The Amber Sword

The gray sky is crumbling over your head, like oatmeal dissolved in milk. Brando stood in the middle of the plain, looking at the body of the Deputy Commander of the Templar Knights of Fire, on whom the black flame was fading away, like a black butterfly dancing.

“What do you say?” Otales suddenly asked.

“It's dangerous.” Brando gasped slightly. His last fight with Williams gave him a deep sense of the gap between the truly powerful and, even at the last minute, if Williams did not fight back, he would not be able to break through the defense of the deputy commander without opening the fanatical talent attack of the fool.

In the end, it was up to him to save his life. But anyway, luckily, he won, that's enough.

Paused for a while.

Brando suddenly asked, "Lord Otales, you knew Traciman's team was broken, didn't you? ”

Otales smiled gently: “There are things that impress me only if I get to know them myself. Years of war have taught me this. It's hard for a recruit to turn into a veteran without experiencing setbacks, little guy. ”

Brando had relatives, and Williams pulled him into the extreme plains for a moment, and the jus cogens of the Brigadier was broken - Metisa, Charles, and other summonses were isolated from the world - meaning that even in circulation, Traciman's team had the same blossom.

In terms of the final result, he was fortunate to have won the war. Fortunately, however, it was Williams, not the other more powerful opponents, who discovered the blossom, so he was not the one lying on the ground now.

That means he still has a chance to make up for it.

But the reason he asked Otales was to suddenly think that the enemy of the Four Saints was not Odin the Dragon of Darkness? Elaine, the deer shemale, told him that Odin was also a powerful traveling magician, but since the Four Saints were able to defeat Odin, the traveling magician was not above the world.

Otales seemed to see what he thought, softly answering: “It is said that every traveling magician is pursuing the perfect circle, and that, under almost perfect conditions, the law can make itself a world. In this cycle, the power of the Brigadier Master is impeccable. Unfortunately, no one has done this yet...”

Brando knew her sub line was: Odin didn't do it, otherwise they wouldn't have lost.

“Odin's team is sunless, and that set is much more aggressive than the one you have. That set of cards is characterized by the transformation of all elements into dark forces, which in turn are his home, can you imagine fighting the Dragon of Darkness with his stronger and weaker feelings? ”

“It sounds a little like Madara. ”

“Don't interrupt, Madara's spirit was once his subordinate and admirer.” Otales replied, "Odin doesn't have as many biological cards as Tumen and Traciman, and all of his cards are artifacts, powers, spells and boundaries. And he was strong, and he didn't have your poor little weakness, but we beat him in the end. ”

“How did you do that?” Brando was curious.

She was somewhat proud: "Because his core power is conversion, he must still convert our power through artifacts and spells on the field. His cards can form a loop much faster than you can, and he can form a loop as soon as he hands on it, and the rest is to keep filtering cards to fight back against our attacks, and every time he strikes back, he can extract dark elements from it to continue his loop. ”

“Wait, you mean he doesn't have a land tag? ”

“The land sign is a weakness of the travel magician, how could he leave this blossom behind? Little fella, do you really think the cards won't be attacked in your world? You forgot how you got into Williams' world? He has only just crossed this polar realm, and the real polar plain is a whole world, a world where one's laws are maximized. And the magician's plaque, in his extreme plains...”

“Ah.” Brando couldn't help but lose his voice.

“So owning a place card is a weakness in itself, and we can't just fight your place card back like a true travel magician. But they can be violently destroyed.” Otales went on to say, "Odin is a genius, and he designed this set of cards that don't need a ground tag. But unfortunately, it also buried a hidden danger, and in the final war, Finzan constantly dismantled his core spell, causing his elements to break chains to give us the chance to ride. ”

“How can you fight back against fate cards? ”

“No, we can actually do that, but it's not that simple. Because the spell that counters his spell will also be countered and converted by his spell," Otales insisted, "We dismantle our own attack in a clumsy but effective way before he counters our spell. Because of the lack of ground cards, Odin had very limited elements to activate the card set, and once his counterattack was not replenished, the elements would be exhausted, so we finally won after paying a huge price. ”

Brando sounded stubborn and didn't expect the result to be so simple. But he knows it just sounds, and I'm afraid it's something else. The Dark Dragon himself had more power than the Four Saints. Under his attack, he also had to attack each other to dismantle each other's spells. The fierce battle at the time was conceivable.

Brando only knows that in the last battle, the Allied Coalition lost nearly four fifths of its strength. All who survived became heroes.

He heard his heart shake, but he couldn't help but sigh with some disappointment: I didn't expect that even the Dark Dragon could escape the defeat, and he thought that the Brigadier Master was invincible.

However, he also had some hidden expectations in his heart that the master of the tour was pursuing the perfection of the realm, which was what Tumen had told him. And now Otales tells him again, does the impeccable team really exist?

Otales couldn't help but smile at him: “Come on, little guy, you should realize that. How can you be a true travel magician when you have someone else's card group? The ultimate aim of the first-class strong, whether a travel magician or a saint, is to open up their own laws. ”

Brando nodded.

He raised his head and the extreme plains of Williams were almost gone. He stretched out his hand and caught a few bits of cold rain in his hand. The storm outside of Mount Alke was infiltrating the world, and the voices of the two armies engaged became clearer.

Indeed, it is time to follow his own path.

He had some hesitation, but it was also necessary in the situation. Eru's wind and rain shake, choosing his own set of cards means starting over, and by the day he becomes a brigadier, the kingdom is not expected to exist anymore.

But it's different now.

Ambethel has another history in which Her Royal Highness has not compromised anyone and where there is a glimmer of hope for Eruin. The rest, he already has the ability to grasp everything.

The world of Williams has completely collapsed and the sound of the wind and rain outside has reappeared. At that moment, however, his figure returned to the clouds of rain.

Everyone in the mountain forest saw the Lieutenant Commander of the Templar Knight Regiment lying on the ground and Brando standing beside him with the sword of the earth in his hand.

There was a moment of silence in the rain screen.

From Williams pulling Brando into the extreme plains, to Brando killing him, the outside world is only moments away. The hearts of Princess Griffin, Antina, Metisa, Charles and everyone out there have gone through a journey from hell to heaven.

“Lord...” Antitina leaned slowly back against the black pine tree as if she had lost all her strength.

“Mr. Brando!” Metissa's joy is like the sound of a lark that can penetrate through the mountains.

“Ha," Charles stood in the rain with a faint smile on his face - just like when he and Brando went with him to steal the Valuable Collection of the Duke of Goran-Elson - a sincere smile from the heart.

Andrig grunted softly. The concern on the vampire's pseudo-woman's face seemed to have just vanished and then turned into the warmest happy smile: "Lord! ”

The tall Lopal did not speak, and the Lizard Lord had only a strong colour in his eyes, believing that his lord was like believing in the most distinguished hero of his clan. Because heroes never disappoint people who trust them.

The mercenaries of Rubis cheered in unison, and the red-haired maiden took a long breath and silently drew a cross on her chest.

In the crowd--

Only Princess Griffin closed her eyes and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

At that moment she finally felt that Lord Martha had not abandoned the kingdom. It's like mothers watching her children gently all the time, watching them for generations adhering to that noble glory and belief.

It's still raining.

The Templar Knight has only seven left, with cold hands and feet. They did not know how to accept the facts before them, lost their companions and even the Deputy Head of Mission died here in battle.

The noblest blood of the Cruz travels quietly on this remote mountain where they don't even know their names.

On the cloud.

The fire shone brightly, and the tower of the Black Tower Wizard was torn apart by a fierce explosion, before falling down into the mountains of Anlek.

The Southern Legion's Feilong cavalry is organizing its final battle, with a rally of explosions beneath the rain screen and the kingdom's knights giving their greatest courage under the golden light.

The Taylor withdrew from the battle.

The Iris withdrew from the fight.

A fire broke out in the cabin of the Rolbo, followed by a martyrdom explosion.

The Vaughnley crashed.

Nosta felt that the wound under his armor was about to tear open, and the shoulder of his sitting Aaron was sliced open by shrapnel into a huge mouth, and his tail and wings were burned. The pain tormented every inch of his nerves, but he understood that he could never take a step back, with the Templar Knight fighting with Brando's pedestrians on the left and right, before they had to stop the Krutz fleet from covering the central position of the Princess's army.

But the Southern Legion has done its utmost.

Without reinforcements, it seems as if the division of victory and defeat is a long way off. Though the northern coalition is slowly retreating above the ground, the monks and soldiers of the temple of flame above the sky are trapped by an endless meteor that paints a nightmarish picture in the rain screen.

There was a row of crisp noises in the ears.

That was the firing of a gunman on the shell deck of the Peyran, and Nosta felt a massive blow to his chest, but he grabbed the reins dead. Several more comrades fell from the air on one side.

“I've done my best. ”

He raised his head as if he wanted to see the bright light of the rings of the wind. But the storm made the entire Ambesseur coast obscure. Together, the heavens and the earth are dark beneath the clouds, and the sun can barely penetrate through the clouds.

There is no light in the darkness.

Nostak squeezed his eyes.

Suddenly...

In the darkness of the distance there seems to be a glimmer of light. In an instant, the Palin seemed to have been torn apart from its weakened magic shield, and a flame lit up on this Cruz flagship.

Explosions, flames, shattered blocks of wood rise from the deck.

“It's shelling! ”

Nosta seemed to have struck a spirit and woke up. How could there be shelling? Was it a Krutz accident? No, he suddenly remembers that glimmering light point.

He turned back somewhat rigidly over there.

……

It seems that the Cruz do not believe they have been attacked.

But the Connolia II fleet is indeed suffering from unexpected and heavy artillery fire from the flanks, with bright exploding lights staggering through the sky.

The first round fell flanking seven frigates. Especially the most marginal, the White Lasso, was absorbed almost entirely by sideboard armor due to a lack of security, and the entire battleship was disintegrated in mid-air and turned into a brilliant fireworks.

The shelling continues.

A strange fleet is plunging straight into the battlefield from the direction of St. White Bay, and heavy artillery bursts out of this fleet, covering the entire flank of Connolia II like a storm.

The Cruz lost almost a tenth of their ship in an instant.

The huge fleet tried to turn around clumsily, as if they finally realized who their opponent was. That is indeed a fleet that is no less despicable than the Eluyns who bought these battleships from the Pokémon, and for twenty years they spent countless human and financial resources building this fleet.

This is arguably the only army in this ancient kingdom with the atmosphere of this era.

The Royal First Fleet is sailing slowly forward in the clouds.

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