The Amber Sword

Ice and snow are like the tip of a knife, glittering and frozen into the bone. The woods on both sides of the glacier are transformed into ice crystals, and cold forests are erected, with cold winds passing through the woodlands and subtle sounds of respiratory fluctuations. Freya crossed hands, staring at a white glacier below, sparse black dots scattered on the glacier, the team of about hundreds of people were walking hard, this scene in her field of view was hidden, occasionally covered by wind and snow, the future martial arts goddess frowned, her eyebrows were full of snowflakes, she wore a thick cloak, the cloak almost completely covered the fur armor below, looked like a hunter hidden in the mountain forest.

The field of view extended outwards, with hundreds of soldiers dressed in the same silver vegetarian cloak hidden in the bushes, motionless and seemingly nearly the same color as the snow heap. Nimaisie took a look at the time and the pocket watch was frozen at low temperatures and almost chilled, but the hands were not different and she handed the pocket watch to Freya. “That's them?” “That's them.” Freya nodded her head, and now she sees almost exactly what Brando and he said, and there shouldn't be a third force here.

“Luckily, their half-tempered lord guessed it.” Not far behind Freya, a few Cruz aristocrats squatted together and whispered. Under the white cloak was a blonde young man with a pale face, as if he were excessively lustful, but at the age of 21 or 2, the crest on his collar proved that he was an official knight elder, and his face was cluttered and he did not think he would say so to the god of the show, then caused a low laugh. "But it's incredible that Lord Veronica actually listened to the guy and gave the little girl full command. ”

Others shrugged their shoulders. “Look, she has no idea how to direct, how to strike at this distance, this is glacial terrain, not hills or plains.” The blonde shook his head.

“Brad, I heard they were cadets graduating from the Royal Knight's College in Eluin. ”

“So that's it.” Brad picked his eyebrows, a distance consistent with the code, but Eruin's soldiers must lack experience in fighting in the snow fields, and tactics should be tailored to local circumstances. In his view, this woman is rigid dogmatism.

“Waiting for the show.” He glanced over there, and they were good soldiers, but he couldn't resist, but he decided that the other party would fail, and he couldn't help but look in that direction. “Let's get everybody ready, they might find us first, but it's just some Eru who's an aristocratic militia, a turkey dog. That dirt pack lord made some sense. It's probably just a cannonball squad down there, and we shouldn't be in any trouble. ”

“He probably wants to exercise his commander, which is to make us unlucky.” Behind Brad, an individual picked tall, but with a slightly thin cheek, the knight judged.

“He also made us disguise ourselves as dragons, whoo-hoo -” a man twisted, put his hands to his cheeks, imitated the dragon roar, “hahaha...” causing a low laugh around.

Lower laughter finally caught Freya's attention, she took a gentle breath and looked back somewhat dissatisfied, but frowned back. “Leave them alone.” Nimmasis glanced at her and cautioned. “I know." Freya nodded, the first battle she really commanded, and she would never be careless. She raised her head, her pale brown eyes through the snowstorm, reflecting once again the trail of the aristocratic militiamen, and remembered Brando asking her questions.

……

“Please stop laughing, Commander.” The poet looked very embarrassed with his little red face in the snow and wind. “I'm sorry, poet, but you really shouldn't think of the Eruins as savages... heh, heh..." Veronica squeezed her eyes, but she couldn't help but see an arc in the corner of her mouth. When she saw the schoolgirl turn around with some embarrassment, she exclaimed: "Their ancestor, King Acme, is also a nobleman of our Cruz people. In fact, the Eruins and the Cruz people have always had the same roots, but they also have their own culture. You follow those guys in the emperor, … what you learn is really biased. ”

“So only by walking out the door can we see the real world.” The poet stood in a pure snowflake, looking in Brando's direction: “Count, is he angry? ”

“No, he's not that mean. Let's go over there and see if he's the only one who'll recognize that thing.” Veronica replied, pressing the fur wrapped around her neck, holding the handle of a sword with one hand, creaking past.

“Not even you, Commander?” The poet was a little surprised.

“Without curiosity, the little guy was a stranger, and he said he'd learned this stuff from the Black Tower Wizard file, and, um, I talked to William, and it seemed that there was some knowledge he didn't even understand. This little guy must have some secrets.” Veronica replied.

The scholar lady listened slightly and couldn't help but look in that direction.

Brando creaked across a thick glacier, and he raised his head and saw the distance as if it stood in the corner of the sky - something that naturally attracted attention, as if it were the corner of a huge assembly, dark as ink, inclined into the glacier, revealing only a tiny fraction. The whole corner is a metallic glow, the surface of the metal is filled with a light blue texture, sparkling, the regular geometry drapes from the top of the corner and densely over the ‘body’ of the ‘thing'; in the distance, it is more like a temple trapped in the ground, but closer, Brando feels a very familiar feeling, a bit like the Hazel creation, full of fabric and industrialization.

He looked up and could almost imagine that thing flying over the place. It fell from halfway through the air, impacted the ground, instantly bursting with energy tearing the earth apart, leaving deep traces on the ground, and then 'it' slipped away until it lost all its kinetic energy before slowly stopping, followed by a millennium of ice seal until it was rediscovered today. He slowly walked through the valleys of the same trench that had been formed in the crash thousands of years earlier, where Milos, the father of the Frost Titans, was buried, as testified by Manvei Ice and Snow.

He's a little freaked--

“Mr. Brando?” Until a voice rang behind him, he turned around and saw a serious poem: “Do you know what this is? ”

She looked up and looked at the great creation with some amazement.

“You mean that thing?” Brando was a little distracted, and he looked at the distant sky as if it were a black square inserted directly into the cloud, and his mind wasn't actually on it. This is not something important, this view can be seen in many parts of the glacier, it's like a background for the player, it doesn't mean much. But it was very powerful, and Brando looked up at the black pole: "That's the remains of Milos. ”

“What!? ”

Poetry stopped, and she stopped: "Is that the remains of God?” Inevitably, the scholar lady revealed her skepticism - she knew her beauty very well, and some people often disguised themselves as knowledgeable in order to get close to her, and she knew at the academy that there were many legendary stories she had heard that were actually fabricated. She now feels the same way about the Count, because she feels that the other person can't seem to be a scholar, and even scholars don't necessarily dare to say such things.

She looked at the tremendous relic and could not accept such an explanation.

“You think I'm lying?” Brando turned around, looked at her, and it was kind of funny - at least the scholar lady kept making him feel interesting.

“No...” the poet shook his head quickly: "But as an academic, you must be responsible for what you say. Have you really confirmed your words, Lord? ”

That's suspicious, Brando thought, "It's not really my word, Milos disintegrates in the middle of the sky and the wreckage is scattered across the earth, most of it falls into this glacier, but there is still a sea of the dead moon. ’The Bukas built a city on it called Ones, you've heard of it, right? ”

“The ruins on the sea of the Dead Moon are……" The poet stared at the black ‘architecture’ in the sky.

“Almost, and in fact, the Buga, and the Black Tower Wizard, have all confirmed this. Now we see these things, the remains of Milos, and in the future you may have the opportunity to go into the White Tower and study the files of the Silver Wizards, and you will have access to this precious knowledge, Miss Poetry.” When Brando said so himself, he also looked at the black tower on the sky. “Thank you -” replied the poet softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted your words. ”

“No need to apologize. You've heard the scholars say, 'Doubt is the door to truth'? ”

“Ah, you know, Mr. Brando, are you really a scholar?” The poet asked in surprise, holding the book.

“Cough… I've just read the literature on this, but seriously, I'm not a scholar. ”

“That's a shame. ”

But Brando was somewhat distracted at this moment, thinking about the actions of the other side. When he heard the creaking footsteps coming from behind, he knew it was Veronica.

“What do you think, little guy?” She obviously heard the conversation between Brando and the poet, but right now, like Brando, her attention cannot be focused on these legends and myths.

Brando didn't look back, just nodded: "Don't worry. ”

“Why are you so sure that Alec is really following this plan?” Veronica frowned, but she didn't disbelieve Brando, and if she didn't, she wouldn't agree to Brando's plan.

“It's simple," replied Brando.

He turned around.

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(PS: Tonight in the group and my book buddies‘ discussion of the plot ’took some time, let's start with a chapter. Come tomorrow to make it up to you, it's miserable.) (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.)