The Amber Sword

After listening to the poem, Brando pressed on Harangya's right hand with a slightly smooth, cold handle, silently pulled out the sword of the earth that had previously been retracted from the tough skin sheath, and the dark blade came out of the sheath, revealing a hint of mountains as thick as rivers.

He raised his head to see the entire underground world staggering beneath the glacier, and around him Veronica, Mayfister, including the dragon, did the same thing.

The ice cave was covered in fog, leaving only the sound of a sheath of weapons.

It is clear that these Minors arrived only after dusk, where the ancient people died, and what it would be - self-evidently - to kill them.

Magic equipment and crystals scattered on Minor remains prove this from the side.

“Poetry, before that thing comes back to life, are you sure it's dormant?” Brando didn't look back, just to mention one thing, the flat voice wasn't high enough to blend in with the ice, absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

The poet nodded behind him.

His Royal Highness Leonard Leonard drew a long sword in his right hand - the crest of the golden eagle on the calf reflected the light of the torch, sparkling brilliance, he had some dark faces that did not have too much extra godliness, his eyebrows dropped, as if he were describing a matter of course: "That is, there may be other monsters of this kind under the glacier.”

Brando turned around and said, "Starr? ”

“Don't look at me, I've never encountered these before...” Sta's fat face frowned tightly: “I only walked this road once, when I turned into a dragon and crossed beneath the ice, just driven by curiosity. I've seen these bodies, and they're almost all over the glacier, but the last time I met something like that ——”

“Count, I think there's a problem here.” The poet suddenly plugged in, and she kept her head down to think about something, and now she looked up at Brando and Veronica.

Brando looked at her too, "he said.” He replied that he had the same doubts in his mind: for whatever reason, the Minors must have had a fierce battle with those monsters here, but that was the end result - the answer I saw in front of me was not necessarily true.

There is also a key question. He looked at the young girl from St. Eboson College, representing the highest academic level in the Cruz Empire, and wanted to get that answer from her. The scholar lady, though a little worthless, was persuasive in her field of expertise, at least in terms of her previous performance, and her wisdom, without being overly repetitive.

“I disagree with His Highness that if there are other monsters of this kind here, then I have some doubts, why don't they do something to resurrect their own kind and wait until the impostor hands on Anrek? I checked the bodies beforehand, and almost all magical objects on the Minors' bodies were drawn clean, but there were also many frost giants whose armor and weapons had not lost their magic, and if they were still alive, why didn't they use the magic on these magical devices to revive their own kind? ”

Faced with the eyes of all, the poet did not panic, and sparkled with a spark of reason in the eyes of the blue sea, he carefully presented his analysis.

Brando whispered, and that's exactly what he was wondering--

However, the interface is not simple, and this is just one of the inferences, which, like untying a task, requires a layer of stripping cocoon. Brando remembers how to solve a series of dramatic tasks, and in "The Sword of Amber" there is no task prompt, saying that all clues need to be deduced and hammered by the players themselves.

He's the most familiar with the process.

He looked at the eldest son of the Cruz, and he needed a man to testify against him, but this young man from the Aurelius family lacked a black face, neither reproaching nor agreeing, as if the poet was not opposed to him.

His Majesty the future Emperor of the Cruz is really not ordinary, Brando is self-appreciating, but at this moment someone is finally talking.

The question was asked by Laurena: "Can they not absorb the magic on Frost Titans' weapons and armor? I mean, these are the existence of the Dusk Age. The Frost Titans are their dead enemies. Maybe there's a way to restrain them? ”

“Impossible, Sister Laurena,” the poet shook her head and suddenly she smiled and looked at Brando: “The Count noticed this too, I noticed you just shook your head gently, can you explain to them that after all, the poet's words alone are not very convincing. ”

When Brando saw the scholar lady winking at herself, and the kind, playful smile, he understood what the latter meant: the scholar lady wanted to use his reputation in Veronica's heart to illustrate the matter, but Brando wasn't upset either, and he looked at everyone and asked, "Have you noticed the weapons in the mercury? ”

“What's a good idea for those wrecked weapons?” Phyllis stunned.

But not everyone's brain structure was a straight line, especially as Laurena looked back at the blades of the Frost Titans and the Minors, and her face changed.

All weapons plugged into mercury have lost their magic.

“The Count watched very carefully, in fact, I also did experiments, and the result of the experiments was that the mercury reacted just as well to the magic equipment of the Frost Titans, except that there was not much residual magic from the ancient times, and one or two pieces might not necessarily bring them back to life -” the poem continued, "Unfortunately, I was too reckless to use the full Moonstone for the next test in a moment, otherwise the trouble would not have been encountered later. ”

“Without all that trouble, we wouldn't necessarily be more vigilant right now," replied Brando. "Put this aside first. Do you have any thoughts on this? ”

Veronica kept hearing about this moment, and a Cruz soldier like her seemed to have a gifted steadiness, just like Her Royal Highness, and the lady lit a little silver blade handle before she asked, "One or two magic pieces are not enough to bring them back to life, which means just a little more, and if there were more like creatures under this glacier, then today we wouldn't see any magic pieces left behind, do you mean like that, poet? ”

The poet nodded.

She went on to say, "In fact, I think we have entered a misunderstanding, Lord Veronica, Count, that when we saw the bodies of these Minors, we thought the monster who killed them must still be alive. But if you think about it, this hypothesis is not necessarily true, and it's quite possible that they were killed here, too, and the body is a piece of silver liquid in this ice cave. ”

“Wait, I see what you're saying. You're saying that these Minors were the last victors, and now we see these bodies as mere fighters who were killed with these monsters, and all these monsters stayed here —— but how is that possible?” Laurena frowned and rebutted.

“It's possible, Sister Laurena, that we always think of these silver monsters as scary, giving them an invincible impression in our hearts. But that is not the case, His Highness killed one of them. Why can't the Minors defeat the descendants of the Golden People?” The poet turned around and looked at the knight and explained in a structured manner.

Laurena opened her mouth and couldn't help but mute: “But...” She paused for a moment, always feeling that there was something wrong there, but it took a while to think about it before forcibly finding a reason: “But I don't understand why, if the Minors were still alive, they wouldn't clean up their companions' bodies and let them expose themselves to the wilderness? ”

Brando shook his head: “It's normal because they're Minor, not Cruz, or Eruin, Minor warriors who admire heroism, and it's a respect for them to leave their companion's body on the battlefield. ”

“So the Minors stayed, did they stay here? We'll meet them? ”

Brando shook his head, and all of a sudden, fantasies appeared in his mind about the dream, and the images of the Minor walking on the glittering glacier were wavering in front of him. He closed his eyes, as if he had taken a silent break before answering: "No, the Minors, though descendants of the people of gold, are not ancient Minors after all, nor do they have the same longevity as giant dragons. ”

“That's a good feeling,” Phyllis finally took a breath when he heard about it, answering out loud: "The Minors are fine, these monsters are fine, and since they're all dead, it's not a good thing to try. ”

At first glance, Brando looked at this huge, reckless ignorance. Sometimes it's a blessing, at least he doesn't feel nervous and scared. But is it really that simple, not necessarily, that the poet's reason makes sense, but he never forgets what kind of place this is.

This is a replica--

“Phyllis, what we're talking about is speculation, and nobody knows what's hidden beneath this ice, and if you just relax, it's a big mistake.” The poet sighed, obviously not the first day she met our lucky knight, either.

“Poetry, you're scaring me again, aren't you?” Phyllis played a ha-ha.

“Just not necessarily.” Brando's hand hasn't left his sword since the beginning, and he looks up and looks at the dark shadows between the glaciers: “Have you considered a question, why did the Minors come here? ”

“Didn't she run away, Wang Jilte he...” the poet replied quietly, but her voice was getting smaller and smaller as the scholar lady saw Brando shake her head gently.

Brando didn't answer this time, but in his mind, the scene of the Minors throwing that golden box into the Rift Valley was repeating itself, over and over again, as if it were a clip of an old movie--

Haunted Minor witch doctor.

Sacrificer.

Golden cabinet.

Rift Valley.

The abyss of the unseen --

He shut his mouth, an unknown momentum spreading from his back, and everyone around him seemed afraid to speak any more, except Veronica, who whispered, “Brando, which way should we go next? ”

“Go get Paia and ask her where her brother is.” Brando didn't go back, just so.

… (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.)