The Amber Sword

The hills to the north of Ambesseur connect relatively smooth terrain along the bay, with large pine groves and dense shrubs in the wooded land on undulating hillsides. Down on the edge of the woodland, the horizon of the slope is extremely wide, but today, looking in the direction of that huge, gray-covered port, the land is scorched black as if it had been burned again, and three huge portals are standing on scorched earth, like three huge gold rings.

You can see a world of lava flowing through the portal. That's the sulfur river beneath Jogentigaung, and there's a legend that it's connected to the pyramid of fire elements.

Countless demons clustered around the portal, including the largest number of redskinned little demons and some more horrible longhorn demons, whose status and intelligence were not so high that low-order demons fought each other by the portal, tearing apart human limbs and making it disgusting.

Then Brando also saw hundreds of Hellhounds resting on a hillside, led by several three-headed Hellhounds. There are also several red-haired purples with skin by the portal, almost like human magicians besides long horns on their heads, and these more sophisticated high-ranking demons than the average man are watching the low-ranking demons fight each other with interest.

Such a struggle often turns into a bloody battle, where even one side brutally kills the other, but it is not surprising in the midst of demons, but rather a commonplace sight.

They are inherently a bunch of chaotic, distorted monsters.

Brando was dressed in a cloak handed down by the princess, hiding in the bushes and watching it calmly. And it's only when he doesn't need a brass telescope that he can clearly see all of this —— the port of Ambessel has turned into hell.

He sighed quietly and did not have much thought to pray for those who had passed away. Although those who had died in the hands of the devil had relatives, friends and even loved ones, to be honest, people were more or less indifferent to the calamities of others if they did not know their bodies. This is not about humanity, but about the instinct of biology to protect itself. To be honest, Brando himself isn't so compassionate, but he's here just to get what he wants back.

He had long told himself that history had brought him back here, and that his goal was to save this ancient kingdom from repeating that tragedy. If we abandon this goal, Brando is afraid that he will be completely devoured by this vast world.

All of his confidence comes from that half-Pokémon princess who is looking at herself with a slightly sad silver eye in the direction of the port of Ambesseur. “What exactly have we done wrong?” Griffin couldn't help muttering to himself.

Brando could not understand her confusion, because the kingdom had no historical significance for him, but only for the future. Just as the princess may prefer to put herself in danger in order to protect the Temple of Underflor, he can also demolish the entire temple just to ensure her safety on the front lines.

But is he perfectly understandable that, for him, he is not right or wrong in his choice from that of the princess, merely accepting a completely different view?

“The Eruins did nothing wrong, but it was the Kruz who made the mistake. Little princess, the justice that Lord Martha represents is nothing more than a wishful thought on your part," Babassa chuckles, "that the Supreme One of all things will not punish someone for doing evil, but will give results for a reason, and that is justice. ”

For anyone living under the Temple of Fire, this is heretical evil.

But Her Royal Highness's lips twitched slightly, but rarely disputed it. Her heart was soft as water and stiff as iron. Her hatred for the Krutz had long cast doubt on the teachings of the Temple of Fire. But she knew she couldn't disbelieve the word.

Brando actually agrees with Barbasa. Martha stands for absolute order and the Temple of Fire understands it as narrow and fair. The Temple of Light understands it as serious self-discipline. The wind elves believe that it should be unchanged and in awe of the law. The Irantans believe that obedience to nature is the way of all things.

But the truth is that Martha herself has nothing to do with anyone, and the witches believe most clearly that they never worship Martha as a true god, but only with respect.

But Barbassa took the opportunity here to strike at the princess's confidence, which made him despised. Why didn't the witches themselves try to be troublesome, and who in the world could truly escape their own destiny? Babassa just leans on old age, “Babassa, put the crystal ball on.” He cautioned lightly: "If you have anything to say, you can wait to survive before it's too late. ”

The old witch grinned, naturally knowing that her thoughts were seen through by Lord Dark Dragon. But it wasn't unexpected, she took a crystal ball out of the robe —— although it was really called Brando wondering where it was before -- and she put it on the ground.

The crystal ball quickly lit up.

Brando was disgusted by Wood's unpleasant old face.

“Mr. Brando, Your Highness, how far have you come?” The High Priest of the Temple of Fire doesn't seem to be in the mood to ask a good question or anything at this time. Open the door directly to the mountain lane.

That's a very confusing question for Brando, especially when the old man asks what he wants in front of him and Her Highness.

But the flash of the explosion on the crystal ball from time to time illuminated Wood's wrinkled face, especially at this time when the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper. Although this spell has blocked the noise outside, it is not difficult for Brando to imagine that the battle there must have been very intense. He had to worry about Freya and Cagris, and when he thought about Freya, he thought about the businesswoman who had so far heard nothing, and the joke faded.

“We've arrived.” Brando replied succinctly: "Looking at our position, not more than two thousand meters from the portal. But there are many demons down there, and I'm going to drop the anchor, and you're going to find a way to get the people I need across. ”

Speaking of which, he suddenly remembered to ask, "I may need some Templar Knight. How's it going over there? Can I get some help? ”

“Luckily, as long as you don't transmit the entire First Fleet.” Wood laughed bitterly, "I think it'll last a while. ”

He said that Brando knew the battle there must have been very hard. With the pride of the Krutz, you would never have said that you depended so much on the fleet of the Eruins. As you can imagine, the battle on the other side has reached the point of depletion of the mountains.

Brando knew Wood didn't want to put any more pressure on him, but he felt a heavy feeling in the air - time was running out.

“Well, you need those people, Mr. Brando.” Wood got serious and asked.

“I need a man without fear of life and death, Lord Sacrifice...”

……

Curiosity Garlock stood on the side of the Victory and watched the ground interweave into a battle without a word. The Dragon Knight, the Krutz Knight of the Flying Horse, and the Eagle Girl were mixed together in the sloping rain, and the explosion of the fire reflected almost half the sky, and the old wizard was in the center of this battlefield, and every time the spell light flashed, as if an invisible ripple swept through most of the battlefield, countless eagle girlfriends crushed bones.

But very quickly, someone screamed at him behind his back, "Mr. Gallock, is it? ”

Gallock turned around vigilantly. As the chief wizard next to Grand Duke Sifah, the disappearance of Grand Duke had made him smell dangerous, and he had offered to participate in the fighting in order to avoid being implicated in that enormous swirl.

“Exactly.” He nodded.

“Can you come with me?” Asked was a beautiful woman officer, Gallock had an amazing memory, and he remembered seeing her around Count Janilassou once. And now the commander of the fleet should be with the Cruz. What do they want him to do?

He nodded slightly.

On top of different warships, the same scene is happening again and again. The fully coated knight appeared next to Nicholas Howard the Flaming Sword and asked respectfully: "Is this Master Nicholas? ”

“Is the Earl of Swallow Castle here? Please follow me. ”

“Miss Antitina, your lord lord has come to see you. ”

Soon, the seven booked candidates were already in the flagship command room of Victory. Apart from Antina, Charles and Delphiry, the other four are vegetarian strongmen, among whom the flaming Nicholas and the curious Gallock are even more masters on the side of truth.

Brando chose the Eruins as best he could because, apart from clerics as sober as Wood, it was difficult for the Cruz to truly recognize the situation in the kingdom. By contrast, Flaming Nicholas is more reliable than Curiosity Gallock, who was an enemy not long ago.

Besides, Brando knew that they were not members of the Order of Things, and he could do everything in his power to prove his innocence. Of course, he also inevitably has a darker plan, because if he fails, the aristocrats of the North will lose at least two of their true masters, so that Freya and the rest of Southern Tonigal might be a little better off.

Of course, it's more about self-comfort than nothing.

“Brando, you want me?” At Brando's request, Antittina can remain calm. She knew that Brando might have borrowed her knowledge of alchemy and magic, but the Countess of Swallow Castle couldn't help it.

What do you mean, I want you? Brando couldn't resist a sweat, but he didn't expect the Countess to look very happy: “No, no, I, I don't want to refuse —— but... but I mean, can I really help? ”

“Of course, transmission needs to consume magic. Do you think this is a moment where magic can be wasted at will?” Brando asks a little silently, "Naturally, you're here because you're better than the others and you can play a role that no one else can play at this time. ”

Brando didn't say a word because everyone understood the dangers of the mission, and there was a good chance that the people he was travelling with would be left alone or even defeated. He is not niggardly in praise of those who are able to face life and death.

In fact, any compliments can be gloomy compared to what they do.

“So will you? ”

“Yes, I would love to. Lord Priest, Mr. Brando, thank you very much for choosing me!” The look on Dilfrey's face is not fake at all, and in fact Brando knows that this young lady is not fake at all.

But is it worth the pleasure? Brando couldn't help wondering if this lady was as brainwashed by a knight as Ike?

But seeing the countess blush, he was also ashamed to continue to strike her confidence. He turned his eyes and saw Gallock, the curious one beside him, talking to Charles:

“Are you Charles of the Palos family?” Gallock seemed not to worry at all about what was going to happen, but rather asked faintly.

“Exactly.” Charles replied in a humble manner.

“Genius of the Highlanders, I have heard of you, but you are a Highland Wizard. Otherwise, I would have let you be my apprentice, and unfortunately, the Eruins cannot choose their own destiny.” Gallock said softly.

“It's all over, and I'm not that Charles anymore. I'm dead, but I have a new life.” Charles replied, smiling slightly: "Besides, the Eruins may not be able to choose their own destiny. ”

“Really? I heard in the end you really went back to the mountains of Arkash. What did you see there? What exactly did the Marshal finally see back then? ”

Charles smiled and didn't answer, “It doesn't matter, does it? ”

“Yes.” The curious Gallock seemed to think of something, nodded slightly, but slowly. Hearing their conversation, Wood frowned slightly, and he turned back and said to Brando:

“Brando, I've got all the people you want, except Mr. Nigel, who unfortunately is dead in battle.” Wood replied.

Really? Brando was slightly surprised that the famous and unshakeable sword of Herr History had died here, and that history would not fall until the Second Black Rose War.

It was only at this moment that he felt a profound change in history. He looked at the two remaining Templar Knights and was about to nod, but it was at this time that a voice came from the crystal side.

“Since the sword of unshakeability is dead, shall I take over his task as a soldier of his time? ”

It was a loud, old voice, and then a tall figure pushed into the door: "What do you think, Grand Priest? ”

Wood looked up and was surprised to see the last leader of the White Lion Corps - but the old man had removed the White Lion's armor and was wearing nothing but the most ordinary uniform.

“Captain Laird? ”

“As I said, I am no longer the Legion Leader, Lord Sacrifice. ”

… (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.)