The Amber Sword

At the moment of the dragon tsunami, Chongshan swayed. The Minors say the dragon's shadow swept over the plain, the wind from both wings swept through the day and night, Aloz spread his wings a few miles away, and the wind swept through the mountain forest. The triangular flag on the tip of the pistol on the Ice Plains sounded violently in the wind, clawing their teeth, but the darkness that grabbed their hearts was an endless fear.

“Dragon!” Someone screamed and the neat team scattered around the snow fields. Kuvu saw that the team was out of control and had to flee northwest with the escort knights around him. Between her eyes, Aloz had flown over these tiny creatures, and she dropped her head, huge shadows covering the hundreds of people, her golden eyes reflecting the fleeing half-man, and with her interest, she first chose the small group of horses to the south, about twenty or thirty half-mans riding the dwarf horse into the crystal forest on the hillside, but how did Aloz give them the opportunity to squirt a golden flame directly down her head?

A large group of fireballs descended from the sky, landed on the glacier, instantly swallowed those who were still on the run, turned to ashes, the flames continued to burn on hard ice, even the ice made the sound of nourishment, a layer melted, revealing the black fire rock below, these rocks, which had melted thousands of years ago, once again melted into lava in flames, the white water vapor rose, rising tens of meters high.

The burning flame seemed to shake the exciting heart string in the mother dragon's heart, she screamed, her wings pulled up high, and the flame sprayed out of her mouth was like a golden sword plow over the glacier, burning all the way into the forest, turning those crystalline forests into burning columns of fire for the bear. But this is not the end, and her golden eyes have locked another team, but this time she does not intend to keep firing, and even the dragon cannot spark endless flames, which is nothing more than the delusion of a human about a dragon in a fairy tale. Aloz pulled up as high as an arrow, then a dive into that team of half-hearted men, and she swept past them, bringing up a strong wind like a sharp blade, brushing the sound of blowing those half-hearted men to 708, and some of the knights were even pulled alive from their horses' backs by huge wind pressures, crashing against hard ice, rolling out dozens of meters before stopping, already smashing their brains.

Aloz looked at these unlucky guys and was getting more and more proud, as if the previously raw muffled breath had completely dissipated, and she was giggling crisp laughter in the middle of the sky, but it sounded like a deafening muffled thunder to the outsiders. Little Mother Dragon circled in the middle of the sky, falling heavily on the glacier, she stretched out her sharp paws to grab the ice to fix her figure, and the huge impact allowed her to be born on the ice to pull out a flying piece of ice scraps, leaving more than a dozen deep paw marks over tens of meters long.

As soon as Aloz turned around, she swept out the front half cavalry. She turned around and stopped in front of these little things, stretching out her paws and patting a rider who couldn't hold her brakes. Her sharp paws were like four sharp steel swords made of dwarves by a dwarf, gently making the knight rip open his stomach, and then she lowered her head and swallowed the little thing with the horse.

A giant dragon is no righteous incarnation in any legend...

Those Nhor half-boys belonging to Anlek seem to finally understand that there is no hope of escape, so they come up angrily picking up the spear, don't look at their vulnerability in front of the dragon like children, but these half-boys are not good men and women, they are first and foremost Anlek's private soldiers, veterans who have been on the battlefield and killed people, both soldiers and civilians who died in their hands, once on the battlefield, they are also desperate fatalities. Even the dead don't necessarily have the courage to fight dragons.

Aloz looked at these tiny creatures and couldn't help but want to beat them. She cut off a few spears that were thrown at her and lifted her paws, clawing them one by one and shooting the rushing cavalry into meat sauce. It was like hitting a groundhog. By the seventh shot, the half-human had finally collapsed, screaming and turning to flee.

When Kuvu turned around, he saw this scene, all of his people, and his heart ached like a knife, but he knew that those people would never escape, and that the dragon was just a cat playing with rats. The wind shouted in his ears and he grabbed the reins and lay on his horse's back. The surrounding scenery flew quickly back from both sides, but he did not intend to retreat into the woods, but continued to retreat north along the snow fields. Previously, both teams were rushed into the forest before being first seen by that terrible dragon, a very savvy creature, but most mortals only remember their barbaric side, but Kufu knew that very well, so he took his own escort knight to escape the robbery.

He no longer expects to survive this battle, but it is clear to Kuvu that, at least before he dies, he must first find the Temple of the Hibernate, or at least print the Frost Dragon, which is the last thing he can say for Grand Duke Anrek. It's just that it's not that simple, and this big ear half-body turns around and the horizon shows a glimmer of silver on the horizon.

The young girl with the English figure on her horse is directing hundreds of knights to chase forward along the glacier. The goddess of martial arts wears the knight armor of Eluin. The two capes fly behind her like wings. Behind her, after two events between the dragon and the English horse, the knights of Cruz finally reluctantly accepted the fact that the young girl had become their temporary commander. This has nothing to do with Freya's leadership, but strength on the battlefield does dictate a lot of things, soldiers admire force, hard fists to be bosses, which is the same old truth.

The knights of the Knights of the Folding Sword rode the luminous warhorses, sweeping through the ice like a rolling snowflake. Unlike the dwarf horses of the half-body, the four hooves of these Spiritual Warhorses did not fall into the snow at all, as if they were flying on snowflakes, at incredible speeds. Freya divided the knights into a staircase with a slope from left to right, directing them down the mountain forest, then proceeded north along the western side of the snowfield, quickly catching up with the first escaping cavalry.

“Rocky...! Everyone else, keep moving. Don't slow down!” The young girl shouted, her voice coming from far away through the power of the silver class, echoing over the battlefield.

Freya shouted the name of the lady knight, who had a slightly thinner face. The name made Rocky frown, and the lady knight even looked up in front of her, but did not answer. She was a little upset by the command of an Eruin, but as a soldier obedient to nature, she shouted and drew a long sword, shouting: "Tenth Staircase, prepare to attack!” The knights behind her echoed, and the sound of the sword pulling came to a halt, and the Krutz knight raised his long sword high, and the blade of the bright sword reflected a flashing line on the snowfield.

Looking down from above the snowfield, an oblique black line is moving forward at a fast pace, without passing a scattered fleeing team, swallowing that team into the left wing. The tenth crew of the Knights of the Cruz slowed down, but the other nine proceeded, Freya lying on the horse's back, looking back somewhat nervously, but she was satisfied with what was happening at the moment - the Knights of the Folding Knights had a very high level of tactical skills and performed her tactics almost perfectly.

Freya seemed to finally relieve herself. She raised her head. At this moment, the future goddess of martial arts seemed to finally shine a strange splendor on this young girl from Bucchi countryside. Her eyes sparkled and she drew her sword back and pointed forward, firmly ordering: "The third, fourth and fifth ladders depart east, the second, sixth and seventh ladders attack freely, and the eighth and ninth ladders are responsible for closing! ”

“Others, come with me! ”

At Freya's command, the battlefield changed immediately, and suddenly the Krutz knights scattered like a pack of wolves, rushing to their respective targets, hiding the momentum behind the fence - even though they were about to surround their enemies several times - but a giant dragon was also chasing these half-hearted men, without any fear in anyone's mind. Besides, they are the proud Cruz elite, how could they bow their heads to Eruin's hillbilly, and even without Aloz present, they would be proud to launch a death squad against these half-body cavalry.

Freya's tactics came to fruition almost immediately, and the half-baked men of Alex finally caught sight. These Krutz knights were much more purposeful than the more playful Aloz, who executed what was originally a pack of wolves, drove their prey forward like a pack of winter wolves, and constantly killed those who had fallen apart. If a half-body cavalry tries to break out of this net, the Cruz knights of the eight or nine champions who follow them will also strangle all their hopes immediately.

Corpse pillows on the battlefield, some half-hearted people with no hope of escape, had to turn their heads to launch a shootout, they were all fierce mountaineers, but unfortunately their opponents were equally the best college factions of the Krutz, even though there was a slight lack of experience in the field, the average downstream strength of gold was sufficient to bridge any gap.

Almost all of the Knights of Cruz had earned something, from the second to the tenth, but only Freya was still moving forward. She was targeting the team that fled far ahead, and she didn't know it was Kufu and his escort knight, but she knew that the other must be a good commander, and Freya had been watching the team almost from the beginning, starting with Aloz entering the battlefield, and up until now, that commander had almost the right choice.

The other party did not make a single mistake.

Kuvu is fleeing north along the margins of the glacier. Dwarf horses play their full advantage on such terrain. Wild dwarf horses are born on cold plateaux, often passing through the ice gap between the valleys to seek food further afield. Finding the cracks in the glacier seems to have become their bone instinct, but on the opposite side of Freya, the Spirit Horse, though able to float on the ice, cannot really fly. Sometimes a fractured ice layer will kill everyone, so this future goddess of martial arts will have to be cautious.

Both sides fled, turning their eyes a mile or two away, and there were undulating ridges on the ice fields. Freya frowned, and there was some anxiety in her heart. Moving forward, she was about to rush out of the area of interference that was forbidden to interrogate magic. However, she was anxious, like Kuwood, and it seemed that the horses behind him didn't need physical strength, and he was overwhelmed with the riding seated with his escort knight.

Wins and losses must be decided in a short period of time.

The thought flashed almost simultaneously in both hearts.

Freya bit her teeth and grabbed the reins, but Brenda around her couldn't hold them. Seriously though he is no longer prejudiced against this commander and it is difficult for him to speak out in such a battle, Freya maintains the necessary determination from beginning to end and has not made a mistake so far, indicating that she is at least calm enough to understand the analysis, which is at least an essential element of a good commander. But like Freya, Brenda realizes that if they keep up, their mission will probably fail.

“We have to find a way to get them off the road.” He shouted intermittently against the wind.

Freya nodded slightly. It was her own idea, but the terrain of the ice sheds was so variable that it was the right choice - a difficult question.

“Little Pero, we should go that way!” Brend turned around and shouted to one of his neighbors. Freya knew the young man, a high-calibre graduate of St. Eboson - a skinny young man who might not be fit to be a soldier, but who was said to have graduated high enough to make all those who graduated with him at the same time blush with envy.

Freya herself is a college student, and she knows exactly what that means.

But little Pello shook his head: "The terrain of the snow fields is too complicated and the ingredients of luck are too great. If you want me to tell the truth, I can only say that I can't judge. We can only bet our luck to see if Lord Martha has taken care of us. ”

He said so in the wind, shrugging his shoulders.

Everyone is heartbroken, but they also know that it is not a word of exorcism. “Knight Nimmassis," Brender turned his head to the other side, knowing that the knight next to Princess Eluin, compared to Freya, was already famous for being the first best graduate of the Royal Knights College: “What do you think? ”

But Nimaisi's face didn't change color, and she didn't even look back. She stood up in the snow like a spear, only slightly answering: "Listen to the commander. ”

Blender's a nitrogen.

But everyone's eyes have fallen on Freya. The young girl from Butch countryside was slightly dazed and subconsciously gripped the reins, biting her lips, but did not say no.

She looked up and looked northeast--

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