The Amber Sword

While curious as to why the cavemen might appear in the ruins of the earth, Brando calmly releases this curiosity and buries it. He looked silently at the direction of the caveman's departure, inevitably maliciously speculating that they would be torn to pieces by the mother of the furious spider, but that was it, then he calmed down some nervous tension and turned back and made a gesture to the others to keep the team moving forward.

The sound of sand and sand travels under the dark ground, leaving the surroundings in a quiet peace, given that there may be enemies to be met and no one to speak to. But it's just a sign that anyone understands the dangers that lurk beneath this superficial silence. Although knights are not familiar with creatures from the dark ground, they have at least heard of their general abnormal hearing.

Nobody wants trouble at this time--

Cracks in the rock walls began to narrow, although a period of artificial tunnel-to-tunnel clutter gradually appeared. Ancient ruins frequently appear on this journey, giving the impression that these broken walls are intermingled between natural rock walls. Fault sinks caused by earthquakes tend to result in this, but powerful magical forces in a magical world can create the same scenario - Brando watches the scenes surrounding him quietly immersed in darkness - and he doesn't have to speculate on all of this himself, because the players of the past have already discussed it.

In fact, players everywhere are so enthusiastic about exploring the history and backgrounds of the game, they are tired of discovering the other side of the game under the cold rules and looking for details that the planners can reveal.

They do have a lot to accomplish, and Amber Sword is undoubtedly an excellent game with countless histories and details that are so complex that it's hard to believe it's really a game. Those histories follow the laws of history closely and suddenly achieve perfect harmony, with players rarely finding loopholes, as if they were a real world.

Brando himself has read many of these literature, but he is not a so-called drama party or a background enthusiast. Simply feels that some of the tasks in the game involving the ancient times are closely related to the background, and knowing more helps him better to achieve his game purpose.

He thinks he's a middleman, but that seems to be why he's never been one of the best players. Though he devotes far more time than others.

But ever since he crossed into the world, these experiences and knowledge, both game-related and contextual, have provided him with amazing advantages. He led the team forward in a broken tunnel for more than ten minutes, and then Barbasa stopped in one place.

Until then, Brando felt they had walked into a smaller hall, which was entirely made of green granite. This feature is very clear in the game, which is why he came up with such a name from his vague memories - the Hall of Silence of Lothom.

It's vague, because in the game, this place doesn't occupy a very prominent place in this copy. This was supposed to be one of these underground ruins, a place for its inhabitants to meditate and pray, in fact there is a fountain on the side of the granite hall against the wall, and there is a statue on the fountain, which unfortunately has collapsed long ago and cannot be seen as that god.

Brando looked subconsciously in that direction, and he saw the fountain of memory, but the water had dried up, leaving only a sink with a hierarchical ladder. This should be a temporary break for players in Amber Sword, as large copies of games like this are usually not called huge underground cities, and players may have to stay in the underground city for a few days or longer, so designers have to design places for them to rest offline.

The ruins beneath Ambethel are divided into two parts: the upper level is the ancient temple and the lower level is the nest of the Mother of the Spider. The size of this replica is not the biggest one Brando has ever seen, so it has only two stops, one in the north in the direction of the Case Lec Mountains, and one in this direction.

That's why Brando barely remembered the name of this lounge. It would be odd if he could remember the names of dozens of resting places in one copy, like this unusual resting place, in exchange for those large, supermassive relics of the late game.

But this hall has already been studied by the pioneers, and players' footprints have been printed on every inch of the ground. Witches, black tower wizards, astrologers, even Dwarves' syntax magicians, all of whose background-related professions have been experimented with over and over here, there can be no more secrets.

So Brando looked at old witch Babassa curiously and wanted to see what she could do. A secret that players in the land of order have yet to discover, it's just that it's an explosive story to put in his world ——

Then he saw Barbasa go to the fountain and couldn't help but frown, naturally receiving the most attention from the players as the only striking iconic decoration of this Basilica of Tranquillity. The players even removed the fountain and broke through the back wall, but nothing was gained.

“Is there something here?” Under the trend of curiosity, he asked. “But there shouldn't be an organ here, just an ordinary wall. ”

“Adults look like torches," Brando would have thought it was a disgusting melodrama if he didn't know what Barbasa meant. However, the faces of many Rantoniland knights inevitably revealed an unhesitating glimmer, and Her Royal Highness frowned, although more than half of the ingredients in her frown were puzzling.

Barbasa said that she had gone to the fountain. She explained respectfully: "Lord, you can see very well. There is no organ behind the walls here, and there is no secret passage behind it. But for us witches, this pool itself records something? ”

“Oh?”

“My lord must know very well that the statue on the sink was not destroyed before exactly the statue of the Dragon of Darkness Odin. It has a lot to do with our witches, but not every witch has the ability to unlock the secrets here.” Barbasa answered mysteriously.

Brando frowned when the old witch mentioned the Dragon of Darkness. However, there has been a long discussion in the Forum, and it is possible to mention that this statue may have come from before the Battle of the Saints, and it is not surprising that the Dark Dragon once ruled the earth, although there was not much history before that.

He nodded and heard Barbasa mention that 'not every witch has the ability to unlock the secret here', and he subconsciously glanced at the diminutive canister of sugar - a little witch who has been a soft figure since the spell was performed, as if she had no power to touch a finger. It is said that she will continue this way for some time, and that she can only perform Cheerin spells like that once a day - but Brando looks at each other because of constant suspicion.

He suspected that the canister was the purest heir of the living and dead witches.

It is well known that each of the twelve witches has the purest heir of one blood. It's like the inheritance of a witch queen is now on Roman, and he once suspected that Roman's aunt Aunt Jenny was the inheritor of an eternal witch.

Barbasa looked him in the eye and admired him even more. “Yes, Lord Dark Dragon,” Brando laughed with satisfaction when he heard it coming from his heart. “That's true, I need some sugar cans here. ”

Brando did, but he asked, "Is she okay? ”

“What are you talking about?” Princess Griffin couldn't help but ask, listening to them play dumb again; she was slightly dissatisfied and undoubtedly Her Royal Highness did not like Brando's feeling of putting her aside. She told herself in her heart that she should be Eluin's eldest princess and should have more active rights.

But the truth is, it's hard for a half-Pokémon girl to admit that she just doesn't want Brando to think of her as an outsider. Hiddenly, she had felt that Brando was different from the average aristocrat, and those who had gathered around him had formed a force quite different from the ancient aristocrats of the kingdom, a power slightly similar to, but not entirely identical to, the Cadets of the Royal Knights College she had developed in her own hands.

Young people at Knight Wang inherited her confusion, and they seemed to walk with her only one step in an invisible mesh, and she could feel that despair. But the people she saw, like Cagris and Antitina, were confident in the future and seemed to have a defined goal.

In any event, it is enough for Her Royal Highness to perceive the separation of forces beside Brando from traditional nobility. That seems to be what she has always wanted, because of all this, she has secretly begun to exclude the kingdom's original power patterns - nobles like Makaro, Leewoods, or Grand Duke Anlek - from wanting to join Brando, if not as a princess.

She had such an urge, but Griffin would never admit it. She even had a contradiction, a contradiction that embarrassed herself.

Her Royal Highness therefore froze and locked the secret of her heart in her heart, without revealing a word. She looked at Brando and Barbassa with silver eyes, like she was trying to get an explanation.

Brando's heart moved slightly and he looked at the old witch. Barbasa didn't mean it, but she smiled. “It's very simple, Your Highness, that this pool is actually a transmission formation. ”

“Transmission array, that's impossible!” Brando answered immediately. He had 10,000 reasons enough to convince him that it was nonsense, because the players had talked about it a long time ago, but had nothing to gain. He had a blind trust in the message that future generations would be ahead of the world, and those guys would never make mistakes on such childish issues again.

“Lord is right, it can't be a transmission line. But in fact, it does leave a message that allows us to have a transmission array right away.” Barbasa was not too busy, but rather somewhat appreciative.

Brando dashed slightly and his eyes lit up. “Are you saying that this fountain is actually a drawing of a transmission array?” He immediately asked.

“Exactly. ”

“This transmission line is not going to require the witches to draw in a special way, is it? Wait, that's not enough. Blood refining. I get it!” Brando suddenly reacted and suddenly realized: "The blood of the sugar can paints this transmission array, right? ”

“Exactly as you expected.” Barbasa looked sincere and sincere. But Brando was too lazy to leave her alone, and he yelled, "Oh, my God," and the grandchildren were amazing. The designer of Amber Sword was a bunch of scum, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, which was obviously a series of tasks. To open the third part of this monument underground in Ambethel, it was obviously necessary to open the witch's reputation.

But the problem is, there are Krutz, there are Pokémon, there are Eruins, there are no Minors in the game. Even Madara, who was originally a follower of the Dragon of Darkness, and the Witch looked alike. The only place the Witch had the best reputation was about underground in Jorgendigan, but unfortunately there was no player power down there.

In other words, to unlock the reputation of the witch, one has to take the risk of confronting the 'government’. Though a little better than being part of a cult organization like the Return of Things, it's basically not something to be seen.

It's not that no player has chosen such a path, but the question is, how much is really successful? How many of them have met witches of life and death when they succeeded?

This copy, which has been underground in Ambethel, is more of a Cape Phoenix, which was originally an early copy of Eru in the country. Not yet occupied by Madara, you know that although Madara was once on the same front as the witch, she later became a great enemy of life and death because of the dragon of darkness.

Almost no famous witch exists in Madara, which explains many problems.

That's why no one discovered the secret in the previous generation of games. Everything seemed natural, but Brando thought the designers were a bunch of perverts, and the game was designed to solve the puzzle, but in his view the puzzle in this ancient relic was obviously unsolved.

Without his crossing.

But now there's finally an answer to this unsolved question. Drawing a transport line does not require too much blood, let alone killing a sugar canister - if a kingdom needs to kill a little girl to save it, Brando prefers to go another way, even if it inevitably fails.

And he trusts His Royal Highness will support him.

In fact, the same is true of the eyes conveyed by Her Royal Highness. But she showed greater curiosity as to whether such a transmission array could be used elsewhere, a statement that aroused Brando's great interest, and indeed, a transmission array that could temporarily draw into effect, even if it could only convey a dozen people, was more useful than what the Temple of Fire called the Door of Fire.

After all, it is cheaper and easier to build. You know, it looks like the Temple of Fire is built in minutes, but the Temple is the result of the combined efforts of two dozen elements, not to mention the fact that the money it costs is an astronomical number.

If it hadn't been for the jihad, Brando would not have been willing to throw a flame door into a civil war for District Eruin, even if he had killed the Temple.

There's nothing to be ashamed of, Eruin. No matter how important your geographic location is, it's insignificant throughout your eyes. The only difference is how much it costs to appease its nobility, that's all.

But unfortunately for both of them, Barbasa said the transfer array was a directional transfer array with fixed coordinates. In the past, its designers might have had the ability to design and transmit similar transmission formations elsewhere, but that doesn't mean they could.

The technology of the inhabitants of the ruins had long been lost under the dust of history, and the witches inherited only one of the nine cattle.

Such an outcome is predictable, and Brando is not too sorry. He comforted His Royal Highness, but merely memorized this transmission in silence. This is also the Falun Front, it is also a work of alchemy. Perhaps he can improve the alchemist from his own hands?

Don't forget that his men may have a future, possibly Tama, the most famous alchemist in all of Vaughn, and according to Tama, Antitina used no less colour or even more than his talent - albeit in the design and manufacturer of the Magic Machine. But with the existence of these two powerful parties, Brando feels that everything is possible.

He wrote down the Falun Front silently, and Barbassa over there had painted a huge Falun Front on the ground with the canister. Although Falun requires sugar canister blood, it is not entirely made of blood, otherwise it is estimated that even if the little witch dries her whole body of blood, she will not necessarily be able to finish it.

Witches do not allow outsiders to visit their formations - with the exception of Brando. But Brando had already hidden the thought of Her Royal Highness and was too lazy to go see some old ladies draw maps. Anyway, he knew what was going on. To say that alchemy might not be as good as Barbasa's, but to say that blood refining technology, no one here is likely to be more than one of his players.

Do you know if Tama's blood refinement was taught by him?

Once the Falun Front was completed, everyone stood in the Falun Front. And then the witches started singing at a predetermined position, almost identical to what they used to sing in the forest, and it seemed like it should be a particular ancient symbol here, like the code to open the door, and part of the witch's heritage.

As soon as the chanting began, Brando felt the surrounding scenery blur. He felt Her Royal Highness grabbing her sleeve gently, but immediately let go. He saw a flower in front of him and went to a completely strange place.

He raised his head.

At that moment, he held his breath.

He suddenly found himself forgetting something very important. And that's before going here, not asking, "Babassa, have you been here before? ”

This dry phrase was almost squeezed out of Brando's teeth.

Everyone - including the witches - glanced up at their heads.

They all stared over the lobby. “No… Lord.” Barbasa swallowed a sip of spit, perhaps the only time since she entered the ruins of the basement that she had revealed a smile other than that.

It's a huge hall.

The center of the lobby, above the dome.

A long gun that emits lightning in all directions is suspended in mid-air. The blade of the gun depicts a pattern of stars falling on the ground, and the curved text on the gun is exactly what the Minors wrote, with one of the most famous motto on the Cruz epic from ancient times to date:

‘The long gun broke through the dome and the stars fell to the ground--’

… (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.)