The Amber Sword

Neonatal silence, endless circulation--

———— "Observations of the Numerals", Asahi, Volume I

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Long-term memories of a vast wilderness, childhood memories of trekking and traveling, across the edge of the 'shallow sea', the backdrop of the storm's mountain Tianqing is still deeply scarred. On the boundary between water and wind, the two faces are strangely stacked together in the field of view.

That's the most impressive thing about young people.

But all the distant landscapes are gone, long trips, trips, and then finally the world ——

It was a strange beginning, passed down from generation to generation, as if memories flowing in blood, nurturing magic, forming sacred forests. In the distant dark ages, gentle magic attracts creatures in the dark. Frost Demon, Cry Demon, Dead Spirit, to protect this forest, it struggles with them.

As such, the ongoing fighting seems to have gone on for many years.

Until one day, it saw the light bulb flying in front of itself.

“Hello, my name is Lauro. You have a beautiful place. May I stay here? ”

“No.” It answered seriously.

“Why?” The little cloth dot widened his eyes, and the blue eyes widened, full of curiosity. As if it didn't give her a place to live in this forest, it was a very strange thing.

“Because you, like them, will spy on the magic of holiness. ”

“No, no, no. I just think it's cooler here. ”

“Cool? ”

“Well, besides, you can't fight them alone. You need company, I'll help you. ”

As if after that, it had a companion. The word companion, read out in the language of the elements, is far more lengthy than the human word, but far more meaningful.

“Malocha, let's build a lake so they won't come through. ”

“The lake? ”

“Ah, the lake. You haven't seen it, it's like the shallow sea —— of course, it's not as beautiful as home, but it's still beautiful. ”

It nodded in anticipation of its hometown.

“Malocha, is the lake beautiful? ”

“Unlike the shallow sea.” He thought about it for a while and answered seriously.

“Then let's make it bigger. Big enough,” she said enthusiastically, "well, after I die, please bury me under the biggest fog tree, so I can go home. ”

“Dead?”

It squints its eyes slightly, and the distant blood seems to be hiding information about this part. It's about the creature of the element, a word branded on the soul, as if it flashed in its memory, ’The new and the silent, the element is circulating...’

“Ah," replied the fairy, squinting her eyes. "The newborn and the silent, the elements circulate indefinitely, without death there will be no newborn. ”

It stares at the pitch-black night sky, and the meteor flies away, symbolizing the fall of another hero in the disputed civilized world above this flourishing sky. Man's war began one hundred and thirty-seven years, and it will last three hundred years, and twelve years after that, the prophecy says so.

Buried in the dirt in the middle of the forest, the next year it sprouted bright shoots, and then it slowly yielded fruit. Two new lives were born from the fruit.

That's the continuation of Laurel's life, they're called Mia and Tice.

It's a strange thing that fairies are always born with names.

And then the fairies became more and more, and the forest became more lively and flourishing day after day. But every night after that, it looked at the bustling stars and always remembered that phrase:

“Malocha, let's build a lake so they won't come through. ”

The frost demons in the darkness dared not cross this lake again on the shores of the silver glittering lake--

The war in the human world is finally over, one hundred and thirty years ago. Malocha looked up at the night sky, a meteor flashed by, and St. Osor, the last hero of the civilized world, finally made it to the end of her life.

The world suddenly became stranger.

……

The nucleus of magic is the source of life for demonized creatures. But for a creature like the Crystal Taurus, which lives in harmony with magic, it's just the core of its power, and a demonized creature that loses its nucleus of magic instantly turns to ash, but for Malocha at best, it's just the power that fades into youth.

Brando soon saw the crystal prism, which was embedded in Malocha's spine. As soon as Brando saw it, he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

A healthy crystal stag's magic core, the crystal should contain blue like the sea, as if it were their homeland, the shallow sea, the most beautiful place in the world of crystal elements. But what he saw was a dark crystal.

Magic erosion is so severe.

Brando couldn't bear to hold his breath.

The Warnd world is built on magical oceans, but most of the power that mortals come into contact with comes from dark magic. But Martha set the rules of Tiamat and bound these wild, dark forces with the power of the rules - making them smooth, peaceful.

This is the gift of the mother.

But there are also those who do not accept this gift.

Astronauts follow the path of the Gods as if they were mingling with thorns in the darkness. Like the god they worship, Elaine, the goddess of the abyss, they mirror the magic of darkness and seek to see through the mist of the future at the expense of blindness. The darkness erodes their hearts and minds, but they are steadfast.

The witches went further than astrologers, and the twelve witches swore to conquer the forces of darkness - their descendants, though they kept that vow. But insanity, cold, seclusion and joy accompany them all their lives - for this reason, coupled with the identity of the dragon followers of darkness, they are rejected by the entire continent.

And those who walk in the shadows, the cults, the worshippers of Satan, the madmen and the murderers. They worship the magic of darkness and rejoice in its evil presence by offering sacrifices. These cripples on the dark side of civilization, but no one denies their existence.

Dark Magic is like a dose of poison that is irreversible to anyone's harm. Brando gently extended his hand to the core of the magic, in a state of mind that sees the bottom of the puzzle.

A sudden feeling of electric shock swept across his body.

“Humans, stop...”

A gentle, completely different voice than the previous manic, furious voice echoed in Brando's mind.

“You know what I'm doing--" Brando stopped slightly, and he said softly, “Do you see what this forest looks like? ”

“It doesn't help that you drive out the dark magic.” Instead of answering him directly, the voice replied: "On the contrary, you will regret your actions. ”

“I need to know why.” Brando asks, "If you don't give up this nucleus of magic, you'll be assimilated into a monster by dark magic. This forest has begun to wither, and dark magic will erode it all, including your fairy companions--”

That voice went silent.

Half a mile, it rings again: "No, the forest will never wither. Everything you say doesn't happen, humans, you don't see the shallow ocean, you don't see how great nature is--”

“Shallow sea? ”

Malocha stopped, it was scaled, and her body was dying. Blood-red eyes show a hint of fatigue, but they burn hot flames: "Humans, I know what you want, crystallized blood, you can take it. But leave this forest, it belongs to no one, it belongs only to history, to all the fairies who have witnessed the past --"

Brando didn't understand it, but he glanced at the blood of the crystals dotted with stars on the ground, and then at Nimmasis, not far away. The knight looked at the fairy in her hand and the fairy was crying.

“Thank you for your generosity, Guardian," replied Brando, "but I'm curious about your choice. ”

As if there were breezes in the forest, the sand sounded, the brittle branches broke and fell.

The forest is dying.

Malocha's body lit the black flames of the bear, and the crystal stag lay quietly there, as if remembering something. Brando sees its eyes, crosses his shoulders, and looks at the glorious night sky of the Vaughn world.

There are many constellations, and there are many epics that belong to mortals.

“Why did you take the initiative to extract the magic of the entire forest because the Valley of the Sacred Seal was eroded by dark magic? ”

“As you guessed, humans," replied the faint voice, “the forest became restless, not just here. Dark magic is gushing from all over the world, and the Moon has become brighter than ever, mankind ——"

Brando didn't say anything, and he knew Malocha was talking about the Great Tide.

“So you take the initiative to introduce dark magic into you so that they don't invade the whole forest. ”

“But isn't it futile for you to do this, after all, you will be turned into its puppet by dark magic? And as the last guardian of this forest dies, it withers and fades, as you can see today.” Brando replied slowly, thinking about all the clues to the task.

But his words were interrupted.

“That's because you haven't seen the shallow sea, man," Malocha replied quietly, “that beautiful and spectacular sea on the line between wind and water. Tides at sea, rising and falling, circulating. It's like our life--”

“Your life? ”

“The newborn is silenced, the cycle endless--”

“This is the fate of the elements. ”

Brando suddenly realized...

He stared at the crystal stag on the ground with some shock. Old elemental life dies, and the newborn elemental creature is born on its body. Generations, that's how ancient knowledge is transmitted.

It's like a poem from an ancient era that always echoes in a vein called inheritance, quietly silent and atmospheric.

“The old order departed, taking away many memories. New life will be reborn under withered ashes. Dark magic will burn down with me, and at that moment, pure magic will replenish this land, moisturizing the roots of every fog tree and re-pouring the power of life. ”

Brando stood there, motionless. After a while, he felt his mind about the task had faded a lot. He asked, "Is that your choice? ”

Malocha didn't answer.

The voice was just muttering to itself: "I should have left long ago, and when I saw the meteor paddle across the night sky, I knew that this era was long gone. ”

“That's a long time. ”

“But the lake still doesn't look like a shallow sea at all. ”

“It's just really beautiful...”

Brando droops his eyelids slightly.

He felt something. But more is doubt. Why does the system set such a scene? Is there a hidden task here? Just let him be a visitor?

No, there has to be something that can change.

He saw the crystal stag lying on the ground gradually closing its eyes, and the dark magic seemed to break free from it, but was locked firmly at the core of the magic.

At that moment, Brando seemed to feel the last image from the guardian of the St. Mark Forest:

A vast ocean, with an endless view. Canine teeth crossed the cliffshore, and the ocean slammed rocks. Far from the sky, the stormy sanctuary is like a light blue ink painting.

Clouds float above the sky.

He saw the traveling calf, and it was with its community, across the coast, across the wilderness, as if it were a long journey, and nobody knew where their end point was.

A long time went by in Brando's head, as if it were a millennium of blinking, and he saw a lot. I saw that fairy named Lauro.

“I see my hometown. ”

“Beautiful, just like when I left. It never changed, waiting for me to come back. ”

……

Brando blinked hard and his eyes were a little dry.

And as he opened his eyes, Malocha's body was shining hot white light, becoming transparent and light-hearted. The magic that floats on it is as if it has undergone a new life, and in a brilliant flash like a new star, black magic is drawn by forces that transcend the realm of life and death, and an invisible law descends from the sky.

At that moment, he raised his head together with Nimmasis, and their hearts trembled the same way, feeling the power coming from Martha.

Gentle, yet thorough.

Everything seems to be out of color with language and sound.

The fairies looked up at the scene and were surprised that the forest was shattering, but a friendly force was breaking out.

Brando saw the little fairy in Nimaisi's hand running towards the crystal stag's body in tears, crying, her mouth all together, but she couldn't hear a sound.

Between the heavens and the earth, there is but law and strength.

Brando saw the golden magic blooming from Malocha's body, injecting it into the ground, spreading like a spider web along a trail in the woods. Then he saw a faint smoke rising from a crystal stag that had already turned to ash, forming the way Marocha lived —— that big, beautiful creature looking up into the night sky.

And the smoke began to fade away.

But at that moment Brando suddenly realized something. He raised his head and shouted loudly at the smoky soul: "Malocha, wait! Your Magic Core will not be completely ashed, part of it will be inherited to the newborn elements! ”

Crystal stags obviously realize something too.

It shook slightly and looked back at Brando. As the shape had begun to disintegrate, Brando could not even see it, but he read the last message he wanted to convey from Malocha's eyes ——

Help it.

The core of the magic has been completely contaminated, assimilating even part of it inherited from the nascent crystal stag. The newborn elemental life becomes nothing but a completely bloodthirsty monster.

And this forest, in turn, becomes a wilderness of shadows and terror.

The mission was here.

Brando suddenly realized. At this moment, however, he did not have a relaxed attitude. He watched Malocha's figure turn into nothing. He looked at him anxiously, but there was nothing he could do.

No, no, no.

Wait a minute.

There's another way. Brando suddenly looked up, and he looked at the crystal stag, and his head was full of the image he'd seen before. A vast ocean with an endless view. The canine teeth cross the cliffshore, and the ocean beats the rocks —— this is the shallow sea, the source of the elements of life.

“I can help you, Malocha. ”

Suddenly he shouted, "Will you accept? ”

A blank card had appeared in Brando's hand, and Marlow looked at it and seemed to understand something. It has a long life, and the little bit of knowledge begins to accumulate in the mind from a certain age.

“Will you!” Brando roared.

Golden magic is flooding the forest, but black flames are also rekindling from the center of the golden light. One deer at a time, there's only one last chance.

“What are you going to do, human?” This is what Malocha sees in his eyes.

“Use dark magic as a source to seal you with it. I pulled it out of the core of my magic using the fate card rule and it might succeed! ”

“How sure are you? ”

“I don't know--”

Malocha nodded softly, leaving a layer of smoke just below his neck. The whole body has dissipated, but the hooves still stand high on the ground.

Brando took out the Fate Card and showed it to Malocha's soul: "Charles, help me calculate how much wealth it takes to seal this card! ”

“My lord, can you calculate this simple question for yourself?” Charles sounded a little confused on that side of his mind. He beat up a debt and obviously didn't know what was happening here.

“Cut the crap and tell me--” Brando scolded biting his teeth.

Charles hit the spirits, and that's how he reacted: "Ah, so, my lord, you have to unlock some of the sealing permissions and let me see what kind of card you're sealing--”

Brando immediately did as he was told.

“Crystal Taurus," Charles stunned slightly: “This thing is much stronger than the princess of the day. Although her soul has agreed, it can drastically reduce the cost of sealing, but it still needs to consume nearly a thousand dollars. ”

“Ah, wait... what is this?” Charles's voice is a little impatient: “Dark magic? Lord, you have to pull it out of here - it's a law of chaos, no less authority than that of a travel magician. You sure you want to do this? I don't understand...”

“You don't need to understand!” Brando is going crazy, and Malocha's head is gone: “Just tell me how much you need! ”

“Too much dark magic...”

“That's very little!” Brando didn't yell out the last word. Much of the dark magic has been purified by Malocha and transformed into the power of order.

“Okay, okay —— I get it, a total of 2,720 dollars is needed. ”

“So many!? ”

“I said...” Charles replied. But his words were immediately brutally interrupted by Brando: "Enough, tell me if my wealth is sufficient now. ”

“... barely, my lord. Aren't you going to keep some? Didn't you say you might run into something better in the Frost Forest, and now this place is still in the Arather Forest?” Charles asked with some curiosity whether his lord was in any trouble.

But Brando can't take care of him anymore.

He pressed his thumb and index finger on the deck and shouted to Malocha's soul: "Seal! ”

But what was expected did not happen, quite unlike what happened when Metisa was last sealed. Fate cards float so quietly in the middle of nowhere.

“What's going on?” Brando's right hand is slightly stiff.

“Lord… the soul of the object you are sealing is too weak. Dark magic is not enough to compensate for this part of the rule… some wealth is also needed to create a virtual law.” Charles' voice suddenly shouted anxiously.

“How much more do you need?” Brando bites his teeth and asks, "He's about to miss his last chance.

“Not enough...”

Brando's heart was cold, but it was at this moment that Charles suddenly shouted: "Ah… a new force has been injected. What's going on?”

The young wizard attendant obviously didn't understand what was going on, and Brando didn't either, because all he saw was a sudden silver flash on that blank card, and then it exploded like a flash bomb.

A glimmer of white glimmer spread from all sides.

Brando squinted his eyes slightly and waited for the light to fade before he saw a card wandering off the sky.

‘In the darkness, but in the light, the heart is a song of eternity...’

The card fell on his hand:

Back to Song Wing

Yongge VIII

Light 4 Dark 4

Pay 40 Fahrenheit (Knight) to summon White Deer Marocha (Rank -10) to enter the arena. When the White Deer leaves, select two cards from the cemetery to wash into its holder's card bank.

Maintain, Marocha Blanc will maintain until the next day's reset.

‘Born and gone, born and gone...’

Brando looked at the white deer depicted on the card, and with the fairy on its back, a little hairy for a while. At that moment, he understood what had happened before.

He raised his head and saw the golden magic surrounding the whole forest, the dead fog tree collapsing in pieces. But the newborn sprouts grew out of the ashes, rapidly producing a dense little tree.

A small crystalline stag, lying half-closed in the middle of these bushes.

The forest seems to be defending it.

Buzzing softly, Brando sees a pale green panel jumping out of his face:

‘Task: Kaizen element, complete, perfect completion. ’

‘Task: Song of the Shallow Sea, Done, Excellent Completion -’

……

(PS: 6000 words for today, this chapter doesn't want to be broken down. Let's see. Today I'm tired, I'm going to go out to work again, I'm going to come back to catch up with the code word, I want to hit my head to death.) (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.)