The Amber Sword

“Frost Junior Dragon Stars are the gatekeepers of the Temple of the Hibernate, and I think Anrek knows that any stranger who approaches the Temple of the Hibernate will trigger a response from the gatekeepers.” Brando replied.

“You mean that Alec would definitely take advantage of this, and I've heard of this old fox, cautious and deep, accustomed to moving backwards, just like the previous generation of the Duke.” Veronica raised her head and her green eyes sparkled with a cold light, and although her hands covered her long hair, her green hair still danced in the sun with the bright north wind. Her eyes crossed the ice, as if she had seen Brando's expected ending, but she asked: "While you agree with that, how are you going to confirm it? ”

When Brando saw the windswept snowflakes, like the same layer of powder floating on the glacier, a few shadowy figures suddenly appeared behind the snowstorm in his field of view, and he replied, "You'll see.” From behind the ice fog emerged a Babassa walker, the old witch with her torso, the ice wind dragging the corner of her old robe, a silver hair like a ghost with teeth dancing claws. She limped to Brando and said with deep awe: "My lord, we are ready.” Her hands trembled and she lifted the crystal ball to Brando.

Veronica saw this scene frowned and she didn't like witches.

Brando took a look at some of the people behind Barbasa, in addition to the girl with the wooden shoes, toes and a honey can standing there, two important people, the Heritage Witch of Sword Moon (Killing), Cruel, Heritage Witch of Cup Moon (Jealousy), Anvy, both of whom are important people whose status in the Land of Witches is far more respected than Barbasa's.

Kurul was a tall woman with a wonderful body wrapped under a gray-covered witch robe with a hood, her skin was white as ice and snow, her eyebrows were slender as needles, her cheeks were protruding, her color was cold and she gave a thin feeling; while Anvy was like a woman in her 40s, she wore a thick fur robe, her body wrapped under the robe could see even a few luxurious pieces of fur, and the little woman laughed on her face, but she could hardly conceal the ingenuity in her eyes.

They said they were coming to rely on Brando, but the latter realized that the attitude of the first two was far less respectful than that of Barbasa, and that such reluctance was not so much an obedience as an examination. The Dark Dragon was handed down in seven parts, and he wasn't the only one, but Brando didn't think so, and he was confident that he would let these unpleasant guys work for him.

Brando took over the crystal ball and immediately appeared in an annular shape, and he saw the snowy cover behind him, an open snowfield. He allowed the field of vision to continue north, and the image immediately revealed a glacial trench cut out of staggered, sword-like groves, growing in a forest like a crystal, followed by a flat frozen field, the wind blowing across the ice, and a strip of rolling forward at the end of the snow.

Poetry and Veronica and several other Cruz aristocrats who followed from behind focused their attention on this scene. Detection magic is a masterpiece of witches, and not even a prognostic astrologer can compare to them. Such power comes from the blind young girl Elaine, whose past and future are reflected on the waters of Abyss Lake.

More so, it is said that the powerful among witches do detect some of the causes and consequences of the future.

The magic of the crystal ball is controlled by Anvil. When Brando takes a closer look at the scene above, he also takes note of the young woman: the other party frowned slightly but did not show a tired divine colour. Knowing that the field of view on the crystal ball has been widened a few miles away can only indicate that the other party's strength is already at the top of the gold.

Suddenly the images flashed, and the shadows of the icewind appeared more than enough in a row of people walking over the snowy fields, each wearing a thick bear coat, carrying a variety of weapons, some carrying a short foot horse, Brando looking at their outfits, identifying these as the Nhor people on the Anlek Plateau, the Lantonilans calling them Bigfoot Dwarves, but they were not dwarves, but half-hearted or one of the dwarves. Anlek is said to have a loyal Nhor dwarf cavalry on his hands, which should appear to be the current one.

“Half-body cavalry," Veronica recognized at a glance, “Brando, you seem to be right again. ”

“It's not about luck.” Brando answered in disgust: "But instead of using his own elite as cannon ash, this guy, Alex, is really extraordinary. ”

At this time, a series of footsteps were heard in the snow behind the three men, and the poet looked back and found that it was their regiment of officers.

“Lord Veronica, I wonder if Blender and the others have arrived?” Before the regiment of officers came near, the leading nobility first questioned him. The guy's name is Grid, he's a core member of the Silver Leaf Arbitration Corps of the Senate of Cruz, and he claims to be an envoy, but he's actually checking Veronica's power.

This man, who was not of military origin but had a tiger-backed bear waist, was more like a soldier from the army than the knights around him. He wore this grey deerskin coat with a hat facing one side and three white feathers beside his hat as a sign of the Marquis. He just didn't look like an elegant nobleman, more like a butcher.

“It's not me who's in charge here, Grid, what's your problem? Tell me about the Count.” Veronica closed her eyes and looked at the guy, coldly answering.

Her tone was very rigid, but the Legion Leader was not in a position to compete with the abominable man in front of her, and it was a tradition for the military not to associate with the nobility of the Senate.

But I didn't expect Griddle to be on foot, and he said proudly, "I'm sorry, Lord Veronica, I don't believe these Eruins. ”

Veronica's face soon cooled down.

Brando snorted coldly, “What a shame on your face. ”

“What did you say? ”

“I said you were a complete idiot," Brando had no feelings for the Cruz, except that Veronica was probably an exception, but he was never a good gentleman for the others, and said directly: "When did Freya arrive at the intended attack site, when did she launch the attack, and here it was just about me? From now on, I am the supreme commander here, neither Lord Veronica nor you--”

“If you have any questions, I don't have to answer them. If you're not satisfied, you can take off your squirrel leather gloves and throw them on me. I don't mind nailing a piece of crap like you on the ice here with a sword. When the blade goes through your loose skin, I bet your blood will freeze under your veins before it comes out. ”

Brando breathed a hint of elements, locking in those officers and making Griddle look bleak. “You...” He grinded his teeth, but didn't dare to say the second half: “I hope you're right! ”

Griddle suddenly remembered that this guy had killed Williams before his eyes, and he asked himself if he had any respect as deputy leader of the Templar Knights of Fire. Brando really started the fire, killing him seemed more like pinching an ant.

Especially when he thought that the temple had fallen on a genius swordsman in Eruin, but he didn't even mention revenge. Brando's background creeped him out for a while.

Veronica watched the two fight coldly, and saw Griddle retreat, wrinkling his eyebrows disappointingly. Although she also did not want Brando to eat, the courage and qualities of the Imperial nobility were simply invisible. “Brando, are you sure?” Veronica was somewhat averse to retrieving her sight from Griddle and asked: “Though the Knights of the Folding Sword are the elite of the Green Legion of the Heaven, your little girl only has over a hundred of my men. Look at these half-body cavalry, at least in one column (Cruz, 500 men), it's really hard to get rid of them all. ”

Brando has only a smile on such a question.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it. ”

He turned around and asked Charles to look for Aloz. After a long time, it should be about time. The crowd truly rioted, and the Krutz seemed to have been separated by an invisible force to automatically give way, and Charles appeared behind him with Aloz in everyone's sight. The young dragon looked impatient and looked at the people around him with his golden eyes, like a beast.

“Brando, are you looking for me?” Aloz passed through the crowd.

“I hear you've been in a bad mood lately. I've got some adversaries for you. What do you think?” Brando replied with a smile.

“Hmm, if you want me to help, just say that if it were you, I wouldn't be inconsiderable.” Little Mother Dragon slowly walked through the crowd, where she passed, the surrounding horses suddenly cried out, the herbivores of these tall horses knelt down, the periphery was more paralyzed on the ground, several heads even twitched on the ground, spitting foam between their eyes and dying.

“What have you done to our horses! ”

The Cruz nobility quit immediately. Excellent horses of war in Eruin, in Cruz and even in St. Osor and Finn Zan are luxuries worth showing off between the nobles, a noble breed of horses of noble descent in the noble circles of gold equal in precious proportions, and priceless, because no one sells what they love easily.

But these are the horses that Aloz stared at and died.

Aloz glanced coldly at the guys and said, "Your horses are blocking my way, and I hate these smelly things, keeping them away from me. ”

“You...!” The nobleman was barely outraged.

Everyone looked at Brando, and Griddle was as excited and geologically asked, “Count, you'd better explain. ”

“You want me to explain?” Brando just found it funny.

“Enough -” Veronica interrupted, frowning and feeling that the situation was getting out of order. It was only then that she concealed that something was wrong with the little girl brought about by Grey Sword Holy. Aloz overwhelmed those horses not with witchcraft, but with momentum.

She was the only one who noticed.

“Lord Veronica, please do not be overly biased towards outsiders, but your men are here except for me. I'm sure you know better than I do what a horse means to a soldier.” Griddle snorted coldly and replied with some pride.

Veronica looks at this guy like an idiot: "If you want to die, go with you. ”

“What do you mean? ”

Griddle stunned slightly, and in his impression, the leader of the Blue Dome did not seem like a joke lover. He suddenly felt a little uneasy, but a little late. He suddenly heard a voice saying, "It means that a fool like you should never have lived in this world ——” and that voice just rang and reached his ear.

“Careful! ”

Hearing the knights draw their swords, he couldn't help but turn back in horror, but a little later, a tail as thick as a bucket did not know to stick out of it and drew heavily on him.

Griddle screamed and suddenly sprayed blood and rolled out, falling on the ice and dragging out a striking bloodstain.

“Ah!”

“This is…” Veronica and the poet watched with astonishment this sudden change.

They can't help but be surprised because in the sun, it's an elegant creature with shiny scales, a long neck and wings over its body. That's a dragon, to be exact.

A golden dragon.

Aloz sits on the ice and looks down at everyone. Her huge body is about the size of a three-story building with a slightly curved neck that supports a four-horned head. Platinum smooth, mirrored scale-substituted clothing, flanked by a sheet of light purple metallic glow, is a special colour that only grows up in dragons.

Aloz lowered her head, the flame burned in her golden orbit, and she looked at the place, and everyone was screaming, "Martha, come on, a dragon!" We've been living with a dragon for so long!

And Griddle, who struggled to climb up from the ground, was even more desperate, and now he finally understood what Veronica meant, and he felt like such a fool, so stupid, so hopeless.

He wanted to beg for forgiveness, but a terrible shock had spread in everyone's mind.

The majority of those present felt at one time trapped in an infinitely dark world with no touch, smell, or even any sense of time and direction, leaving behind a terrible scream from afar to near, seismic eardrums.

Griddle had just climbed out of the ground, his legs softened and he fell on his knees.

Veronica was the only one present who could hold onto the poem with one hand, and the scholar lady was pale. Brando and Charles are completely unaffected, but even so, they see how others behave and understand what it is.

This is the power that dragons are born with.

Longwei.

“I should have dug out your eyes and eaten your heart to warn other humble creatures to maintain the necessary respect for dragons. But you're lucky, Miss Ben doesn't want to move your claws on your filthy, maggot-like body, so this time spare your life, you better not show up in front of me again, or I won't guarantee a fire will burn you to ashes..."

A majestic voice sounded in all hearts, completely different from the tender and naive voice of Arozhnen, as if it were a queen who ruled together and could only be heard implicitly with the smell of the young dragon. The first sentence of the voice was still on the ground, but at the end of the day, the dragon had opened its wings and jumped, circling in the middle of the sky, and the sound had burst into flames.

All the horses knelt on their knees at the same time.

“Brando, you owe me another favor.” By the time Little Mother Dragon said that, the voice had been uploaded in the clouds.

Brando raised his head and saw only one shadow sweep through the snow fields as if it were a cover for the day. Aloz spread his wings and a terrible atmosphere spread far beyond the entire glacier.

That's the Giant Dragon.

……

With a click, Alec looked at a crack in the crystal in the hand of his wizard, which broke between his eyes and turned into flying ash. Less than two weeks later, however, the Grand Duke, on the other hand, had completely changed his appearance, his original spiritual image had ceased, and he hid under a fur cloak, leaving the only impression for outsiders was a thin, barely adult, pale side face.

Alec was skinny like a skeleton with a wrinkled skin on his face, only his eyes were still staring at the crystal in a dry orbit, barely even a glimpse of it.

“Lord.” The wizard turned around and looked at him with a questioning look.

“This is Longwei, the stupid dragon has already set out.” Alec grabbed his cane and said with some enthusiasm: “Come on, I know Veronica's old lady is behind us, let them follow us, go around the circle, you idiots. ”

“Your body, my lord. ”

“Shut up.” Alec glanced coldly at Dejar, who, although becoming thinner and thinner, became more and more dignified, as if he was ready to dislodge himself from the grip of human breathing.

Dejar fought a cold war and shut up.

“I am not those mortals, and sacrifice is inevitable in order to gain strength. Remember, only chaos is the only thing we pursue, the rest is a burden.” Anlek replied coldly: "How can mortals overcome us in pursuit of these worthless things when they pursue weak feelings, grabbing ignorance of money and power, and pretentious justice? ”

“Let's go, the master defeated them in Babel, and he still does.” He coughed and slowly stood up.

In the woods, knights dressed in black robes also rose up, and these knights looked very strange, far taller than the average person, some like the Orcs on the Great Plains. But the Orcs don't build armor, and their intelligence is enough for them to use simple weapons.

More prominently, each knight's cape is marked with a tailsnake.

……

“Freya? ”

“Freya? ”

The young girl from Bucci Country was a little distracted, and she remembered the scene, and Brando stood in the tent and asked her seriously the question: 'Freya, what are you going to think of the war?’ The last time Brando was so serious, it was when Prague told her how to save Butch.

How should I perceive war? Freya asked herself, she should hate the war, it took away everything she should have lived in, quiet life, family, soil, everything she used to know was lost in the flames of burning bears, and in retrospect of that memory, there seemed to be only profound pain.

‘But Elouin can only be saved through war, in which you will be the wimp you once hated. ’

‘Freya, your enemies are not just Maddalene, you should understand that. You will kill, more people will die in the war, or you will lose your home, your loved ones, and if you are only a soldier, you can ignore it. ’

‘But I know your ideals, Freya, do you really understand your goals? ’

Freya grabbed her sword.

In her trance, she saw the blood flowing, and there was only an endless corpse on the battlefield, among which was Beth's innocent, innocent face. She looked at her with an empty eye, as if she were questioning her.

And then she saw the little girl who died under the devil.

And then Butch's family.

Freya feels she still lacks an answer. She closed her eyes and opened them again, and the voice and the five senses seemed to reappear to her before she could feel Nimacees on her side crying out to herself several times.

“Freya. ”

“What is it?” The future goddess of martial arts turned back.

“What god are you walking?” Nimmasis was somewhat dissatisfied. “I don't know...” Freya shook her head blindly, "I just saw a blue shadow, and then... then I didn't know what happened. ”

“Blue shadow?” Nimaisie reached out and touched her forehead: “Have you been too tired lately? ”

“No... I don't think so. What time is it?” She looked up and asked.

“See for yourself.” Nimmasis handed her the watch. Freya took a look, then looked at the Nhor half-body in the distance: “Any news from Brando? ”

“He's confirmed it with Metisa, the one we're looking for. ”

“Well...”

“Miss Aroz is already on her way. ”

“I see. ”

Freya threw the pocket watch into the snow. Brando asked her how she intended to fight to complete the plan, and it was clear to her that in order for that old fox of Alex to fall into a trap, he had to leave no one alive. She pulled out a part of the Lion's Heart Sword and pressed the cold blade with her fingertips. She felt a little chill in her heart. She was no longer the little girl. She understood what a knight was and what a soldier was.

There was no clear answer in her mind, but at least it was clear that killing could not bring peace, but at least resolve disputes. So her answer was simple: “I understand, Brando.” She looked at Brando at the time and had no hesitation in her eyes, as her last hesitation had long been buried with Beth in Port Ambessel.

She pulled out the lion's heart sword and the blade flashed with cold light. Everyone saw this temporary ‘commander' move before reacting. One by one, they stood up, and the knights unloaded their cloaks and threw them to the ground. Next, the noble officers of the Krutz looked at Freya with different eyes, and Freya glanced at the sword in her hand, pointing at the next command: “Down from both sides of the hill, do not enter each other's horizons, follow my orders, and cut off the retreat of the Nhor half-body in the snow fields. No one is allowed to fight without permission until a signal is seen. ”

The Cruz beamed, and the air seemed to snow, silently sinking.

“Wait, this is not in line with our orders.” Blunded immediately questioned, "Commander, are you going to hold the rabbit, if you let those half-baked cavalry men into the Temple of the Hibernate, they will actually lead to that bloody thief? Commander, allow me to question your motives. ”

“I can understand your suspicions.” Freya glanced at Nimatis beside herself, and she calmed her breath in her heart and replied: "But it wasn't us that was the main offense. ”

“Not us? ”

“Who would that be? ”

Freya looked up at the sky. Her eyes crossed the pine forest crystal tip, and the quiet Cruz officer noticed her behavior and raised her head. The clouds on the sky seemed to be slightly shifting, and the forest, which had previously been full of sounds, calmed down as if it had been strangled by an invisible hand, and then the clouds suddenly gathered together and separated again, a huge shadow coming out of the clouds.

Brenda opened her mouth and stared at the scene, seemingly feeling her throat hissing. The Knights of the Cruz stood in the forest like they had roots under their feet, like a bunch of stone statues, experiencing a tsunami in their hearts. It is not a delusion that Longwei descends from the sky and that the horrific tsunami echoes from the hearts of all. Only Freya had seen such a sight long before, on the battlefield of Ambesseur, on that cloudy day, a line of gold descended from the clouds, bringing the final victory to the war.

She turned back: "Metisa. ”

“Sister Freya, I'm here.” Silver Fairy Princess lifts her cloak and asks aloud: “Do you want to summon? ”

Freya turned back, and the Enhor half-body on the ice had discovered the dragon in the sky, and people and horses panicked, falling into clusters, and a little clever had begun to flee. Freya turned back and nodded at Metissa.

“Knight of Frank, listen to my horn! ”

The silver wire was interwoven in Metissa's hands and a silver trumpet was woven. She immediately blew the trumpet and chanted aloud: “The sky and blue flags fly like the sea on the plains of Marald, and the spear of the Frenchman flickers with cold light. Knights, listen to the long sounds of my trumpet, and the ancient spirits summon courage in the hearts of the monks. Knights, get on my horse and get ready ——” The Silver Elves sound like an ancient song, and the Knights of the Cruz hear this spell face to face, and they don't know what Metissa is calling, but Blender is the first to react: “Oh, my God, this is the Knights of Silver! ”

His voice had just dropped, and Metisa had already drummed the parrot and blown the second horn.

The trumpet is loud--

Aloz also swept over the forest at this moment, sweeping wind pressure from the canopy and diving over the distant ice fields. But when the knights turned back, they were amazed to see in the forest a warhorse glittering with fluorescent white light and heavy armor, as if the warhorses from the heavens had converged into a silver trend, and instantly came to their side. A unicorn came to Metisa and rubbed the little princess's cheek, and Metisa touched her long horn and rolled over her horse. Freya turned on her horse the second time, and her horse was taller than the others, burning a silver flame on her horseshoe, which is exactly the ride of the legendary King of Silver - the Holy Soul.

“All aboard.” Freya ordered, "Remember your mission...”

She looked back over the plain and sighed slightly: "They have a subpoena crystal on them and they cannot be given any chance. No prisoners. Kill everyone. ”

When the order was given, Nimatis turned back and looked at the young girl from Butch Country.

Freya frowned, only her eyes remained firm.

……

Kurwood was once Anrek's most trusted heart, a surprisingly small head, and the extraordinarily huge half-hearted man knew exactly what he earned that trust from, not because he had great abilities, but because he was loyal. His father, an equally proud dwarf, also lived in the previous generation of the Duke of Anrek, and his family had such a tradition of loyalty, which was one of the proudest places in Kuwood. This time, however, he knew that all previous difficulties could be overcome, but this time, it was probably his last time on the battlefield.

He tightened his bear-skinned robe and was carrying with him the task entrusted to him by the Grand Duke - to challenge a dragon. Warriors should have died on the battlefield, which is a rare honor for Kuvu. The Nhors are the toughest children on the highlands and the toughest fighters. Today they challenge the dragons and their courage will be engraved on the stone throne of their homeland. It's just the cold wind, almost lifting the robe, the cold cuts like a knife, making the half of these people who are accustomed to the dry climate of the plateau equally unbearable. Kuvu had an unclear feeling from this morning that if the day didn't start well, things would go wrong. He broke his kettle in the morning, which was a very disturbing bad sign.

The team struggled on the ice fields and had not walked a few miles through the morning. Kuwood frowned, the most sophisticated warrior of his own people, and he listened to the sound of the wind.

Suddenly, he heard a strange voice.

It's like rolling thunder through the clouds, but it's not that obvious, it's just still bombarding. This low-frequency roar quickly became clearer, and Kuvu turned around and stared at the sky with some enthusiasm - he finally heard it, it was the sound of something flying in the sky - and it must have been a huge thing. If they did attract the dragon, they would die here, and their blood would be honored.

But for a moment, the giant shadow of expectation actually appeared on the skyline. It separates the clouds, tears the sky apart, and instantly leaps into the field of view of the warehouse. At that moment, all Enhor's half-body discovered the enemy, and they screamed, and the cowardly one of them had broken his heart and started to panic and run away. But Kuvu could forgive them. After all, the first time he heard about the mission, he was just as frightened as they were.

He was a little embarrassed when he remembered what it was like, so how can he be a qualified warrior? He took the spirits from the plateau out of his arms, poured them down his throat, felt hot, and wiped his mouth, revealing a fanatical smile. Enough is enough. He never counted on his men to deal with a giant dragon. That's an impossible task. But at least they have accomplished their destiny. Enough is enough. The foolish dragon has been drawn to this ice field, and the Lord's plan will be fulfilled.

Kuvu almost wanted to laugh, but he still had time to laugh in the future, and a little haze flashed through his mind.

He saw that giant dragon shining golden scale--

That's a golden dragon.

“It's impossible...!” Kuwood's eyes widened, his face grew pale, and his big ears almost stood upright - this is the other dragon, two dragons on this snowy field! No, he couldn't help but look around in panic and have one last glimmer of hope in his heart. His expectation was that the news of the Grand Duke of Anrek was wrong, and perhaps it was a golden dragon, not a frost dragon, who lived here. Though this idea is so disrespectful, this half-hearted chief can't care less at this moment.

Immediately, a stranger voice broke all his delusions.

It's a long, farther than the giant dragon's tsunami, and it sounds like it's been on the horizon for a long time. Only once in Kuvu's life has such a voice been heard, the Longhorn of the Finn Zan Legion, when he marched with Alex in the Holy War.

“Ambush...”

Kuvu immediately understood what was happening and they were calculated. He shuddered and grabbed the communication crystal, but the crystal did not respond: "No… the law is bound.” He was almost groaning and the enemy was clearly well prepared. He immediately grabbed the weapon and screamed, "Quick, get out of this area. Spread the message out! ”

He raised his head and his green pupils reflected the growing figure of the golden dragon, which seemed to represent despair.

A golden flame descending from the sky.

……

(PS: The 9K chapter, I won't split the chapter. These two days are busy, I don't have time to update until the evening. I guess I'll be free tomorrow. I'll go back to the book evaluation area to answer the questions and solve the previous questions. It's been a long time since I've asked for a ticket. Tickets! Give me some ticket support, give me some impetus.) (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.)