The Amber Sword

History is still reflected in the sparkling night sky of the stars, those brilliant new stars, legends are the heroes of the past, who look over the heavens above the earth and look at the world today with the eyes of history. The wind over the pine forest has not stopped for a moment, but is not fierce, gently wiggling the needle with an invisible hand, making it shake neatly and sandy.

It's like a dream about the past of this forest.

The edges of the world collapse with dreams, surrounded by endless mist, but only this tiny little heaven and earth in a void - the wind of the mountains through the forest, on the meadows, in the carriage, the assassinated elf girl, together with Brando's travelers, make up this still picture.

The moonlight crosses the mountains, time flows quietly with the stars like rivers, the moon is like a hook, and the west rises and falls east.

For all of us, this is the end of the dream, but it's not a line; Brando looks up at the whole forest, and he looks through the overlapping trunks, and he lands on the dark carriage, and he shouts, “Cadell, I know you're here, come out, let me see your trick. ”

A moment of silence, silence and smell of needles--

A pale figure appeared in the carriage, shaking slightly, like a ghost, fluorescent, like a white phosphorous flame. He was wearing a penciled noble costume with a elf sword on his waist, but without a face, flattened like a slate with only a pair of sparkling eyes on his face.

Without mouth, you can't communicate. Minor people speak of language as a bridge between people, but the anonymous have long fled into their dreams and are lost forever, so they no longer need it in their ears except with their eyes to ‘doubt'.

The pale ghost appeared at the door of the carriage, staring silently at Brando, who did not speak, and Brando did not speak.

As if for a long time, the ghost slowly said, "Why are you challenging me? ”

Though it doesn't have a mouth, it sounds like it echoes through the forest, like thunder, rolling from the sky. Haruze's pale face shrunk behind his sister's back, but the princess walked unnoticed, and they looked at the direction of Brando's conversation as if nothing existed there.

“You should understand what you are supposed to do, and what you are trying to protect here is just an illusion that doesn't exist, and you should go back to the world that belongs to you, not waste time here. Otherwise you will be obsessed with dreamy dreams and never wake up.” Viscount Cadell said slowly. “But you came here to show me your weak choices, your choices to stay here forever and sink into the illusions of the past? ”

Couldn't threaten, so you came to "follow the good lead"? Brando grinned, pulling out his sword, pointing to this pale shadow: "What is weaker than weakness? You are nothing but a crippled personality, and anger and jealousy have long annihilated your mind. In the long experience of wandering in the forest, paranoia has already devoured your humanity. How can you understand what is salvation? ”

He took a breath, revealing his snowy teeth, and replied, "What you forgot is not just your reputation, you forgot something more important, it's long lost behind you. Viscount Cadell, the origin of all that, the source of remorse, is hidden under the scars of serious injury, but I will also find it for you--”

“The reason people learn to cry is to protect the pain, and you've forgotten it. Because you can't call it human anymore. ”

The sword of the earth is as dark as a dream, pointing straight ahead, pointing straight at the chest of a pale shadow, but also like a dividing line in the forest, separating this side from the world over there.

The ghost's face revealed an angry divine colour.

The next moment, deep in the silver eyes of Haruze, the flame burned from the carriage behind Viscount Cadell, the flame spread behind Viscount Cadell, turning the forest into a flaming sea. Viscount Cadell's eyes sparkled and he waved indifferently, making a squeaky noise: "Okay, I'll see how hard you can talk to--”

“In your heart, insistence is nothing but fragile. ”

“The human heart is illusory. ”

The pale ghost stretched out his left hand, and his fingers turned into sharp claws, and suddenly a mouth was split open on his face, which was like a mouth, making a silent mockery of everyone.

Then the sea of fire covered the entire forest, in the light, the fog rose, and the surrounding landscape changed again. Brando felt that there was still a flame of stripping and burning around him, but he looked around and the pine forest was long gone, with a straight corridor in view, with large floor-to-ceiling arches and windows on one side of the corridor, with estates and palaces stretching ups and downs all the way to the bright lights in the distance.

But this brilliant pearl on the plain was covered with dust at this moment, and the whole city was burning with bears and lights, and Brando and the little prince beside him saw the flames spreading along the palace until they burned beneath their feet, and all they could see was the sea of fire.

The glass of the vaulted windows broke apart at high temperatures and then infiltrated countless skeleton soldiers from the outside. The skeletons swayed with a long sword of underwater steel, phosphorus or light or dark in their eyes, surrounded them in this direction.

On top of those pitch-black swords, the black rose of Brahmandu's wrath was so dazzling, it was like a spike that stabbed Brando's pupils in a tight circle.

What a familiar scene, the dead sprang up in the sea of fire, the palaces burned, the city pools collapsed, the army of the dead swept past the earth, all but scorched earth.

Eruin's glowing flag finally turned to ashes on this night. It was the last night on, the sad song in the heart of the Eruin player, reproduced in his memory.

The last battle of Menstros...

Viscount Cadell's shrill echoed in the middle of the sky, only with jealousy in his laughter: "Do you think choosing is that simple? But reality will always force you, and you will face despair, life or death, and you will choose one. What can mortals be in front of the power of destiny? ”

But Brando ignored him at all, and he felt his strength, or only the silver peak. He immediately turned around and said to Haruze, "Take your sister back inside the Palace of Kinteng and find a way to reach Fort Blanc from there, where you should know there is a secret passage to the underground river. ”

“But you, sir?” Haruze's hand was held tight by Princess Griffin, who raised his head with some apprehension and asked.

“Of course I'm retreating with you. What are you thinking?” Brando didn't have the guts to say, "But I have to deal with these bone skeletons. Don't you ever tell me to keep pulling your sister? ”

Princess Griffin slipped slightly, noticing that Brando had been grabbing her wrist and hurrying her red face to free her hands. “I know that secret passage, that secret passage, under the bed of the room where the queen lived, you come with me.” She replied calmly.

Haruze threw up his tongue and busily covered his sister's back in the corridor behind Brando. Brando turned around, and the bone skeleton was slow, but he also came close, and he knew that it would never end with these low-order dead creatures. He looked up at the structure of the corridor, raised his sword to the left and right, cut off a row of columns on both sides of the corridor, lost the supporting corridor, and suddenly collapsed, pressing all those shaking dead spirits down.

With two or three leaking fish left, Brando kicked them back into the ruins one foot at a time, then put up his sword and turned around and ran.

The Palace of Kinteng has been completely engulfed in the flames, but at least almost everything he remembers has happened. The corridor leading up to the inner courtyard uses a great deal of stone buildings, so it is well preserved in the flames. They cross this road to Fort Blanc for not long, and the outline of that Kruz-style castle in the night has become obscure.

The first owner of the White Roseburg, which was built a year before the Golden Hoop, was actually a Krutz, but was later assigned to the first monarchs and his subjects along with the land. After the year of revelation, the castle was destroyed by a fire and later rebuilt with the Palazzo Quinten, and what Brando now sees is this rebuilt castle.

The castle is the last fortress of the Menstros Palace and the last fortress to be defeated in the Third Black Rose War.

“The castle's suspension bridge must have been pulled up and now it's only possible to walk through the back door from the kitchen.” Her Royal Highness cautioned as she ran.

Brando nodded, almost as he had expected, and there was no way out of the kitchen, but there was a way to get out of the Kinteng Palace as soon as he entered the inner city. But he didn't think much about going there after he left the inner city.

Now is the time to be lonely.

They had just rushed into the little woods in the courtyard in front of the castle, and suddenly they killed a group of black knights in front of them, and Brando saw those knights covered in armor, blue phosphorous under the steel mask, and couldn't help but jump at their eyebrows.

Black Knight.

His heart almost groaned, and these should be the elite knights of gold in Madara's Undead Army in this age. If he still had the strength to deal with them, it would be easy, but now, to break through their lines of defence, it would undoubtedly be a battle between life and death.

Because of Viscount Cadell's manipulation, the Black Knights also almost immediately discovered the trail of the princess, turning to the sitting carcass horse to kill this way, rushing forward and raising the dark knife in their hands. (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.)