The Amber Sword

The city of Buenos Angeles is like a guard standing alone on a lonely field, with lightning falling in the clouds that outlines its edge.

The veteran looked over the battlefield towards the end, and in all its directions, the human army retreated from the plains like a tide. Soldiers who lost their mobility could only die in a pile of bodies, and the flames of red flames on the sky were like the light in their eyes.

In the expanded narrow field of view, the heavens and the earth are arcuate, and the entire battlefield is a staggered rubble, with broken weapons, armor, broken flags and guarded bodies stacked together, creating a strange doomsday scene.

Even the clouds turned scarlet, and lightning was like a thorn wrapped around it, lighting the world occasionally. Presenting its truest and scariest side in the eyes of the human coalition.

From the vicinity of the village of Medao to the most marginal part of the forest, there are fleeing defensive armies, and the heads that have been saved against a gray background are, on the one hand, only the truest illustrations of this moment's defeat on the battlefield, or the despair of the last moment. The female knight guarded behind a female wall and looked out through the cracks of the castle. The devil's offense seemed to have been launched from the horizon, and the red fireball dragged a long tail flame across the battlefield, illuminating those ugly creatures on the battlefield, while also illuminating her eyes.

Her hands pressed against the dark walls, which were filled with cracks and bloodstains spreading from the watermarks. The corpses of the Cavaliers' Cavaliers' College were neatly placed in a row, as if to maintain their greatest decency, but in any case, there was nothing left but a lifeless shell.

No one has ever experienced such a terrible war, and those on the battlefield, be they farmers' sons, handicraftsmen's sons or descendants of noblemen, or knights and missionaries of extraordinary descent, have completed their equality for the first time before death, without distinction.

Freya even heard someone crying in a low voice, the civilians hiding in the basement beneath the castle, including women and children - all men who could fight took up their weapons. But, unfortunately, steadfast determination does not change the course of the war, and anyone can smell the meaning of failure from the cold air.

The building will lean.

The knight squeaked and squeezed her fist, and the metal armor was deformed. There was only one name in her heart, and she was convinced that he would eventually lead everyone to a way out of despair. When the refugees fled in Lidenburg, they did not lose hope, but he promised them a miracle as well.

Brando was so confident at the time that everyone was comfortable with it, including her.

“Can't you hold on a little longer? ”

“But... Your Highness, they're still ahead, aren't they? ”

Beth's voice came from behind her, and the girl barked almost with sadness. The Royal Knights paid a heavy price, and everyone who slept here was familiar with the past, and they could accept sacrifice, but could not accept that all previous efforts were meaningless.

They'd rather die here than here.

Save yourself the breathtaking despair.

Her Royal Highness is dead, and Elouin has come to the brink of annihilation. Everyone feels that sense of despair and helplessness in their hearts, as if the hopes and ideals of their lives have just been established and they have had to face the reality of ruin.

It was a feeling of disillusionment.

This is evidenced by the tears running down Beth's face. She almost shouted to her commander, Nimmasis, as if to wake the knight up. Her Royal Highness is still in front of her. Didn't she notice?

The female knight looked pale and did not cross her face. It seemed like a knife of pain between the colors. She stood beside the commander of the White Lion Corps, the Marquis Barta, who was bathed in blood as if he had just returned from hell.

Throughout the battlefield, Buenos Angeles has formed a narrow prominence. Like a sharp blade, the two armies that guard the neighborhood are undoubtedly the brightest on the battlefield today. The Cadets of the Royal Knights College, the young men from Tonigal, were determined and honored, and the White Lion Corps stood firm in its glory as a soldier.

These two most glorious armies in history are fighting side by side here today.

“It's not gambling, Beth,” the Barta Marquis looks stiff, "and we're not gamblers, and we've made the last attempt, but we can't just throw all the chips. ”

“Do you take Her Royal Highness as a chip?” The red-haired teenager stared at the Marquis with disbelief. If it weren't for them, why would the kingdom be here?

“Beth, watch what you say and do.” Nimmasis couldn't listen and scolded.

“Sister Nimaisi, Her Royal Highness is still in front. ”

“Call me Knight Chief, soldier. It was Her Royal Highness's choice, but she did not mean for the kingdom to accompany her, it was also her order.” Nimaisie replied coldly, as if she had no feelings: "At the end of the day, I must scrupulously carry out Her Royal Highness's orders. ”

Beth shook her head down.

Nimaisie raised her head and looked at the female knight on the wall. In her impression, the future goddess of martial arts was mild and even cowardly, unlike a young girl from the countryside, but to this day she suddenly found herself blind.

“Freya? ”

“We still have a chance, Lord Knight, if we fight back against the village of Medao and cut off the devils' retreat, then perhaps we can stall for a while, can't we?” Freya's eyes crossed the battlefield, and every famous example of history came to her mind.

Only for this moment, this moment, she is no longer that young girl, but Eruin's goddess of martial arts. Her thoughts were clearer than ever, as if to recall her days at the Knight College of Wang Li.

When everyone was resting, she was the only one who was struggling to fix swordsmanship, just to keep up with others. When everyone was asleep, she was the only one reading the famous tactical examples of history, just for Brando's promise to give her an ideal.

The girl is not smart, let alone a genius, but she also has the strongest conviction in her heart. Just for Butch, for this land she loves, she's willing to give it all up.

Such an ideal is so simple that it cannot be desecrated.

She looked back at Nimaisi as if she was going to get a promise from the sister-in-law of her own. The prominent city of Buenos Angeles is like a razor blade, and the terrain is shaken by the wind and rain, as if everything here could be destroyed at any moment. But this is not the case with long-lasting demons, whose protrusions tend to be relative, forming a sword-like extended battlefield just as they do in the immediate vicinity of the city of Buenos Angeles.

That's their only chance.

When the moments of great momentum are perceived by all as gone, young girls persist in finding this - theoretically feasible, but with little chance of actual success. It's an awkward approach, and everyone understands that.

But Nimmasis knows.

Whether the plan succeeds or not, it will at least persuade Wood and the aristocrats of the North to delay the retreat. This is like the difference between failure and a line of opportunity, which is meaningless in itself, but another meaning for those who drown.

She and the Marquis looked at each other and saw each other's intentions from the other's eyes. Bold plans, especially against enemies, rather than against their own people.

Both silenced and watched Freya seriously.

“You know what you're talking about, Freya.” Nimmasis asked calmly.

Freya nodded.

Nimaisie looked at her strangely, as if to find out what gave her such confidence that she quickly matured. War is often a gamble, and the more stubborn a man is, the more likely he is to hold on to victory, and that potential is now available to young girls.

“You know what the consequences will be, and what will await this kingdom if the Allied Coalition is defeated here. Do you really understand the consequences of this? ”

The Marquis of Balta also stares at Freya.

The young girl from Butch flashed slightly, as if she was out of her mind. But eventually, she nodded resolutely.

Nimaisie sighed, and she glanced at Beth beside her. The red-haired girl somehow listened to the conversation between the three of them, but a smile finally appeared on the face of the black-haired knight: “I see, I approve the plan, I am solely responsible for the success or failure of the plan. ”

Freya shouted softly, staring at Nimmasis, who had just gotten a little wise and collapsed and turned back into that stubborn girl from Butch countryside.

“Didn't you hear that? Why don't you get ready?” Nimaisie frowned and asked impatiently.

“Cocoa...” Freya thought she must have heard it wrong, and she dared not believe it.

“Do you want to be responsible for this?” Nimmasis can't help but laugh, "soldier, you don't have that power. Who do you think you are? Will Lord Wood obey you? ”

“But... Lord Marquis?” She couldn't help but look at the Barta Marquis beside her.

The current commander of the White Lion Corps did not answer, but just stretched his hand over his bloody forehead and shook his head. “You think you're the only one who doesn't like it, little girl? ”

“Thank you for giving me this opportunity. ”

He stared at the sky and mumbled at the red flame. At that moment the Marquis of Balta seemed to see the flag, and he smiled.

Eruin may not only need to exist.

There's something more important.

It's also worth guarding.

There are some choices about the future, and the White Lion is still wrong ——

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(PS: Today LOL updated S3, it was a little tired yesterday, but I thought about it and kept writing it. Can you keep it going, it's only 3,000 words, I hope you have more. = 3 =,?) (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.)