The Amber Sword

Brando drooped his head, his pupils tightened in a circle in his dark brown eyes, sedentary like water, but with a constant glow inside. He inserted one hand under the trench coat, his left hand outside naturally drooping, his pale hand grew like a sword, his fingers like white bones, thin, but with strength, slightly curled.

This is the hand of a distinguished swordsman.

He stared at Princess Griffin, not far from him, with a very complicated eye.

“... teacher, teacher?” Haruze raised his head pale and weakly extended his hand and grabbed it, seemingly trying to grab Brando's sword, but grabbed his left wrist; he knew that knowing Brando's hand was under the trench coat, he might have grasped the simple cruciform handle - the black-soaked blade of the earth's sword - lay asleep in a sheath with a dwarf-style pattern, controlled by a steadfast force.

He raised his head, his weak pupils magnified, his forehead filled with fine sweat beads, and looked at his teacher with some alarm. He shook his head vigorously, almost revealing a look of pity: “No, no, that's...”

He had seen Brando kill with his own eyes, a group of cults he had met on his journey, and the Count he knew, his teacher, was gentle and courteous on a weekday basis, as it is now, cold as a sheathed sword.

When he saw his teacher fighting, he was like a handyman who had thrown away all human feelings, and each sword had to take a life, as if it were cutting a stake in a training field. In the memory of the little prince, there is only one man who fights like him, Nimaise, but the knight is far less skilled at controlling his sword blade than his teacher, so that it can easily slit a man's throat and let rose red roam through snow-white metal.

Inhalation of the air into the open trachea rattled, the blood mixed with fragments sprayed from the neck uninterruptedly, and the corpse of the loss of life softly drowned on the ground, sounding like a heavy object falling down. Brando's eyes were as cold as they were now, like steel, a soldier's swordsmanship, and he told him that Haruze had fought a cold war in his heart.

He looked back at his sister - although it was different, more mature, more beautiful and more dignified than his impressions, it was his sister after all, and Haruze would never have mistaken it. He suddenly remembered what Brando had previously reminded him of, and his fears grew stronger, as if the vines were spreading quietly along the corner of the wall.

In any case, he would never want to see his sister die in the hands of his teacher.

Brando let Haruze grab his left hand.

He could feel the wandering anxiety in the little prince's heart, as if it were contagious, and his sword-shaking hand was already full of sweat, soaked in the grey wolf leather on the sword handle of the earth.

This is Viscount Cadell's dream, like a permanent sleep in the mouth of a witch, and only the master of the dream can decide when this long dream begins and ends. But, unfortunately, Viscount Cadell had long lost himself, and his world existed only in this imperfect misty world. To awaken him, it was necessary for him to recover the memories he had been fleeing.

The only way out of here is to wake up, but the owner of the dream has long lost himself, his world exists only in this imperfect misty world, and the only way to wake him up is to make up for it.

Do you want to complete his unfinished business?

The voice in his heart was almost howling to make him hurry up with his sword, and Viscount Cadell's remorse turned it into a monster filled with anger, remorse, envy and negative emotions for a long time, screaming like a corpse in Brando's heart.

“Kill her! ”

“Kill them! ”

“Don't regret it! ”

“Don't hesitate! ”

“Ah ah ah ah ah! ”

Brando put his hand on the handle of the sword, took it off and put it on again and again. He knew it was a dream, and the pale ghost in the dream would use his heart cleverly, and if he hesitated, he would be trapped forever in this fog-ridden dream.

But the other way around?

Brando is still stuck.

Princess Griffin in front of her is just a phantom, but the emotion in her heart is true, and here he swords at her, as if he swords at something in his heart that he has always sought to guard ——

Lost in dreams can lead to confusion and fragmentation.

“Don't go over there, Bestie!” Princess Griffin saw her ‘sister' grabbing Brando and hurried forward to drag her back. Then she pulled Haruze back one step and the two knights immediately protected them.

The eldest princess raised her head and looked cold at Brando: "Cadell, you know exactly who you are. You swore to tell me that you would abandon everything from the past, that you should know exactly what your uncle did, that I didn't even ask you to fight him, that you, as Bedice's fiancé, would keep her safe - but you disappointed me too much. ”

She came out with a letter and said in an icy tone: "Your true face has long been lost...”

“Sister, it's not like this..." Haruze tried to explain, but Brando glanced back at her cold eyes. The little prince still didn't realize this, in this dream, they were Cadell and Beddis.

Not Brando and Harooze.

The voice of the long princess had just fallen, and Brando suddenly heard a loud noise coming from above the palace, and then the whole hall was shaken up, and the floating walls swayed with dolic columns, as if experiencing a terrible earthquake.

The nobles in the lobby suddenly stood unstable, screaming and screaming, the scene suddenly became chaotic, the crowd crowded with the sound of tables and chairs crashing and broken windows trying to escape through the exits.

But the quiet corner of the hall contrasts sharply with its counterparts. Brando, Haruze, Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the knights, seemed completely unaffected by the rocking ground.

Brando looked at the nobles who had fallen out of the broken arch and window, and he knew that it was not an earthquake that Cadell had experienced, but a shake in his heart. I'm afraid the root cause of all this is the letter Princess Griffin had, and Viscount Cadell must have experienced this same scene and was impressed.

Her Royal Highness's words were like a sword stabbed into his heart.

Brandomer didn't say a word, and the voice in his heart screamed, "Come on, kill everyone! ”

But Brando pressed the handle of the sword and didn't pay attention to him.

And it was at this time that there was another scream outside the palace. He turned around and saw that the crowd that had just poured out had now fallen back. Countless soldiers in red and white two-coloured robes appeared outside the Palace of Kinteng. The soldiers were covered with armor and their heads were wrapped under metal masks. They carried swords and killed each other. Between the eyes, the Palace of Kinteng had become a river of blood.

“How could this happen!” The little prince stood behind Princess Griffin and saw this scene. Her face was so white, she couldn't help but scream: “Who are they? ”

“It's Grand Duke Anrek!” Princess Griffin took a gentle breath and looked up at Brando: “Grab Viscount Cadell before Grand Duke Alex arrives! ”

How could these soldiers be Grand Duke Anrek's men?

Neither the previous generation nor the present, the noble armies under Alec would never have worn red and white robes, especially in Brando's memory, which did not happen at all at that day's banquet. The bloody smell that has been haunting his nose seems to have become more intense as a result of the scene in front of him, and the smell of coke is gradually taking over his sense of smell.

Brando raised his head and saw the flames burning out of the ceiling, as if for a moment, the entire lobby had turned into a flaming sea.

This is the dream of Viscount Cadell, whose dreams of the day, now little by little, have been repaired by him and Haruze, and have been restored to their dreams.

By Princess Griffin, two knights were pouring at him, and Haruze rushed over to try to stop one of them, but the little princess barely tripped herself with her dress.

Brando pulled out the sword of the earth, and the blackened sword came out of its sheath, like a black light. But he felt that the sword was much heavier than the day of the week, because his strength was even less than 10% of the day of the week, almost like silver.

Fortunately, Brando also had long anticipated that the power in the dream was determined by the master of the dream, which means that he now represents the then Viscount Cadell. However, the power of silver is too much waste in the year when the Fairy of the Wind returns to glory.

No wonder Princess Griffin dared not hide her cold gaze when both knights jumped at the median level of gold. In any given era, the gap between the silver peak and the gold median could not be bridged, excluding, of course, geniuses from some geniuses.

Brando is not a genius, but he possesses wisdom and experience accumulated by tens of millions of people in the past, such as his swordsmanship. Although he can only fight his enemies with Viscount Qader's strength, that does not mean that he has lost all his advantage.

As soon as the two knights approached and had not yet done so, Brando's sword blade had preceded them. The dark steel blade cuts open the air, flashing a cold cold light on the side of the fire, instantly cutting into the field of view of the two.

The two knights showed astonishment and they didn't even see how Brando made the sword. Before the Second Jihad, Wind Elf's knight swordsmanship was defensive and equipped, because most of Dark Dragon's men were demons shaped by Dark Magic, and it was obviously an unpaid thing to trade these cheap cannon ashes for their lives, not to mention that the war was far less brutal than it was later.

So Brando's swordsmanship seemed insane to them, but this insane guy's swordsmanship was clearly far above them, and the two knights had to take a step back, but Brando had seized the opportunity with acumen.

He followed forward, sweeping one of the knights' elf swords, and when a crisp sound sounded, the top half of the sword broke directly, flipping out and plunging it into a table. When did the knight ever see such a barbaric act, dressed in armor, he backed away, and Brando persisted until another knight seized the opportunity behind him and stabbed him with a sword.

But Brando didn't even turn around, and the snowsilver elf sword pierced his body, like a phantom.

Instead of pausing at all, the phantom turned to sweep with a sword, and when it sounded, the elf knight's helmet suddenly flew high.

A face of Brando's very strange elf appears below.

But I'm sure Viscount Kader himself should be impressed.

“Nine weeks after the wind!?” Princess Griffin was slightly surprised: “Cadell, when did you...”

Princess Griffin would certainly not have known the wind for nine weeks, and Brando knew with a slight indulgence that this was Cadell's memory, which was not the surprise of the eldest princess, but the surprise of the guy. By this time, he had broken through the line of defense of two knights, stepped to the long princess and grabbed each other's wrists.

The eldest princess struggled slightly, but couldn't get away with it. She raised her head, biting her lips and staring at him coldly, almost flaming in her silver eyes: “Cadell... if you can do this, kill me immediately. ”

“If I kill you, Grand Duke Anrek will forever be guilty of assassination and treason, right?” Brando glanced at her and suddenly he seemed to understand a lot.

Princess Griffin almost shivered and looked up at him.

“Alex is a member of the Order of Return, Your Highness, and your plan falls within his grasp. He doesn't really care about the throne, he just wants to subvert the kingdom.” Brando replied softly.

He looked at Bedice and said, "Do you think there's your sister? ”

Her Royal Highness also took a look at Bedice beside herself. The divine color in her silver eyes is very complicated, but her tone has softened: “You killed me and let Bedice go, she really likes you...”

“No!” Brando cried in his heart when he heard that voice again: "She's lying to you. She's with her damned sister! ”

“This poor guy. ”

Brando had a sun in his heart, and he looked at the long princess, who instantly had the weakness he saw through, but instantly returned to calm. Then he looked at Haruze and looked at the soldiers, dressed in red and white robes, who were pouring into the hall.

Although he had never experienced this scene, it was similar to what he remembered. The nobles were already dead, but he did not know where they were. Although he knew it was in his dreams, Brando still had some worries in his heart.

“Sir, what are you talking about?” Haruze is a little confused.

Brando laughed at him, didn't answer, but at this moment, he had his mind settled.

… (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.)