The Amber Sword

The body lying in the snow has almost been frozen into a popsicle, but it is still rare to see what it looked like before birth, about forty and fifty years old, upright; the five officials are quite decent, the eyebrows are rare to see that it is a native, wearing thick fur clothes, holding a short bow in his hand, at first glance a hunter from the area around Lantoniland.

Brando can already identify himself, but he hasn't answered, and Freya, squatting next to the body, said in a somewhat sad tone: "The fatal wound is the arrow wound behind it, the same as the body we found earlier, but this one should have been out of breath at the time. ”

“- The wound we encountered on that body should have been sustained in the vicinity as well, but the hunter was slightly wounded, and after escaping from there, he was attacked by Frost Demon and finally killed.” Laurena looked at the body in the snow and said with some anger, "You Eruin nobles are outrageous. ”

“Cruz's nobility is the same, not to mention the fact that our enemies are first and foremost cults, and you have a responsibility here.” The dark-haired knight replied coldly on the back of a horse.

Laurena glanced at her and couldn't help but say no.

“That doesn't make any sense.” Brando thought, but he didn't talk. Instead, he raised his head and said to everyone: "If the fighting had taken place in the vicinity, it would have been a camp in Anrek, and everyone would have spread out and searched around to see if there was any clue. ”

His voice fell, as if to testify to his words, and a whistle sounded in the forest. This is a signal that his escorts agreed to communicate with each other--

Everyone turned around and saw the girl on the white horse run out of the woods. Hippamilla was still wearing her linen robe in such cold weather that she turned around and pointed in one direction in the forest with a cane in her hand: "My lord, a number of bodies have been found here. ”

“Alec did it.” Nimaisie shook her head gently.

Freya stood slightly by Brando's side and couldn't help but bite her teeth. She still had a little lucky psychological expectation to save those hunters, but she didn't expect them to be so resolute.

By her side, Laurena the Knight didn't look very good either.

“Take us there.” Brando sighed, answering. He also remembers the worrying and fussy colour of the hunters' families when they left shallow water towns, for which their husbands and fathers may be the only pillars of a family. Once economic resources had been lost, future lives could be known; there were even single-parent families, the rest of whom were just helpless children, who were waiting at home for their father's return, but might wait to hear from them.

With that in mind, he couldn't bear to be slightly cold.

As if Hippamilla had seen what her lord thought in his heart, as Hippamillah's priest, she existed in the world to protect the world. Girl is not a temple of flames, not dust-free in the Deep Palace, she is aware of the suffering of the people and therefore cannot help but let down her eyelashes slightly.

She pulled the rope, turned the horse's head and walked the crowd into the woods.

Through a few sparse cedar groves, the horizons became radiant and a clearing area thought to have been cut appeared in front of the crowd. But when everyone saw the scene in front of them, they couldn't resist the slightest nitrogen, and the collapsed animal skins seemed to remain as they were that day, and in this camp, which seemed to have been trampled on once, the fierce battlefield was restored to people.

More than twenty bodies were piled in the centre of the camp and scattered around, with visible dry blood everywhere in the snow and broken arrows inserted all over the camp.

Brando saw Metisa's unicorn standing on the side of the body, and the Silver Elf princess held up the ice and snow with her hands, and the ice and snow instantly turned into crystal clear ice in her hand. She placed these bouquets next to each body, and the color of the flowers appeared very calm.

“Lord,” she saw Brando before patting the snow on her knees and stood up: “I remember the last war. The Silver Elves will send a bunch of lilies to all their heroic companions, and the next time they go to war, the warriors will wear these bouquets on their chests to avenge their dead companions. ”

Brando nodded.

“Rest assured, Alec will pay for this, and some see the lives of others as ants who have long been abandoned by Martha.” He replied coldly: "Neither can chaos protect them. Look, the bleeding will surely pay for it. ”

“Is there anyone else alive?” Laurena couldn't help but suck in a cold breath and whisper. But anyone could hear that this honest, kind lady from Cruz was merely suppressing her anger.

Metisa shook her head, "At least in this camp, they're all dead. ”

The camp was slightly quiet.

Although Brando, Freya, Nymatis, and even Sydney have been through many battles, life and death on the battlefield have long been commonplace - but it was a battle for both sides to risk their lives, and there was a naked massacre ahead of them - hunters from the area around Rantoniland, each with their own family, their families' fathers, husbands, or sons, who may have entered the forest with a vision for the future, but only to make their loved ones a better life.

But all hope for the future is ruthlessly strangled here. But only for the unknown pursuit of some, who simply do not understand respect for life.

Freya looked at the scene as if she remembered Butch burning in the fire. The people of the kingdom struggled in disaster, while his nobles merely watched indifferently and even fuelled it.

What happens at different times, at different places, is similar.

She bit her teeth tight and gripped her fists almost white.

Laurena, who also seemed to have noticed the emotional fluctuations of the future martial arts goddess, had a slight fondness for Freya and couldn't help but say: "Let's tidy up the hunters' bodies, better find a way to bury them and get them out of here when they leave - at least their families have the right to know what's going on here. ”

Brando couldn't help but notice the words of the lady knight from Cruz. Though he knew that Laurena was famous for her integrity and kindness, after all, she was a great nobleman and had no idea how careful she could be.

He looked at each other with great surprise. But it seems to have noticed his gaze, and Laurena turns back and explains to everyone: "The knights respect their sacrificed companions, at least not to expose their dead comrades to the wilderness. Although these are not our companions, we have promised to bring them back, dead or alive, at least to give a statement to their families. ”

She pressed her hand against her chest and responded with some seriousness to everyone: "I wish I could keep my promise. ”

“Yes, I support Sister Laurena.” Metisa couldn't help but nod her head slightly, expressing support.

“Me too.” Freya exhaled softly and answered with some loneliness.

Brando looked at the other bank of the Nuga River, and there wasn't much time left for them. Her Royal Highness is on her way to Valentinburg, and Eko's journey with Makaro is clearly one step ahead. In the south, Count Denel and his army of blood canes are converging - from persuading Grand Duke Vieiro to forming a coalition, to waving the same division as in history to ambush Count Jean Denel south, leaving him only a month's time node.

That means he can stay in the forest for up to two weeks.

The summer sun, which has become very mild in the frosty forests, has moved over the midline above its head, taking a little longer, I'm afraid, to spend the night here.

He looked aside at Nimaisie, and the knight neither agreed nor disagreed. These days, however, he has become familiar with each other's personality, and he knows that this is actually an expression of acquiescence.

Brando nodded eventually.

Good thing everyone here understood that their time was running out, and Brando nodded and started cleaning the battlefield consciously. Due to the availability of sufficient personnel, it is not in fact difficult to dig up some pits in the snow to bury the bodies. Moreover, since it is expected that the remains of the hunters will be retrieved and taken away sooner or later, the escorts, under the command of Laurena, dug up only a few large, provincial pits, covered with snow and dust, and marked them prominently.

Others, Metisa and Freya, look further away for potential survivors. Although Brando didn't think it would be too likely, he had seen earlier from the hunter's arrow wounds that this time Anrek was bringing with him veterans who had been with him for years, unlikely to make such a low-level mistake.

Just when Brando thought so, he suddenly heard Charles in his heart.

“Lord, guess what I found? ”

“What?” Brando asked.

“A woman. ”

“Charles, although the weather is cold here, it's summer and spring is long gone.” Brando stunned for a moment and answered with some impatience.

“No, no, you're wrong about what I mean. Lord, I mean, I found a woman alive.” Charles hurried to scream unjustly.

……

Paia was found in the Nuga River, and Charles saw her washed down from the upstream with the drifting ice, hanging from a branch that penetrated the middle of the river.

In this weather, the temperature of the river was close to zero. When Charles found the woman, she was almost all wet, immersed in the cold water of the river and had a long knife wound on her back. The knife wounds appear to have caused excessive blood loss and the rolled flesh to soak white.

Originally in this state, the young wizard's first judgement was that the woman was dead, but the truth made a joke about him. When he used magic to fish each other out of the middle of the river, he found that they still had heartbeats.

And then what happened after that, Paia already knew.

But for the girl herself, she never remembers what happened before she jumped down the river. She only remembered the day the nobles turned their faces and the oldest hunter on the team was stabbed directly with a sword by the middle-aged swordsman.

Then there's mixed warfare, lightsaber shadow...

It's like a horrible scene in a nightmare. The most powerful hunter in the team, who is said to have served as an army sword instructor in the Manowell area, and a leader with silver skills, is not the middle-aged swordsman's opponent for a round.

She never forgot that scene, and the noble knights laughed at them, and then the screams of the familiar fell.

She remembers a knight trying to hold her down and cut her hands back. She remembers the vulgar outrage and touched her with her hands irregularly.

If it wasn't for that ring, she really didn't know what terrible things would have happened after that.

What happened after that seemed to be escape, but the wounds on the back were painful and the body was getting weaker. But my heart was getting more worried about my brother, and the pursuit of soldiers was getting closer, and then it was dark.

“Can't die...”

“Aruta...”

It was like a long nightmare where every face in the nightmare was twisted. The townsfolk who hated their brothers were covered in blood. Then comes the smiling knight's face. Finally, she saw her brother stabbed with a bullet, nailed to the snow, and red blood spread from beneath him like a myriad of tiny red snakes.

“Don 't--! ”

The girl opened her eyes suddenly.

She was sweaty and then saw a woman's face through the light outside the tent. She recognized the identity of the other mountaineer at a glance. Only the mountaineer would have such long red hair, the girl holding her knee, leaning against a long gun and looking at her motionlessly.

“You, who are you...” Paia seemed to want to ask the question, but she immediately felt her throat ache as if it were a fire. At the end of the day, only a few meaningless hissing syllables were made, but the intense pain made her groan intolerable.

“Lord says you'd better not talk and rest. You're badly hurt, but the key is not knowing how long you've been in a coma in cold river water, and now you're having a fever, but we don't have any herbs. ”

Since leaving the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps, Sy has seldom spoken in front of strangers, but has spoken, as if reciting a boring report.

After that, she still looked quietly at the woman in bed, and her eyes lit up with the fire outside.

Paia was slight, but felt the other person's goodwill. She went back to lie down, feeling all numb, but finally quiet.

She frowned slightly and seemed to be trying to remember what had happened.

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(PS: Today, 7K. Still, I've been a little busy lately, and I can only make up for a little bit of yesterday's difference. Let's make up for 1K today. Try to ensure an average of 6K per day by the 20th.) (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.)