The Amber Sword

There is a miracle in this world that cannot be described in any language.

Every time I looked up and saw that long gun bathed in interwoven lightning, Brando had this idea in mind.

Long guns float over the center of the hall.

Rolling around the clouds, a white gold arc continued to eject from the clouds, hitting the blade, then spraying in an arc and dissipating into the darkness.

In the clouds, there was no sound of thunder and rolling, but rather silence. Everyone saw the landscape of heaven and earth overthrowing and stars falling in trance.

The green light flows beneath the hall, capturing the shadows of every raised stone, and the light changes like running water, underground as if there were a still flowing river.

Even William can't help but change colors in the face of such scenery. Makaro and Ovewell have been stuck in the wooden chicken ever since they entered the hall.

With a bang, Tania, the fairy, with her little cane, fell to the ground without realizing it.

Roman looked up at his head, his eyes wide open, unimaginable. Freya was also shocked by her side, and the Lake Knight stared behind her, silently at the long gun, but beside her, Nimais was full of fascination.

“This is Tianqing's gun...”

Brando heard the knight muttering behind him and couldn't help but look back at her strangely. Because the reaction was almost the same as his day, but he didn't think about it, just waiting for William to appreciate it.

After all, with the exception of these knowledgeable builders and wizards, no one on this continent dares to say that they are qualified to be sure that this is the true Tianqing gun.

Wait is not a long time.

Only a few minutes later, Brando heard William take a heavy breath. The old magician seemed to sigh a long time before saying: "This is the real Tianqing gun. ”

A dead silence.

Makaro behaved a little like a Hazel man who had been underground for years. He turned around almost rigidly and asked stubbornly: "Master... you say this is...”

“Shut up, I didn't let you in.” William interrupted him unequivocally, saying that Makaro, while claiming to be the kingdom's cunning fox, did not dare to build it again in front of the big man. He was slightly stunned and forced to shut up, but the face looked as ugly as it could be.

Then the old magician nodded with satisfaction, and he looked back at Brando: “It's not necessarily a good thing that the Sky Blue Gun is back in the world. What are you going to do with it? ”

In fact, Brando had already agreed with Tanya how to handle it, but he could also understand what the archmage meant by asking. As the Buga usually do, they will completely seal the place after a certain amount of research in order to avoid any trouble.

There are some incomprehensible artisan wizards at the height of all civilizations, but rather the most troubled people in the world. Because they practise isolationism, they don't ask questions, they even have to volunteer to get rid of the signs that could get them into trouble.

Not only is this the case with Buga, who is a silver citizen, but in fact most silver citizens seem to have this tendency. Even the dragon clan of the Golden People sealed itself directly in the dragon kingdom according to a prophecy, and only a few young generations of dragons would walk outside the world.

As a player, you can hardly understand why you do this. Some players think this is the game to make such a setting for balance. After all, the power of the Silver People is unmatched for the Black Iron People, the Wind Elves.

For example, Brando's strongest enemy to date since his crossing is undoubtedly Andersa, one of the twelve shepherds of the herdsmen he met in the ring of the wind. It has reached the peak of the elements, almost to the point of perfection of the body, but at that level, it can only be described as a little girl in front of William Silver.

- Age or strength itself.

And William, just one of Drola's twelve male witch leaders, the Silver Alliance and the Great Library, as well as the White Tower, and the Federation of Rainbow Scorchers, and the Congress of Craftsmen and Craftsmen, and the disbanded Society of Twelve Rings of Law.

It is because of this horrific power that the Bukas dare claim to rule the sky and sit flat with the Dragons.

Even if the temple of fire, the temple after the wind and the temple of light are joined together, even with the temple of nature and the return of all things, the whole power of the pastoralist is not necessarily counterbalanced.

If the Bukans no longer practise isolationism, the Silver Pokémon of the Silver People will no longer turn a blind eye. Then the Vaughn continent will not have so many kingdoms today, but a rivalry between the two forces.

This is why players think that the way the Bukas think about the Silver Pokémon may be related to the balance of the game.

But Brando didn't think so.

He felt that the general silence between the Silver Nation and the Golden Race was perhaps due to deeper reasons that had actually been documented in history in a word. Brando preferred to believe what had happened in history to make these silver folks so cautious.

Of course, he hasn't got much evidence yet, except by speculation, by instinctive instinct. The reason was ridiculous because he believed that TorrentialRain's design team would not change the history of the game simply for reasons of gameplay compromise.

So Brando listened to William, did not immediately answer, but thought quietly. As the archmage put it, the resurgence of the Tianqing gun is not necessarily a good thing and could be a huge problem.

If he was still a player, he would have gotten it at all costs. For the artifact, any player would go crazy about it, not to mention the legendary existence of the Tianqing Gun.

But now he's more than just a player.

What happens in this world will also have a real impact on him and on those around him.

But after a brief silence, Brando replied, “Let's do as we were told. ”

The old magician stared at him like he was confirming his thoughts. Brando probably guessed what the king of wizards thought and added: "Master William, if this is the course of history, I think it's hard for us to change anything. ”

“Hey,” William sighed: “You don't understand. Forget it, that's it. You're right, it's like the saying of Jiufeng: it's a scourge that cannot be avoided. ”

Brando is familiar with this proverb, but the background design of Jiufeng was based on certain cultures he was familiar with. He nodded and replied, "Everyone I have invited here today is closely related to the Battle of Ambessel on that day, starting with Her Royal Highness, let us give it a try. Perhaps someone here will be the owner of the Tianqing gun, so let us witness the birth of this period of history. ”

“Brando,” Princess Griffin turned around when she heard him say, “I asked you to come first. ”

“Me?” Brando snapped.

“Yes, you are my knight, and in my mind, you are the only one most similar to the Tianqing knight, and I hope that the Tianqing gun will choose you--” Her Royal Highness replied, "so I want you to try it first. ”

Brando was slightly stunned. I had no idea Her Royal Highness had such high expectations for herself. He thought about it, nodded at everyone, then raised his head and walked towards the Blue Gun that day.

But before two steps were taken, a pound of momentum had come under pressure.

Brando didn't have time to see what was happening, and a figure appeared before him. Only a few people in the room could see clearly at that moment that the figure was stripped from the interwoven lightning in the sky and instantly appeared in front of Brando with an arc.

At that moment Brando can express his feelings in just one word, quickly.

The literacy of a swordsman has long been integrated into his bones, and with his current strength and level of swordsmanship, almost no one can get close to him without his reaction at all. Even with the presence of such power as Williams, Brando could at least react a little before the raid.

But the current attack clearly falls short of his expectations.

Even the experience of the last generation in the game, even in the eyes of a senior warrior of one hundred and thirty ranks alone, he has never seen such a fast offense.

But he could still see that the opposing party's starting position was a classic position where the knight in the game started with a long gun.

But a gunman would never have such terrible ingenuity.

Lightning's long gun had passed through his chest before he could even blink.

Brando flew before he could confirm that he had been so injured. At that moment, he finally saw the face of the figure formed by the lightning.

But when I saw that face, Brando almost screamed.

The energetic organism beneath the outline of the lightning is clearly a woman, and of course, he cannot be so surprised. Because the face he saw was almost exactly like Roman's, and of course, the businesswoman would never put her pretty little eyebrows up high and make such a murderous appearance.

With this string of doubts, he fell heavily on the ground.

“My lord! ”

“Lord!” Charles and Metisa first reacted, and a defensive spell immediately landed on Brando. And the little Silver Elf princess instantly had a long gun in her hand, stopping alone between Brando and the lightning girl.

But the lightning girl stopped. She looked at Metisa and threw the long gun in her hand. The long lightning gun instantly dissipated into countless arcs in the dark.

She looked coldly at everyone in the lobby, and Metissa finally saw each other's faces: "Ah, Miss Roman!” She shouted.

“Ah!”

It was like a chain reaction, and Roman stared at the lightning girl.

The lightning girl flickered slightly, and she turned back. As if to notice her move, Metisa raised her long gun, but at this point Brando finally calmed down: "Don't do it with her, Metisa! ”

Brando releases his hands from his chest, and the earl's coat is scorched black without a trace of blood. He took a breath and replied, "She has no intention of killing, as if she were the spiritual guardian of the gun. ”

“Ying Ling? ”

Metissa turned back and said, "Lord, whose spirit would she be? How can you look exactly like Miss Roman...? ”

But Brando hasn't answered, and the voice of a deep, magnetic woman has echoed across the hall.

“My name is Owena, and who are you, humans? And the people of silver? What are you doing here? ”

… (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.)