The Amber Sword

It was originally one of the largest wool trading markets to the east of the port of Ambesseur, but the previous fighting turned it into rubble. There was a lot of collapse between the ruins, with the Hong Kong Guard and aristocratic militias arguing and the White Lion Corps watching.

“Duke, the temple does not interfere in the internal affairs of others, not out of arrogance, but precisely because the temple does not want to be dictated by secular rights, a principle that is enshrined in both the sacrament and the sacred covenant, and I think you should understand that. ”

Count Vitokin put on his helmet and put armor on his squire, but his bearded hair burned, damaging his dignified appearance and looking a little ridiculous. He escaped from the Temple of Underflor with Grand Duke Sifah strapped in crowds, and his wounds were left as he crossed the fire field. The burning pain of a needle spurted his teeth as he turned his arms around his nail lobes.

“But, Reverend Cleric, isn't it one of your priorities to punish evil? Besides, the other side is the evil heresy, the enemy of the chaotic human race. ”

“It is nature that the temple does not sit idly by and ignore the suffering of the overwhelming nation.” The voice answered with some laughter.

But physical pain is no more painful than spiritual stabbing, and the power from the 'extreme realm' deters the hearts. St. Mayfist the Grey Sword dragged Meros into the gray field to suppress the flames of the commandments, but that last glance made the hearts of everyone in the place cold.

Sovereignty and titles are unjust in the face of true power, the temple is high, but they must also bow their heads in the face of the ultimate law. Vitokin glanced at his pale palms and still trembled slightly.

He looked up not far away, and Nicholas, the famous sword of the Grand Duke of Sifah, was talking at the temple at the behest of his master:

“On behalf of the Duke, may I ask, what do you intend to do? ”

“Let's put it this way, we are here at the invitation of Eruin's new royal family to hunt down St. Mayfist the Grey Sword, a man who killed a high ranking member of the Temple and was a murderous and heinous death squad. It is also a sacred object that has been lost for many years in the temple, the relic of His Majesty the King of Fire, the shard of the Holy Sword Orphis..."

The priest dressed in a cleric's robe said a bunch of nagging words, which roughly means: We will help you against St. Mayfist the Grey Sword, against the 'cult', but you will solve your own domestic affairs.

That's a typical Cruz, with his chin up high, like you hillbillies should be thanking Dade for that. Grand Duke Sifah, silent and dreadfully pale, did not dare to attack.

Already after Obergu VI, the aristocracy of Eluin gradually decayed, even forgetting that its true Eluin had a master of extreme boundaries; the first King Acme himself was a generation of holy wisdom, and by the time of the second light restoration, it was said that Eluin had two swordsaints of extreme boundaries, and the chief court sorcerer was the famous Tulaman, but after that the glory did not return.

Flaming Nicholas was also cold, "So what if the cults mixed up with Her Royal Highness? ”

The priest sighed: "Lord Wood said that we could build a temporary transmission line for you to throw the Black Blade Legion to the battlefield… this is the limit. We build a transmission array here, and in the future there will be one less transmission array in Jihad. You know, even in Cruz, such transmission arrays are only used to transmit elite legions... As for such a third-rate regiment, it's a waste to be honest, but for the sake of our allies we can sacrifice..."

Nicholas looked terribly dark, and he interrupted: "I see. Thank you for the support of the Temple. But when is the temple going to do it? ”

“Immediately, the temple's means can not be imagined by ordinary people,” the priest opened his arms and replied with amazement, "You are all waiting to see the play, oh, here it is...”

Suddenly, the quarrel over the ruins stopped. The monks of the temple of flame, dressed in red robes in the ruins of the broken wall, raised their heads together. Halfway through their eyes, the space opened from both sides, creating a pure white ripple.

In the center of the Ripple, the line of mysterious laws is opening an optical door.

The wind over the ruins stopped for a moment.

A total of twelve optical doors were suspended in the middle of the air, and then an upper, middle, and lower three layers of law stretched out of the optical doors; twenty golden red robes accompanied by flying white characters stepped out of them by a silver masked mystery.

Each person holds a flame-shaped sword.

If Brando were here, he would have recognized the Templar Knights of the Temple of Arbitration; this is one of the most special designs of the Temple of Fire, each trained by the true Knight of Fire himself, whose true fighting power often exceeds that of most of the equally powerful.

Most importantly, they tend to have only one task, namely, heresy.

Count Vitokin looked up at these Templar Knight...

Space spells… This is the highest prohibition of the Temple of Fire to infinite lands, these spells born in the Battle of the Saints have long been the highest secret of the Great Temples and the few remaining space spells in today's Vaughn.

He was also the first to see such a miracle with his own eyes, and when he saw the Temple of Fire of the Cruz Empire throwing twenty Templar Knights from the Temple to the battlefield thousands of miles away at once, he felt nothing but a blank in his mind.

As a soldier, he understands exactly what this means - that this is truly incomparable power.

But he even forgot that the Eruins had faced such power and had won a glorious victory. At that time, the temple was even more powerful, and Eruin had even just been founded, like a baby in a swaddle.

Vitokin felt nothing but a tremor and even a hint of regret that these Templar Knights could easily seize the power of Eruin. Can these aristocrats really keep their power?

Until the footsteps stepped on the stone and the debris rang from behind his head and woke him up.

Vitokin turned around and saw an old knight with white hair and pale hair pressing the handle of his sword, one deep and one light, accompanied by two other knights, wearing a dark blue old cavalry uniform with some fading, just like Raydell, the old leader of the White Lion Legion.

The old man was also looking up into the air, and the Count stood up in panic to say hello, but the old man didn't even look at him walking straight through his face.

Vito's golden face suddenly turned red and white, and the old man really looked down on them. He secretly bites the tooth curse, the White Lion Regiment is the number one in the kingdom, but so what, it is not the same that can not protect the Lion Heart Sword.

Become a whore and set up a pavilion. Boom! What's so amazing! He tore apart the noble Sven in his heart and could not help but curse him harshly.

This dissatisfaction manifests itself in the face of the Count, whispering in disdain.

But Raeld hasn't heard anything.

The old man seemed to be thinking, and he gently pressed the ivy pattern on his blade handle —— a 32-year-old cavalry sword, and the ivy mark on his sword was almost flattened. He has been accompanied by this sword for half a century since the war. Every time he brought this sword, he remembered the time when the wind and the wind were blowing over the plateau, and everything passed and followed the wind.

The young people of the White Lion were still arguing, and even Karen the child was crying out for him to leave this sad place with the White Lion; the soldier had to have the courage to face death and sorrow, and those children presented their best answers in front of the choice, and they explained the value of the White Lion.

But the White Lion Corps should not lose faith. The old man no longer had the energy to compare, and his eyes burned with a deep and firm flame, seemingly supporting the last trace of power of this aging body.

He stared forward for a long time...

Kingdom, or Lion Heart Sword.

My lord, there is not much time left for the Eruites to choose. Jihad is imminent, Madara is on the side of the bed, Eluin must not be caught in a prolonged civil unrest, the fall is in front of her...

And this land, the blood of its forefathers, is the land that bears the dreams of the Eruites; and as long as it remains, there will be a bright day for Eruides.

I'm too old, and the White Lion Corps is as old as I am, one day. I'm old enough to never carry that flag again, but in any case, I want to do my best.

Hopefully, leave it to future generations.

Someone has to take the blame.

Your Highness, Marshal, that seems to be all we can do.

……

The corporal life of the Royal Knights College and the White Lion Guard have finally killed a bloody path from the siege of the northern nobility, but that does not mean that the crisis is over. Everyone understands that there is still a heavy army build-up of the Hong Kong Guard ahead, and there is no fixed number of births and deaths today. At this point, Brando ordered everyone to disembark, slowly march down the street, and cultivate a sharp collection.

They are passing through Toffs Square, which is situated on the same axis as the Grand Temple of Andefuler, the Grand Auction House, and is the middle line west of the port of Ambesseur.

Nimaisie is somewhat worried about the speed of the army, anxious if the White Lion Regiment will catch up from behind. But Brando shook her head when she raised the issue with Brando coldly.

“No, do you know how many men the White Lion Corps has mobilized to kill us?” He asked quietly.

The female knight slipped slightly and she lowered her head slightly, estimating that in the initial battle they had encountered and crushed almost four columns of enemies, almost two to three hundred each. But they cut through the White Lion Legion's defensive line in the rush, and there must be more armies on both sides in the deep direction, which she fears will catch up from behind.

Brando saw the female knight's hesitation and shook his head to explain: “There were three close guard regiments within the White Lion Corps, Jude, Sharp Claws, and Lion's Legion, a White Lion's Blade Knights regiment, and there was a guard regiment in the past, but it was later withdrawn," Brando looked at his White Lion Close Guard and continued: "Given that the White Lion Corps is unlikely to really mobilize an army out of the border, it is likely that the elite forces mobilized from one of the regiments will join the battle. ”

“In previous battles, we met two columns of Franz, archers and light infantry columns belonging to the First Swordmen of Jude's Near Guard of the Royal White Lion Corps. After that, the squadron of light cavalry that came to support us should be a scouting cavalry of the Temple Knights Squad and the Third Swordmen of the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom, and you killed that wretched bastard, their commander Conn..."

Seeing the knight slightly unexpected, but not evident from the cold divine colour, Brando couldn't help shaking his head. In fact, Conn is still a little famous in history, and it's a shame that he just hung up, but there are undead people in the war, and he only thinks so.

“The last line of defense formed by the White Lion Heavy Guard, which we swept away, is clearly another force. Considering that the Jude Near Guard is made up of four Swordmen's Regiments, two heavy infantry regiments, it is very likely that on our front is half the complete weaving of the Jude Near Guard Regiment, that is, two Swordmen's Regiments and one heavy infantry regiment. ”

“Am I right, Sir Ovewell?” Brando turned around and asked.

The lone wolf of the kingdom nodded, some unexpectedly looking at Brando. Before the emergence of Eruin in Griffin, one of the major drawbacks of the military system was the lack of a unified structure, often ruled by nobles and lords everywhere, and the major regiments had their own system, as in the case of the northern and southern regiments.

So even if you are a soldier, you don't necessarily know the composition of other regiments. Not to mention the fact that Brando is basically incapable of saying what the path, subordination and commander of the enemy they faced before.

In fact, this is also a common phenomenon in the Vaughn continent in this era, where commanders often have to reluctantly judge which army is opposite them only by judging the flag of war, captivity, etc. The number of urons produced for this purpose is enormous, and there are a handful of classic examples in history that will be created through this factor.

But history was like a flood, and the military reform of Cruz and Madara had already begun, and soon it was about to open a whole new chapter. After the Great Devil's Tide, the era of war was approaching, and Eru, though on the last train, eventually died from the dust of history because the reform was incomplete.

Brando looked at these people, most of them military. Cadets, who were originally trained as junior officers, were the spark of the Eruin Reformation, and they knew as well as Ovewell how incredible Brando's previous judgment was.

How can one speculate on the sequence of enemies on the battlefield if one does not think so? Historically, commanders have not been so arrogant, but have fallen into traps, and there are even famous examples of ancient warfare.

But when Ovewell nodded and agreed with Brando, it got a little complicated. ‘Commander' is very confident and naturally will not be monstrous, so there is only one possibility left.

“How do you know?” Nimmasis rarely opened her mouth and asked instead of everyone else.

Brando smiled: "Because I am familiar with every army in Eruin, I know exactly what they will do and what they will do. ”

He replied that he did not want to pretend to be a prophet. Instead, he had to show that confidence, because now he was the only one who could lead them to kill a bloody path out of it, and he knew very well that he had to show enough confidence to deter people.

“You say you're familiar with every army in Eruin?” A gentle but calm voice asked.

Brando raised his head and saw Her Royal Highness dressed on one side, looking slightly bright in front of him. He remembered that Griffin was never a warm flower in the royal family, and that her swordsmanship had always been the best of her peers, and that she was involved in previous fights.

He even saw the stabbing sword worn between the waists of a half-element girl and blood stains on her face that had not completely dried up.

She turned around and stared at him with her silver eyes, a curly silver hair hanging over a dark blue woolen military uniform, and the tailored uniform wore on her every line as if it fit the curve of a teenage girl. It's really refreshing. Brando, that's when he started wearing his uniform under his skirt. No wonder he was wearing a thick cloak to cover it up, and it looked a little swollen.

However, when Her Royal Highness asked questions, the tone appeared strange.

Brando hesitated, as if to say that every army wasn't impossible. He had ‘lived’ in Eruin for nearly a century, fighting alongside a number of armies, including even noble militias. But this answer seems a little incredible, a little all-knowing.

“Well, you can't say that either," Brando answered at his discretion. "At least I should be familiar with regular army weaving. ”

He noticed a strange look on Princess Griffin's face and turned back and exchanged an indescribable look with Ovewell.

Oops, that still seems a little too much. But Brando could only go on. He conceived it and replied: "So the conclusion is obvious...”

“According to the formation of the White Lion Regiment of the Kingdom, a Swordsman Regiment should have three light infantry squadrons and one archer squadron, plus an extra squadron of magistrates, scouting squadrons, for a total of 1,100. The Heavy Infantry Regiment is half of it, so I'm judging that the White Lion Regiment on this battlefield may be less than 3,000. ”

By the time he gets here, Nimaceus will have understood. Less than 3,000 White Lion Legion men, nearly a third of them have been hit hard in previous battles. It's amazing that a single army has not collapsed by more than 30 percent in a battle. It would be outrageous to be able to continue pursuing it.

Not to mention that Brando still has more than two digits of golden talent on his hands, and even if the White Lion Regiment doesn't work together, it doesn't necessarily win.

“But don't they have to watch us leave?” Nimaisie lifted her long eyelashes and glanced silently at Brando.

“That is why we must now develop a new plan. ”

“New plan? ”

Brando nodded.

Obviously, there can be no such thing as power on the battlefield, and the Cruz is the key. Her Royal Highness seemed to think of him, and she looked up and asked, “Is it because of the Cruz? ”

“Forced by the deterrent power of the sacred and sacred covenant, the Krutz and the Temple of Fire should not intervene personally, but they can find ways to help our enemies.” Brando silently recalled the means of the Temple of Fire, and replied: "Since the Cruz are here, they certainly are not here to buy us tea -”

“Besides, we are the owners of this place, and we invite guests.” He also had the leisure time to make a joke, causing a low laugh among the cadets. Brando's flimsy attitude has won the liking of most people, and no one will like a coward, especially these young men with military qualities.

“So how can they help, Commander?” As soon as Brando's voice went down, someone asked aloud.

The majority of those present could not help but relieve themselves of hearing that the Cruz would not do so personally. In the presence of another space-time freak, like Brando, who can completely see the deterrent power of the Cruz Empire, after all, he is the only one. After all, the Empire has been powerful for centuries.

“At least they can get our enemies out of the line early on the battlefield. We have heavy soldiers in front of us and a large army behind us. Don't think that defeating the White Lion Regiment is a straight path. ”

Brando looked at the others and warned: "All we have defeated is a small fraction of a close guard of the White Lion Corps, and the real elite is still behind us. ”

“Flame door!” Princess Griffin's silver eyes shine slightly: “Are you saying that the Temple is likely to build a temporary transmission formation like the flame door of the last jihad in Ambesseur? ”

Brando nodded.

“But that kind of transmission is expensive, and it won't be one of the nine bulls for the temple. I hear there were only a few of those convoys built throughout the war, and did they have to invest so much for the nobles of the North?” Nimmasis asked.

Brando couldn't help shaking his head, a pure soldier! Her Royal Highness nodded calmly: “A stable Eruin will be much more important to the Temple than a transmission array, not to mention that Eruin, as the front line of the war, will have to have a temporary transmission array in the future...”

“In other words, the Black Blade and White Lion Legions are likely to appear on the battlefield of Ambethel at any moment.” Locka nodded.

“But our army is still led by Vlada Pez.” Enroque couldn't help but look a little different, and the guy on the horse finally woke up: “Now that's fun, aren't we going to be dumplings wrapped? ”

“Don't worry, it's all just speculation, it's the base card of the temple, after all, the transmission array has a time limit. But we have to have a plan," Brando replied, "I like to plan ahead before doing one thing, and I hope you do, too, so we need a new plan to cope with the next possible change. ”

“So what are you going to do?” Nimmasis asked.

“I haven't thought about it yet, but we can rule out those unrealistic choices one by one.” Brando replied, "There is no more direct solution than to turn around and kill back to the harbour area, with the main patrol cavalry and the Harbour Guard in front of us, but we will also have the support of our allies. ”

“It's just clearing up now, and although there are still storms out there, the temple may not be wise to make this choice again, knowing that we may be on the road. Besides, fighting at sea makes it easy for those who are stronger than the elements to destroy our sailboats, and even if they are not captured alive, they will drown --"

“That means we'll have to break through by land.” Nimaisie replied calmly, as if it had nothing to do with her, that such a knight made Brando feel strange again, quite different from the man he had in mind. In Brando's memory, the schoolsister dared to love hatred, self-confidence, always smiled with an infected heart, but never lacked dignity and determination, as if she were a natural leader.

But the knight seemed to be haunted by something. Nimaisis finally frowned and frowned, and when she looked at someone, she seemed to be immersed in her own thoughts. Seems like they're always thinking about something.

Every time Brando thinks that way, there's something strange about him. He's obviously two different people, but he always subconsciously compares them.

Nimaisie looked at herself and walked away, couldn't help but frown.

“Ah, I'm sorry.” Brando returned to God.

“Nothing, but leaving Ambesseur by land, you need to cross the Vlada Forest and cross the mountains of Anlek, which is not a straight path, but rather a thorny one. We may face the Army of the Grand Duke of Antilles, and the aristocrats of the North will not allow us to break through so easily. ”

“No, you're wrong. I'm afraid it's not a breakthrough, it's a flight, a dangerous and difficult flight, with little chance,” Brando shook his head and smiled bitterly, "but we don't have a choice right now. ”

“We must break out of Ambesseur from the southern perimeter, cross the Vlada Forest with the mountains of Anlek, and join your forces in the south. The plan between Her Royal Highness and Lord Ovewell was to break south and leave Ambethel by land, right? ”

He looked up at Princess Griffin.

“Yes," replied Half-Pokémon Girl, nodding in place of Ovewell, "but we still don't have much choice. The army in my territory will be heading north along the province of Anlek, but it will take at least three to four days to reach the southern border of the Vlada Forest. ”

“And if they are stopped by the local army in the province of Anlek, it will probably take longer. ”

When Brando heard a dark nod, he knew that the princess and Ovewell did have a cardboard, and that the army was useless to listen to. Even the army in the province of Anlek did not seem to be enough to defeat each other completely, but only for a moment.

As far as he knows, His Royal Highness the Princess in Vlada-Pais has absolutely no such strength, nor do the cadets in the Royal Knights College. In fact, at this time, the cadets in the Royal Knights College are only the first graduates, plus the newcomers like Freya and Bresson.

In other words, there must be nobility behind Her Royal Highness, the royal family is still deeply rooted. This is just to support the royal nobility, there is no calculation of the partition of the royal party, the Grand Duke of Lantoniland behind the royal party, if you don't turn your face completely, then you can really have the strength to partition with the north and south.

But that's obviously not what Princess Griffin wanted.

Brando is more aware than anyone of the character of this superficially calm and rational princess, who will never compromise on anyone.

Obviously, however, that is more than that.

He showed curiosity, and the princess must have had more than that, so she should have been forced to abstain on this table. By the way, what else didn't you think?

When she saw Brando's eyes, Princess Griffin sighed: "But not without opportunity, Mr. Brando. As long as we can get out of Port Ambesseur and retreat in the direction of St. White Bay, I can arrange reliable allies to receive us..."

St. White Bay?

Brando had a bright light in his head, and he knew this place, south of Ambethel, through the bay surrounded by cliffs after the Vlada Forest, because the geographic environment could not build ports and piers, so it generally served as a temporary windshield anchor.

But in his memory he can only recall that it was the habitat of a storm dwelling crab, a class 12 aquatic monster, which used to be associated with only a few fishermen's missions in the port of Ambessel.

Where will there be any allies?

Wait a minute!

“Anchor point,” Brando reacted suddenly and couldn't help but say, “Elouin, anchor point of the First Royal Fleet! ”

“Ah!” Princess Griffin whispered.

Speaking of which, Brando also realized what looked up at Princess Griffin, but seeing Her Royal Highness did look at him with a somewhat indescribable look, “Mr. Brando… you… how…”

Ha, I accidentally said the wrong thing again. He was a little embarrassed at the moment, and possessing previous knowledge was not a good thing, too easy to be taken as a god stick.

The secret anchor of the Royal Fleet in St. White Bay is a secret that no one outside the royal family knows...

He was trying to argue, but he didn't expect the half fairy princess to look at him with complexity, as if she understood something. Half a moment later he said: “Mr. Brando, it turns out that Captain Bunid is telling the truth... Turns out Mr. Charles is really alive, you and Mr. Charles are really...”

“Ah?” Brandoton stayed there: “Wait, what does that have to do with Charlie? Isn't it the relationship between a knight and a squire? ”

He turned around somehow.

Seeing Charles smile.

……

(PS: I forgot the time when it was written, I read and wrote 8K words... OTL at once, I don't want to split up on the most recent scene, send it together.

Explain also that recently, when I wrote the Optical Circle of Conflict, if I remember correctly, it should be 7 o'clock protection by now, before there was a chapter of miswritten calculation formula written at 11 o'clock, that should be BUG, and now it's changed. Everything follows Brando's formula when he meets Alberton.) (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.)