The Amber Sword

The sun was shaped like a bright sword, and the fog opened. Above the highlands, the flower mat, the river running bright as silver, but a row of spears broke out of the fog between the forests, the highland infantry body armour went hand in hand, innumerable swallowtail flags and spear flags in view, each with the shield crest of the leading knight, from lions to pelicans, thorns to wreaths.

Finn, Constantine, Bullet, the Northern Alliance are assembling, flowering over Kawano with long guns in the woods, such as the snow spear tip slightly ups and downs as the noble infantry breathes, creating a glittering ribbon a few miles away.

From the far-sighted view of Mount Angkor, the south appears to have become an overwhelming ocean, with flags floating above it, reflecting from time to time a piece of weaponry. Brando tightened his lips, and this was the real war, and it was only at this moment that he had the illusion of coming back to the past.

Everyone held the long sword in their hands without realizing that the tiger's mouth was white; the aristocratic militiamen forgot to breathe and looked at the infinite army with wide open mouths.

And after the army, several tails are still coming in. Tens of thousands of people breathe together as if the wind were going to stop for this unprecedented oppression.

The breeze is calming on the Marl Heights.

The air became dull and heavy, which was a sign before the storm hit. Above the glorious green meadow, a knight is accelerating out of the northern coalition's cloud-like main battle, with the knight holding a long gun and a dazzling run all the way to the northern position.

“Look at that, that is the Genius Knight of the Journalist of Hong Kong (1). The Count intended to refer to him as a columnar captain. I heard that he was taking his father's place. ”

“A 20-year-old columnist? ”

'Cause it's genius. I hear Lord Viscount fought several beautiful battles with the Lions of Donitoquinin, a miraculous victory. The veterans who fight with him call him "Wanagh," you know?‘ Wanagh 'is a legendary mountain hero. ”

“Veterans? ”

“Those veterans who fought in the November war, he can command them. He is the only one who can command them. I hear the Count intends to train him as the next generation of the Legion Leader. ”

“That's ridiculous. ”

“It is possible that it is rumored that Lord Viscount is the closing disciple of Saint Darius, the sword of the earth. Think about it, before Lord Kensei became famous, didn't people call him" Wanag "? ”

“I don't think it's possible, but I heard Lord Darius has offspring. Who knows where he went afterwards? Perhaps the Viscount is the descendant of that adult. After all, Lord Darus is still reluctant to see Eruin split...”

Soldiers talked and ended up saluting each other. In the Light Age of the Kingdom, Saint Darius the Sword retained a legendary reputation in Eruin, and his final mysterious retreat was inscribed in the dark for this legend. Civilians believe that Earth Sword Holiness is the guardian saint of the kingdom and will eventually come out again in time of distress.

In Amber Sword, such statements are widely disseminated even among some players. Eruin players even revamped the military swordsmanship left behind by Darus for this reason, but no one, including Brando, would have thought that the patron saint of the kingdom would eventually, just as well, escape the judgment of time.

And by that last hope, drowned in the ashes of Butch.

Brando had a long sword in his hand, and his heart was bright.

Viscount von Doughnin raised his head high and his temper grew. If you look closely, this rider, wrapped in silver armor, is the young man who stood next to Vitokin a few days ago, the captain of the knight who clashed with Brando before the auction house. He was a genius knight of the Jordanians, and even the veterans of the November war admired him, believing that he might be the next sword saint of the earth.

Viscount von Doughnin was also deeply convinced.

With his long gun in his hand, he slowly circled around the main position of the Northern Alliance, behind him a cloak like a golden flame, passing by the Northern Alliance soldiers like a landslide tsunami, cheering and shouting:

“Wagner! Wagner! ”

“Wagner! Wagner! ”

A shiny sweat bead on the young man's forehead came to Count Vitokin with his head still high. The Count nodded satisfied and the White Lion Legion was born, but the Blackblade Legion was not without a successor. Especially since the November war veterans were not honored, the young man's battle with the Toquinin Lions in the north was perfect, as was the case with the young sword of Saint Darus.

Although Count Vitokin ignored the rumors that circulated to the lower soldiers, if Von Doughnin were to become another earth sword saint one day, the Black Blade Corps would not necessarily have surpassed the White Lion Corps. He took a long gun from a young man - the commander speared first, an important belief of the Black Blade Corps, but now there is only one ceremony left - and Count Vitokin asked faintly: "Do you see the princess's position? ”

“Clear, Count! ”

“How's that?”

“insane. ”

In the shadow of the foot of Mount Aulk, three great formations are silent, thousands of aristocratic militiamen lined up long lines on the north bank of the stream, the first three platoons carrying four or five metres long spears, and an elliptical shield reflecting the sun - these fantastic tower shields are unlike any other species of human being, but some resemble the throats of Anse, the field troops of the Silver Elves of the year.

A sinking silver barrier stretches across the northern coalition.

“It was the genius of the man who took the covenant.” For the first time, Brando wore a full set of knight's armor and sat on the horse's back at the center of the Square, hearing Count Odin beside him say that, he also looked up at the willing knight in front of the Northern Allies in the distance.

“In the north, the Blackblade Legion fought the Toquinin Golden Lion, and Viscount von Doughnin circled with no less than a quarter of his strength, inserted behind the enemy and burned the Toquinin Golden Lion's granary. Persecuting the Temple of the Earth cannot be temporarily discharged. Makaro once said that this man must be the star of Eruin's future. Mr. Brando, you need to be careful that this man is.” Princess Griffin whispered behind Brando.

Brando lifted his facial armor and moved steadily, smiling softly.

He's got nothing to be careful of. Be careful of each other. Historically, this man was killed for Freya, and now Eruin's goddess of martial arts is on this battlefield, and the Viscount is afraid of bad luck.

Sir Wolf Ovewell noticed Brando's divinity and couldn't help but smile: “What, does Mr. Brando seem to be old with this man? ”

Brando nodded.

Not only is there old, but this man owes him a duel.

“Princess Griffin was not born to form the core of the central position. ”

Old Knight Laird took a single binoculars away from his eyes, and the corners of his fishtail eyebrows slightly moved as he wrinkled, "Which army is that? ”

“Look, the flag is Odin's private army. ”

“This is insane.” The Marquis of Balta sighs, too, "it seems that successive victories have made His Royal Highness a little less hostile, and this battle is only to be won by one battle. ”

That is exactly what most first-line aristocratic commanders here thought - that the first battle was won and won; it seems that Lord Martha still belongs to the North, and why not the Korkova family, although the Sifah royal family has been deprived of its glory? Count Vitokin kept his eyes closed and thanked himself for not standing on the wrong team.

We're gonna win.

Above the battlefield ——

The princess's army extended its left and right flanks backwards onto Mount Aulk, giving way to two mountains in the south, Mount Machenko and Mount Velko. Forming a huge battlefield belt based on the center.

The main position became the centre and prominence of the entire battlefield, and Her Royal Highness intended to mobilize the equilibrium of the entire battlefield with this middle axis.

Everyone can't help but have this exclamation: “How magnificent, how big a pen. ”

It's just a shame.

“But as soon as the middle axis breaks down, the Princess's army loses its support," Viscount von Doughnin pointed at the shadow of Mount Aulk in the north, and the divine analysis said, “the entire battlefield is then divided by us, and they have to fight each other, defeating no sooner. ”

“How could Ovewell make such a mistake? It's a lone wolf in the kingdom!” An aristocratic officer asked aloud.

“Because he wants to pursue a stronger initiative, which is the character of the lone wolf, invincible lurking, one blow and one kill!” The Viscount replied confidently.

“Where are the cadets at Naga and Wang Li Knight Academy? ”

“Must be on the left and right wings!” Viscount von Dougnin replied word for word.

Everyone felt it, and Count Vitokin raised his head and stared for a long time under the shadow of Mount Aulk. Half a dozen, his eyes fell on the young man on the dragon's back: "Viscount von Doughnin, can you be the new king's vanguard? ”

Viscount von Doughnin was ecstatic in his heart, and he understood that this was his best chance to become famous in World War I, his famous history, and immediately started high, "Nature. ”

The warriors crossed the border, and the nobles' orders interwoven over Kawano. A flag in the Northern Alliance was passing back and forth, and the army began to pull out slowly.

Everyone held their breath and Brando suddenly felt a little cool on his forehead.

Wind's up.

“Spear! ”

“Forward, keep the queue!” The first to be pulled out was the Bullet Column from Belsas (1), with the Bullet infantry only on their chest armor, a trident in their hand, a wide-edged helmet, loose horse pants, and then tied to an iron foot guard below their knees. Bullet's disciplined, unified blue and white robes line up, overlooking the sky as if a blue and white ribbon was slowly separating from the Northern Allies above the meadows.

Viscount von Doughnin rides on a vast terrace of walking dragons, with his rangers following him behind the infantry, looking out, the thin two columns of infantry traverse the entire valley, the blue and white queues along the undulating terrain, the flags flying, there are hundreds of them.

While knowing that this wave of attacks is only a test, it also inevitably gives life a thriving feeling. This is the real war. How many can see it for themselves? Talk about personal involvement. Besides, he understands that this war will be his famous war.

Since then, Von Doughnin has been another name in Eruin's history.

He raised the long gun in his hand and shouted out loudly, "I will spear first, and wait for me to win! Long live Eruin! Long live the king!” The sound shook Kawano, and the coalition of the North responded.

Cheers of a landslide tsunami.

The roar, like a watermark, caused the aristocratic vigilantes under Count Odin to make a ripple. The vigilantes tightened the spear in their hands, and the sweat was unknown. Count Odin looked at his nervous men and couldn't help but sigh. The plan was too bold. How could his men be competent?

He looked back at Brando.

Brando had no worries on his face, and he was listening proudly to His Royal Highness on one side. “I have heard from Lord Ovewell about Mr. Brando's heroic acts in Lidenburg on that day, but I wonder what was the scene when Mr. Brando launched the attack?” Princess Griffin looked at the Northern Army and looked as usual.

Back then.

Brando laughed, “I don't think much, but people have to survive. Nobility is the same, civilians are the same, and there is no distinction in the face of life. ”

“Is that what Mr. Brando wants to warn me about?” Her Royal Highness asked very acutely.

“No, it's just an idea. ”

Princess Griffin glanced at him.

Brando was silently counting, and suddenly he turned back and said, "Antitina, how much longer? ”

“Less than ten meters, Lord. ”

The clerk lady beat behind him and answered softly with red eyes.

The brightly dressed infantry battalions are proceeding slowly along the valley. For them, the position of the army of princesses on the north bank where the streams meet is still a gray line that no one would expect to be attacked at this time.

And the temple priests of the flames accompanying the army began to sing prayers, and the psalms reverberated over the wilderness forests, descending from time to time upon the sky a golden light, held against the infantry.

This is a flame protection spell, a massive blessing that adds 1 point of protection and 1 point of flame backlash to the surgeon. However, the more protective and armored this spell is, the lighter the armor, the more complete the proceeds, complementing the Bule infantry.

But this is exactly the time.

All over the battlefield, all of a sudden a flash appeared in Bure's infantry queue, where several Bure infantry soldiers were suddenly thrown high and the bodies fell like puppets on flowering grass.

Then the sound of thunder exploded all over Kawano--

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Background note:

(1) Nayo, Yanni Rasu Bank Province near a fishing village in Grey Mountain developed port. (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.)