The Amber Sword

“Daddy... Daddy... help me...”

As the little girl climbed and cried, her little face snot mixed with tears, and the white dress was long black and stained with black and red colors.

Villages outside the city of Bueno Amwe were plastered with bloodstains on the streets, by the wells, in sight and everywhere. Demons from the sulphur river stringed the inhabitants who could not escape, dragged them out of their houses, brutally slaughtered them and hung them on trees in the village. The little girl screamed for her father, but perhaps her father had long since become one of these unfortunates.

But the demons seemed to be playing with this little prey and enjoying it immensely from the anxiety of the little girl. They let her struggle in a bloody mud, but every distance she climbs, a Hell Hound comes up and bites her white calf and drags her back.

The little girl screamed and struggled, and the little devils not far away laughed. It was like a feast for them, they pulled a dying girl from a pile of bodies, grabbed her linen hair with claws, then cut her chest open with a sharp knife, freed her heart from a splash of blood, and then grabbed her and swallowed it.

The little girl was completely scared when she saw the scene. When the Hell Hound came to her, she felt like losing interest, bit down, and then dumped her huge head. The little girl lost her angry body like a broken doll and swayed with its huge mouth.

But it was at this time that a man with a huge collar, like a furry, dark giant wolf, suddenly raised his head and shook his ears, revealing a vigilant divine colour in the eyes of a flame. A sharp arrow came from the distant night sky, separating the wind from the torrential rain, and an arrow hit its smoky nostrils. This sulfur-smelling creature suddenly screamed a scream, and the entire body swept backwards.

A lady knight rushed out of the rain screen and the sword in her hand looked like a spike of cold light, her eyes lit with hatred, one hand raised the jaw of a hell hound high, the flame burned from under the fur of a hell hound, burning her fingers, but she bit her teeth and sent the sword up, and the sword remained untouched.

“Go to hell, demon, go back to hell! ”

The hellhound screamed and a scorching stench of blood sprayed out of his throat wound, spraying Freya's face.

Then came out more knights in the rain, and Beth held a long bow, one arrow at a time, billing the little devil in the distance. These redskinned devils are less powerful upstream than the Hellhound that Freya killed.

The knights passed by Freya, calling out the names of the female knights. But Freya seemed to have lost all her strength and heavily piled the bodies of Hellhounds to the ground. Then she bent down and carefully hugged the little girl, who was blurred from the neck to the chest, her eyes half-closed, one small mouth throwing up blood and pieces of her gut trying to make a hard sound:

“Sister... it hurts...”

Freya bit her lower lip tight and her tears couldn't stop coming out. The scene in front of her seemed familiar and performed in Butch, in many other places in Eruin, during which she experienced the same suffering. The flames of war burn throughout the earth, but it is not the nobility of the kingdom, but his people who suffer in the flames.

For a year, the kingdom seemed to return to peace, but the same pain was repeated again and again, this time by the Krutz and the aristocracy of the North, and who is next?

Elouin couldn't change, just like she couldn't save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt weak watching her die, and the little girl finally lost her temperatures in her arms.

“Brando, what do I do...” Freya let go of her gently and couldn't help muttering to herself.

She turned around, and Beth came behind the knight sometime and patted her back gently. “Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it.” She sighed, answering.

“When will Eruin end the war? ”

“No one can manipulate our destiny until it is stronger and stronger. ”

“One day,” Beth answered firmly, "Her Royal Highness will surely do so, no longer relying on the decaying nobles of the North. ”

Really, Freya had to remember what Brando once told her, but was the King's Party different and noble? Can those aristocrats really feel this pain? The more she understands, the darker and deeper history becomes in her eyes, as if it were a giant mouth to devour her. But why is Brando always so confident when she remembers those firm eyes in Butch's fire?

The mist that made everyone wander seemed to be absent from his sight. Has he seen the other end of history, and what is the inevitable end?

The teenage girl went out of her mind.

……

Bunoan's position is like a burnt pan bottom, with sticks erected far and close above the scorched earth, and some with broken flags. Burning armor fragments scattered all over the place, filled with imperfect human bodies, hands and feet or whatever.

The devil's offense has finally come to an end, but it has brought unparalleled shock to people. The defeat of the remnants gradually retreated, finally rebuilding a line of defense after having retreated almost four or five miles. The genius of the Hong Kong Journalists, Viscount von Doughning, looked at a large pit in the distance, hated the itching of his teeth. When the great masters of the Northern Alliance cried for their retreat, he really should have killed them all with one sword, a bunch of pussies.

He was fortunate enough to survive the fighting in the Mal Heights, where he was captured but was soon exchanged back, which made him look very ugly, so he urgently needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of soldiers is to move forward, especially in wars like this. Killing a few more demons is the capital of future promotions.

But the devil's offense was so daunting, Viscount von Doughning wondering if he had a chance. The other side of the horizon is burning bright flames, as if this heavy rain were grease, making the flames brighter. The city of Buenos Angeles is doomed, and he doesn't care how many people die there, or who dies, it's none of his business, but at least he understands that this line of defense has become precarious.

He saw several knights in White Lion Legion robes walking past him - the white lions seemed to be organizing a counter-attack. He couldn't help but spit. Such a battle was painful. Even the enemy's style of combat was unclear. The commanders were a bunch of idiots.

Viscount von Doughnin couldn't help but look into the sky and couldn't see through the rain, but he could still see the shadow of the Royal First Fleet hanging in the air. His eyes were deep and he had no idea what he was thinking.

Count Janilassou last corrected the time on his pocket time--

The fleet has been fully deployed in the direction of the Northern Devil's Army stationing, and all guns doors above the ship have been opened, as if the eyes of countless black holes had been opened. The sun had sinked completely below the horizon, and only one spot of black, with five fingers out of reach, had become in the heavy rain.

But there is also a string of light in the sky, and a mixture of flame-wielding rays of light.

The light falls on the face of the Count's fortitude and outlines several straight lines. The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the Cruz: “Fifteen minutes to go. ”

Almost all of the coalition's top ranks, the Krutz, the Eruins, are gathered on the deck at this moment. Under the watchful eye of Lord Wood, Charles placed a crystal ball in the center, which is exactly Brando's image.

At the same time, Brando was looking at the image of Babassa on a crystal ball on a parchment map.

“Brando, in fifteen minutes, the Cruz will be launching a general offensive with the Eruins, multiplying the Sulphur River by several times their demon army, and we will draw your attention," Wood in the sacred robe is serious, "but can you really find a way to remove those flame doors? ”

“I can't guarantee it.” Brando replied seriously, "But you and I both know what happens if I don't succeed, so we have to do it. ”

“Me, and you - both, Lord Priest.” He smiled.

Wood looked deeply at Brando.

If he could, it was one of the faces he didn't want to see the most, and this time Ambethel's plan was almost a nightmare for him. The situation in the port has completely deteriorated, and if the Northern Allies are unable to defeat the demons, the Cruz Empire, together with the Temple of Fire, is likely to pay a heavy price.

It is the door of three flames, of which no one knows more than he does. No, there's someone who's probably at least as clear as he is. Wood stared at each other dead, wondering why the young man knew so much about it.

As soon as Brando opened his mouth, the Northern aristocrats blew the pan:

“Is this guy shirking his responsibilities? ”

“Lord Priest, if he can't pack his tickets, what's the point of launching a death squad against the devil here, like a fool? ”

“Is this how Her Royal Highness is trying to drain the strength of her allies? ”

“Stick to the standby, the Temple of Fire will not leave us alone. ”

And on the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffin grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him angrily and said, "Mr. Brando, you said we were going to meet. ”

“They are demons, Your Highness. ”

“I know, but you don't have to take unnecessary risks," Her Royal Highness tried to suppress her anger: “We can finally overcome them, Mr. Brando! I don't support your personal heroism, which is romantic but not the right thing to do! ”

Brando sighed and stretched out his hand to gently straighten out the messy hair in front of Her Highness's forehead, a move that frightened everyone around him. Even the Princess herself was stuck, but Brando didn't care, and honestly, he didn't know if he could make it back alive.

As soon as he made his decision, he understood what the battle was going to be.

“Have you ever seen a true army of demons, Your Highness?” He asked softly.

……

“Have you ever seen a real army of demons, you idiots?” Wood turned back slowly, and anyone could hear the anger that had grown in the breath of the High Priest. The aristocrats of the North cannot live for a lifetime, but bow their heads in front of the temple of flames, and all will remain cold for a while.

“Demons are the dead enemy of order and civilization, Your Highness. They are untamed and, although not subordinates of the Dragon of Dusk, born of chaos. They were born to tear everything apart. Everything beautiful and precious is their enemy. And their pleasure is based on human suffering and despair. ”

“The temple is not against the cults to subdue the voices of opposition. Those who follow the twilight, chaos, their faith is to tear the world apart and make our world cease to exist. It is regrettable, however, that some of those present here today, some nobles who should shoulder the burden of guiding the people, ignore this foolishly. ”

“The scourge of demons in the wilderness of the Four Kingdoms also remembers that the demons that emerged from the open portals destroyed everything, and that almost all living beings disappeared throughout the kingdom. Who's going to save them? Nobody. Not even the temple. Your Highness, have you ever seen a demon run over the earth and the flames of sulfur burn everything behind them? ”

“I've seen it. I wasn't a high priest at the temple. Millions of demons descended upon the world, and the temple took 10 years to drive them back to the sulphur river. ”

“Today, Eruin faces the same fate. ”

“Back then, on the border of Antobulo, opening was just a crack. And today, there are three complete portals.” Wood said quietly that he was not afraid to divulge the secrets of the temple, because if today's events were not good enough, his political life would be completely terminated and he would become a sinner.

More importantly, the honor of the Temple of Fire will suffer unimaginable blows.

Brando was silent and decided to tell the truth: "Your Highness, Eluin will turn into a scorched earth. One day we might be able to rebuild it, but there's still a chance, isn't there? ”

There are millions of lives here, and that probably has nothing to do with him. He will not see them suffer in the flames, he will not see them die in pain, he will not even hear them cry before they die.

Everything seemed so irrelevant to him that he could still carry out his plan in an orderly fashion to reshape this ancient kingdom on scrap soil.

At least Valhalla's still here, isn't she?

Maybe it is. But Brando couldn't convince himself to ignore it, he could tell himself he didn't see it all, but he couldn't fool the most real emotions in his heart.

Everyone tries to escape all the time, but everyone has the most true self in their heart, and it tells him —— what's right and what's wrong.

Nobody was born a hero, but now at least we can let it go. As he understands from everything he's been through, there's only one thing in the world that can't be remedied.

That's a shame.

His Royal Highness looked at him in a dazed manner.

“Mr. Brando, you...”

“Your Highness, you said you believed me. ”

“You...” Princess Griffin bit her teeth and struggled for a while, but finally let go of her hand: “Okay, I get it...”

Brando nodded at her, and then he turned around and looked at the image of Lord Wood on the crystal ball. “Looks like we've reached an agreement. Congratulations, Lord Priest. ”

Wood nodded and sighed slightly. The high priest couldn't help but drop his eyelids slightly: it was indeed too much of a wave, and he probably shouldn't have allowed it to happen in the first place.

“May Lord Martha in heaven bless us, and may the kingdom of Eluin not be exhausted.” He had never for a moment hoped that Eruin would continue to exist - at least as a Cruz, a high priest of the temple, and today, I'm afraid, is his most profound day to hope that the country will continue to exist.

Brando laughed too: "Yeah, I hope the Temple of Flame didn't go against the will of the previous King Gilt too much, otherwise I'd be too wronged by all the bad luck involved, wouldn't I?”

Wood grunted.

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(PS: When the code word was used, Farrow killed the pig, and the code was broken! We can't go up now! Pork H, come on!) (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.)