The Amber Sword

On the battlefield, the White Lion flag began to move slowly again.

It was Nimmasis who was in the forefront, the female knight with the battle flag and the long sword, and she was like the initiator of the White Lion Legion attack arrow. Too often, the little devil fought her only together and was beheaded by her sword.

She couldn't help but be surprised that even Freya had witnessed the fierce practice of swordsmanship, which was so similar to Brando's. At that moment, Nimaisi seemed to be the incarnation of a white lion, clawing her teeth, tearing apart all her enemies and leading everyone forward.

Behind her, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion, the cadets of the Wang Li Knight Academy, exploded with their greatest potential at this moment, and the offense finally came to a successful conclusion. They stormed the walls like bamboo.

“Minotaur! ”

The scream of a ripped heart.

Freya also saw that she turned over the city and saw that there was a wall behind it, behind which was a hermit with a giant axe, not to mention hundreds of heads. Before she could open her eyes, the soldiers in front of her flew.

Behind the cowman appeared a group of snakes with long bows. It's Medusa, a young girl from Butch who knows very little about this mythical creature.

“Ah...” Freya couldn't help but whisper consciously.

It's a trap.

All of a sudden everyone realizes that. Nimaisie's face was frightened, and Freya even saw the knight holding the flag without a trace of blood or even a slight tremor.

“Don't look over there, let's move on. ”

She screamed hard.

But a wave of arrow rain has swept over the wall, Medusa's shooting, no armor in the dark green arrows can resist, and the soldiers in front turned into stone statues before they could struggle.

One round of shooting, one third fewer people in front of it. Medusa moved quickly and began to bow and arrow again.

……

The White Lion flag suddenly disappeared.

The Marquis of Balta saw this scene with his own eyes - seeing the white lion's flag fall and disappear into the rain. A feeling of gray thoughts came to his mind, and suddenly he felt a bit of a trance, as if only one voice was echoing in his heart:

Eruin has lost his last chance.

“Lord Marquis, look out! ”

A barbarian swept past the city and rubbed himself against Balta. The Marquis was slightly disoriented, but his hand was empty and the sword had been pulled away by the savage demon. He turned around, shocked unconsciously, and saw a monster with horns on one of the demons jump right in front of him.

What a terrible smell.

This is Balta's last thought. The longhorned demon has mercilessly strangled him from the ground, leaving no room for resistance at all for the Marquis, who is at more than one level different in strength.

“Lord Marquis! ”

“Legion leader! ”

In the shouting of the soldiers of the White Lion Legion, Balta finished the last journey of his life. At that moment, he sees the light in the darkness, a tall and familiar backdrop standing on that end, just as it was on the battlefield at that time.

Marshal.

The Longhorn demon hastily snapped the neck of the Marquis Eluin, the White Lion Legion leader, and threw the angry corpse aside. Then he stepped on the Eluin flag in the city.

It looked in contempt at all the human soldiers in the city, who, in its view, were like garbage, stronger than even the worst creatures in hell. If the portal hadn't been inaccessible for more high-end troops in a while, the place would have been destroyed ten times.

It's boring to deal with these bugs.

But anyway, this goddamn city has finally taken...

Buenos Angeles is down.

Wood saw the flag disappear in the rain in the crystal ball and finally realized the fate of this defeat. Eru will perish as a result, and his path is over, and no one knows better than him what this incident means for the Temple of Fire.

He can almost imagine losing everything from the past. But more importantly, the Temple of Fire was humiliated by it, and the old man couldn't help but cover his face and sighed deeply.

It's all his fault.

“Prepare to retreat and take the wishes of those nobles who will regret it.” The once distinguished High Priest cannot help but reply at this moment.

“Please wait, Lord Priest.” Yura, sitting beside her, suddenly said.

“Hmm?”

Everyone looked back at the blind girl.

……

A long gun appeared in Freya's field of view, and the thunderbolt arc on the blade jumped instantly onto the bullhead. The blade went forward, a bullet went into the monster's chest, the blood arrow ejected, and the young girl with the long ponytail pulled out the long gun, causing the monster to fall.

She looked at her, her golden eyes curious, and she reached out to her: "Are you... Freya? ”

“I am.” Freya knew the girl: "Are you Sy? ”

The girl smiled and revealed her lovely tiger teeth: "Hmm. ”

“Have you seen Metisa, Freya? ”

Freya shook her head and one of her hands covered the wound on her shoulder, looking around in some haste. Soon we saw Nimaisi falling in the ruins.

“Dear Sister. ”

She held her head tight and rushed over there. The black-haired knight had closed her eyes, was angry, and a feather arrow stuck in her chest - even so, she still held the White Lion Legion flag in her hand.

As if to hear Freya's call, Nimais opened her eyes so hard that she squinted her beautiful eyes and stared at Freya. “Freya, listen...”

“Sister...”

“Take this flag… you are the commander. ”

“How...”

Has it failed?

Freya looked at the face, which looked a little serious because she had always maintained her indifferent divinity, but she had always felt that Nimaisi was taking care of her more like one of her own relatives and more like a sister; she had no sister and no brother, so she cherished the emotion.

Nimaisie smiled at her and smiled badly.

“Go on, Freya. ”

“But you? ”

“I can't die yet...” Nimmasis smiled uglier than crying, “Go, that's an order, you idiot. I trust you...”

Why do you believe me? Freya doesn't understand why Nimaceus, Brando, always believes in him so unconditionally. She's obviously nothing, and she can't learn anything, and she's clumsier than the rest of us like an ugly duck.

Everyone fell down, Sister, Carlo, Enlock and Muko, and only Brayson and Cagris were still fighting for the last time. She turned around and watched the sporadic fighting near the village of Medao, and the loss of command seemed to be on the horizon.

What can she do?

But Nimaisie seemed to see the girl's confusion, smiled at her, and said something to her. Freya didn't see what that meant, but Shea, as a mercenary, did.

‘Cause you're a martial arts goddess, silly boy. ’

'Cause it's my request, Freya, okay? ”Nimais asked feebly.

The phrase made the young girl from Butch squeeze her fist. Throughout the battlefield, soldiers of the White Lion Legion have begun to retreat.

But Freya turned around and said, "Shh. ”

The young girl, often with her ponytail, looked at her suspiciously.

“Can you help me? ”

Sy didn't answer. She knows Brando's trust in this girl, because Brando doesn't taboo and sigh at the people and things around him for the longest time she's been with Brando, and the girl is content with this life, although she just listens quietly.

Then she nodded.

“Thank you.” Freya took over the White Lion Corps flag and took a deep breath. Though the tension did not wash off her body, she finally took a look at Nimais.

She leaned against the wall and replied earnestly: "Sister, I will let this flag shine on the battlefield as long as I live. ”

“Eloin will not perish...”

……

The death of the Marquis of Balta was like the last bereavement in Buenos Angeles, when the entire battlefield seemed to have collapsed. But in every corner of the city, officers of the White Lion Legion are still adhering to the final battle.

“Owen, do you remember that book called Summer of the Vine? ”

Young White Lion Corps officers dressed in silver and grey armor stood in the rain, as if they had never returned from failure. The Marquis of Balta is dead, and the White Lion Regiment seems to have really come to an end in a series of failures.

Millions of demons plunged into the city with a desperate aura.

“We failed, Charlotte, not your book. ”

“Yes, I think so too, Owen. So order the soldiers to open the south gate of the Guardian City, how about we pull out of there? ”

Owen suddenly turned around and stared at his companion with red eyes: "You're crazy!” He chewed his teeth and shouted, “We must not retreat, our teammates are still ahead! ”

Charlotte laughed.

“Then remember to buy me that book, the one with the golden side on the leather, the collectible edition of the annual issue of String Moon, you know. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“Go pick up the flag, Owen. ”

A few minutes later, the South Gate hole in Buenos Angeles opened.

Soldiers from the remaining White Lion Legion in the city began to retreat. The commander of the devil - the longhorn devil - immediately noticed that, of course, it could not tolerate the retreat of humans who had caused enormous trouble to themselves.

It made a long call, and the demon army immediately poured out to the south gate, and it led the team personally, ready to crush the bugs.

But it swept down the city, bypassing several alleys, and came under the only square in the city. Here, it sees the human race waiting for us - not just the guards of the White Lion Corps, but also the dressed men and even the children.

The Longhorn demon suddenly realized it was wrong.

Sherlock stood among the crowd, raising his sword in contempt:

“I know you're listening —— fire on me, Victory! ”

……

“Shoot me, Victory! ”

The sound emitted in the magic crystal appears a little distorted, but it still does not mask the firmness it contains. The preacher silenced slightly before turning back and looking at the Count behind him.

Wearing a long coat with a slightly pale complexion, the weary Earl of Janilassou between the colors closed his eyes. He rubbed his forehead as if he had made a great determination to answer:

“The demon commander was there and opened fire on him. ”

“But my lord. ”

“I am responsible for everything.” The Count replied lightly.

If someone dares to give up his life, then what dares he not give up his reputation?

The earth was chestnuted, and the bright golden light was already connected in the city of Buenos Angeles, as if it were a fire. Owen watched this scene, watched the subordinate demons who had lost command flee in the fire, watched his colleagues turn to ashes in the explosion, and tears were long gone.

He held up the body of the Marquis of Balta and then raised the flag of the already broken Eruin high.

That action, as if sacred.

……

Both flags reappeared on the battlefield.

That was a glimmer of hope in exchange for the blood of countless people, and as radiant as faith, everyone could not help but feel the blood boiling in their hearts. Even on the Victory, even the naval officers of Eruin couldn't help but close their eyes.

Lord Wood watched the scene silently.

Yura could not see, but the hail of the tsunami outside had been heard in her ears. She wasn't Eruin, but a smile came to her face.

‘Come on, Eluin. ’

But on the front battlefield of the village of Medao, the attacking Caglis suddenly stopped.

What's going on here?

He and all the young people from Tonigal felt something different, not just them, but the soldiers from the entire White Lion Corps.

In front of them are unstoppable cowheads. The White Lion Regiment is falling apart, and under the double blow of Medusa and the Cave Lizard Archer, they have in fact lost most of their previous battles.

To see everything turn into a shadow.

But a flag appeared in their curtains, as if it was not woven in fabric, but made of gold. The flag spreads in the rain, and the white lion on top survives.

That's Freya.

The Female Knight was flying this flag with a sword with a lion's heart, one crossing everyone, facing the terrible monsters from Jorgendigan.

At that moment Sy was right next to her, and the White Lion Corps was right behind her.

His left hand was a mountaineer and his right hand was a white lion.

He moves forward, unstoppable.

History seems to have been rewritten at that moment.

Seven centuries ago, seven centuries later.

It's just that their enemies have changed from the Cruz to the devil. The delicate coincidence of history seemed to cause the air to vibrate slightly, and everyone felt this throbbing from destiny.

Freya raised her sword.

“Legion of White Lions, on my command, advance. ”

“Even if we die, we die on the road to attack. ”

“Perhaps one day the white lion will be reborn from the ashes, not extinguished forever. ”

The knight's voice clearly penetrated the rain curtain, and her promise was as if it were an oath, as the precedent King Acme had made in front of the Lion's Heart Sword. At that moment, a miracle happened, and the Cavaliers of Wang Li College were surprised to see the armor of the White Lion Corps slightly lit up.

Then a light golden light falls as if from the sky, then surrounds every White Lion Legion soldier, finally forming a golden mark.

If Brando were here, he would have recognized that this was the last mark on the White Lion Armor.

It's also the source of the legendary power of the White Lion Corps that he and Master Brue could never find out about.

The lion imprint gives the wearer a heroic effect. The army that wears it will no longer be afraid, will always have high morale, will not be under any circumstances and will not be in a state of panic.

The lion's soul seemed to be resurrected.

Cagris raised his head and suddenly he felt that the eyes on the sky seemed to disappear. It was as if the ancient king had gone away, but Eruin had a new successor to him.

All remaining White Lion Legion soldiers roared and attacked several times their enemies. Fear and wandering at this moment is not an obstacle in their hearts, but an impetus to overcome all this progress.

Though perhaps they will eventually perish, the legends of Eruin and the White Lion will continue.

It will never wear off.

Unfortunately, cowheads from Jogentigaun would not think, otherwise they would surely feel chestnuts in the face of such an army that had abandoned everything. But in the face of these unprecedented human beings, the only thing they can do is lift a giant axe.

They may not quite understand why these humans are so open to failure. Survival is the only glory for creatures from the dark underground.

Behind the Minotaur, Medusa and the others lifted their bows.

The two armies strangled each other.

Courage, honor, or mere desire for survival are mixed together and no longer separate from each other. Humanity, at great sacrifice, succeeded briefly in achieving a stalemate with the Minotaurs, but at the cost of that, it was a palpitating loss.

Freya rushes to the front, her sword is as strong as it can break the obstructions--

Sy looked at the female knight's back with some admiration, but she felt that the palpitation was not this unprecedented courage, but an unyielding belief. For the first time, she knew that someone could be so resolute that they could fight alone without relying on others.

That was her heartbreaking temperament, which she thought only Lord Lord had.

But a girl could do it.

The moment of Freya's back was like some kind of deep memory, just a moment, but it was already deeply imprinted in her heart.

Suddenly she had some willingness to hold a sword for her, paving the way for her by her side.

……

“Can you win? ”

“I'm afraid not. ”

Wood had a brief conversation with the cunning fox Makaro, Ovewell. The high priest of the Cruz stood tall and the waiter immediately put on his robe.

“Lord Priest? ”

“Eru is struggling for their destiny, and quite frankly, I have to gamble for my destiny and faith.” Wood sighed and replied: “Just watching here shames me and shames the King of Fire. ”

“But, my lord, the devil should have left a card in his hand, if you do it now...”

“Now is not the time to think about it. ”

Wood replied lightly.

At this point, the cabin door was suddenly opened. Everyone couldn't bear to frown, have the people below panicked enough to forget even the basic etiquette?

They turned around and saw Barry, the Earl of Violet, with a strange face.

“Here they come! ”

“Who?”

Sy stabbed a cowman and suddenly turned around. She grabbed Freya in front and frowned slightly.

“Sy?”

“There's something. ”

The ground was slightly chestnut, and soon everyone felt such a slight change. The White Lion Legion soldiers in the back turned around first.

It's a long way from dawn.

But there was a silver light on the southern horizon.

It's not dawn.

Instead, it is a silver armor with undulating connections. Countless cavalry soldiers are hovering over the hills, raising flags, howling like the ocean, singing hymns from the wartime of the Saints.

“Cavalry!? ”

“Where's the cavalry! ”

“Is there such an army in the South? ”

Freya frowned slightly and saw a flag leading the army, singing those songs she had never heard, as if they were from an army in myth.

"The trumpet sounds again, may the people still remember the sacred covenant."

‘Dark wings cover the sky, but silver dawn still rises’

"The ancient oaths reverberate to the earth, and the armour is new, and the sword is still ringing."

"The saint commands, and the fire reignites."

Above that flag, a holy lily crest, pure as silver, gleamed almost dazzling.

Silver Elf.

Once again, they returned to the land.

……

(PS: This is the end of volume three, … suddenly it feels so long.) (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.)