The Amber Sword

Just as the demons waged war with the Northern Alliance of Eruin, the army of the Temple of Fire, in the quiet port of Ambesseur, the army of Jorgendigan quickly occupied the entire port. The Harbour Guard had long been beaten 708 by Brando, but cheapened these creatures from the ground. Guided by the return of all things, they easily opened the gates and dispersed the rest of the Harbour Guard, leaving little resistance in the entire port until nightfall.

In the rain, a miracle man is slowly climbing up the stairs circling the city building.

Medusa Les Mecca wears a white linen robe with bronze scaly skin underneath and legs that are much longer than human women. But she likes to have a python tail plate with a patch of copper money on her shoulder, which looks like a shawl.

She climbed onto the roof at the top of the city building, splitting the quivering eagle witch and seeing the dying Viscount of Begnin. She picked up the wrist and read a byte in her mouth. A circle of black patterns appeared hidden on the third bone node of the Viscount's left index finger. She took a closer look at her beautiful prism and looked up and asked, "Where did you find him? ”

The eagle witches screamed and replied in a language unique to the ground: "Nearby, ma'am. ”

“How come the messenger didn't wake up? ”

“The messenger was knocked out, ma'am. ”

“Humans are fragile.” Les Mecca was filled with disdain. But she dared not reveal this sentiment. This is an important figure in the reunion of all things. The reunion of all things will be the followers of the Dragon of Dusk, working closely with the devil, and not their inferior people can be evaluated. She lowered her head and spit out her forked tongue, placing a black mark on the forehead of the Viscount of Begnin, then gently touched it with her hands, creating a rain shield for him.

“Until Lord Brooka arrives, take good care of him. Our enemies this time are the Temple of Terrible Flames, and the Lords need everything to come back and dig up that apparatus for them, and ‘we' will have more land if we hold our heels steady.” Les Mecca seemed eager, a beautiful snake-shaped long hair rising and sighing at the followers.

She looked at the distant mountains of Anlic, with the shadows of the mountains fluctuating beneath the shady clouds, and her beautiful eyes reflecting the colour of the lightning, as if it were some kind of spark that had ignited.

But not far from her, in the wind, the two ladies are seriously discussing it. “White fog, we left Viscount Begnin there, and it was the right thing to do. They caught the big fish, and there was some conspiracy behind them. ”

The conspiracy was almost certain, otherwise everything would not be here for a while, "So what, are you going to follow her?” The fog looked at her obliquely. “Of course.” Roman nodded naturally.

“At the tracking level you bump into, we'll be spotted in less than a minute, and then you'll be arrested and killed, and then I'll be gone.” White fog calmly struck her. Roman couldn't help but reveal his discontent and his little eyebrows rushed up: “Is it that bad? ”

“Worse than that. ”

“Then we'll have to give up the plan, White Fog. What do we do now?” The businesswoman dismissed herself with a half-day plan. It's like she didn't come up with the plan.

“Think for yourself," replied the fog lazily.

“I know that Brando, the obvious enemy, is not afraid, but conspiracy is unprotected, and that's what knights write in their novels. Besides, Brando seemed stupid and deceitful, and we had to dig up the stuff they were going to dig first.” Roman immediately arrived at a new conclusion.

“What are you going to do?” White fog thinks that using knight's novel as a model for action is a paradigm for reverse teaching material, but the judgment is quite correct, and she is lazy to compare. Honestly, she couldn't even talk if she could. “Let's go find those sneaky guys first.” Roman replied confidently.

“Sneaky guy? ”

“I just saw Grand Duke Anrek. Didn't the Viscount say they were members of that club? ”

“The next time something like this, please say sooner…” White Mist finally turned her white eyes powerlessly, which is almost the first thing she has done since today to qualify as an expression.

……

“Is that you, Barb?” Brando has identified this wrinkled old woman as the old witch Barbassa he blackmailed once in Lidenburg.

“Witches? Brando, who is she?” Princess Griffin was the first to react, because witches had little reputation in the human world for following the dragons of darkness, and therefore lived mostly in seclusion. They are covered in halos like evil, mystery, spiritual testing, and many bedside stories in Warnde use them as typical reverse humans.

Naturally, Princess Griffin, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, was no exception, and her mere frowning had shown that she was well nourished, and of course one aspect was because she helped them once. Not only Her Royal Highness, Count Odin lifted his eyebrows slightly, but as a mature nobleman he was clearly much more urban and did not show the surprise in his face.

“It's me, Lord,” wore a black robe, hiding a wrinkled face beneath the Wizard's cap, respectfully and respectfully offered Brando a gift: “Don't worry, Lord has helped my old lady once in the past, I swore an oath in front of the Dragon of Darkness, and I will repay her. I am here today to repay you, Lord, without concern.” Barbasa measured everyone with a small eye and answered.

This is obviously a lie. Since when has he helped her, blackmailing her is pretty much it. But Brando's heart could more or less guess why he was helping himself, and soon a voice in his heart echoed that speculation:

“O my king, there is no doubt. We were your faithful followers, and at a time when history was about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom were the first to live up to their promises. ”

Sure enough, when Barbasa predicted in Lidenburg that he would bring back the dragon of darkness, he just found it ridiculous. But things were uncertain. Later, he really became the heir to Odin's inheritance. Only a fraction of this inheritance was obtained. In fact, he could not be a true dragon of darkness. I don't know how this old witch found herself.

“Humph!” There was another cold hum. “Brando, where did you get all these filthy allies from, do you really want to be the Dragon of Darkness?” This is the sound behind the wind.

Brando freaked out and didn't expect to make a sound at this time after the wind. She and Odin were dead, in other words, one of the great enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up, but found that there was nothing strange about Barbasa's face to calm him down. It seemed that Barbasa's voice was just a magical effect, and she could not spy on what he thought.

“It's obvious she came to the door. It's none of my business.” Brando couldn't help but reply.

“Humph, do yourself a favor and don't be proud to forget the shape.” Leaving a cold sentence behind the wind, it was silent. Brando's next move: "After the wind, my lord, I thought you really didn't see me all day. ”

“You…”

Elf Mistress bites her teeth and scolds Brando the pig ten times in her heart, then decides to ignore this guy before the final moment.

Brando did not find himself once again greatly offended the foreman of the Wind Elf, and if he could, he would now be up to standard on the temple's fire escape. “Barbasa, how do you know all this?” He asked.

The old witch smiled mysteriously. “The master does not have to hide, as long as the deed on the prophecy of darkness has not disappeared, we witches can read all the secrets from it. The prophecy of darkness has already foretold everything today, and the dragon of darkness will surely return to the earth. ”

“The prophecy of darkness also says that Madara will rule the earth, and that the twelve witches will move towards unity, which is not without a shadow.” Brando's belly is defamatory. But he didn't want to get involved with them, and witches had no good reputation in the universe, and getting involved with them was tantamount to acknowledging the identity of the dragon followers of darkness. The followers of the Dragon of Darkness met under the reign of the Four Temples, and like the cults, it was the role of all the street rats shouting. “Are you mistaken?” He asked.

“No,” Barbasa seemed to have reacted, humbly answering, "The master is worried about his identity? It's okay, we'll help you in the dark, and we'll never expose you - at least until the second trial day. ”

“Second Judgment Day. What is that?” Brando thinks talking to these god-dagging witches will make him half mad sooner or later. But if Barbasa really is what she says, the witches are a pretty good help to him.

Witches and prophets are the first mortals in the world to possess magical power. Ancient wizards realize mortals' magic by developing magic in words and languages. Their power is actually rooted in twelve rounds of the moon reflecting dark magic above the sky, so there are twelve different witches walking above the earth, like Roman's aunt, the magical moon of the constellation where the constellation is located, as the eternal witch of the protozoa. And the strongest of the witch kingdoms, Bunoson, is the Winter Witch of the Witch's Throne.

Witches have long been eroded by dark magic, which makes them strange. Most of them are wicked, brutal and murderous, but some of them are good and rational, but without exception, they are steadfast followers of order. No matter how different the world is, it cannot be denied that they are as powerful as heathens.

That's exactly why Brando would never join with everything, but could accept the dragon of darkness. For the same reason, he doesn't mind Barbasa's help - as long as it doesn't cause him any trouble.

He shrugged, “Barbasa, you said the Winter Kingdom had responded to the promise that you weren't the only one who'd done that dark sky before? ”

“Master, accompany me and a few sisters.” Babassa replied.

Brando had the same few dry faces in his head, and because of her expertise in dark magic, the witch preferred to hide in the wilderness. Little kingdoms on civilized borders like Eruin, it's their paradise, at least witches like Barbasa, don't know much about Eruin.

In fact, Roman's aunt, Aunt Jenny, is a typical example. “How strong are they? ”

“Basically like me, master.” Brando raised his head and looked sharply at Barbasa. “Barbasa, you said the Kingdom of Winter would respond to the King of Witches' promise to the Dragon of Darkness, and you weren't the only one in the kingdom of Witches in your mouth, were you? ”

“Of course not, they're just confined to their own constraints and can't come. Master, please do not question our loyalty.” Barbasa's face is complimentary, but she's a bit overwhelmed.

Brando understood that he knew that the twelve witches were scattered over the earth and that they would not necessarily agree with each other. Though he is inherited by the Dark Dragon, he is not necessarily the only one, Barbasa came to him, obviously to invest in the long term.

The old witch is quite clever, but at present a few of the silver-class witches don't really see Brando, and he can't help but be disappointed. “Barb, you don't think you can help me with that? ”

“Of course not,” Barbasa hastily said. "But, Lord, the power of witches has always been more about wisdom than power. Difficulties that cannot be solved by strength can be solved by applying wisdom. ”

In the last two words, Brando and Barbassa no longer use whisper magic, and Count Odin said immediately after listening, “So, old witch, what wisdom have you brought us?” His tone is not polite, because witches are synonymous with conspiracy, cunning and deception in folk.

“Lord, we can take you through this area to escape the surveillance of the Eagle Witch.” Babassa replied.

“Seriously?” Brando had a slight glimmer in his eyes and asked carefully. “You said you could take us through the area and not be discovered by Jorgendigan's army? ”

“Exactly. ”

“South or north?” Brando asked.

“Mr. Brando, what do you want?” As Princess Griffin creeped, she turned around and stared at Brando with a silver eye. Surprised to see him again.

“Exactly.” The wrinkles on Baba's face seemed to be a few more times, and she was thinking about something, but she wasn't lying.

“Barbasa, how many people can you guarantee will not be found crossing this cordon?” Brando doesn't care about the others, the line in his heart is getting clearer.

“Not more than twenty people. ”

“I see,” Brando nodded. “Your Highness, the key you gave me to the anchor can be used to determine the anchor for the First Royal Fleet of Eruin, right? How much magic is needed to start it. ”

“Mr. Brando…”

Griffin looked at him and whispered: “It's too risky...”

… (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.)