The Amber Sword

The heavenly savages turned in the middle of the sky and flew towards humans near the second door of fire, like a shadow sweeping across the sky under the devil's claws. Brando couldn't help but look at this scene and think of the Solanillan locust disaster that took place during the Second Century Wind, when the sun locust was a true illustration of today's scene.

The second flame door is crumbling to pieces, dissolving into heavy rain like countless golden butterflies disappearing one by one. Griffin stood in the rain and looked up at the scattered flames, raising a glimmer of hope from the depths of her eyes, and the half-Pokémon princess clenched her fist with her lips.

But the remaining knights are still immersed in excitement, and the high level of confidence and morale seems to have allowed them to ignore even the situation on the battlefield for a moment. Only Nicholas and Raeld had a slight doubt in their minds, and the two of them looked back at Brando. They knew very well that Garlock had almost lost his ability to administer the law. Now they want to get close to the third portal by accident, only to see if the young man who brought the miracle could surprise them again.

Heavy rain overshadowed the devil's hissing behind the rain curtain.

Brando stood in the rain barely toned his whole face, and although he was not sure in his heart, he knew he could not be pessimistic first. At least no one else can see his hesitation.

“There is only one way to kill the past first.” He replied quietly.

“How do we kill the past?” The knights asked alongside Nicholas, but unlike the knights, who were confident, Nicholas made a sincere inquiry. Although he and Brando stood opposite each other a few hours ago, he had no prejudice towards Brando, but rather appreciated Brando's calm in dealing with the devil.

There aren't many young swordsmen like Eloin anymore, and he sees Brando as though he was learning his sword, but Brando must have achieved more than he did. At his age, it was almost Brando's father's generation. He was not jealous, he was only happy.

Kill the past.

This is a core issue for Brando. He looked up through the rain screen to see the red tide sweeping over the green meadow and even felt a slight chestnut sensation from the ground. He was surrounded by only twenty or thirty witches, along with all the others, many wounded and defeated, as well as non-combatants like Antina and Delphiri.

Brando himself wouldn't believe it if such a group could kill a blood path from the Devil's Army. Using perseverance to defeat an opponent is, after all, just a joke.

There is only one chance.

The cloak of the King of Giants has about thirty minutes left, that is, about a minute. There's no problem with this giant's cloak accommodating a few people, but the problem is that one minute is definitely not enough for them to reach another portal from this portal.

Though the distance of 2,000 meters is not so great, it is a journey through the devil's army.

“Soldiers are divided into two paths.” Brando thought silently for a moment and finally answered. His purpose was simple: to draw the demon's attention with one group of people as cannon ash, while the other used a cloak of cloth to escort Antina and Charles to the third portal.

He briefly recounted his thoughts, and Nicholas and Reid understood. The head of the Legion of the Old White Lions gave a little thought: "This is indeed the only way to go, but I wonder how Mr. Brando intends to divide up. ”

Brando was silent, but he had a plan.

Due to the presence of the King of Giants cape, the staffing of this team can be simple. First, Antina and Charles must be included as‘ demolition ’teams, and there must also be a man who can deal with the longhorn demons by the portal.

Brando's favorite candidates are Antina, Charles, Nicholas, Delphiry, Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Gallock and Sugar Can. Brando, of course, does not deny that he joined the Princess because of his own selfishness, but in any event, if Her Royal Highness dies here, everything he did before will become meaningless.

In that case, if he did not come to Ambethel, history would move along the same path and there would be no devil's invasion at all.

Only a real change in Eruin's future, what happens today, the dead, will be worthwhile.

And as for the canister and Gallock, the reason for joining was simpler: he would never let a little girl who had lost her fighting power in a coma die. Besides, she saved his life and that of the princess before. And the old wizard who lost his fighting power came from about the same considerations.

Brando silenced himself as soon as he said his thoughts. Surely, who would want to die? At least Brando himself wouldn't be so willing. Because a single adventure is completely different from a previous one, this time their task is to die.

He raised his head and looked at all the faces in the rain —— just like every like-minded comrade who left in the Red Canyon in Amber Sword.

“I'm sorry, but we have no way out,” replied Brando. "I want you to help me at least one last time, and I don't want to cheat. Here we are today, in the best of circumstances, we may win, and in the worst case scenario, I hope at least to die with you. ”

Brando thinks he has no right to ask anyone to die for any purpose, no matter how noble that purpose may be. Half of his soul comes from modern times, and some deep-rooted ideas have long been rooted in his heart, as if everyone were born equal.

At that moment he felt for the first time that the thoughts of some players did not seem to fit the world. Because he can't think of everyone as NPCs, they're living lives. Even today, he was used to risking like a player, but until that adventure involved everyone.

His Royal Highness is not his Royal Highness, nor is Eruin his own. Perhaps he knew it was the right thing to do, but ideally, he might not have the power to help others choose.

Survival is perhaps the most important option, especially for those who have lived on this land for generations. Until this moment Brando suddenly realized that this was not a shake, but an unprecedented maturity.

To make a difference, at least first learn to take responsibility.

Brando finally understood this in the face of true death.

Until now, he suddenly had some idea of what Reid was thinking. He couldn't help but look at the former Legion Leader of the old White Lion Legion.

Raeld is looking at him, too.

The old man only sees appreciation.

Raeld was also silent because the old man suddenly realized what his mistake was. If only to survive, what is the necessity of this ancient kingdom? The Eruins are also descendants of the King of Fire, who left Cruz to resist the tyranny of the nobility.

If such an ideal cannot be maintained, what is the significance of the very existence of Eruin?

Whether it be Brando in front of you or the young men of the White Lion Corps, they are the finest men in the kingdom and their ideals are so similar that they should not have killed each other.

Brando was wrong about one thing, too. That's Warnd, not the world he was in. Here, not everyone agrees with some of his thoughts ——

The knights gazed at the young lord.

They really can't think of anything he needs to apologize to them for, and the noble act of shining at this moment is enough to get Eruin back on that flag, and it was Brando who brought it all, as if to bring them back to that age when the glorious flag was still shining on the plains.

What's wrong with him?

Everyone truly felt that respect, and Brando told them that he wasn't the one who led them to become heroes. Instead, they chose to take such a path, and he divided the glory among everyone.

What else are they unhappy about?

Everyone has nothing but endless reverence in their hearts. Lord Martha gave them the highest quality when giving life its spirits, yet at this moment such quality gleams in the rain. Mother's expectations seem to be on everyone.

“Lord, don't have to say that," the knights couldn't help but say, "If we had any more complaints, what would Eluin's foremen think of us? ”

“The most noble acts are here, and I will only be honored by my choices.” The old wizard sighed too: "Please take me off the other list, Lord, because you have no right to deprive me of this old bone glory. Even if I'm a wizard, there's hot blood, because I'm Eruin. ”

“Is it only Eruin who has glory?” Templar knight Stephen took a deep look at Brando: “The Prophet swore an oath on the plains of Holy White, and I waited for the latter to write only the legend of the flames with blood.” He bowed slightly to Brando, answering.

This standard knight's gift includes both obedience and respect.

It was the footprint of a king of flames, a fanatical believer's respect for true ideals. Only the same people can understand each other, be it the Eruins or the Cruz, all of whom are pursuing the same good things. That's all he wants to prove.

Barbasa didn't answer beside her, she just smiled mysteriously. Lord Dark Dragon was once called a fool, but the only true fools are the vulgar worlds.

Brando stared.

The knights' words are in their ears again. Just as those who sought like-mindedness echoed the vows in his heart at night, there were such footprints. Whether they are men or women, the elderly or children, powerful or ordinary, ideals are not noble or despicable by man.

Brando used to think he could only find those simple ideals in the game, but he found him wrong.

But now they're back.

Right here, by his side.

Just like the players who fought alongside him. Frustration, failure and death can't stop them, and the others laugh at them as fools, insisting on a virtual piece of data that doesn't exist. But the world itself does not, and nothing is born to have a special meaning.

Everyone struggles for nothing but insistence in their hearts, and that insistence does not make the difference between nobility and inferiority. Brando has no intention of disputing others, but how can he not lose himself in the larger world if he is not able to hold on to himself in the virtual world?

The retreat is just a sign of cowardice.

Princess Griffin's crisp voice suddenly interrupted Brando's mind.

“It's a noble plan, but it's not perfect. ”

Half-Pokémon Girl took a gentle breath and said: “The situation is now before all of us and we cannot afford a chance to make a mistake again. So we have to do the best with every detail. ”

“Mr. Brando's arrangements are perfect, but only Your Excellency is most familiar with the cape of the King of Titans, and the repeated intermittent use of the cape will be involved in later battles, but there will be no recurrence in the meantime if the timing is uncertain for a long time. ”

“Eruin cannot afford such a failure. ”

“So I suggest that I trade places with Mr. Brando as commander of this battle. Mr. Brando will escort Miss Antittina until she completes her mission. ”

Her Royal Highness said calmly. Indeed, it seems that this is the only way people realize the problem, and Brando proposes the plan, but the core of the plan is not a group of people who attract fire, but how to flexibly apply the cape of the King of Giants, which lasts less than a minute, to the other end of the battlefield.

This is definitely not an easy job.

Although Brando claims that the cloak works well, anyone can see it because he wants to preserve His Highness's privacy.

Such a sense of selfishness can only be respected, but not always in keeping with the times.

Brando felt Her Royal Highness staring at herself with incredibly calm eyes and suddenly realizing what she was about to say: “Wait, but--”

“I know what you're trying to say, Mr. Brando. ”

The previous dialogue was but a moment, and the Devil's Army was on its way, leaving her little time. Princess Griffin lowered her eyelids and interrupted him: “Although I have never asked you what your purpose is, I can feel that sincerity, and I thank you very much, Mr. Brando. ”

“But at this point, emotion is not the first factor we have to consider. If one were to be chosen between me and Eruin, I would prefer Eruin to exist, and I cannot represent Eruin, Mr. Brando, only its people. ”

The words of Her Royal Highness made all people nitrogen, especially Nicholas and Ryder, as if they had known the princess for the first time today. Antina grabbed Brando's sleeve, as if it was only at this moment that she understood why Brando had to make that choice.

But what she doesn't understand is.

Why does Brando seem to know all this beforehand?

Brando looked at Her Royal Highness and Her Royal Highness continued: "So make sure you succeed. ”

“Her Royal Highness.” Brando couldn't help but say.

But Princess Griffin turned around and the storm fell on the girl, with long silver hair on her shoulders. She looked up at the others:

“Elouin, the future king is too young to lead you into battle and kill your enemies, and I will lead you today as Princess Regent to overcome all difficulties. ”

“It is my honour, my responsibility, and no one can be deprived of it. ”

“If I die here today, let me at least say for the last time--”

“Corcova's blood runs for Eru's sake. ”

In silence, the knights suddenly shouted:

“Long live the princess! ”

“Long live the King Regent! ”

“Long live the kingdom of Elouin! ”

The sound echoed in the rain, and Brando found himself unable to say a word. The five words of the Princess Regent were like thunder lightning in his heart. History coincided so wonderfully. In the same heavy rain, His Royal Highness was equally proud.

A declaration that remains almost unchanged. Her stubbornness and stubbornness will always be so vivid and shiny.

As if it had never faded from his heart.

Perhaps this is destiny.

Brando thought.

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(There was a problem with the FF network, someone updated it on behalf of someone, what was wrong with commenting on the book) (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.)