The Amber Sword

Whether it's Warnd or our world, there are more or less unnoticed corners on the battlefield of ancient times. It's like a dead end forgotten by the eyes of the gods, no matter how intense the fighting there is or how strange things happen, but it's like a vacuum in the minds of the warring commanders, and no one will look at it more. At the Hafelmelli Fortress at the East Gate of Ambessel - built around 1,400 years of chaos, this fortress is an elf-style fortress, but it has seemed blessed or cursed since its birth. Every war went away from it, and when Acme faced the barbarians, Shamins' lord ‘Razor' Sihad let go of the open east four times to attack the Ambethel South Gate. Later, against Madara's first invasion in the dark tide, the Skeleton Lord once again spared this ancient fortress. To this day, the princess party and the northern aristocrats seem to have agreed that nothing happened to the Hafemeli fortress, and then the demons invaded the city boiling like porridge, but the northeastern corner is still quiet, which is really a bad or bad thing for a fortress built to deal with war.

But after 700 years of storm, the fortress, which had hardly ever experienced war, was still slightly old, and moss had been produced on the palm of the city, and the walls turned into a dark green with a deep sense of history in the midst of the storm. The only thing that makes it different from the rest of the city pool is that there are no marks on the 300-metre section, and no signs of old or new appearance have been repaired. There are no more human soldiers in the fortress, but piles of hawkish witches squeezing on top of the city or circling in the rain - although the Harbour Guards have withdrawn themselves and Hafemeli Fortress has been fortunate enough to miss the opportunity to fight.

The eagle witch is watching a large pit hundreds of meters in diameter form in the sky. Hundreds of cavemen dig in a mud pit rather than a construction site. Of course, you can say struggle. It is not wise to do anything in such a stormy weather, two of which are particularly bad: digging and war. Though the cavemen, under the command of the magicians beneath Jogentigaung, erected many shelves to secure the four walls, collapse still occurs occasionally. Fortunately, the caveman's life was insignificant, and Lord Stark did not care about the death of one more caveman, one hundred or a thousand more, which made no difference to him. The only difference was how many gold coins were spent, and the caveman's underground reproduction was so strong that he often needed only a small piece of land to exchange for an entire army. As long as he digs up that thing within the deadline, any more losses will be rewarded.

From time to time, there is a tingling feeling in the ground that ordinary people tend to think is a feeling before a bad omen arrives, but a magical wizard can discern the ripples created by the underground flow of dark magic that erode the lines of an orderly world - which, of course, is not a good thing for ordinary people - but in Stark's view, it's like a box of gold underground that smells as delicious as wine. No, not one box, but an entire hundred, even in the language of those demons beneath the sulfur river: a hundred boxes of gold is no better than that thing's value, which cannot be measured by the foolish values of the world. But the devils abandon mortals in short sight, and Stark despises the values of the devil.

Can't measure it with gold, baby? Isn't that worth a dime? It dumped the big bull-head and snorted it. Something worthless, I Stark despise.

But this time it should finally be the right place, and Stark can smell the ‘stench’ of dark magic with his nose and can't help but relieve himself. The cavemen under his command could have caused him a lot of trouble, and in fact, until now, the collapse under the pit had been uninterrupted. Cavemen had to spend time transporting more cavemen's bodies before they became part of a new landfill, just like they are now, and not for a moment there was another noise coming from below. What's wrong now? Another collapse? Can't they do it right? Without considering the fact that it never rains, Minotaur Stark is determined to teach the cavemen a profound lesson if they ever bother him again. Throw them into one of its favorite mazes, one of Stark's most proud, and even the smart, beautiful Medusa Lady Les Mecca couldn't find her way out.

But immediately after that, Les Mecca turned it into a stone for two hours, and she said he cheated and didn't build a door for the maze. But it's also a sly tactic of a cowman, isn't it, Stark, deeply distressed by the lack of a beautiful lady, how can no one appreciate his intelligence? When he thought of Les Mecca, he had to have that cold, beautiful face in his head, bright as it was true, but Stark soon found out that it was true, because he saw the beautiful lady Medusa coming out of the rain.

“So, what happened again, I heard a mess up there.” Les Mecca asked geologically, “Are you growing this big a head just to balance your body, Stark? ”

Hearing Les Mecca say this, Stark the Minotaur reveals a thick smile, a look that can basically be judged as a silly smile that completely destroys its vicious expression - can you imagine a cow smiling silly? That is the kind of respect that Ms. Medusa saw. She frowned, probably guessing that she couldn't even say one of the silly ones, so she just pulled him open with her hands and looked at the pit herself. She immediately saw as if a wonder was happening under the pit, only a large group of cavemen screaming like rats in a pot and rushing up the ramp up the pit. It feels like there's a cat in the bottom of the pot besides the rat.

“What are you doing!” Les Mecca was barely mad, and if she hadn't had a little bit of reason left, she would have looked back hard at that bastard Stark and turned it into a stone sculpture forever. That stone sculpture must be as powerful as Minotaur, the legendary Minotaur of the Minotaurs, and no one will ever know how stupid this guy really is, which is the most important thing.

But unfortunately the cavemen were unable to answer her.

……

“What are you doing! ”

Hearing the scream of a tsunami that was no less colourful than that of a sea demon penetrated the rain curtain, our businesswoman and sister were turning into a black cat with the help of a white mist, a bright black smoke rising, a hairy black like satin, pupil yellow kitten stepping out of the smoke. She seemed curious about this form, but for a witch, changing to a magical animal was actually a specialized spell, and White Fog didn't tell her —— she would soon get used to it.

White fog watches Roman lick the left paw there curiously, look at the right paw again, stick out the paw to grab the ear, then shake the tail, really can't watch anymore, turned into a circle of white fog around her, left back into a white bow tied behind the neck of the businessman's sister. “Come on, it looks like it's a mess down there. Now's the time.” White fog speaks in that constant, impotent tone.

Roman walked out of the grass and quietly came to the pit.

Under the pit is a pot of porridge, and I don't know if there's been a bigger landslide or something, and the cavemen are running up screaming. There is no brotherhood between these creatures from the subterranean region of Jogentigaung, they fight each other, just to get ahead of each other - and if you can, you can throw your companions behind. Les Mecca's fury turned several cavemen into stone, and he didn't ask, so naturally no one would notice the movement by the pit at this time, or even see a cat by the pit. And, of course, there are actually only Stark and Les Mecca.

Roman gently stepped on the scaffold and jumped all the way to the bottom of the pit, like a real kitten, looking at the fog for a moment and feeling that the businesswoman might as well be a cat. But she suddenly felt that, relative to Roman's curiosity, it was said that perhaps nine lives of cats were truly her fate, and that if the Vaughn World were to say anything, the White Fog finger might think Roman had thrown the wrong one. However, she was distracted and the businesswoman had avoided several teams of cavemen on her left and right. She cleverly landed on a reinforcement plate, glaring at the bottom of the pit, “White mist, look, what is it! ”

The fog ‘looks’ down and immediately sees a dozen strange creatures hunting down the caveman in front. It's a strange creature because it looks a little like a spider, but absolutely no spider in her vast audience is wrapped in sharp crystals. If she hadn't seen bare limbs, she'd almost have thought it was a few giant crystals hunting down there. “Ah, clusters!” She lost her voice.

“Cluster, what's that?” Roman asked curiously.

By this time, several clusters of crystals had approached the surface, behaved very harshly and were desperate. Many cavemen have lost their lives under their claw teeth, but what is creepy is that they obviously did not kill cavemen for hunting, but simply killed cavemen and threw their bodies aside, as if they had been professionally trained or had developed experience after hundreds of repetitions.

On the ground, Ms. Medusa Les Mecca finally noticed these uninterrupted guests, "Guardian?” She muttered and dropped the lucky caveman and threw him under the pit.

She took a short bow off her waist and aimed at the clusters, one arrow at the other, shooting the two heads back in front. Several of the clusters showed strong fighting power, with Yomo at a primary-gold level. Cavemen are not their opponents at all, and Les Mecca realizes that she meets a tough opponent as soon as she tries.

“Clusters are clusters, let's keep looking.” Under the pit, White Mist is answering questions to Roman in her own way.

“Will they kill Roman?” Roman asked a little nervously.

“No, I'm here.” White fog simply answers.

The businesswoman nodded her head and landed steadily on the other side of the pit. It was only then that the two 'men' realized how deep the pit was - the pit had in fact been dug through and artificial traces had begun to appear below. It's supposed to be a relic, with lots of holes that lead to the black hole underground.

The two men searched for an entrance and drilled in. No caveman existed in the ruins at this moment, and no new clusters could be seen. In addition to the sound of rain and water, they seemed a little lonely. In fact, after entering the depths of the ruins, the sound of rain practice gradually diminishes, and some great outline of existence gradually emerges in the darkness.

“Ah!” Another shout in the white fog.

“What's the matter? ”

Roman hurried forward and looked up curiously. She sees that enormous outline gradually become clear in her field of view, and then outlines what a skull looks like —— that should be part of a giant stone statue, to be exact. Or, as Roman understands it —— sort of like those marble statues from Cold Cedar Castle that were decorated a thousand times larger.

But the facial lines of the statue are very stiff, they don't look like modern humans, they look more like they're being shaped by races other than humans. Roman just looked at it and didn't have a beard or a pointed ear. Not a dwarf, not a elf, she said.

“What is this, white fog? ”

“... the giant statue of Titan, I didn't expect it to be here... I didn't expect it to be here...” White fog muttered to herself, if she could open her eyes, this inexorable woman must have stared her eyes to the max by now.

……

Brando's side ears are listening, and the noise of darkness is getting closer and closer. But that would never have been the sound of a spider mother, who would not have made such a loud noise —— although she was a giant herself, she was very light and a lurking hunter.

Looking back at the adventure, Brando still remembers vividly.

Everybody stop. The knights put their hands on the sword, but they didn't draw the sword, which is also a technique they learned from Brando. Drawing a sword first at some point is not an opportunity, but rather an exposure of one's position to the other, especially in the face of an unknown enemy.

Brando was very pleased with what others were doing, and he was the first to see the sudden appearance of unexpected visitors.

The first light in the darkness was a floating microlight, like a light that reflected the dim light of the crystal in his hand. And then he saw what it was —— a crystal creature, and it was supposed to be a spider.

But they're not spiders anymore.

“Cluster?” Brando has a slight glimpse. How did this happen here? There shouldn't be such a monster in this copy, especially if any of the monsters in Amber show up somewhere for a reason, just like those wind elements beneath the Marl Heights, there will never be a series of doors.

Clusters of monsters are very special, and Brando has only seen them in a few places, and not many at a time.

He flashed a lot of thoughts in his head. But it was quick to react, with a heavy body weight, and the sword of the earth had appeared in his hands.

“Prepare for battle!” His Royal Highness shouted aloud behind him. The knights brushed and pulled out their swords.

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(PS: Tears full of rage for tickets! All kinds of tickets!... what, let the subpoena go...) (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.)