The Amber Sword

“What the hell is going on?” Brando clasped his lips and grabbed Nimaisie, who was about to go. He suddenly calmed down and felt a hidden grip in his heart, whispering: “Wait, the Ice Fairy is a cowardly species, they have always been insulated from battle, at best dare to use magic far away as an adventurer... a little strange. ”

The knight earned a little money, but when she heard Brando, she just took a step and stepped in the snow and had to stop. She raised her head and looked at the fairy girl on the ground with some suspicion.

“Bullshit!” The fairy girl grinned her teeth, but she still wrapped her swollen cheeks in her little hand. She jumped and shouted, “We're not cowardly! We will fight to defend our homeland! ”

“Home guardian?” Brando seemed to smell something from the air, squeezed his eyes, and the blade of Harangya rested gently on the ground: "Little fellow, as if you were hiding some secret--”

“I won't tell you! ”

“No answer, no answer, but you won't tell me, which means there is.”

“You...” The fairy was obviously angry, reaching forward with her hands and shouting: “I am the daughter of the North Wind, Sleeping Dragon Caratelis!” The seven giant roundabouts opened in layers around her palm, as if accompanied by a low beastly roar, with an ice column pierced from the center of the Falun Front and refracted into Brando in the middle of the air.

Seven Ring Ice System Element Spell.

Sleeping Dragon Caratelis is the famous King of Ice Dragons, and the spells created by its name will naturally not be easy. But Brando didn't even blink an eye, as if he waited for the moment before the ice dragon hit him, raised his left hand, clicked and grabbed the dragon's head, then pulled it gently, and grabbed the spell straight into pieces.

“Ah -” the fairy girl stared at the scene of the ice cream dancing and couldn't help but open her mouth slightly; she probably never dreamed that someone could tear a spell apart with their bare hands into its most primitive state, which totally subverted all her cognitions.

“You…”

“Your spells don't work on me, little man.” Brando rubbed his left hand and let the ice scum in his palm fall to the end of the snow. “Well, I let you attack once. For courtesy's sake, now it's your turn to answer my question —— let me ask you, what is the magical silence of this forest? ”

But the fairy girl's face turned white and she looked at Brando like she was scared: “You... how do you know? ”

Her expression made Nimaisie shook her head, and she was a fool.

“Well, I also know that you speak of Lord Malocha, the guardian of this forest, the crystal stag of St. Mark's Valley, right?” Brando stared at the fairy girl and asked, but suddenly he frowned and glanced around.

Before that moment, he seemed to feel something spying on himself.

“You… are you the one in the black prophecy, the one who guessed that man's heart was about to eat his demon?” The fairy girl asked shakingly.

“Of course not.” The answer was funny, but Brando couldn't laugh. Somehow, he suddenly felt that something in the air seemed to be active. But it was not a fluctuation of magic, but the blood of God in his body was moving. He felt a little nervous: “I just want to know what really happened in this forest. ”

“I won't tell you!” The nail was cut off and answered.

“Never mind, let me guess, this is what you call Lord Malocha - careful!” Brando suddenly turned around and pushed Nimaisi out, a shadow flew past the two of them, and one hit the fog tree on the other side of the trail. In a series of crisp sounds, countless crystallized trees broke apart, actually allowing that thing to come out of the thick forest alive.

“This velocity...!” Brando sucked in a cold breath and found that he could not capture each other's movements with his sensory abilities, if not for the sudden palpitation of God's blood, allowing him to react in a thousand shots and push Nimais away. Otherwise, the knight would have been seriously injured by now.

But what is it? There's no way a crystal stag could have had that speed, and before that, he'd only seen it in the presence of Nicholas, Veronica and so on.

At this time, Nimaisi also climbed up from the ground, and she shook the ice chips from her body, looking in that direction with the same vigilance.

A crisp sound came from a pitch-black forest, then Brando saw a pair of snow-white hooves, then a long antler, then a pair of bloody red eyes...

That's not a crystal stag.

Brando's impressed crystal stag, noble and elegant, is the most beautiful creature in the frosted forest. It's called a crystal stag because it looks like a beautiful, crystal-crafted creature with all the snow, shoulders, legs, horns and bone plates crystallized on the spine.

But now Brando can't believe his eyes, and he sees a creature that does look like an elk. But half the skull, back ridge, and legs were dripping down with black liquid, and the crystal bone plate was already broken, and some pitch-black smoke was rising from the wounds all over it.

The scariest thing is the other party's blood-red eyes, where you can't see a single glimmer of the god that a normal beast deserves, leaving you with an endless desire for anger.

The monster turned to Brando, staring closely at him, constantly gushing out of his nostrils. Brando frowned because at that moment he heard a low voice in his head and said to himself:

“Get out! ”

“Get out of here, man! ”

“This is magic… how could it be so badly impregnated by magic," Brando stayed for a while, no longer a crystal stag, but a monster completely controlled by dark magic. Those disgusting black smoke clouds that flow through it are essentially dark magic.

“Humans, get out! ”

“Lord Malocha!” At this time, the fairy girl next to her suddenly screamed, and she flew towards the monster with some anxiety, but just flew, and was suddenly rushed to her side by Brando's sword and struck a heel.

Brando dropped Harangua's wide blade and stopped her, coldly saying, "If you don't want to die, stay here. ”

“I don't believe you, man!” The fairy girl said out loud and then climbed up again to vibrate her wings and fly. This time Brando didn't have time to waste with her here, turning directly over the sword ridge and photographing her into the snow, and saying to Nimmasis, "Hold her down and I'll take care of this monster. ”

“No!” the fairy girl screamed, only that her protest was doomed to futility, as Nimacees had taken her from the ground.

“Ah, you wicked bitch, let go of me! ”

“I will not allow you to harm Lord Malocha!” The fairy screamed immediately.

Nimaisie looked in Brando's direction and turned around: "Brando won't hurt your Lord Malocha, don't worry,”

The fairy girl immediately replied with dissatisfaction, "I don't believe you humans. ”

The knight looked down at the little thing and she thought about it, suddenly opening her pocket and pulling out a bean-sized sugar and shoving it into the fairy girl's mouth.

“You guys talk to us... whoa, what is this... whoa.” The squeaky scream of the fairy went silent.

Meanwhile, Brando turned around and saw that the monster seemed ready to attack. It circled him for a half turn, then lowered its head and gently rubbed it on the ground with its hooves, spraying white mist out of its nostrils.

Brando took it slightly more seriously and raised the sword of the earth.

“Humans, get out! ”

“Is that what you're saying-- Hmm!” Before Brando finished, he felt a great power suddenly coming out of his sword. When a loud bang struck, he didn't even see the trajectory of the Taurus Malocha's actions, and the other's horn was already against the blade of the sword of the earth.

It's like it was there.

“Is this… a spatial element?” With a slight surprise in his heart, Brando hurried to support the sword of the earth with his hands. Harangya's blade bent completely towards the center under tremendous pressure, making an overwhelming squeak: “No...”

He denied that view.

Because Marocha the Taurus suddenly starts high and crosses the long sword again. With the sword slightly down, Brando could barely hold it steady.

This is the steady earth...

With a slight glance, Brando has thought of the other party's source of power. The power of chaos. This crystal stag has a very powerful power of chaos. He couldn't bear to be intimidated. This is total demonization. To demonize to this extent, what kind of angry things did this guy do?

But it was at this time that Malocha suddenly missed his head, and Brando had a squeaky blade in his hand, thanks to his immortality, otherwise he had to wonder whether the sword would last for the next moment.

In front of him, the monster's blood-red eyes flashed, and a low voice rang in his head: "Let her go, man! ”

Let her go?

Brando reacted with a beam, and the monster said it was the fairy in Nimaisie's hand. “You bastard, there's reason...”

He replied with some effort that the power of this goddamn crystal stag was incredible: “Really... the patron saint of the Holy Seal Valley...”

‘Kala’ sounded sharp.

Once Marocha the Taurus turned her head, she actually blew Brando's sword away. And then it took a step back, and it flashed forward, and the huge figure appeared in Brando's four directions, back and forth.

When, when, when, when, when four swords.

Brando's four successive attacks on Taurus Malocha led to the disappearance of four of Brando's figures in a flying snowflake.

“Humans, let her go, get out of here!” The voices in my mind have become more and more harsh and seem to carry some sort of warning.

“Holy shit!” Brando shook his hand hard, and the four swords he had barely stopped after nine weeks of using the wind, but the power of Taurus Malocha was terrible.

Immediately after Malocha's attack failed, he retreated and looked up at him with vigilance.

“It seems your reason is also intermittent -” Brando bit his teeth and couldn't help but ask, “Sacred Seal Valley Guardian, tell me what happened here. The magic of the Misty Forest goes silent, which has nothing to do with you, right? ”

But he hasn't finished, and the figure of the Taurus Malocha is a shadow. “Oops!” Brando was shocked and hurried to retract his sword to try to block the other side.

But he never dreamed that the monster would accelerate.

A sharp sound of teething, like a broken glass, pierced the dead silence of the forest like a whistle. Brando stunnedly raised his head and saw the sword of the earth in his hand flying out with his hands in a spiral.

A sword saint.

I can't hold my sword.

Brando couldn't believe what he saw. His anger flared from his heart, and he turned around and stared at the monster who had retreated from his face again. “Okay, now that you're playing--”

Tonigal's Count will shake his hand, “I, to the end -” Pong, a black flame spreading out of his hand.

“Rage Dragon Alvers, fanaticism! ”

With a roar, countless scraps of ice were blown out directly by the drummed airflow around Brando.

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(PS: This is the last part of the month, starting on the 15th, I basically guarantee 10,000 a day. Everyone has seen it. Almost 180,000 words were written at the end of the month, well over my previous month of about 120,000 words, and even if I owed you an outbreak last month, it would be far more than I owed you. Here, I can basically say this time that I made up for all that I owed.

So, today I can sell you a well-deserved monthly ticket here ~ right? Then please continue to look forward to the update next month, and I will keep it that way, and I hope that you will support me as always.) (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.)