The Amber Sword

Under the bright, dark and uneven light of the torch, the dark blue ice forms an arched cavity, and the low temperature creates a thin mist of moisture, as if to freeze the sound.

“Brando," Veronica's voice echoed with a buzzing echo, and the lady turned back, her green eyes flashing on the surface: "How long do you think it will take for Alec to reach the temple center? ”

“Half a day, or forever, it depends on how much Andrei knows about this place," Brando's heart was blown away by Veronica's problems, and he looked deep in the ice through the light of the torch, and his eyes were silent: “Yet Andrei's sly own poet's songs bore witness to the fact that he exercised his iron wrist rule over the plateau, and that such a man would seek his own death? ”

“Belief in the one-size-fits-all fanaticism would make him so, but not necessarily foolish, and I've dealt with those guys, and I know them very well.” Veronica looked at him and replied.

“So we have half a day? ”

“The worst intention is this, perhaps more, but it is not to be expected.” Brando replied.

“Can we make it before then? ”

Brando didn't answer that question, and he turned around and looked at someone —— wrong, on a dragon. Starr's face was distracted by his gaze. The little fat man rubbed the honey from the corner of his mouth and frowned and mumbled: “Don't look at me like that. It must be faster this way, I swear..."

“Swear by what?” Brando asked carefully, "For example, swear by the third golden scale under Bahamas' neck? ”

“Ah, you bastard!” Starr shouted. In the second war with dusk, the serpent Jemengade of the courtyard bit Bahamet in the neck, and the third golden scale fell off, just as the wounds of the warrior were the badges, perhaps out of the same psyche, and the Dragons saw this lost scale as a symbol of courage and honor for eternity.

By this golden scale, all the oaths made are the most sacred oaths of the Dragons. Even for a cynical guy like Starr, he wouldn't dare defy.

“Do you know what you're saying, you made me take a sacred oath!?” The little fat man shouted impatiently.

“But more unfortunately, you work for me, and I have to make my own people swear to believe you. Is there a more unfortunate boss in the world? Martha watched what was happening in the world, but there was nothing more ridiculous than that. Starr, someone told me not to trust you easily, you know why ——” Brando took a look at the dragon and then slowly answered.

Starr opened his mouth and then replied, "That's for the enemy, that's not a lie...”

“Since it's not a lie, then no one's honor is compromised by the oath, is it?” Brando smiled a little, and the poem standing beside him, Sy, felt that at this moment the Count's smile was like a nobleman, a lord.

Confidence, concealment, cunning--

“All right, all right,” Starr replied frustrated in front of everyone, "I swear on the third scale of the Dragon God, it's all true, this road will be the fastest shortcut, I bet we'll be right in front of that old human being, as long as...”

“Just?”

“As long as you're on the right track...” Starr whispered.

“You didn't mean to take the wrong route, did you?” Brando, look at him.

“Enough, I know!” Little Fat Dragon almost got nervous by Brando and couldn't help screaming angrily.

Brando turned back to Veronica, meaning that this was the answer to the question, and the lady looked at him with some blame, and in her view it was a little too much to offend a giant dragon for that little thing.

Although the dragon is young and behaving strangely.

“We have to stop Alec.” She replied, nodding the poem behind her, Laurena.

But Brando remembered a problem. And he looked up at the poem, and he said, "Miss Scholar, what prompted you to activate those liquid monsters with magic moonstones? ”

The poet was startled by Brando's gaze, and her slender eyebrows trembled slightly, like moth feathers, but soon settled down: “Me and I really just wanted to try and activate them. ”

“Count Tonyger,” said Leonard, glancing at Brando, "Miss Poetry is a descendant of the Thurn family. May I remind you what the honor of our Cruz people is defended by? ”

Brando turned around: “Was it iron and blood, now arrogance and prejudice? ”

“Okay, you guys stop arguing.” The poet screamed softly, interrupting two people: "Mr. Count? ”

Brando shook his head: “I'm not doubting anything about you, Miss Poetry, my question is, how did you suddenly come to think of activating them with magical moonstones? ”

The poet's eyes lit up slightly, and the spark of the inner memory flashed away, and she looked up and looked up: "Right, so I found something. ”

“Something? ”

“Some… strange discoveries, you must want to take a look," the poet stopped: “I'm sorry, I was so nervous before, I forgot to mention it for a moment. ”

“It's okay." Unexpectedly, Brando turned around and frowned, his eyes stretching into darkness along the direction of the torch's light spreading along the ice wall.

He seemed to get the answer he wanted.

……

On the other side of the iceberg--

The eyes of the young lord swept through half of these bones immersed in the dark, a little over five feet tall, and the others no more than six feet - clearly not the remains of the Frost Giant.

He lowered the torch a little, and the beating light swung along the ice like a watermark, reflecting the entire skeleton. The first bone was dressed in a robe, frozen on the ground like a piece of paper, and Brando squatted down next to it, tearing a piece off with his hands, and the fabric was a little strange, not like cotton.

“This is spandex linen.” The poet's voice, she has obviously examined these remains long ago: "The tilted texture is their most remarkable characteristic--”

“Are you familiar?” Brando didn't ask back either.

“No, Mr. Count, the development of the textile industry and clothing is not my domain of knowledge, it's just...”

“It's just famous.” Brando took her word for herself.

The poet looked at the Count with some surprise.

“Are these dead human beings?” Veronica suddenly asked.

“But why are humans here?” Laurena asked somewhat strangely.

“Probably an adventurer," Phyllas said confidently: “These people are famous everywhere, and the mysterious unknown lost in ancient ruins attract them to moth fire like deadly poison, and I've seen many of these stories. ”

“It's not a story.” Laurena broke his fantasy straight away.

“But…”

“Miss Laurena was right that it was wealth that attracted the explorers, greed rather than dreams that brought them back to their former servants.” Metissa's voice replied faintly, smiling as usual: "In our time, many explorers were not separated from tomb thieves, and their reputation was not good. ”

“It's the same now.” Laurena glanced at her fiancé.

Phyllis leaned and shrugged helplessly.

“These people are not explorers, are they?” Veronica didn't have to be part of the young man's argument, she came to Brando and whispered.

“Don't they have a style of armor that explains everything,” Brando turns around and looks at Veronica with some laughter, knowingly: “I don't believe you, my lord, can't see that? ”

“They're soldiers, but which way? Eruin or Highland Knight? ”

“Neither. ”

“Neither? ”

“See this?” Brando picked up the pieces of cloth in his hand and shook them.

“Linen?” Veronica frowned and the corps leader's lady seemed to be thinking, but a page of linen seemed difficult to draw her to any association but to plunge her into a maze of thought.

Fortunately, Brando didn't intend to waste any more time, and he just sold the shuttle and replied: “The linseed is grown only on the north side of the silver bay, and the fabric it makes is no longer the mainstay of the day, but it is indeed a very famous plant. ”

He put the fabric on a book page with poets in their hands, "Miss Poetry, answer me. ”

“I… Rensha linen is famous because the Minors used to grow them extensively, and the fabric they made was once the mainstay of the Minors' dynasty clothing.” The poem beamed, but answered immediately.

“Minor?” Veronica raised her head and some of them didn't believe it: “Brando, you mean these people are Minor people. ”

“The Minors are human beings. Modern humans are their descendants, whether they are Krutz, Eruin or mountain people. In fact, they are no different from the Minors in appearance and height - if they all become skeletons.” Brando replied.

“Are you saying that the Minors have been here before and that the legend that they crossed the glacier is true? ”

“Who knows...”

Brando suddenly remembered the previous dream, and the giant fissure was repeatedly present in his mind, clearly as if within reach, and the Minor man in the black linen robe was dancing a strange dance on the side of the fissure, and a group of sacrifices came up with a golden box.

They chanted something out loud, but the voices couldn't penetrate the dream, blurred, and at the end of the day those people shouted and threw the box down the rift canyon.

Brando shook his head to get this illusion out of his mind.

He instinctively felt that the Minors who had died here might have some kind of mysterious connection to what he had seen in his dreams. He was just reluctant to think too much and was silent for a while, turning back and asking, "Poetry, what else did you find in these people? ”

“I found that their armor and weapons had lost their magic, and this...” The scholar lady walked over and took a small pocket from each body, which should be their purse, and the poem opened the purse only one by one, and then poured out what was inside.

It's a lot of small diamonds, but it's dim and looks more like glass.

“The Minors use magic crystals as currency, but the magic in these crystals has long gone astray.” When Brando looked at these diamonds, he understood the meaning of the poem, and he said, "No, the magic should be absorbed, so you suspect--”

He looked up and looked at the silver fluids in the middle and west of the iceberg.

The poet nodded.

… (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.)