The Amber Sword

Since the Battle of the Fortress of Babel, the Guardian Clan's story has spread. The legendary Guardian Clan has always guarded the knowledge from the ancient gods in a secret unknown place, a special golden people created for the Angry Dragon Alvers, but on the day the dispute restarts, they will return to the earth.

“But there's no such thing at all,” said Alex coldly: “It's just a legend that mortals make up to comfort themselves. There's never been a family of true protectors. Mortals lost their knowledge, scattered over the earth, their pathetic pieces of magic and order cognition ——”

When he finished that sentence, he raised his head and headed up a tall, ice-covered staircase to a giant stone door that was not decorated, some like those ancient fortresses.

As soon as Anrek stood under the stairs, he slowly went up with his entourage.

Ice breezes whizz and the entrance to the Hibernate Temple stands right in front of you.

“Looks like the dragon has been knocked out by us.” Dejar couldn't help but say a funny word. Anrek glanced at him and saw the chills in his heart: "The Gods created the 'dragon’ that they managed the world against dusk, the dragon of platinum, the dragon of war, Tiamat, the dragon of rage, Alvers, the dragon of knowledge crystal, the dragon of elements blazing, the dragon of disaster blue, and the 'dragon' created the first generation of warriors. ”

“The people of blood and fire are a generation of gold. Legend has it that the golden generation has done its job, the dragons have the law, the Minors have the power, the witches have the magic, and the dragons of knowledge and the dragons of fury have never appeared above the earth. ”

“That's what this legend is all about...”

“But in fact, this is just a pact left by Rage Dragon Alvers with Odin and the Heavenly Knight. ”

“Odin?” Dejar slightly: “My lord, you mean the Dragon of Darkness. What did they promise? ”

Alec nodded: “It was our greatest enemy, ridiculously enough, that the mortals gave him an unethical name, and Odin was never a dragon, and he didn't need to exist as one. ”

“They agreed that nobody knew anything, but surely it had something to do with the silver generation that emerged later, and Odin had been waiting for an opportunity, especially since the division of the circle of the world, there had been voices inside the gods questioning the creation of the Golden Nation as a mistake -”

“After that, the subsequent legend was released by the Buga, but the veracity is questionable, and it is likely that this assertion was merely a pretext made up by the Buga wizards in order to preserve the legality of the sacred covenant. ”

After saying this, Anrek suddenly silenced: “What really stays in this glacier is not a guardian clan at all, but probably just a residual will of Milos. ”

“God's will? ”

Alec raised his head and saw the heavy stone door slowly open in front of him, but the dark colour of his eyes remained unchanged. He laughed with some disdain: "Don't worry, just pretend to be a ghost. A god who has lost his throne in heaven has nothing to fear. Milos' will is here, more to say that the legend is true, and we will soon have the privilege of witnessing it all --”

He turned around and his face was full of twisted fanaticism: "… The Dragon of Dusk may never have been defeated. ”

……

Brando suddenly heard a sound of sand in the darkness, from far and near, like something crawling on the ground. He became vigilant and grabbed the handle of the sword of the earth beside him with his opposite hand, squeezing his eyes in that direction in the darkness.

Just a few moments later, he saw the outline of a man right there.

“Hmm?” Brando flashed slightly, because he saw exactly the Hunter Girl. “What is she doing at this time?” He flashed a thought in his head, thinking that the young girl might have been a spy left behind by Alex, but then he shook his head again, leaving behind this spy seemed pointless.

Right in front of him, Paia had come to him. The Hunter Girl didn't seem to realize that Brando was awake. She snuck up to the Count and took a slight breath, seemed nervous, before daring to look carefully at Brando.

But that's the look that kept her there. She saw Brando in the darkness with the eyes of God, looking at him inexplicably.

“Ah...” Paia almost shivered, where she was frozen for a moment.

“Paia? What are you doing?" Brando asked calmly as he had reason to calm down because the Hunter Girl could not pose any threat to him.

“I…” The hunter girl's eyes revealed a complex divine color, she bit her lower lip, it was difficult to see her face in the dark, but a pair of dark eyes revealed wildness and firmness. She suddenly lowered her head and looked at Brando with her dark eyes, then approached Brando with some fear, snuggling her whole body down and leaning her head gently against his neck.

Brando stopped for a moment and felt Paia's body tremble slightly in her arms, her heart pounding straight. But he didn't understand what she meant by the action, “What are you doing, Paia...” Brando was completely surprised by the action of the Hunter Girl, completely losing her previous appearance. He hurried to hold her shoulder and push her away, staring carefully at each other.

He also thought that the Hunter Girl was bewitched. After all, in the dark underground often some ghost charm will control the human heart, but the Hunter Girl's eyes are very clear, but the divine color inside him is embarrassing and shy, hiding a hint of truth.

Brando suddenly understood something, and he put her back some and sat up: "Paia, are you trying to beg me to save your brother? ”

The Hunter Girl grabbed her neck with one hand and her thick black hair draped down her sincere eyelashes. She shivered slightly and said in a dull manner: "Lord, I dreamed of Aruta. ”

“Nightmare? ”

Paia nodded afraid of the place, "I dreamed he was unconscious, and there were corpses all around him in the ice cave.” She raised her head and her eyes filled with palpitations.

Brando was relieved, and he said softly, "It's just a dream, Paia, and Alec didn't kill your brother, as you saw. ”

“No," the Hunter Girl shook her head hard: “I saw him, he was not far from here. I also heard that voice, he asked us to hurry to save him... Lord, I..."

But Brando smiled slightly and suddenly remembered his dream and couldn't help but frown: “Did you hear that voice too? ”

When he saw the Hunter Girl looking at herself, he explained: "What is the sound of your dream? ”

“I don't know," the Hunter Girl shook her head hard: "Like in my heart, it made me feel very warm and wanted to believe him. ”

Brando had now confirmed that it was the same voice that appeared in his dream, and he frowned and felt something unusual. Obviously, there's something beneath this glacier that wants him to know or take him somewhere, and it's probably not as powerful as you might imagine, and that's why you have to resort to it.

Such a bridge is not something he has not encountered in the game, but has not felt so much in the real world. And he thought a little bit, and he said, "Paia, your dream, do you remember that place? ”

“I remember, in a deep valley, not far from here.” The Hunter Girl hastily replied that she looked up and looked at him with some pity.

“I see. Go and wake up the others.” Brando nodded, and he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, although it was not yet dawn, but his life was at stake, not to mention why Aruta appeared here. Brando has some speculation in his mind.

Paia's dark eyes seemed lit up for a moment, and she looked up thankfully, but she arrived badly. The hunter girl bowed her head humbly and knelt before Brando, holding Brando's right hand in both hands and kissing him on the finger.

This kiss had nothing to do with the affection of a man and a woman, but the servant's humble gratitude to the master. The hunter girl looked up at him with some care and asked, "Lord Knight, is there a hunter left in your estate? My father and I were once the most outstanding hunters in this area. Since I was a child, I have learned to be a good hunter with my father, believing that even the most skilled hunters are no worse.”

“Paia...” Brando was a little embarrassed: “That's not why I helped you. ”

“No, no! I, I will definitely satisfy you, if you say so, Paia will do anything for you.” The Hunter Girl knelt before he was born and whispered.

It has to be said that the Hunter Girl has the money to say this, except that her skin is a little rough and her dark long hair is a little dirty, and her beauty is not inferior to that of a woman Brando has seen in any part of the world. Besides, Paia has a kind of wild beauty that seems to be hidden in her power-filled body and that will erupt with tension at any moment as she moves.

Having such a stubborn woman say such a plea, Brando sees a hunter girl kneeling beside herself, and although her heart feels very strange, it is not impossible to say anything without her heart beating. He took a breath and finally calmed himself down and shook his head: “Paia, you are our guide. I said if I had a chance to save your brother, it was my promise, don't let me make a mistake, okay? ”

The Hunter Girl slipped away a little, but looked at Brando with a slight glimpse, as if she didn't understand why Brando said that. Brando had difficulty explaining to him how different he was from the other nobles and could only laugh embarrassingly at her, a disquieting smile unlike what Peia had seen in any other nobleman, or scorn, or greed.

“Go ahead,” Brando replied. The scene was a little too powerful. He was also a normal man. He suddenly envied some of the goddamn nobles, and this envy turned into an outrage, and eventually into an order, and he said, "Go and wake up the others and get everybody ready to go. Your brother's still in a coma, remember? ”

“Thank you, Lord Knight. ”

Brando was relieved when he watched Paia retreat. But he had another problem to solve, and he turned around and said to the darkness, "Enough, Miss Poetry, if you rest, we'll be ready to send it out. ”

He thought it would scare away the scholarly lady who had been snooping around, but didn't expect the poem to be much more generous than he thought. She smiled politely at him there: “Mr. Brando, they said you were a model of the ancient nobility, but on the romantic side, you were far from it. It was disappointing that you chose to refuse in the face of a noble, beautiful woman willing to sacrifice herself. ”

Brando took a sip of water so it didn't spray.

But the poet said, "It's just that I admire it, Count, and you show me the noble character, which is called Rejection of Rider Danger.” The scholar lady smiled and turned to Brando before retreating to her tent.

… (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.)