The Amber Sword

At the same time that Brando's travelers were attacked, it was dark and raining on the line of defense for which the Cruz were responsible, and Sir Hawthorne rode the dragon of war through the forest with his monks and soldiers. “What a ghost.” He whispered, "Thanks to the weather that the Eruins can withstand, once is enough for us!” The monks laughed low when they heard that Hawthorne, from the warm northern foothills of Mount Cruzmann, was very uncomfortable with the humidity and shade of Ambethel.

The dragon under the saddle stands more than three meters tall and weighs half a ton of iron armor, making it the most common mount for heavy cavalry in this era. Every step it takes, the ground seems to tremble slightly, leaving an inch deep in a muddy forest.

They appeared here in response to reports that a light frigate of the Connolia fleet had been attacked by strangers on the way back home after the Royal Eruin fleet had ceased its attacks. However, the Aeroines' Northern Allied Ferris Dragon Cavalry did not find any trace of the frigate in the relevant airspace, so it was their turn to launch their ground forces.

Hawthorne bet that the frigate must have crashed and walked through the forest and the remains of a burning battleship did appear in their blindfolds. The formerly windy war machine now leaves only a broken shelf, with broken masts and wind sails scattered over the ground, and even cables hung on nearby branches.

“This is the frigate that was reported to have been attacked and crashed. It's huge.” Sir Hawthorne had to think.

“Oh, my God, it's the Bullfighting Shark!” Someone recognized the frigate and shouted it out, "Who made it look like this? ”

“I think we'll soon find out," Sir Hawthorne suddenly raised his head and pulled out his sword with a shout: “There are enemies, ready to fight. ”

Following his roar, everyone saw a sudden pink monster climbing out of the wreckage of the battleship, climbing up an upside down mast, quickly reaching the fracture. It's a giant monster that looks like a bat, it looks like a humanoid creature, it's about two or three meters tall, it's more developed in the forelimbs than in the hindlimbs, it's got a muscle knot in the upper arms, it's got a bull-headed head around its neck, and it's got a nose ring.

“It's the devil, the savage devil!” Someone at the tip of his eyes called out the monster's name. Demons are one of the dead enemies of the Temple of Fire, and monks and soldiers have seen the images of these demons in various scriptures and scriptures.

“Spread out!” Sir Hawthorne reacted faster than they did.

Barbarians are the main air force of the sulfur river. Young savages have both the power of silver peaks and the power of gold primaries once they reach adulthood. And before Sir Hawthorne's eyes, this barbarian has grown a long horn, clearly a true adult barbarian lord, who, like many other demons, possesses the gift of managing flames and several spell-like abilities described as flames.

Fireball is one of them.

With the flash of fire, a flame had blown up in the formation of monks and soldiers of the Temple of Cruz Flame, and several young monks and soldiers had suddenly turned into firemen. After setting fire to the ball, the Lord of the Barbarian demons howled on the broken mast, like enjoying the pleasure of killing, "Damn demons!” Sir Hawthorne couldn't help but pound his wrath. He immediately ordered the sitting dragon to rush forward. The Lord of the Barbarians fan wings flew from the boat to the air and threw fireballs at him one after the other.

But Sir Hawthorne was not afraid, as if he were passing through a flame, close enough behind. Take the spear off your back and throw it forward.

The monks saw only one straight line of gold coming out of Sir Hawthorne's hand, and the next moment it was the Lord of the Barbarians in the sky. It's a magic spear of the temple character. The spear head is sanctified and is the natural enemy of the devil. Short spears hit the wings of Lord Barbarian, like a drop of water in boiling oil, and a blazing white flaming bear burned.

Seeing the barbarian lord scream and fall from the sky, one hit the broken mast of the battleship, his head immediately pulled his spine out of his muscles a few meters away from the body division. I couldn't die any longer.

The monks and soldiers stood still for a moment and shouted in unison.

Hawthorne was relieved, too. He turned around and probably knew what hit the bullfight shark and crashed it. It seems that Archdeacon Wood's speculation is true, that the devils have invaded Eruin, that the devils lack a high air force, and that the Barbarian Lord is one of the best flying troops under the sulphur river.

But that's when he suddenly heard a scream, “What is that? ”

Sir Hawthorne was shocked and subconsciously followed the voice back. He felt the sky slightly lit up, and the layers of clouds in that direction split apart, and a flaming meteorite descended from the sky and fell in some direction.

And then, as if it were a replication of this scene, the black clouds rolled like boils, and countless flames of red light appeared behind separate clouds. Then a meteorite tore the clouds down and reflected half the sky into a bloody red color.

Sir Hawthorne has been utterly stunned. He had estimated that those meteorites had fallen in the direction of the main position of the Northern Allies, and that, at the end, he had a cold heart, and he had seen with his own eyes a meteorite strike the Pelan, halfway up in the sky, where the Cruz flagship had been turned to ash in a bright light.

At that moment Sir Hawthorne even forgot that the captain of the Connolia fleet was still on this flagship, and in fact he had lost his ability to think. There is no magic array in the sky, it is the spell of the devils, and it should be the top spell of the fourteen rings - the end of the day.

There was a monarch high-ranking demon entering the portal, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

……

“What are you talking about!? ”

“Where are they now?” Makaro spoke at the same time as Ovewell, but they didn't have time to say the next word. Suddenly there was a bright light outside the camp and a shout came in from outside the tent.

It was like half the sky was lit outside the tent.

Something big happened. Everyone was shocked, and Charles was the first to turn around and open the tent door. Then the silent red-haired girl rushed out of him, and then Antina, Makaro and Ovewell looked at each other and followed her out.

As soon as we got out of the tent, everyone instantly lost their language skills. In their field of view, only the northwest sky was lit by fire, and countless meteors fell from the sky like rain to the ground.

Makaro quickly reckoned that direction was exactly Buenos Angeles.

“The Devil has begun to attack the Northern Allies!” He immediately concludes.

“It's doomsday, the wizard with the extreme boundaries.” Ovewell sucked in a cold breath: “It was the demon monarch, Martha, and I'm afraid this time it's going to be an entire regiment of demons, more than ever recorded! ”

Everyone knows what he said last time, when the total annihilation of a kingdom similar in size to Eruin was turned into scorched earth. Millions of lives were completely lost under the ravages of the devil, and that was in fact no longer a war, but a massacre and a disaster.

It's a scar that will never be erased in Vaughn's history.

But this time it seems to be Eruin's ancient kingdom.

No one can help but think about what the Eruins have done wrong and how they are going to be punished. But the lone wolf of the kingdom was the first to react. “Makaro!” He shouted.

“I know, Ovewell, I made a mistake,” Makaro also suddenly realized that he had made a mistake, although he had intended the Northern Allies to be the cannon dust, but now he suddenly found himself misestimating the power of the devil. It is now clear that neither of them will be able to confront such a demonic army if the two sides are not united. In fact, even when united, there is little hope.

“We must immediately find a way to support the Yankees," Macaro said, biting his teeth: “After the spell, the devil will surely launch a ground attack. The Yankees and the Krutz will definitely not be able to hold on, and as soon as they step back, the whole Eluín thing will be over. ”

Ovewell nodded, but his heart was also furious. It was all the work of the Cruz and the Temple of Fire, and now he finally understands why Brando was so angry that he didn't even blackmail the Temple in the slightest.

Now I think if it were him, it would have been better if he hadn't broken up with the temple on the spot.

“But what about the lord and the princess?” Antitina suddenly said, “They are still surrounded by demons. ”

Ovewell and Macaroton were stunned for a while, and they seemed to forget about it. “Where are they now? Did Brando say anything?” Ovewell asked.

“According to the Lord, they should be in the midst of a few short hills near the west of Mount Machenko, where eagle witches sealed their retreat and they had to retreat north, Lord letting us send a royal fleet to pick up His Royal Highness and open a passage for them.” Charles Road.

“I told them they shouldn't take risks," Makaro snorted, “Her Royal Highness was also by her own nature, and she should have expected the situation. Great, the demons are attacking us, and we're a little hard on the recruiters and we're trying to rescue them? ”

“But besides Brando, who else here is more familiar with Jorgendigan? Her Royal Highness's willingness to take risks is a noble act, Makaro. I thought you were just brainless, but didn't expect to give up even the honor of the nobility.” The kingdom's lone wolf rhetoric is sharply ironic.

“What did you say? ”

“All right, shut up!” Antitina stood up and interrupted both of them, her eyebrows twisted together. “What else did the Lord say?” She asked Charles that she didn't think Brando was the one who gave the order so suddenly.

“Lord Lord has other plans, and he wants us to inform Lord Wood that the Cruz will cooperate with us.” Charles Road.

“What does he want?” Makaro raised his eyebrows sharply and looked sharply under his eyebrows at the young wizard.

What does he want.

Wood also wanted to know that the demons had launched an attack on the Buenos Angeles area, which sounded good. The Northern Allies were losing, but were merely a precursor to the collapse. This is an army that has already been defeated and has long lost its morale. It is now the temple of fire that stands dead, but it is also heavily wounded and killed by the blow of doomsday magic.

The Cornolia fleet almost completely disappeared in the first place, with Admiral Robbins simpering with the Pelan, and the White Wings Knights losing more than half their lives. A large number of high-ranking demons appeared on the ground, and even more viciously, an army from Jorgendigan was also fighting alongside the demons.

The first to discover this information was a stone statue of a group of Northern Allied Mountain Infantry retrieved by the scouts on the battlefield. It's obviously not a sculpture, it's Medusa's masterpiece.

“The Krutz can support up to three hours, and in half a day we will lose our last fighter. And you know what the Northern Allies look like.” A Templar Knight replied so to the young magician in front of him, "We need backup. ”

Wood actually knew each other, the famous young generation of the Parroche family, the genius Charles.

“We can support you, in fact our army is on its way. But after that, we still can't stop the demons from attacking. You know our situation.” Charles replied.

The Templar Knight had to remain silent.

“So how much longer can it hold off?” Wood asked.

“Up to a day. ”

“Can we still open another flame door and ask for the support of the Temple General of Flame?” Charles asked.

“It's impossible, we don't have enough material on hand.” A Templar Knight rebutted: “Building portals is not an easy thing. ”

Wood shrugged for a moment: "So what do you think of your lord? ”

Charles nodded: "In that case, we may have one more chance. ”

“An opportunity? ”

……

It took Brando a long time to lead the remaining twelve Rantonilan knights out of the dark fog until they saw the surrounding sights and found themselves in a valley to the north. The valley is fogged with rain, not far ahead of it is an open woodland, with a flock of grass-fed Anlekmas in the middle of the open space. If they're right, those are the horses they thought they'd lost.

Count Odin and Her Royal Highness followed him left and right, surprised by the strange scene in front of him.

“God, what the hell is going on here?” The knights couldn't help but marvel.

Her Royal Highness did not ask, but also cast a puzzling eye on Brando. Since Brando can lead them away from the hawks and out of the fog, it's natural to know the mystery behind all this.

But Brando was actually looking around, and the whole valley was covered in noisy rain, and the surrounding scenery didn't look very different from the rest of the Anlek Mountains, but there was a subtle feeling in his mind at the moment.

“Who can help you?” He couldn't help but ask.

Everyone saw a sudden walk out of the woods in a black robe with a corpse, and she saw Brando and complimented him. The trembling motion made her suspect that she would fall at any moment.

Brando was frightened. “Ah, it's you!” He has already recognized this wrinkled old woman, the old witch he blackmailed once in Lidenburg, but he never dreamed of meeting each other here.

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