The Amber Sword

Medusa Les Mercalho stood in awe at the edge of the great pit and looked at the supreme creation of the Buga Wizard. The bronze giant stood in the rain and then turned into a brilliant lightning bolt straight into the sky, disappearing between the eyes.

This is the greatest work of magic. She remembered with respect.

Unfortunately, however, they are manipulated not by the Jorgendigans, but by those who do not like what is returned to the community. No one likes the cult, nor does Les Mecca, but for some reason she has no choice but to endure.

The beautiful lady couldn't bear to shake even thinking of the sulfurous demon lords.

To distract herself, she looked down into the pit. The first Titan statue is already on the battlefield, and the remaining one is in the process of being activated.

She saw the man in the noble costume slowly approaching the giant statue, and a ladder had been erected —— surrounded by a lot of cults dressed in robes, which seemed like an absurd festival for them —— and Les Mecca suddenly remembered that the guy seemed to be some kind of marquis.

Unfortunately, however, she has always disregarded the nobility of humankind.

She looked away subconsciously, but immediately saw what she didn't want to see the least.

……

“White fog, do you hear me? They're going after Brando. What do we do? A stone man that big, Brando can't fight.” After careful calculations, the businesswoman said somewhat nervously.

“Oh, what are you going to do. ”

“Well, I don't know...”

“Can we get in there? ”

“What do you think? ”

“What should we do? ”

“Then there's no way, Roman, there are things that manpower can't stop. But when you become stronger, you can avenge him.” The white mist answered without a scratch.

The businesswoman silenced down.

“White fog, do you think Brando can beat them?” She asked with some concern.

“He can't fight. That's a Titan statue. None of us are opponents of it, or two. You admit it, Roman, the witch needs to learn to see fate, not change it. No one can change fate.” White mist understated that she was a Qi Ling and that human feelings were unnecessary to her.

“I'm not,” Roman shook his head seriously: “Sister Witch said," I'm a sorcerer, not a witch. I'm going to save Brando. ”

“How are you going to save it?” White fog looked up at Roman's claim that she was a magician and raised a dead fish's eye and asked.

“Me, me...” The businesswoman looked out nervously as if she were determined to say: “I know, I'm going to grab that stone man! ”

“If you're stronger, maybe it's possible.” The fog calmly replied: “Every time I let you learn witch spells, you find all sorts of excuses. At your level now, rushing out will only kill you. ”

“No,” Roman shook his head and said as if to cheer himself up: "Brando said, Roman would be a great businessman. Brando won't lie to me. ”

“Roman. ”

“Hmm?”

“You're such an idiot. ”

Miss Merchant hey hey laughed, “That's what Brando said, but Roman was really smart. ”

Some people are intelligent, because he sees through everything, and the wise can only touch that final result when the mist of the future obscures the eyes of mortals. But some people's wisdom is because she can see through her heart from the beginning.

Only a handful of people will understand - what ideals and beliefs they are pursuing tirelessly.

For Medusa Les Mecca, it may never have occurred to her what she wanted to pursue, and for the inhabitants of the Dark Underground of Jorgendi, simply surviving is already a precious thing. She was merely trying to secure her place so that every future operation would not be abandoned by the Lord like those ashes.

She has seen too many similar tragedies.

As a result, she is accustomed to well-organized and well-planned planning, and every step of her journey must be carried out on schedule in order not to plunge herself into the abyss of destruction by unforeseen changes. Until now, her plan had given her the greatest reward, but not until she had seen the little girl in the businessman's dress come out of the ruins and rush towards the statue.

Somehow.

For the first time, she felt that a serious omission might have been buried in her sophisticated plan, and at that moment she suddenly thought of the Viscount of Begnin, who had suddenly been discovered by a hawk witch.

As if it were an intuition, or a blessing, let her roar: "Stop the little girl and keep her away from the statue! ”

The outermost cults reacted first.

But the madmen and assholes in the general population turned back nervously to see that it was nothing more than a businesswoman running off with a dress, all of whom had to relieve herself - even to blame Les Mecca for making a big deal out of it.

I don't know where it came from, just a lost little flower cat.

The cult next to him stopped unconsciously and watched his companion walk up in front of him alone to stop the little girl, all of whom revealed the same god as watching the show.

But they will soon regret it.

“Roman, deal with the man on the left first.” White fog calmly resembles a machine, unable to fight, and thus becomes a collar tied to the neck of a businesswoman. But even if it turns into a tie, it is equally unhindered for Cheerin to look around.

The businesswoman took out a tiny cage and pointed at the cult who had stopped her: "Who gave you the wings to break away from the bondage, the bird in the cage? ”

The light flashed with the intention of stopping her cult from disappearing, and everyone saw the shadow of that unlucky man in the cage of a young girl.

“Witch!” Soon someone screamed.

“Careful, she's a witch!” The cults finally reacted, but it was a little late. Roman had crossed the position where the man had stood, and since the others had no guard at all, let the businesswoman bow her head to the first line of defense.

“Roman, that little nobleman next to the giant statue. ”

The cults turned their backs, but the businesswoman had raised her head and produced a small figure, saying:

“King's car is translocated! ”

The next moment, she showed up where the little nobleman was, and instead, the guy swapped places with her. At this time, the cults pushed forward, suddenly screaming some blessed nobles to the bottom.

The businesswoman had approached the statue, and then she saw the ladder, and the bad guy she knew, Marquis Yuki, was climbing up the ladder fast.

Roman immediately picked up his skirt and chased it up.

“Too slow, with spells!” The fog stared over there and calmly calculated the distance between them.

“I'm out of spells, White Mist.” The businesswoman complained and replied with some grievance. She chased Yuxi in front, and the cult in the back had climbed back up and chased her, and three dials circled up the ladder, quickly approaching the position of the giant statue's chest.

At this point, Les Mecca and the Minotaur Lord finally arrived at the foot of the statue.

“Scutta, get up there!” Les Mecca shouted.

Skuta, Lord of the Minotaurs, shouted in a loud voice, patting his chest a direct punch, jumped onto the shelf, and then jumped again, just ahead of Roman and White Fog.

“Be careful up there.” The white mist was not a slow reminder.

“Ah, what do we do?” Roman also saw Sketa descend from the sky, frightened as if she'd never considered the enemy coming after her before she rushed out.

“Use a brittle potion. ”

“But we'll fall, too. ”

“I can't care less! ”

The Minotaur lord had landed on the scaffold in front of him, and the entire ladder shook. Roman hurriedly held onto the giant statue beside him while he grabbed a bottle from the bag and threw it onto the board.

After the bottle broke, the liquid in the bottle immediately flowed out, quickly blended into the rain and the planks quickly greyed out. But unfortunately, the naturally crude Minotaur lord didn't even notice the details, and he stepped forward and tried to catch the businesswoman, and the whole noise had fallen down through the plank.

The effect of the potion is extremely powerful, and the entire ladder becomes shaky between the eyes, as if it were going to collapse in the next moment.

“Roman, with the rope! ”

The businesswoman swayed halfway through the air while pulling the rope from the bag that had previously been tied to Viscount Begnin. She threw it forcefully up, and the rope came alive like a snake, wrapped around the neck of the giant statue, and tied it there.

At the same moment, the ladder collapsed and Romanton dragged the rope halfway through the air.

“Rope, rope, shorten it!” She shouted out loud.

The shortened rope dragged her closer to the neck of the statue, but before that, the Marquis of Uxi had climbed down the front ladder into the earholes of the Titan statue, and before approaching, he looked down at Roman with ridicule.

He probably identified the businesswoman.

Medusa Les Mecca watched Sketa fall out of the sky in disgust, and she couldn't care less if her companion was dead or alive, immediately removing a long bow from behind her back and shooting an arrow into Roman's hand. She had intended to break the rope, but had no idea that the arrow had shot at the rope and the tattoo didn't move. She immediately realized that the rope might be extraordinary and immediately removed the arrow, aiming directly at Roman and shot an arrow.

The arrow was supposed to aim at Roman's heart, but it didn't occur to me that the businesswoman herself hadn't grabbed hold of her hand and nearly slipped off the rope, so the arrow hit her shoulder.

“Ah, it hurts...”

Miss Merchant's tears were pouring out, and her hands almost fell straight off the rope. But fortunately, the white mist immediately turned into a ribbon that tied her hand to the rope, so that the young lady could not fall.

“Be careful.” The white fog taught.

Les Mecca's arrow twisted and she had to frown, lift her bow and prepare to shoot again, but by this time the whole Titan statue had started, suddenly turning into a blue piece of electric light flying into the sky. Ms. Medusa was just stunned and looked where there was the Titan statue and the witch lady.

She shrugged slightly, then sighed and lowered her bow.

“Are you all right, Scutta? ”

She turned around and looked at Lord Bullhead lying on the ground. Skuta shook her head in a hurry. The guy himself had no problem with the thickness of the flesh. He just crushed several cults when he fell. He was such a fool and didn't know if everything was going to get into trouble for him.

Somehow, she suddenly felt a little tired, as if she was tired of this life. I couldn't help shaking my head and sighing again.

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