The Amber Sword

“Brando, have you noticed? ”

The thin figure of the Hunter Girl walking along the cliff ahead, rocking and shaking, said she had seen her brother in a dream through a razor-sharp ice wall, cold and windy, surrounded by a maze hall made up of hundreds of ice prisms.

This is what people see when they pass through the ice trails of ancient carcasses:

The glacier beneath the ground seemed to be suddenly cut with a knife, the entire section appeared in front of it, the section stretched from the ground to the surface on nearly a thousand feet, forming a wall-like abyss; standing on the edge of the ice section, it appeared to be a sky with gray cold winds roaring upwards, down a bottomless abyss, the north wind wrapped in disordered magic from hundreds of feet away and tsunami, and the white was like tens of thousands of ghosts.

It's like a mythical winter horse driving for the Northern Wind Goddess, Jupiter, or an ice-blue river, like a river and a river.

This scene, as Paia described earlier, was unbearable when everyone came here.

Seeking answers with dreams sounds fantastic. Although the witches firmly believe that dreams herald reality, most people think it's absurd, and even Veronica, who supports Brando, thinks that this young lord's ideas are a little too much to think about. Of course, Laurena and Poetry have little doubts.

The Emperor's eldest son did not hesitate to do so, as if that frigid divine colour were his symbol.

And the only people who supported Brando, besides those who followed him as strongly as Cecil and Metisa did in his decision, were the witches and Phyllas.

As for the latter, there is no need to ask, and our knight is willing to believe everything he sees well, no matter how absurd the reason for that belief may be.

But Brando himself had a hunch, in fact, that he had been under the illusion all day —— that something was guiding them.

He remembered his weird dream more than once, with those eyes behind him that couldn't figure out why.

“You mean that voice on the ice? ”

Suddenly there was a familiar voice in his head that had been defying him for a long time. Brando responded slightly and immediately: "Lord St. Osor, are you awake? ”

The sound on the ice has been following them from the time they crossed the staggered cracks beneath that long ice, and that low, murky sound is hardly noticeable hundreds of feet away, and if it weren't for the dark magic flowing, Brando would occasionally even think it was just an illusion.

But apparently he wasn't the only one on the team who noticed this, and Aloz and Grey Sword Saint were both more alert.

Anything that can move under the ice, except glacial worms, may be something that is unclear, but glacial worms rarely travel between faults, and Brando knows that very well.

“Not this, but part of your body is getting restless, don't you realize that, little guy?” St. Osor's voice was a little lazy, but soon got serious, saying in her characteristic 'serious, slightly derisive tone': "You're in no good mental state, in which case you expect me to fall asleep? ”

“Bad mental state? What are you talking about? ”

Brando has some confusion. Since entering the Black Forest, the Elf Sister has had very little time to talk to him. She has only sporadically talked to him about the wartime of the Saints. More often, she is urging him to learn about swordsmanship and the loss of the Fog Elves. Today she suddenly wakes up and must have noticed something special.

“Confused, you were influenced by that dream, and here's something calling you, it's trying to influence your mind.” Saint Osor replied seriously.

Brando remembered the golden box like a needle prick, and he calmed himself down and asked, "Lord St. Osor, have you noticed anything? ”

“I think that thing, I don't know if you're lucky or unlucky.” Elf Mistress sighed.

Brando slightly flashed.

“When we drove one Minor southward and chased them from the plains north of Eruin all the way into the then dark-forested south, after the Dark Dragon was sealed, they stole one of the seals from Yasu, trying to enter the ring of the wind to gather the other seal, and we and the Silver Elves chased them to this end, we thought they had fled from the direction of Butch into Madara, forming the Minor descendants there today. I didn't expect them to split into two parts, part of them going east through the frost forest ——"

“Wait,” Brando Chestnut shocked, and suddenly he called this fog elf sage in his heart, asking, "You said they stole one of the seals from Yasu and wanted to go into the ring of the wind to collect the other seal. You said it wasn't a grey gem, right? ”

“What else is there besides it?” St. Osor's voice got a little upset and it didn't look like the chase was going very well.

Brando instantly understood something. Once again, the golden box of the Great Rift Valley abandoned by the Minors appeared in his mind. He looked up at the mirror-smooth cliff and looked a little strange.

“Understand?”

“Understood, but I don't understand why they didn't take the seal, take it aboard, and leave it here.” Brando asked in his heart.

There is some hidden anticipation in his heart that if the first seal of the Dark Dragon has brought him endless benefits, the fanatical power of the talent of the fool is now almost one of his greatest killers, let alone the loyalty of the witch.

Though St. Osor's words do not sound so happy, Brando understands her mood. Whatever she says, the elf sage is probably worried that the Dragon of Darkness will be resurrected again.

Brando is not without such concern, but he sees this power more as a piece of data in the game, and writing blank text on the people's panel is really hard to feel at risk; at least so far, there's hardly anything unexpected about Brando's part of the game, so he has reason to believe that this unimaginable person's panel won't pit him on this issue.

Unless this ghostly ‘system’ itself is a ghost created by the Dark Dragon.

But that's unlikely, because Odin is just a travel magician. Brando actually has a hunch that this‘ system ’is far more permissive than a travel magician, because this‘ system 'can perfectly accommodate a travel magician, and as a modern man, he has never heard of a low-level system that can completely accommodate advanced systems, which is illogical.

Saint Osor ‘looked at' him in his world of thought, and Brando's eyes appeared around him with the hands of his elf sister —— she obviously saw what Brando was thinking at a glance, but as always, this wise man did not blame Brando for his thoughts that he did not think otherwise, but revealed a proud divine answer: “Who knows, maybe they can't take it away, you know that they have behind them our Legion of Forest Brigades and the dragon king cavalry of the Silver Elves, with the seal of the dragon of darkness, and they want God to leave the land unconsciously, which is a bit too paranoid. ”

With regard to Elf Sister, Brando was skeptical that if the Fog Elves and Silver Elves were so powerful, the Minors would not necessarily be able to cross the Lion Level on the border between Eluin and Cruz - of course, there was no Eluin at that time, but the Lion Level had been built since the first battle.

But it would be rude of him not to wisely get involved in this issue and to offend a lady elf, and it would be unwise to offend a woman of exceptional strength and age. He skipped the question decisively and asked, "Master Sage, are you saying that the grey stone is not far from us, can we find a way to get it back? ”

“Do you really want it back?” St. Osor took another look at him.

“Of course, I need strength now, Lord St. Osor, you know. I'll handle it carefully, don't worry.” Brando replied.

Sister Jinn suddenly chuckled: “What are you worried about, little one? I didn't say you couldn't go and get it back. It's better than letting you absorb the seal than falling into the hands of those who didn't mean it. Besides, Odin also recognized you, didn't he? There aren't many people who can make that arrogant guy look at you. I still don't understand that he likes you. ”

St. Osor nodded with his hand against his chin: “I guess I still have too many eyes. ”

“So?” Brando got a little excited, as if the depression of being watched throughout the day had also swept away at this moment.

“Don't be too happy, little man," Saint Osor chuckled. “You want to know where that thing is? Actually, big doesn't have to be, it's not far from you, and it's getting closer. ”

“Getting closer?” Brando snapped.

“The leader of that Minor is named Sebastian Ansu, you may not have heard of him, but he was a famous man in our time. The Krutz call him the Last Frost Guard, meaning that after him there will be no better Frost Knight...”

St. Osor's sudden idle chat made the following statement: "If he is not murdered or usurped, he should keep the grey stones. The Frost Knight will take an oath, and once they take an oath, they will always keep their word, from life to death -"

“You know what I mean? ”

Brando gazed at the elegant elf lady who was' in front ’of him, and the wise man glistened at the moment in his eyes as deep as the stars, glittering like a little girl waiting to see the cunning light of a good play.

Just kidding, how could he not recognize Sebastian Ansu, the leader of the Minor Black Crow clan, the last Lord of the Frost Knight, a man who guarded the narrow mouth of the Winter Tsunami in the final battle, and who made the entire White Wolf Corps of Cruz incapable of entering and thus becoming a laughingstock?

The mountaineer continues to recite that the lone wolf he rides at the mouth of the mountain, as if he were independent of the world, painted on a red stone board, is his personal glory.

Such a hero who appears only in legend and epic poetry, and now looks at what St. Osor means, as if he's about to come to their trouble?

Are you kidding me? This guy was on the list of opponents of the year: Gilt the King of Fire, St. Osor the Wind, Archbishop Fanzan and Ellanta the Mountain River.

What is he, Brando?

But Brando suddenly turned back oddly, and the voice of St. Osor had just fallen, and a squeaky noise came from the top of everyone's head. St. Mayfist, Aloz and Veronica of the Grey Sword raised their heads simultaneously, and all they could see was a visible crack in the middle of the ice above their heads that was spreading forward at a fast pace.

“Careful, Paia! ”

Laurena suddenly shouted.

… (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.)