope, and Baron Rodu's horrible voice made her frown. Ever since she was little, she was born like a man, and when she grew up, Beth really picked up this man's romance —— becoming a soldier in the kingdom.

In addition, she became the most distinguished repellent officer of the Royal Knights College. She put down her binoculars and stood on her horse as straight as a spear, a thunderous horseshoe as if to fit her in, one horse after the other leaping past her with the knight.

Beth was in a flood, and her companions were shouting the names of the knights:

“Camel! ”

“Heyman! ”

“Keel, take my share! ”

“Aiden, for Eluin! ”

“For Eluin, move on!” Every passing young knight shouted, squeaking, with no fear on his tight young face under his pointed helmet, some only longing for nothing more.

And excited.

Beth Mehmer looked to the front of the team, and it was already a flood. At the farthest end of the rain screen, a tall swallowtail flag has been dropped like dominoes.

She could almost hear the icy cry, “Flatten the spear...”

“Flatten the spear...”

“Bad luck.” She took a sip.

I turned around and saw my companion's smiling face, "What, regret it, Beth? ”

“Regret? No,” Beth scornfully replied, "It's just a bunch of turkeys and dogs. If only they had the White Lion Corps ahead of them, we'd be stronger than them! ”

“The Princess's safety is paramount, Beth. Your thoughts are too dangerous! ”

“Of course I do! ”

Heavy rain.

Baron Rodu was raising his money bag high and waiting for his men to scream well. Unfortunately, he had not waited long for a response. It was a little weird to be quiet in the rain for a while.

What's the matter, he turns back stunned.

Everyone listens in the side ears.

On the long street, a crisp horseshoe sounded in the rain, one, two, as if clockwise rotation was accelerating, kick, kick, kick, kick, kick, clear and powerful.

Then there was the storm --

Hundreds of thousands of feet of horseshoes were lifted and landed on the palm of a metal horse, neatly and gradually converging into a heart-blowing force - a rushing drum point penetrating the tympanic membrane of all, blazing like thunder.

Inside the city of Ambesseur, the Silvercraft River is just a small ditch, a storm that almost overflows the low, flat banks, and right now, right now, everyone is looking at the water.

The water shook like milk in a cup on a table.

The waters of the entire Silversmith River rose slightly.

Until a long gun broke through the rain curtain--

The shining tip of the gun, like a silver shuttle, all the rain beads fly out of its sides. One man rides, silver flies, and the cloak of snow and white is like a flag with pure lilies on it, gleaming on the battlefield a thousand years ago.

“Elf? ”

The idea had just flashed in the minds of a family of aristocratic private militia on the other side of the river, and he was even completely frightened and could only open his mouth and gaze at the growing gun tip in view.

For a second.

It was as if the time rating had suddenly returned to flow and a bang had been made, and the longgun had entered the brain directly from the soldier's open mouth. The bullet tip pierced the pipe, then the huge impact completely shattered his skull, twisted his five organs, and the panic in his eyes twisted together. After showing the greatest tension, the skin 'shrugged’ to reveal the bright red muscles and plasma underneath.

Blood sprayed out, but the longgun continued to advance, lifting half the skull cap and carrying this bright red flag forward.

The soldier, who lost half his head, twitched and fell softly to the ground. Blood flowers floated in the storm, sprayed on the ‘captives' beside them at several points, and the family was completely scared to stay.

Metissa's cold face swept past them.

like a silver light.

A few points of blood fell on the face of the little Silver Elf princess, some cold, but she didn't even blink an eye. At the age of humankind, she was only fifteen years old this year, but she went through wars, thousands of years earlier.

It was the worst war since the year of the saints, in which countless familiar people lost their lives, survival and death became passers-by, leaving battle as instinct.

That's the silver elf's tactic.

“Enemy attack! ”

“It's the cavalry--!” The mighty cry sounds like a sharp thundering alarm, and everyone wakes up from their dreams as if the enemy is not as weak as they might have imagined.

Baron Rodu was pale and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked back, and the knights looked at each other. When did they ever see such a rider?

Metissa raised the spear high.

In the wind and rain, the flag flies.

There was a loud bang, as if a gap had been broken behind her - the rain curtain shaped like a glass wall in front of everyone, and the rain broke into pieces of glass, suddenly moving forward, after which a vast army of knights emerged as if breaking boxes.

Black uniform, black armor, black horse, a black flood.

“Long live! ”

“Long live! ”

The knights shouted that the true warriors were never stingy enough to spill hot blood. Although Metissa was just a little girl, she became the goddess of all hearts at this moment, temporarily like a true knight.

Goddess of War.

“Stop them!” The noble knights finally reacted on the other side of the river, screaming almost as hard as they could: “Put up a long gun, put up a long gun, or you're dead! ”

Aristocratic militias across the river seem to have only survived, which is why the spear was erected so busily, perhaps the instinct of survival inspired their final potential, or the consolation that the shallow Silvercraft River brought to them, but in any case, at the final juncture, these unspeakable third-rate soldiers stabilized.

A spear forest appeared across the river.

Metissa didn't see it, she just raised the spear...

“Wings of the Spirit! ”

A crisp cry rang through the battlefield.

A circular magic array unfolded on both sides of the girl, and the magic array rotated, and the lines of the spirit expanded along the array, quickly connecting into pieces. The 'hoo' pair of wings spanned hundreds of feet long and the wings gently flashed, as if the silvercraftsman river in front of Metisa had been infused with some magic. The white waves in the river rolled up as they rose, forming twelve Hydra heads high and pressed down like a landslide tsunami towards Baron Rodu's private army across the river.

“Ah!”

Baron Rodu was so frightened that he didn't even know for a moment whether to give the order to persevere or retreat. His men also have some influx wizards, but their role at this level is meaningless. Noble militias can only watch the waves come to an end.

Boom.

The waves suddenly collapsed the formation of aristocratic militias on the banks of the river, in fact they started to shake before the waves formed, but how can there be waves running fast? Most aristocratic militias have just turned around and have been swept to the bottom of the water like garbage.

Flooding then hit the houses on the other side of the Silvercraft River with these screaming aristocratic private militias head-on, and the houses collapsed into the back streets with the flow of water amidst several loud ‘squeaky' sounds.

Baron Rodu's line of defense collapsed in a flash, and behind the waves, young knights stepped on the waves - facing a line of constant retreat, and those spears had already fallen back and forth, unable to fight back.

One side retreated, the other accelerated, and then the two fronts crashed into each other.

That was a comb over the hair. The young knights of the princess penetrated almost unhindered the position of the aristocratic militia, leaving a sieve-like defensive line, yet the offensive wave after wave, the psychological defensive line of the aristocratic militia broke down completely between moments.

Just turn around and run.

But the relentless cavalry is still moving forward.

Young cadets are driving their enemies to stop them from regrouping again, and while doing so is almost meaningless for rivals such as aristocratic militias, young people are still strictly enforcing textbook-like standards in accordance with the Cavalry Code.

The whole battlefield looked at Rodu's aristocratic militia fleeing as if they were ants beneath a breaking embankment in front of him and beyond.

The sky is glowing.

Brando looked at the scene in front of him with his lips clasped and could not see a hint of color on his face. All of a sudden he tightened his horses and each horse turned a circle. After standing still, he raised the sword of the earth to one side:

“Bryson, blow the trumpet, keep the whole army apart! ”

“Brando, what do you want!” Bryson almost jumped. Isn't it time to get rid of the enemy?

But he couldn't speak at once, and he stared stubbornly at the blue spiders again - but this time not on the ground, but in the sky behind Brando.

One by one, tens of thousands of fine wind spiders appear over the battlefield, as if it were a dense, sky-blue web.

There was almost a moment of silence above the battlefield.

Brando turns around.

“Brando, you...” Bryson swallowed a spit.

Freya was also stunned, not the first time she saw these spiders, but the first time Brando had directed so many spiders.

“The whole army listened," Brando's voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield: “The knights of the Royal Knight Academy, from both wings, kept raiding and proceeded -”

“Forward -”

“Forward!” After a moment of silence, the mountains shouted and roared like a tsunami.

After Baron Rodu was dragged out of the water, he almost stared at his knight, who was howling at him - strangely, he could not hear a word.

At last, however, the voice seemed to return to his senses, and he gradually heard what the man was yelling at himself: "… My lord, they are separated! ”

“What a split! ”

“Those knights are splitting up! ”

Rodu shrugged, but lost his last blood on his face, "Those guys are driving us together, and they're going to drive us forward! ”

“They're going to use us as cannon dust, my lord! ”

“My lord, they found the Harbor Guard in the rear--!” An awesome call was made in Baron Rodu's ear for a while, as if he were far from the sky, and he stood shaking, so stubbornly he replied: “Never. ”

“Ian, you help me on the horse. We have to find a way to regroup, or we will die...”

But he couldn't speak.

He suddenly saw a spear emerge between the chests of his belly knight, and he raised his head and stunned to see the long tail of the red-haired knight floating in the wind on the horse.

This is the last scene Baron Rodol saw.

And then everything goes into the cold darkness.

Sy rubbed the blood off her cheek, and she turned around, and her cold amber eyes would only warm up a little bit if she saw that figure.

Above the battlefield, at the same time, many places are performing almost exactly the same code. Rodu's knights obviously understood their ultimate destiny, but there were still attempts to resist, except that these knights were just about to gather the people around them, and there would be a gleaming golden light descending from the sky.

The hole penetrated his body instantly.

Above the battlefield, Jin Guang--

……

“Rodu is finished. ”

“The armies of Owen and Sir Maloser have been discovered, our princess is not easy. ”

The old man, full of white hair but still spirited, turned around with a smile, wearing the most traditional military uniform of Eruin, with all sorts of medals on his chest, and the brightest one, no more than the candle fire medal of the Temple of Fire - the Led Dolores, vice president of the White Lion Legion, and also the oldest qualified knight of the White Lion Legion.

In the eyes of the Cruz, he was Eruin's most respectable enemy and the true backbone of the White Lion Corps, the lion of Eruin - a cunning fox and lone wolf still a child when he became famous.

He was loyal to the Korkova royal family, neither the royal party nor the northern aristocracy, but a figure who was entrusted with the power of the royal family. But in the midst of this civil war, he stood on the side of the northern aristocracy in return for the prince's knowledge of him.

Nonetheless, no one dared disrespect him, even among the players of the year. The old man became famous for his jihad and has been the spiritual backbone of the Eruin army since then, and his loyalty to this kingdom is no less than that of anyone else.

But at this moment, the old man shook his head and looked at the other two in the room and laughed: “It's embarrassing to try to bully a little girl when you want to come to us. ”

The Marquis of Balta laughed embarrassingly, and of course he knew what they meant by that: “Rest assured, Riddle Knight, we will guarantee the safety of the princess and the little prince. ”

Although he was the Legion Leader, he couldn't harden at all in the face of this man.

The old man took a look at him.

“But what I'm more concerned about is, how did they find out about the Hong Kong Guard?” The Marquis of Balta was busy shifting the subject.

“I don't know, but their reprimands shouldn't be possible. Though Rodu had one straw bag, hundreds of his men had blocked a silver mason river, so that even a large living man could not be watched.” The old knight touched his chin: “The other party should have judged it, and it's not impossible to pass the tracks of the spider...”

“Her Royal Highness, under the guidance of that little wolf, has grown amazingly. ”

All Eruin is probably the only old knight who dares to call Ovewell the ‘Little Wolf', and Balta can't help laughing: “The eldest son of the king, under the guidance of the old man, is no worse. ”

This time the old knight nodded politely.

And while they were talking, the ‘Guest' next to them, who had never spoken, suddenly stood up. “Hey, what's that? ”

“This is… heavenly armament! ”

In the wind and rain, the direction of the Silversmith River, the golden light is orthogonally interwoven...

… (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.)