The Amber Sword

The crystalline blood that emits dark blue light flashes on the snow not far away.

The fairy girl on Nimaisie's hand dropped her head like she was dead and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

In fact, the task of obtaining crystallized blood is now over. But one more question, Brando, is not sure if the demonized crystallized blood counts. And the weirdness of the forest sparked his curiosity, knowing that there were some hidden tasks in the game of Amber Sword in the past.

I don't know if this counts in front of me, but trying it won't always hurt.

He watched the magical crystal stag struggle on the ground, a little confused. What exactly happened to turn it into this, as a living creature symbiotic to magic, crystal stags rarely fall into obsession with dark magic.

And strangely, it seems that the other party is eroding the dark magic of the resistance, that is, it is not actively corrupting. But how can a sharp magic creature be infected by dark magic?

And that strange fairy lady.

Brando moved one step closer, “Anger and anxiety magnify the dark side hundreds of times, and you just get deeper and deeper, and I can feel your struggle, can you hear me...”

There was white air in the nostrils of the stag, staring at Brando with red eyes.

Brando blurted a little, he wasn't Druid, he didn't know how to calm the animals. He didn't even have any relevant experience in the last life, which gave him a headache, and the crystal stag seemed a little sane but manic.

He doesn't understand why it's so manic, it doesn't make sense that demonized creatures, even if demonized, are like those black wolves in the black forest, filled with resentment and killing intentions about civilization. This resentment is cold, not manic; but what he feels in Malocha is a sense of agitation and anxiety, which seems to be hurrying them away.

He hesitated and tried to put his hand around Malocha's neck.

But it was at this time that the magic crystal stag's eyes flashed with a glimmer of killing machine, and it seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and its already weak head suddenly scratched like it could not move.

The triple translucent ripple seemed to reach Brando's eyes in an instant.

His pupils contracted slightly - the fatal weakness in the back of the neck under the horn of the crystal stag didn't work for the demonized stag! He had just clearly calculated the blood volume of the other party, so he saw Malocha fall without any suspicion. But I didn't think they were calculating him at the same time.

Brando's heart was pounding, and the threat of death made his brain run wild hundreds of times faster. At that moment he suddenly realized that this demonized crystal stag was likely to understand the difference between its power and its ordinary kind!

“Damn it!” Brando's heart shouted outrageously, slashing a sword into Malocha, while activating nine weeks after the wind and flashing in the opposite direction. The demonized crystal stag was howled out of place, and the connection broke three crystallized fog trees - but Brando was no good, and his figure faded in the ripples of the sickle corner, but when it reappeared, there was a bloody wound on his cheek.

That hit was still too close.

“You bastard, don't think my patience is limitless...” Brando muttered a little angrily in his heart, after all, the hidden task is no more important than life, the previous blow has made him deeply threatened.

But only half of what he said was broken.

He saw Malocha rocking up. The wound on the stag's neck has not healed, and he has broken a leg, and it appears that its elemental forces have now been used entirely to suppress the erosion of darkness, which means that it is harder to use healing power anymore.

But even so...

This crystal stag still sways toward Brando and Nimaisi, and the magic lingers on its long horns and builds up the power of the next attack.

It lowered its head, red eyes flashing with a flame of anger, long horns pointing to Brando.

Brando was a little dazed, and in The Sword of Amber, after crossing, he experienced a lot of fighting, but never faced a scene like this. The only one close, about on the outskirts of Rieburg.

He was nothing more than a beast in front of him, but he felt that he had rarely seen the white knight, Alberton, half-kneeling with a sword, but still had an arrogant heart - only on a beast, creating this illusion.

The demonized creatures, they have no mind, they know only to kill. Pain, death and fear cannot stop them from moving forward, as if they were the spirits of Madara.

But Brando knew that this was not the case in front of him, that he was struggling, not with the desire to kill, but with something he could not understand, to sustain his battle.

But what exactly is--

“You want to protect this forest? ”

The flame of magic flashes on Malocha's long horn.

“But we are not your enemies--”

The magical crystal stag lowered its head, as if it had not heard his words, and the magic gathered on its long horns, and that point had flashed. The next moment, it will release the sickle horn.

But that doesn't really mean anything to Brando anymore.

In this state, he needs only one sword to end the battle. And then he and Nimaisi completed their mission, and left here, the only thing that was unfortunate was that they couldn't get a hidden mission.

But Brando pressed one hand against the sword and found himself a little out of hand.

Is the task done just to reward?

I think so, but I don't think so.

“Speak, you bastard! ”

“Don't...” he heard a fairy girl scream. The ever-happy race cried to him powerlessly: "Please leave Lord Malocha alone...”

Brando was hesitant, and the magic convergence on Longhorn Malocha was becoming more apparent, and as long as it attacked, he had to fight back. The arrow is on the string. If he doesn't fight back, how can he take the crystallized blood out of his face?

“Damn, it's not like I want to kill this damn thing. ”

This crystal stag has gone completely insane.

But can it afford the next attack?

“Answer me! ”

“Damn, what the hell is going on!” Brando couldn't help yelling, “Well, since it's your choice...”

He took a deep breath and raised his sword.

That was just what happened between moments, Malocha's eyes red, as if she could no longer feel everything around her. But it raised its head and missed its neck.

This is a precursor to the attack.

“Lord Malocha! ”

“Brando!” Unlike the fairy maiden, who shouted at the same time as Nimmasis, the female knight's gaze remained calm. She looked at the crystal stag and shouted, “The magic of the forest converges a little bit ——”

“What?”

“Listen to me, the magic of this forest vanishing, it's all gathered on that stag! ”

“What!” Brando almost opened his mouth at that moment, and he saw the demonized crystal stag attacking, triple ripples seemingly rippled open waters on a calm lake, circling over half the woodland.

But he didn't even react, and the three bloodbaths blew up on him, and the light green bar on the person's panel, which was healthy, dropped by half and turned into a bright yellow color that was a warning.

But Brando didn't even care about the staggered wounds on his chest. He bit his teeth and endured severe pain. The mist that had stirred up in his brain seemed to finally show signs of dispersion.

The mystery is here--

So this is the key to the mission!

His figure had suddenly disappeared, and the next moment he appeared next to Malocha. That demonized crystal stag is completely powerless to attack, or defend, and Brando erects the sword of the earth...

“Ah -" the fairy girl struggled maniacally, and at this moment she behaved almost completely inconsistently with the nature of their tribe.

But unfortunately, she struggled harder and was not an opponent of Nimaisi, and the knight held her to the ground with two fingers, apathetically and mercilessly.

Brando turned his sword around.

He broke his sword and hit the back of the head of the crystal stag with his sword and ridge. This time he has no mercy, this goddamn beast has caused him too much trouble.

Marocha responded with a muffled sound.

But the demonized creature is as resilient as Brando expected, falling on the ground and still staring at Brando with hatred in his bloody eyes. It's just that the red blood has infiltrated a hint of cold-blooded killing, which was quickly replaced by bewilderment - which means that the erosion of dark magic has reached its final point.

“I ask you if all the magic in this forest has been drawn by you -” Brando asked, putting his sword around Malocha's neck.

To be honest, this scene is a bit funny. You rarely see a swordsman pushing a stag with a sword to answer questions.

But Brando's expression was serious.

“Get out of here, man! ”

Angry answers in the world of the mind were not unexpected.

At this time, Malocha's body was almost entirely covered in black smoke, and it was clear that previous battles had drained it of too much power to contain the dark erosion. The infiltration of dark magic is accelerating, and Brando sees its eyes constantly changing.

But he doesn't really need answers anymore.

“If you don't answer, I'll have to find the mystery myself.” Brando suddenly leaned down, holding down Malocha's neck and pointing his sword at the center of his back neck under the corner.

Down here is the magic nucleus of the crystal stag.

As he pushed slightly, the blade of the sword of the earth broke his skin down, and the blue blood poured out. At this point, Malocha did make an angry noise, and then struggled maniacally.

But Brando can be sure it wasn't the pain.

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(PS: As I mentioned before, tomorrow my nephew is full of 100 days, and I'm going to go to my sister's, so today it's only 6,000 more. 6,000 more tomorrow. Ten thousand more updates will be restored the day after tomorrow.

Besides, the last chapter ended with the War Dragon Tiamat, and I was thinking that the later setup would be written up in a flash, and I would go and change it the day after tomorrow. And that wind pool mistake will change as well.

Thirdly, it is said that this month is doubled, and everyone has left a monthly ticket. It's good to see you throw again next month.) (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.)