The Amber Sword

The green leaves are bright and dripping with a thin mist beneath the branches, and the Vlada Forest is quiet and picturesque. However, eventually someone broke the scarcity, and the knight opened a leaf of shrub with a long sword, allowing the horse to come out from behind the bush, and he saw a walker sitting in the open forest space not far away.

Makaro raised his head and saw the man behind the knight, his depressed face stretched out. He patted off the leaves on his shoulder and stood up and said, "You're finally here. ”

The young man sat obliquely on the back of his horse, his face slammed and looked at them, and he did not answer.

Makaroma realized it was wrong.

Within his sight, many knights in black and red robes suddenly surfaced in the forest, surrounding the royal party.

Dozens of long bows that crumbled the strings flashed with cold arrows, aiming at everyone next to the campfire.

It's the army of the Grand Duke of Lantoniland, and this is not a joke.

“What do you mean, Ike?” Makaro asked aloud.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Macaro,” Eko looked at them and replied blatantly, "You know, as long as I'm a knight, even if it's only for a second —— I won't break my oath! ”

Makaro knew exactly what Ike wanted, and he couldn't believe he was going to start going crazy at this point, "You're making a fool of yourself, Ike, you know what's right. This is our last chance to rescue Prince Haruze and escort him to the Grand Duchess at once. ”

“No,” Ike interrupted him, “I know what's right, justice and ideals! As you once told me, the Royal Party believes, yet we ask ourselves, are we still on the side of glory? ”

“Have we lost the sharpness of the reformers by saying too many failures, and the royal party promised to keep its vows, but then what? Is all we need is a victory? ”

The young man raised his head and looked radiantly in the direction of the port of Ambesseur, beneath the blue sky, like a holy white city.

The glitter shines, making it impossible to see.

“No, what we need is to regain the spirit that the Eruites have completely abandoned, which is the common pursuit of the King's Party, Her Royal Highness, and all the Eruites.” He turned around and stared at the others, “The battle is far from over, is the King's Party leaving the battlefield...? ”

“You're crazy, Ike.” Makaro couldn't believe that his students would say something like this, and he immediately quietly made a gesture to Buga beside him, indicating that he was holding the crazy young man back.

But Ike seemed extraordinarily sober today, and he immediately turned back to Buga and said, "Teacher Buga, I command you to stand by me as the new Count Caroline, the sole heir of the Grand Duke of Lantoniland and commander of this army. Just because I'm not ordering you to knife your companion, and the princess is still in town, I just want Rantoniland's men to keep their vows - now I have the honor, but I don't want to be alone. ”

“Command and glory are here, Teacher Buga, please don't let me down. ”

Young people say honestly.

Buga and Makaro looked at each other with a bitter smile in their eyes. They prepared for this moment for much time, but did not anticipate the outcome.

“Ike, this knight-in-the-mind idiot, can't say that. I know you're here, Yura.” The kingdom's sly fox shook its head and could not bear to shout in the forest.

A sound of horseshoes and a blind young girl came out of the back of Eko. Her face was gentle and quiet, but her eyes could not see, but her heart seemed to see everything.

“Yura, you can tell right from wrong. ”

“Yes, because I only ask the heart,” Yura smiled, "Jiufeng spoke, and the gentleman swore a promise and a thousand gold. ”

Makaro and Leewoods sighed together. They couldn't help but raise their heads for a moment, above the branches, the clouds and the sky - the blue sky as if it reflected everything from the past, when the King's Party was also keen to move forward.

Makaro remembered the most difficult times he had ever experienced, and he even had to remain anonymous as the head of a mercenary regiment in a remote area. Perhaps the Royal Party has experienced too many failures, too many waits, so much that it cannot afford another failure.

The future of Eruin has gone far away from people like them.

……

The Grand Duke of Lantoniland's army has finally entered, carrying a flag that no one can imagine - but no one can guess the mystery. In Port Ambesseur, the cadets of the Royal Knights College are crossing the South City without meeting their imaginary enemies.

And their enemy, the Port Guard of Ambesseur, is experiencing one of the worst failures in decades.

Sannir and his men were marching in the ruined position of the Harbour Guard, and in its scorching, cold, narrow pupils, the Harbour Guard under the Marquis of Yulian finally collapsed a moment ago, and the collapsed soldiers came out from behind the position with their arms up in their hands, in an alarming number.

Just four hours.

Although the Port Guard of Ambesseur claims to have a strength of 35,000, Sannir estimates that they have defeated at most less than half of them positively. In areas as affluent as Ambesseur, the presence of mercenaries is similar to that of the Hong Kong Guard, where the eating of empty wages has been acquiesced to and most nobles are aware of it.

But the question is, who dares attack the temple's territory?

Sannir gave this businessman's parliament a loud answer with his own Greyfin Naga Guard, more than 15,000 old soldiers, who were completely crushed in less than half a day on the frontal battlefield, no more than five kilometres wide. Not even to flee, but to be captured in a formal manner.

This is a joke.

Marquis Julien stared or didn't try to predict what was going on in his heart, and the only thing he didn't understand was what was going on in Naga.

Sannir saw his deputy with a darker scale to report to him and asked if he wanted to move forward. It raised its head and the scorched yellow pupil reflected the inner city of the port of Ambessel.

This is Eruin's strongest fortress in the South.

But they're going to support that human to that point.

He glanced at the Trident of the Sea God in his hand, and the gemstone on the Trident shimmered as if it were a gamble. Then it nodded.

Keep pushing.

Meet Brando.

……

The situation on the battlefield is quietly tilting.

The Cruz entered, and the Blackblade Legion is completing its final assembly.

The sun-blocking Feilong knights are killing over the port of Ambesseur. On the more distant horizon, a team of winged monsters appears to form a curved dome, with the sky floating with tsunamis and noise.

The moment was a doomsday scene.

What Danos saw on his mount was a wall, a flying dragon wall coming from the front. It wasn't just the Blackblade Legion's Dragon Knight, he saw the crest on all kinds of shields, and almost the entire North's Dragon Cavalry was gathered here.

A man faces a thousand armies.

Danos had lost his mind when he seemed to have seen the same scene on another battlefield. There are endless dead spirits, all that remains is despair. He even thought Eruin was the only one left to resist.

Today, however, he feels a lot of anger.

This kingdom had such a powerful army, but why is it still his enemy? Where were they when faced with Madara? They're killing each other.

Is this kingdom really still alive?

Danos felt that kind of fluttering despair, and he closed his eyes.

In the darkness, it was a cloudy rainy night with a flame running straight into the sky.

The South Gate is nearing sight.

So Brando also stopped discussing his own descent, and he understood more than any other, that at this moment a large, previously unpredictable regiment was crossing the Ambezier Strait, even thousands of miles across, and appearing on this frontal battlefield. Ambesseur is surrounded by a huge army cloud, becoming a dangerous place.

This conclusion can be drawn either from the inference of one's own heart or from the information received from Danos.

Yet the Southern Legion's Flying Dragon Battalion is losing ground.

Brando has ordered them to retreat in the direction of St. White Bay. This is the last retreat, success or defeat, all look at this last fight.

They don't have much time left.

He has led the cadets of the Wang Li Knight Academy through the entire southern city of Ambesseur, from Old Fisherman's Street to Villigan Square, without a trace of an enemy.

Even though Brando had doubts in his heart, he was afraid to delay doing so. The enormous fortress at the south gate of the port of Ambesseur seemed to have appeared in his sight momentarily.

But it's like a dead fortress.

Where's the Hong Kong Guard?

Brando and everyone couldn't help but look up, and then they saw a familiar figure appearing in their field of view.

The moment on Long Street was holy white, in the golden sun.

And the man on the fortress smiled, and raised his hand high. In the midst of the rampage, the enormous south gate of the port of Ambesseur is slowly opening.

Everyone couldn't bear to open their mouths.

Count Odin stood high in the city, with his sword in his hand, looking at the army that gradually emerged from down the long street. To be precise, he was looking at the young lord of the leader, who was in the forefront of that army.

It's like the light that lit the hearts and minds in that long night.

He believed that at such a moment, the miracle would return to Eruin. But it wasn't until he saw Princess Griffin behind Brando that he realized that Martha had never left her people.

Brando laughed too.

It was as if he had returned to that turbulent history, surrounded by like-minded comrades. The Eruites have never given up, and so have they.

Even in the face of thousands of horses, but so what?

“In the rings of the wind, I heard you would save the kingdom," Count Odin shouted in the city, “but I don't believe it! ”

“So you're here? ”

“Yes,” Count Odin laughed. “So here I am. ”

“I wish to witness it for Her Royal Highness. ”

“All of it. ”

Behind Brando, the half elf girl bit her lower lip, but there were tears in her silver eyes. The kingdom has decayed, but new buds have been born.

Like life, week after week.

More than a turn.

… (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.)