The Amber Sword

“Trouble? ”

Veronica tightened her skinny fur coat, revealing the women's regiment's crisp curves underneath, the same light brown base as Cruz's winter uniform - the same tone as Cruz's famous brown rock. She walked up to Brando, passing him, lifted the felt, and looked out with vigilance - the cold wind whirring, causing everyone in the tent to have a cold war. The lady dropped the felt and turned around and said seriously: "What I'm going to tell you is you can only listen with your ears and keep your mouth shut. Everyone is. ”

“There are 300 soldiers in this camp, but from today onwards the food reserves will only be enough to last until next week. ”

Brando suddenly understood why Veronica was so solemn, and if the news was to spread, he was afraid it would cause disturbances. Again, Veronica brings an army that is the elite of the Krutz, and if it is an aristocratic militia, it is not necessary to provoke a riot. The Krutz tactically call a base reserve sufficient to sustain an army for a week, and normally the participating army consumes two basic units of food a week, with relatively few stationed, and a military reserve of less than four basic units means that an army that can still fight must consider whether to withdraw. Less than two units, that is a situation that requires dilemma. Less than one unit of the army has not yet rioted, either because the commander has pressed the news too well, or because the army is elite, or both.

Veronica, however, had participated in the last jihad and was a long-time general of the Cruz people, and with the title of Goddess of War, she would never make a minor mistake on such issues. But Brando seemed to have immediately guessed why the Cruz were facing the current predicament, and he asked somewhat suddenly: "Is your food missing in part? ”

“How do you know!?” Veronica turned back sharply and her frowns swelled apart, but she immediately rebounded. “Do you know anything, Brando?” She asked with suspicion.

“Don't you know what life is like in this snowy field? Didn't I tell Aloz to warn you?” Brando was equally puzzled.

This snowfield is the nest of that bloody frosty dragon, and this kid is a famous food eater, and he's timid, stealing traveler's food, and he's been in the woods and on the banks of Lake Valentine for years, skilled in business, and it's easy for the average person to win if he doesn't pay attention. Except, of course, for mastery of the line. The Frost Dragon itself is also a smothering stick, a good player in the black knife, in short, it will never face you.

If there are any insidious and despicable adjectives, they must be designed for it.

“Aloz?” Veronica thought about the little girl accompanying Mayfist, who looked like a doll, but the only impression she had was that she probably smelled a little face all day, and she didn't understand how Brando would let a little girl send such an important message to herself: "She? ”

When Brando saw Veronica's face, he knew what Aloz had done. No, she might have forgotten. “That guy...” He suddenly realized that he had made a mistake and that he should have let someone more reliable, like Antina, come a long time ago.

Brando had to repeat the rumor about the dragon on Lakeside Avenue.

Veronica walked back to her position, looked at a paper map of sheepskin, and threw the rabbit fur on her hand onto the table - which was actually stacked in several boxes. “You mean the young dragon who stole our food? But that was nearly two months of rations for 300 people, three whole carriages. ”

“The Dragons will always have some mysterious spells, and if it intentionally hides its tracks, it's not difficult not to be discovered by you.” Brando is helpless, too, and if a dragon wants to steal from you, it's really hard to do.

“It's amazing how dragons talk about their noble spells for theft, which… is a little different from what I see in the book.” A girl in white in the corner suddenly opened her mouth and Brando noticed her all morning. The girl had a lovely doll face with a white scholar's hat on her head, eyes blue as sea water, a robe with two blood-red crosses on her shawl, a pair of grey squirrel leather gloves, a thick book with a small brass cross at the bottom of the bookmark clipped to the book page.

“I'm sorry, I'm not questioning your words, I'm just curious ——” the girl explained with a quick smile when she saw Brando's eyes sweep in.

“Who is this?” Brando reads some elements of self-confidence from each other's clear and transparent eyes, and it is clear that the young girl is not good at masking her thoughts and, while trying to be approachable, still gives the Eruins present a sense of being treated as savages.

This is typical of the Cruz aristocracy, but the sense of superiority has not yet become arrogant and must be the first child to leave home.

“Poetry, a descendant of the Marquis of Thurn, is now studying in St. Eboson. She's a smart kid, talented, Brando, and you're gonna love her. Wizards of the Secret Silver Society also saw her gift and hoped that she could enter the White Tower for further training.” Veronica did not denounce the girl's intercession, but looked at each other with comfort and did not conceal her love.

“St. Eboson College? The Bukas?” Brando's ability to be seen by the people of silver in his heart is truly a gift and, of course, enough luck. He asked, "Marquis Tourne? Was it the conqueror Toon who crossed the sea on the tap? ”

“Exactly the ancestors.” The young girl had a slight glimmer in her eyes, and it was almost unexpected that some of the Eruins would be able to share their family history, especially the legend of her ancestors' conquest of the Shaverian area, which she had always dreamed of and was a family pride.

“This is an uncultivated area, isn't it?” When Brando saw the poet's eyes, he knew what she was thinking. He looked at each other's costumes, and the cross on white was the typical Blood Cross crest - a prestigious academic organization in Cruz, somewhat similar to the Royal Institute of Geography in Eruin, although Blood Cross would not have such a young member, presumably a prestigious apprentice.

“So who is this?” Brando looked to the corner of the tent and he had long noticed that the man, who had not spoken in silence, was wearing a mink stitched coat, underneath which was a lump, but there was no family crest on the silver clear breastplate and only a hawk crest, a costume that looked somewhat like a mercenary, except for the new deerskin boots under plaid trousers and the gemstone on the blade handle to prove his identity.

This is a quiet man who, as soon as Brando walked into the tent, saw him standing behind Veronica with a poet, but unlike another scholar teenager, who had never spoken, measured them in the dark with sharp eyes, and whose silence made Brando feel an oligarchy character of a soldier.

But until this moment...

“Leonarette Aurelius.” Before Veronica spoke, the young man answered loudly in a chilling tone, as if he could be proud of the name. When he had answered, he closed his mouth and restored his previous silence.

So it's you! When Brando heard the name, he thought he could be proud of it, because it used to belong to a man like a famous eagle, and the word associated with it was empire and supreme power - His Majesty the Emperor.

But Brando inevitably remembers Laurena and Phyllis weirdly at this moment, for no reason whatsoever, because the other side is the grandson of Grand Todi, the bitter man who was recklessly killed in the Phyllis dream.

And His Majesty the future Emperor.

Brando didn't expect future legends to appear in front of him, and he was so young, he couldn't help but look at each other. Like noticing his divine color, Veronica had a funny smile on her face: "Now you don't have to introduce me, little guy. ”

Brando laughed so hard, of course not. The Cruz aristocracy had an ancient lesson in sending their sons out to practice, but that tradition was long gone by most families, because of assassinations and accidents, too many good offspring died in the experience, but the Cruz royal family was very courageous.

“The dragons are high in the eyes of our mortals, but there are also many strange habits, as if they had a near-paranoid greed for wealth, and as far as I know, this time we are facing a timid young dragon. It chooses to sneak around, not because of the dragon's nature, but because of his personality.” That's what Brando continues to say.

“Are you a cowardly dragon? Interesting. The teacher is right. You can only see this messy world by walking out the door.” The poet heard some amazing admiration.

“Don't underestimate it because you're timid, but dragons are terrible opponents anyway. Even if it's just a young dragon, even the cowardly ones dare to pinch the ants easily.” Brando warned.

“Exactly.” The poet nodded politely at him.

“This guy...” Brando was a little speechless.

Veronica heard what he was saying and squeezed her eyes and said, "Brando, listen to you. Can you find it? ”

“I don't have the skills to track dragons. It's Esotuc's Elf Dragon Hunter job, but I happen to know where it's hiding.” Brando smiled a little.

“Do you know where it's hiding?” Veronica's blue eyes lit up and she turned around and couldn't help but praise: “You didn't disappoint me, little guy, as if nothing was going to bother you? ”

“You're a false compliment, and I'm just lucky. Remember, I have good relations with the Grand Duke of Lantoniland, and the Duke of Vieiro does not exclude my alliance, they are the owners of this place, this young dragon has lived here for a short time, and the locals cannot know anything about it.” Brando replied humbly.

But Veronica seemed really upset by this, and she still looked at Brando with admiration: “Brando, you make me regret it —— I mean, at your age, hey, it would be great if you would join the Cruz Empire. ”

“Don't I stand with the Legion Leader now?” Brando was a little overwhelmed by the corps leader's hospitality, but he could not have chosen to become a Cruz nobleman in any case, and he smiled slightly and cleverly diverted the subject.

“Humph.” Veronica groaned softly, dissatisfied with Brando's sweeping answer, and she picked up the map on the table, shaking the dust on it, and asked: "Where is the dragon? Looks like we need to catch it before it uses all of our food on the belly. ”

“Master Legion, are you going to leave now?” But Brando seemed calm compared to Veronica's wind and fire.

“Hmm?” Veronica looked back at him inexplicably: "Of course, we can't hold off any longer, and I don't even know how long this thing will last. I've ordered a reduction in food rations, but it's only a quick fix, and sooner or later someone will guess. ”

She suddenly stopped and said, "Brando, do you have any other ideas? ”

Brando nodded: "Actually, I have a message for you. ”

“News? Good or bad? Let me know if it's good news. If it's bad news, forget it, there's enough bad news, just let it go.” Veronica stunned and took out the captain's arbitrary answer, walking behind the table and removing her sword from the shelf.

Brando looked at the woman a little helplessly: "Before we got here, we found the trail of Alec. ”

Veronica's hand was stuck for a moment. She clicked down her sword and turned around, her green eyes gleaming slightly, looking at Brando strangely and asking, "Are you here today to bring me the gospel, little man? ”

“Looks like the Temple of Fire is already a mess for this bunch of portal pieces.” Brando looked at her and said to herself.

“You guys... they, no, of course we're in a hurry, do you know how much face the Empire lost this time? Don't be too proud, someone will come to you to settle the bill.” Veronica saw Brando smiling and knew what he was thinking.

Brando looked at the other two, Leonard was silent, unaffected by his words with Veronica, and sat there like a sculpture; while the poet looked at him with curiosity with his hands, in Cruz, Brando was now a familiar figure.

Since the last jihad, have the Cruz ever had a defeat?

“Come on, what the hell is going on?” Veronica asked.

Brando told the story of the Hunter Girl again, and when he heard what happened to Paia, Veronica did not show much sympathy on her face, but said coldly: "Alec, this is a suicidal path. ”

In the end, she turned around and asked carefully: "You said the girl had followed her all the way to the neighborhood, that is, her brother was still alive, and left a mark all the way to tell you that Alex had been through this area.” She shows confusion: “But what's the connection between the two? Are you trying to say that Alex is also marching towards that young dragon's lair? ”

“Exactly, Lord Veronica, there's one thing I didn't tell you before I came to avoid leaking information.” Brando replied: "You already know that Anrek came for the heart of the dragon, but you don't know that the heart of the dragon is in the glacier of despair, guarded by that young dragon. ”

Veronica snapped halfway.

“So what's your conspiracy, right?” She stared at Brando and asked.

What a conspiracy! But Brando nodded, "Neither an adult dragon nor a young dragon can handle it so well, and Alec didn't necessarily dare to say he was steady, so I suspected they'd go somewhere first. ”

“Where? ”

“Temple of the Hibernate. ”

Veronica heard the name, like being pinched, and the green eyes in her squeezed eyes were dangerously shining: “I've heard of this place, you're not going to tell me those ‘things' are alive? ”

Of course he's alive.

Ashes, the head wolf, was only temporarily sealed and plunged into the sleep of the demigod, let alone her children. At dusk the wolves chased the father of the giant, Milos the weaver, and after a great war, the gods of the frost giant fell here, and the blood of Esis flowed over the snow fields, from which the filthy creatures were born, and the dark sons were later sealed, but still slept in the temple of the hibernate.

Absolutely nothing can be done about a young dragon. His only chance is to release the children of Esis, and Brando almost immediately guessed the Duke's thoughts.

But the other party must not know what he is about to unleash. It is not the bloody branches of the wolf disaster, but the true pureblood demon wolf, the true chaotic creature, born in the blood of Esis.

Opening the Temple of the Hibernate also opens the way to the most central team copy of the Dyed Forest Maze.

Fortunately, however, Brando knew it was a time-bound seal, and unless it was opened from the inside, Alec was doomed to disappoint. But he has an idea that not only will Alex return empty-handed, but he will also eat a great deal.

The idea of conspiracy does not seem entirely unreliable.

Veronica knew that the young man was full of bamboo when she saw him, but not when she was discussing the action plan, she chose to trust each other, but she said, "Looks like you've figured out what to do, but I have one more question.”

“Hmm?”

“What exactly is the heart of a dragon in your mouth? I thought it was the heart of a dragon. ”

“Well...” Brando was a little innocent: “I don't know. ”

“What!?” Veronica immediately revealed herself to kill.

“Lord Veronica, you know," Brando looked at the great book in the poet's hand: "Much of the knowledge of a wizard comes from the book, and you rarely know what it is until you really see it. You don't think my experience has enriched everything, do you? ”

“Humph, cunning answer.” Veronica glanced at him: "Don't think I don't know what you're hiding from me, just go and get some rest and wait for me to get the others together. ”

Brando was caught in a cold sweat by the Legion Commander, and he didn't expect Veronica to actually see him lying. It's just that he didn't panic about the history of the Dragon's Heart, he just didn't tell the Legion Leader that he knew it all, not from a book, but from a game with the same name as the world.

That's something you can't explain, isn't it?

Brando did not intend to get involved with the issue, but simply landed a gift to the female Legion Leader and turned around, ready to take the others away.

But it didn't occur to me that the poem in the back followed closely, and before Brando lifted the felt of the tent, he shouted, "Mr. Brando. ”

Brando turns around.

“What, just curious. Mr. Brando, you're the most learned Eruin I've ever met. Do you really know how dragon people live?” The poet whispered curiously.

But Brando always felt that his innocent eyes had some suspicion in them.

“No, I don't know.” He simply shook his head, and there were things you could never make clear to this preconceived, unexpected little girl, especially if she was a stubborn scholar, a female scholar: "I was just hearing, too, and I heard that dragons were particularly fond of human girls and would plunder beautiful girls back into their nests —— you know? ”

The poet glared at Brando, her blue eyes were like sapphires. She looked at Brando with bright crystalline eyes, “Mr. Brando, you are such a joke, I have never heard of these...”

“Very clever.” Brando thought.

The girl hesitated for a moment before she asked, "Mr. Brando, I hear you're the descendant of a highland knight? I heard that the Cartiers maintained their tradition of marrying stepmother and daughter-in-law, and that when you died, your souls were not purified in the flames, but rather gathered their bones, put them in jars, and buried them on both sides of the road? Is this all true? ”

Brando looked at the guy strangely and stunned for a moment before answering, “Yes, not only that, but we also retain the habit of rubbing our hair and drinking blood, not to mention killing with a knife. Women can have a lot of men, men can have a lot of women, what do you say, are you scared? ”

The poet stared at Brando with all her eyes full of incredible colors.

“I'm sorry,” Brando looked at him, adding: "Everything I said was a lie to you--”

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