The Amber Sword

When, when, and when, a rushing bell was sounded in the lion's palace, the monks of the shrine flocked out and stepped barefoot onto the marble of the cloud, onto the Iron Heart Square, over this lion's city, the clouds converged, and the rolling clouds were pressing from the sky.

As Brando had expected, the wave of magical tides shook everyone from the mechanical frontiers of the Hazers to the cloudy mountains of the Far East, from the Ten Cities to the sea of sparkle.

Everyone stopped the business at hand, looked up in surprise, a dark blue color, crossing the pitch-black sky, flashing as if it were dawn, piercing the cloud like a curved arc, crossing half the sky, and stabbing at the sky above his head.

The astrologers of Warnde as a whole were in awe at this moment, and the sea of magic was roaring wildly, and it was difficult for every saint who was hiding in the prayer room to pray to his god in piety to recover from the turmoil in his heart.

The clouds covered the light of the stars and moon, and darkness crossed mountains, plains, sparkling lakes and undulating forests. From west to east, the pillars of order lit up in every temple above Vaughn's vast earth.

Martha's Tiamat Law warns everyone of the advent of chaotic times.

Above the Iron Heart Square, the noble bishops looked up at the dramatic changes in the sky with an indescribable expression on their faces. Someone is whispering, but more people are already turning around.

“Go to the lobby, light the crystal of order, and announce to the other temples -”

The bright sound passed through the square, the first strand of rain fell from the sky, and the temperature had dropped suddenly between the eyes. Everyone turns around, and behind them, the bells in the city are ringing.

Across the ocean, dozens of cities floating in the sky are slowly flying in the clouds. In pitch darkness, lightning occasionally brightens those tall tower silver spikes.

In Ones, astrologers walk out of their white towers, dressed in white robes, and the archmages with rolls, even if they can't see, can still feel the change in world order.

Tiamat's enormous array of laws is being re-orbited.

The whole world is blowing.

Far away, deep in the clouds, the lightning occasionally drowns, like a winding flame that lights up the dark sea. Tragic white electric light passes through an exotic loft window, reflecting the shadow of a craftsmanship pattern on a thin, long cheek, and William holds a wizard's chess, as if he were still contemplating and pale on his face.

He sat on the throne of the Twelve Popes, and the throne behind him was like a stretched shadow, symbolizing the infinite extension of the apex of supreme knowledge back-to-back towards the vault in such an environment, filled with mysterious majesty.

The old magician was motionless, like a statue, and his deep gaze looked at the vaulted hall under the railing as if it were a heavenly dome. Deep eyes were like a sea of agitated magic at this moment, filled with endless mist. The Grand Master dressed in a silver robe continued through the empty corridor, through the thick curtain draped from the arch, through the lobby and under the gaze of 320 eyes.

They raised their heads, and over their heads, the members of Parliament of the Silver Alliance frowned as they shifted to sleepless sights.

There was no whispering, no turning ears, and there was an ominous smell in the air.

“Citizens of Buga, great wizards, salute knowledge, salute truth! ”

A voice shook in the lobby, echoed repeatedly, but yelled. The wizard dressed in a white robe held a sheepskin roll and raised his head like a lion to question everyone:

“Who today foresees all this and hides the truth? ”

“We ask for an answer. ”

“Is this the sign of the coming of 'destruction and newborns' on the prophecy, or is the Sea of Magic showing its anger once in decades? The margins of Tiamat have long overwhelmed the growing power of ferocity, and file scholars and silver candles will detect dramatic changes on every tiny sign on 1,400 nodes! ”

“But what about our senate? The senators are still sleeping, the eyes of the Revelator? And the scepters of the Ten Realms? ”

The magician waved his fist forcefully, as if it were a challenge: "Since the Battle of the Saints, the response of the Bukas of the Silver People has slowed down day by day, like those arrogant crawlers, this alliance is getting old, only a new spirit can revitalize it! ”

“Change is coming. Are we going to miss this opportunity again? Silver elves are now worldly, and according to that ancient language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and cleansing! ”

“I beg--”

“Commencement of arbitral proceedings -!” More voices shouted, buzzing in the lobby.

That twisted face seemed to have been deformed by excessive anger. The old man with silver hair shawls and charitable eyebrows retracted his gaze from the exaggerated face below. He looked at the conflicting members of parliament and couldn't help but throw the queen in his hand on the board boringly.

When the chessboard seemed to come alive, the black and white staggered lattices turned into a muddy swamp that trapped the bishop of William and slowly devoured him.

“Those guys are getting out of the weather, Isaac's apprentices and grandchildren.” The old man's face was filled with boring defilements, but if he did not speak, and did not sit on the throne of the Twelve Popes, and did not wear the purple robe with the distinct lightning mark, who would have guessed that such an old magician, who looked like an old man, would be Solomon the King of Knowledge, the head of the twelve wizard leaders of the Silver School?

In his most glorious years, his voice was the truth, his actions were the law, and he was the ultimate symbol of strength and knowledge above the earth. Man thinks he has become a god, but he is still Solomon, a people of silver, the man with the highest power on the pillars of Buga.

And in his lifetime, Solomon thought of himself only as a sorcerer.

“It sounds better than singing. Isn't that the guy's routine, haha. Let them go, Frost wants more influence on the world's processes. Well said, 'The more power, the more responsibility’, isn't that their usual slogan?” William had a smile on his face, and the pieces in his hand were moving: “Of course they weren't wrong, it was their responsibility. Leave it to them, just a bunch of youngsters ——”

The old magician knocked the chess pieces in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and chess pieces suddenly turned into a piece of silver liquid, which swayed on the table for a moment, seemingly scared of William, shaking for a moment, rapidly flowing off the table to the ground, escaping into the dark.

The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed: “But the elves are not vegetarian, we just need to take care of our own business. ”

But his eyebrows twisted together with the same phrase, with a chill in his old and wise eyes; and he lifted his mouth and seriously added: “But the enemy and his friends need to know that if some speculators think they can take the opportunity to hold the congregation, they will get what they deserve. The Alliance of Naitas was founded by wizards sworn by hand on the Book of Knowledge. Knowledge and power were never separated. The law, on the one hand, was designed to maintain order, but in the end, sanctions were imposed on the majority by a minority. No one could question its authority over the statutes of the Silver Alliance. ”

The old man with the silver-haired shawl was indifferent to the words, and he frowned and stared at the only pieces of chess left on the desktop - the lightning running through the clouds, showing his face two or three times, and the delicate wrinkles on his forehead - and finally Solomon picked up his snow-white eyebrows, raised his head, and said angrily, “No, you should lose the game, William. ”

“No, no way!” William raised his eyebrows innocently, as if he were a child, and denied it: "I still have some outside moves to make. ”

Solomon stared at his old buddy.

“Come on, old friend, look, playing chess is just a way for mortals to send time, we've wasted too much time on it. You and we are both past the age of controversy and victory, everything is orderly and confusing, but finally one. In some ways, the guys to whom all things belong are not wrong, but they do not understand that all things have a meaning. The process of the world is established. Any false change in hands will break the original balance. No mistake, no right, everything is in accordance with nature.” The old magician hurried to smile and split the subject.

“Humph," Solomon weakened to meet his old friend and stopped getting tangled on the subject: “But thanks to you and Tulaman, we discovered the magic sea movement in the rings of the wind in time, otherwise we really have to catch the grip on those guys this time. The Senate is not shaken, but it is inevitably embarrassing - there are imperfections in the Tiamat rule, where mortals count on Martha, and we inevitably count on ourselves. ”

But he looked up, and he said, "But what I really want to ask is, what exactly is the fortress owner going to do now? ”

“Tullaman?” William suddenly appeared in his mind as a young man: “He remained in Eruin, and you know that human emotion is a wonderful thing, the land, the country, the love and the friendship, that Tullaman's life in the mortal world has changed him more or less, and he's probably going to pull that little country over. ”

William said, turning around, just as a thunderstorm fell, a lightning flame appeared in his eyes.

“It's not easy, old man. Even the people of silver have feelings, but they are not so exposed.” Solomon's hands crossed and replied, "But your motive should not be so simple. Have you found anything besides the Tianqing gun? ”

“It's not a discovery, discovery is a very serious word. It should be said that by chance I met an interesting little guy who reminded me of a late man, ah —— you're right, the Silver People have feelings.” William smiled slightly: “When I passed Eruin in the early years, I met the late man, and unfortunately human life was too short. ”

“Yeah, whether it's a lion-like ambition, or a firm and enduring belief like a white oak tree, but in the human world it will eventually get forgotten over time. Only the law is different, because what depends on emotion is fragile, only the truth is consistent.” Solomon replied softly, but with the pride peculiar to the people of silver.

“Kind of fits your style, but we have to be emotionally influenced, just like I asked you to do. Better not let the radicals win too much support while I'm gone, I doubt there will be a war, but the Bukas and the Silver Elves are not ready yet. ”

Solomon did not answer, but simply put away the pieces on the table, even if William stood up with him.

William stretched his hand straight out of the window in a storm and lightning bolt and the staff immediately flew steadily from the corner of the wall into his hand.

Solomon asked, “Not yet. Where are you going, preferably at this time? ”

The old magician pulled up his hat and the shadow of the wizard's hat covered his face, revealing only the following long silver beard: “I feel that a point shift occurred at a monitoring node, and if I guess correctly, something funny might happen. ”

“Ah, I see. ”

Solomon frowned.

The following speech is going through the most intense moments, but unfortunately the hearts and minds of those who listen are not there.

……

Dark clouds are pervasive in the sky, and it has been raining heavily from the Grey White Bay area to Rochar Avenue, which the Rochars took into account when they built the city, building a perfect drainage facility on both sides of the avenue. Rain clouds come from the Sea of Eternal Death every summer, blocked by the Dropping Cloud Mountains, converge into rain water, slowly descending. But the rains were particularly abundant during the year, when mountain floods had already destroyed many bridges, and a row of knights rushed out of the rain screen and struggled on muddy paths in the mountains.

In the rain, men and horses were dressed in blue and sky. The crest on the robe is the Hydra pattern behind the wind, and the knights are mostly wearing elf-style armor, as evidenced by the pointy ears and light blue long hair underneath the pointed helmet.

“Lord Marquis, just ahead.” A loud voice shouted, but it was almost covered by loud rain.

“Did any of you see what that was?” The only tall elf in the team turned around on the horse's back and the elf chained armor sounded loud, but he didn't pay attention to the details, asking only in serious terms; his armor style was extraordinarily sophisticated, and the pale green magic seemed to flow through the texture of the armor surface, keeping the rain out of it.

The tall elf turned around and looked at his followers. He looked serene, but handsome, with anxiety and anxiety in his sky-blue eyes.

“A fireball, my lord, that's Sarah's tear. ”

The knights stood in the rain, face to face, and they didn't know what the adult from the central province was worried about. Isn't that the meteorite? Only a few witches would consider meteorites and meteors to be the tears of giant dragons in the sky as an unknown sign.

However, most crystallized meteorites come from the Sea of Magic, and burning meteorites pass through forests, sometimes causing volcanic fires, but the meteorites themselves contain a great deal of magic crystals, a tremendous asset, and each knight's heart is in heat.

But the tall elves did not answer, and the world watched the end of these branches, but few noticed that Sarah's tears had actually increased since the years of flowering and summer leaves.

In Rochar alone, there have been more than thirty sightings.

He remembers the data on the file, the numbers pointless in the eyes of an ordinary man, but in the eyes of someone like him, it was like a sharp blade inserted on a map, flashing a deterrent light.

Tiamat's laws are weakening.

But how is that possible?

Marquis Stoffer turned around and stared at the magical tide of clouds rising from the sky. The blue sky looked like an arc reflected in his eyelids, but the light appeared a little deep. He was surrounded by knights who had no idea who he really was. The countrymen thought that nobles from central status like him were greedy to live and fear death, but did not know that he was the knight of the Night Song in the Temple of the Wind, which was ridiculous.

The borders of St. Osor have become increasingly unstable, and unfortunately most of the nobles of the Spirit Ting still insist that it is nothing more than a disturbance of the dead, but Madarana has the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.

He had a feeling that things weren't that simple.

The seven-month report clearly indicates that the number of monsters on the border is increasing and, to be precise, that they are breeding at an alarming rate. Lords from all over reported dozens of attacks, but were deliberately concealed by dudes who were too peaceful under the powder.

These tricks are hidden from the Pokémon, but not from the Temple's secret knights. More than once, the Sacrificers have mentioned that the Great Tide may be just a sign, and he, like King Chargriffin of Heavenly Summer, doubts another possibility.

“Hopefully, the good news will come back from Fanzan. The Temple of Fire is really getting more and more depraved and falling into a small pool of Eruin mud. ”

Stoffer concealed these thoughts in silence, and he glanced at his temporary followers with an uninspiring look on their faces, turning around and pulling out their swords, blades shining brightly in the rain: “Watch out for the ghosts in the forest, we move on. ”

The knights answered their vows and turned around.

But only the Marquis Stoffer always has a shadow in his heart. He looked up ahead, and the forest of the black hole was like a giant mouth that devoured everything.

In the rain, he fought a cold war alive.

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(PS: It should be clear in the group today that I'm out at someone else's wedding, hey, I knew I wouldn't go. When I got back to the start code, it messed up my time, but it felt good. It could have been a yardstick. I looked at the time, but it's okay. I'm adjusting my interval time now, trying to get regular code words and updates later. That's it for today. Tomorrow I'll put up a 10,000-word chapter by 5: 00.) (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.)