The Amber Sword

“Our goal is simple: there are three portals in total, and even if we leave one, the task will fail. ”

“The task of finding the parsing portal was entrusted to Miss Antina, and the others, including myself, were to cover her close to the portal and to protect her until she was finished. ”

“Do you have any more questions? ”

Brando looked at everyone, and they were about to face thousands of demons, and nobody but him wanted to succeed. The majority of those present viewed the operation only as a noble act - on the one hand, less than forty men, and, on the other, an uncountable army of demons, who, apart from miracles, could not imagine the possibility of victory.

The knights of Lantoniland were nervous, eyebrows frowned upon, jokes seemed as if they careless, the plain silent curiosity of Gallock was demonstrating to Charles a spell model, the sword of Sifah, Honeykolas, wiped his sword over and over again, Her Royal Highness alone staring at a dark Ambethel in the rain screen over and over again and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and

Who can face death in an area of peace when the moment is so close to its true end?

But even so, everyone nodded silently. They do not know that there is a hint of luck in the hearts of young people, but think that it is a knightly obsession and firmness - an obsession that is a little naive in the eyes of most aristocrats of this era, knowing that failure is still a challenge - but equally difficult, because no one can desecrate the pursuit of ideals and honors itself.

That's why people admire Brando.

Brando felt more or less what it meant, but he didn't intend to explain the misunderstanding. “Well, too much time has been wasted, we only have five minutes to prepare. And then immediately, please hurry up, or leave a will —— you and I both know that this time, we're dead. ”

Everyone is silent.

Only Charles laughed: "Unfortunately, there should have been an opportunity for future generations to build us a monument to the heroic acts that have taken place here today, which says' The Great Lord Tonigal and his attendant clouds’, but now it seems that there is no chance. Nobody remembers us in the future, or is it a problem? ”

Young wizards paint colorful terrain.

“Why can't I remember?” Side by side Dilfrey was curious.

“It's simple, because a bright and magnificent temple will surely hide the truth, but can we stand up and refute it?" ”Charles replied quickly and couldn't help but smile.

This joke is interesting, and the key is to meet the malicious speculation that people have about the Cruz people at this moment. Now all this is not the masterpiece of the Cruz and Temple of Fire? Though we are now all united against the devil, there is no doubt in our hearts that the knights of Lantoniland, in particular, laugh out loud without any hesitation.

Brando couldn't stand Guan 'er either. Looks like this guy Charles doesn't have much of an opinion on the Temple of Fire, but I have to say that what he says is most likely going to happen in the future - if they really die here.

In fact, even the Templar Knight, the only temple of fire among the crowd, shook his head with a careless smile when he listened to Charles. As a high-ranking member of the Temple of Fire, he naturally does not wonder how the Temple acts, but there is nothing unacceptable to him - his loyalty to faith, not the way the Temple acts.

Brando stepped out of the crowd and walked to the woods to take a look at the slow slope to the north, sighing. Some things are simple to say but difficult to do. The hilly area north of Ambesseur connecting the bay is a slow sloping meadow. Such terrain is really not suitable for raids. The little devil has limited vision, but the hellhound is the best scourge, afraid that they will be spotted as soon as they leave the forest.

Once discovered, he couldn't resist a bit of despair when he thought of the dense, numb, ever-increasing demon by the portal.

He couldn't help but think that it would have been better to fight in the hills, but the demons were not stupid either. Not to mention they don't have a choice anymore.

At this point, a rush of sand came from behind, and Brando didn't have to look back to know it was Miss Earl of Swallow Castle, and only she was so clumsy here to make such a loud noise.

“Mr. Brando. ”

“You want to ask what you can do?” Brando replied without returning.

“... you, you must not be attracted to girls at all, Mr. Brando," Dilfiry replied a little helplessly, "I was wondering what I could do, Mr. Brando, if you saw my ability to summon demons. ”

“Ha,” Brando laughed. "You guessed? ”

“There is no other possibility.” Dilfrey looks a little frowned upon: “But I'm about to disappoint you, though I've been studying psychics secretly, the only demon I can summon is a very low-level part. ”

Brando couldn't help but look at her: "Really? But I have a question for you, Countess. Aren't you scared at all? You know what it means here, don't you? ”

He looked at the table in three minutes. There was plenty of time left, so I asked this question, which I had been curious about. Reason for Legion Leader Reid of the White Lion Legion to choose to join, he can more or less guess that the big man was historically a sad character, arguably a hero of tragedy, a few very different beings from the other nobles of Eruin, but chose the wrong path.

To be honest, Brando doesn't agree with Reed's choice, which may be admirable personally, but it's too short-sighted in terms of the old man's position. The future of the kingdom was cut off by his own miscalculation, and such a mistake could not be ignored for the sake of integrity.

But Brando was surprised to hear that Laird was trying to make up for his mistakes. Although she was his chosen candidate, her response was remarkable, as if the spirit of the knight had prevailed.

This isn't exactly Brando's impression of her.

Dilfrey hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded seriously, "I know I might die here, Mr. Brando. ”

Brando listened to her go on: "But I am not the only heir to the Swordsburg family, and if I die here today, the Swordguard family will glory only because of me and wash away the shame caused by the breakdown of the Swordsburg. I live, my family won't be reborn, I die, but I can't decide my own fate and that of my family. ”

“So I thought, maybe I could at least determine the value of my life," Dilfiry looked seriously at Brando: "Besides, isn't it romantic that I'd rather die brave and glorious than die next to a true knight and dry the last drop of blood for this kingdom? ”

She smiled slightly and smiled gently at some of the aristocratic ladies.

Romantic for you.

Brando had some incomprehensibility of her unknown spirit of sacrifice, just as he had never been able to bind the freedom of the individual for the sake of his family, and for the first time he looked at the Countess and felt an invisible divide between them.

“Is it worth it? ”

“Worth it." Dilfrey nodded for sure.

Well, Brando shrugged his shoulders and decided to change the subject to something lighter: "But then again, is it that bad for you that the Sword Constellation is broken? ”

“Of course, Swallow Castle once took the oath to guard the Sword Constellation, which broke, implying that the Lion Heart Sword had to choose a new Lord, which was a huge blow to us. Families have to face the hardships and accusations of the mourners. ”

“So that's it,” Brando said, suddenly, as a matter of fact, he had already guessed. If Swallow Castle isn't in trouble, it won't let a little girl from Delphirie run away.

“But isn't the Lion Heart sword back in the Princess's hands? ”

“Mr. Brando, we were sworn to be the Sifah royal family, and then the Lion Heart Sword disappeared, good thing it survived at the Sword Throne. Therefore, the ancestors of Corcova swore to succeed to the throne in front of the Swordhouse, and the family of Swanburg is loyal to the Corcova royal family today, not to Her Royal Highness.” The Countess explained in detail.

When she says that, Brando totally understands. But, to be honest, even if he understood the point of view, he could not understand the other party's choice.

He silenced and pulled a circular loop out of the dimensional hole. “Your family will be honored by you, but honestly, I regret it.” Brando replied quietly.

“Mr. Brando, you don't have to, ah--” Dilfiry looked at the thing and glanced at it: “This is...”

“The Devil's Ring? ”

Brando nodded slowly.

……

Five minutes is not long, and by the time Brando and Delphiry got back from the woods, everyone was ready to go.

He didn't say much, in fact he wasn't in the mood to say more, nodded directly and led everyone off. They crossed the forest and quickly entered the slope north along the hillside, before Brando told himself more than once that this adventure was no different from his previous experiences in the game - either earlier, when he killed the reincarnation in the siege of the Lizards, or when he risked his life to assault Madara in the Second Black Rose War, or later, during Operation Four Leafs, when he sent a message from the eyes of the Cruz.

It worked every time, didn't it?

But it wasn't until the moment before he left that people were silent that he felt something different. There seemed to be a tense and restless atmosphere in the air that reminded him more than once of Butch's night.

Through the crevices stacked by the leaves of the tree crown, the portals of the flame doors stand like three giant golden rings in the rain screen, and these things alone are under tremendous pressure. Fortunately, in order to ensure a clear sky near the portal, no flying creature can be seen throughout the northern Ambesseur sky.

Whether it's a savage demon or a hawk witch.

This is about the only place Brando feels comforted.

The demons were very confident of the strength near the portal, and no patrols were arranged in the surrounding hills. Of course, the demons do not have any patrols at all - they have always fought in ways that are flat, violent and direct, just to fill them in with their own lives.

Brando would have thought he'd meet Jorgen Deegang, but he seemed lucky. He carefully led the others through the bush, looking nervously at the hills where the hellhounds lived, but he seemed unaware that a force was actually present north of Ambethel, and soon they entered the sparse wooded areas near the slow slopes of the meadows.

Brando took the lead in rolling one side to the outermost tree of the woodland and looked out. The nearest portal was less than a kilometer away from him, and because it was so huge, it seemed almost plain to reach.

Brando took a breath and immediately turned around and made a gesture to the others. Everyone lay low and crawled near the edge of the woodland.

To be honest, this action is nothing new. The scouts often approach the enemy in this way, even teaching their horses to do so, but if there is a reconnaissance unit in the air, doing so on an endless meadow is tantamount to looking for death.

Brando, however, has a clear view of the area near the portal.

They slowly climbed out of the woods and slowly entered the meadow belt, and Brando raised his head slightly from time to time to see the response of the hellhounds over there - of all the demons, the perceived ability of the hellhounds was first and foremost worthy, and even the higher-ranking longhorn demons were darker than they were in that regard.

But Martha was clearly on their side this time, marching three or four hundred meters, and although it took a full ten minutes, at least until they were almost half way there, the hell dogs didn't respond.

But good luck is clearly over.

All of a sudden, Brando sees that hell triple-headed dog stand up alert. If he is lucky by then, then as soon as the monster looks in this direction, he realizes that his traveler has been spotted.

At this distance, it's likely that the other person didn't see them, but smelled human. It has to be said that this sense of smell, even though Brando was prepared, still couldn't bear to be intimidated. You know, it's in the rain, and if it's sunny, they can't hide in the forest.

The two great scouts of the devil, the barbarians of heaven and the hellhounds of earth, Hehway's name is not blown out by the players. Brando saw only those six pairs of blood-red eyes sweeping in this direction, and he immediately felt a rash of scalp, subconsciously shouting:

“Antina! ”

The aristocratic lady took her heart and approached him immediately. Brando climbed up from the ground and copied her and held her up. Run straight to the portal in front. “Destroy the nearest portal first! ”

He moved and saw the Hell Dog on the hill brushing and standing up. Slightly slower is the longhorned demon by the portal, who immediately kicks away those little demons who are fighting and verbally orders them to prepare for the enemy immediately.

Then the demon figure appeared at the portal, and the monsters seemed to be hidden in a huge mass of little demons, and as soon as they stood up, they lit a blood-red flame in their hands and threw it at Brando and others like rain dots.

Brando held Antittina with one hand and pulled out the sword of the earth with one hand. He was familiar with these horn heads and naturally knew their usual tricks and was preparing to fight them, but it was at this time that the Templar Knight and Flaming Nicholas had come in front of him, left and right, and they reached out and countless lines of golden red law immediately extended forward and devoured all the fireballs.

In front of these two fire masters, the District Demon's fireball trick is really not enough.

Brandoton was relieved from time to time, and it was precisely for that reason that he had indicated that Nicholas had been asked to join. The demons are all fire players, but compared to Nicholas on the side of truth, they look pediatric.

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(PS: Pushing and angry at Calvin, kneeling. It will erupt at the beginning of tomorrow month. By the way, write a push message. It's too late for me to write. I apologize.) (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.)