The Amber Sword

The dried meat was stored for several months and chewed like dried wood bars, salty and astringent. But for Aruta, it's also a rare delicacy in the forest. The further north the Arather Forest is, the colder the climate becomes, and occasional snowfall occurs at night in the forests of what older hunters close to the northern tip of the forest call ‘fog woodlands', where frost can weave mist even during the day.

Here, animals in the forest become scarce, making it difficult for even senior hunters to supplement their food in the forest, in addition to the occasional encounter of thick hairy rodents.

Aruta sliced the meat dry into a boiling pan. The soup in the dark iron pot is full of vegetables and the heat rises, as if to melt the snow accumulation on the branches.

Such foods are naturally not eaten by the noble lords, but are common to hunters.

“Not much dry food...” The teenager turned his fur, leaving only some dark breadcrumbs below. He sighed slightly in his heart, but it was also predicted that the pot would be out of reach before this climb...

Sister said that after this climb, she could save enough money to go to Karasu and run to relatives there. He sniffed the scent from the smelling pan with greed and his stomach growled.

He looked up at the neat and beautiful tents on the other side of the woodland, and the quarrel kept coming out of the camp. He knew that the hunters from the town had disagreed with the noble lords, mainly because the hunters were reluctant to continue across the river to the north.

Thinking about that river to the north, Aruta couldn't resist a cold war.

After crossing the woven fog forest, bordering the Nuga River, it heads north into the fallen needle hills. The river connects Lake Valentin to the Blue Lake in downstream Lantoniland, and the river has been floating with drifting ice for years. But there are even more horrifying legends that, after entering the night, there are often ‘things' roaming through the frosty forest in the north, but no one who has seen them has ever returned from the forest.

Such legends were passed down from generation to generation, so that north of the Nuga River gradually became synonymous with the no-go zone.

Even Aruta often hears horrible stories, such as‘ the man on the tree ',‘ the knight of heartbreak ’. He remembered the legends of the old hunters at the campfire and couldn't help but fight a cold war.

He looked back at the direction of the hills, and for several nights in a row he saw something in the forest that looked like a ghost. He only told his sister about it, but she said he was blind.

“Even in 'Night Roaming Things', you didn't see that, you must have mistaken the crystal stag for something else. In that case, we might get lucky.” That's what she said.

But he knew that the number of hunters watching the night in town had doubled since that day. The closer we get to the north, the easier it is to detect pressure in the air, and the scarcer human conversations seem to become.

It's just that Aruta doesn't understand that people in Ming town don't like them, so why should she tell them anything? Solidarity should not be unilateral, even if the hunter's motto is' to work together to survive '.

He never liked the people in town, especially the ones with a slightly disgusting look.

He suddenly heard horseshoes coming from outside the hunter's camp, and only the noble lords had horses - he raised his head and saw several knights of the tall horses coming to their camp with a group of noble militants.

What's going on here? Are we done here?

With such suspicion, Aruta's eyes rose through the white water vapor rising from the iron pot, and a hunter in the dark behind the mist walked towards those knights, seemingly trying to ask what had happened. But a nobleman walked up and pushed him to the ground.

Aruta stood up.

Aristocratic militias began to spread on both sides, surrounding the camp. He did not know what had happened and turned around and saw a platoon of soldiers with long bows coming out of the forest. He saw the fur coats, brushing all the noble archers with their faces almost completely covered, pulling arrows out of their backs and opening their bows.

An instinctive premonition of danger rises from the bottom of his heart.

A hunter came in pale from behind the camp, and he knew the guy, who had two little daughters, and once they threw sand over his head —— he remembered all his life when the guy looked at himself with contempt. But the other party's expression must have been less distorted then.

“Those sons of bitches have to repent!” The hunter screamed, “Run...”

Then there was a sharp whistle in the forest, and Aruta, as a hunter, was very familiar with the long syllable. The arrow broke open, and an arrow shot through the hunter's throat.

The sound stops...

The sharp arrow tip ripped open the skin and pierced it from the side of the chin, bleeding into a line, leaving the short wings on the other side of the other side of the neck, trembling slightly.

Looking at him, the hunter opened his mouth and revealed a mixture of fear and unwillingness. He seemed to try to grab his throat with his hands, but just lifted his chest and fell on the ground.

Aruta swallowed a sip of spit.

He has seen a hunter shoot an arrow through his prey's throat, even with his own hands. But when humans were hunting for their kind, he realized that the same scene could be so horrible.

A man who was alive a moment ago, as if he had become a cold corpse.

He jumped straight into his heart as if he'd just figured out what was happening. He had never experienced anything like this, and I had no idea the nobles would dare to do it - Aruta felt cold at once, but the first thing he thought of was his own dependent sister.

“Sister...”

The long archer at the edge of the forest unwrapped the bowstrings in his hand, and the arrows swept across the camp like rain spots. Aruta felt a pain in her calf and lost her centre of gravity and fell on her knees. He fell by a skinned tent and looked at everything that was happening around him.

Those familiar on weekdays, even the most sophisticated hunters in town, fall one after the other in blood, like a fallen stake. Finally, resistance began, and he tried to gaze at the hunter's chief in the town who had bowed down two noble militiamen in a carriage.

Though he hated the guy very much during the week, he couldn't help but cheer for the other guy at the moment. But just as the hunter's chief opened the bow for the third time, a figure fell from the sky —— Aruta saw with her own eyes the sword cut across a man's neck, the flesh splitting, the head falling, a column rising from the sky.

The memorable face rolled onto the ground and blew, then grass ash and snow, as if instantly you couldn't tell what it was.

The noble knights also rushed into the camp.

Rage and screaming in the camp came to a halt. Aruta felt his head start to faint and he shivered and climbed backwards, but his horseshoe swept past him, then he felt a back pain, and the whole person seemed nailed to the ground.

He couldn't bear to scream.

There was a grinning sound behind him, and he knew it was those aristocratic militias. As the knight pulled out the rifle, Aruta immediately felt that her entire body seemed to have lost its strength and her body had drifted lightly.

He gasped and used his last strength to look past the nobleman's camp...

He sees those twisted smiles with indifference, cruelty, or bliss. The camp also came from a distant scream.

“Sis... Sis...”

His gaze also seemed to have begun to blur, as he saw a dark blue figure in the distance as he turned away.

……

Almost five days into the Arather Forest.

Brando stood at the top of the hill and looked at the forest, which had become gray, and in the distance the Nuga River was like an elongated strip of light hidden in the forest. The area is called Death Silence in play, because there are no animals or monsters in the forest, and it can be said that there are no living creatures in the forest other than these snow-covered cedars.

The vast majority of the reasons for this situation are the frost forest, where monsters are confined to the forest maze for special reasons, while creatures are reluctant to approach this strange land, naturally creating such a scene on the outskirts of the frost forest.

Brando stares at the other bank of the Nuga River and crosses that not wide riverside woodland, which is a cluster of frosted forest replicas. “Crossing that forest is Milos' final breath, isn't it?” He thought in his heart.

In the game, four peripheral copies of 'The Final Breath of Milos, The Land of God, The Forest of Tears, The Wolf Blood Forest' surround the Great Maze in the center. Only through any of these four peripheral replicas can you reach the circular glacier. And the ring-shaped glacier is actually a player's abbreviation, and its full name in Amber Sword is Milos' river of despair. The magic that collapsed when Milos, the god of giants, fell, formed this geographic strangeness, and the young dragon in the game, which lay on the needle hill, lived in this area.

He shook his head and felt a little distant. From the direction of Vieiro Valentinburg, this forest begins by challenging the Forest of Tears, but it is the most difficult of the four. Theoretically, it's easiest to get in from the Wolfsbane Forest in the north, but he doesn't have that much time to detour, so Milos' final breath in four copies is the best option after Wolfsbane Forest.

Moreover, it appears that Anlek has chosen this path as well.

Even the easier areas of the four copies, however, were not so well handled. Previously comfortable going forward in the Arather Forest, I'm afraid it's hard to keep up here. Brando couldn't help but look at the team marching down the hill.

“Brando, look over here! ”

Suddenly Freya shouted down the mountain.

“Find out what?” Brando was slightly stunned, which led him down the path opened by the escorts. As usual, Sydney accompanied him in silence, and the two men slowly arrived under the hills to see that the place where the convoy was located had gathered a large crowd of people. He even saw the Laurennas crowded, and Brando immediately thought of what had happened.

He split the crowd and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled.

Another one.

… (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.)