The Amber Sword

Less than an inch away from the sharp ice prism, a network of silver wires extending on the ice appeared behind Brando in due course, the wall, defined in the law as blocking the interior and exterior from the surface, also had the effect of stopping, Brando fell on a grid of equal distances composed of a silver wire, the corresponding force returned from the wall of the law, through which he rolled back, at least not into the frozen earth

At the same time, the silver line bent downwards, absorbing a huge impact when he landed. Then a clear and bright voice emerged in the cold wind: “In the name of the law, walls, tension, shelter, Tara Soho's scepter, lightning strikes back ——”

A force field shield five feet tall, five feet wide and emitting blue light appeared in front of Brando, while a lightning tore the fog from the ice cream and made a chirping noise, like a long golden snake, winding towards Cybers, who stood at the center of the frozen earth realm; although the king of the Frost Knight did not move, he tore the beam to pieces with his hands, and he raised his head, the fog from the ice cream dissipated, revealing the drifting behind

A young wizard floating in the middle of the sky - Charles.

As early as after the Battle of Ambessel, Brando had been studying ways of confronting the extremes, and after being shown, the cards of the brigade magicians had been linked to the brigade magicians according to the rules, and once blocked, there was hardly any other way to be re-summoned to his side than at the moment of resettlement every day. So the idea of making a Brigadier Mage card was actually born from then on, as a subordinate of Brando's separation.

Permissions, in the rules, are undoubtedly regarded as part of his body, so Brando can summon any set of cards in the Master card to himself at any time, ignoring the limits of distance, ignoring the boundaries, and even vice versa, which means that Brando can now even leave the extreme plains whenever he wishes.

It just doesn't make sense, he understands that he can only get rewards for that mission if he beats Cybers here.

He knows exactly what that could be.

The silver eyes of the King of the Frost Knights reveal a surprising glimmer. After the fog split, he saw it as if it wasn't the magician's card with the silver wand and the white robe —— the silver wizard Charles -- but the time had passed, and back a thousand years ago, the man who had been crowned the dragon of the world: the dark title, just one facing him, one facing him, both speaking at the same time:

“Sebastian, can you see this land tomorrow? ”

“Frost Knight King, thank you for your hospitality, but it's my turn to attack...”

Two voices echoed interwoven in his eardrums, Cybers almost squeezed his eyes, and his eyes quietly burned with phosphorus, with different answers, but with the same power and breath, the same fate and pursuit, he could even marvel at that horrible force - the scene of thirteen top managers fighting unknown enemies on the ancient battlefield, as if it were yesterday's memories. It's just the eyes.

Unlike any other young man he has ever met, neither Legion Leader Odin nor Kings of the Sword of Arbitration, is there any other supreme administrator in the world?

But time has stopped for him to think--

Brando borrowed on the silver equidistant net and the line and launched an assault on him; meanwhile, the summoned Charles floating in the sky was singing a new spell, a soaring dragon tongue, full of magical words jumping, and pressure piercing the restless space like a sharp paw. Sebastian took it all in his eyes, and after millions of battles, it was a trick in his eyes.

His heart seemed to dissolve easily just by raising his hand, but he still watched the scene with great interest, as if watching an interesting thing sprout.

“Perhaps this is the man.” He thought.

The intersection of electricity and light, the sparks splashed, Brando's sword of the earth severely chopped over Frost Winner Sina's sword ridge, and he was amazed because he didn't even see when Cybers was moving, which was a line faster than he thought. The next moment, five hot, golden-red lines had bypassed him, piercing behind Cybers like a sharp dagger, not a flame of convergence of elements, purely high.

The Golden Wire of Heat and Temperature -

“Hot, hot and sporty -” Charles's voice is still sharp as a blade.

The golden red flame struck the back of the Frost Knight King straight, and Brando could even see the explosion flames rising with the sparks dotted by the stars, but he was greatly disappointed that Cybers did not move, projecting a pale number of injuries on the pale projection on his retina that was a huge zero: Unbreakable?! How could this guy's defenses suddenly rise so much! Turn your head, Sebastian. The sky in your orbit.

White phosphorus almost contrasts with his inner anxiety, and Brando almost choked for a while.

“Lord, I feel the law is frozen by him!” Charles cautioned eagerly with a heartbeat.

The King of Frost Knights and all that power? It was cold in Brando's heart and hurried away from each other's sight. He wandered nine weeks after the wind to try to find a suitable moment to enter. Unfortunately, at this moment, Sebastian behaved like a war-skilled swordsman, waiting for Brando's last blow in his spare time, which discouraged him a little. As a matter of fact, Brando has lost his mind at this moment, and he's been through a lot of fighting.

Fighting is a front-line opportunity, and some of those other fights have no chance of winning, and as a wise player, or swordsman at the moment, you should understand when to choose to back off.

He decided to fight for the last time, and Charles' law of protection was still on him, and if he couldn't do it, he would let Hippamilla pull him off the extreme plain with Charles.

Unexpectedly, at this point, Sebastian suddenly opened his mouth again, and when it rang lightly, he held Brando's sword with the Sorcerer Fingers in his hand. And the heavily sandy voice asked, "Young man, I wonder what your purpose is in pursuit of strength? ”

Brando whispered slightly, but he subconsciously thought it was just a means for the other party to distract himself and did not react at all.

Between the spark stones, there were two or three swords --

“You may not understand this, only when you understand what Odin's inheritance means will I be able to transfer it to you with confidence...”

This time Brando finally moved, blocking the sword blade that Cybers stabbed, and asked quickly, "What are you trying to say, my dear Frost Knight King? ”

“I mean, there's a secret behind this power in the tip of the iceberg, and you may have guessed it, but only those who truly accept it may qualify for the ultimate inheritance of the Dragon of Darkness. ”

The two of them questioned and answered, but not slowly, three long swords lightningly staggered, Brando on the bright side backed in a row, he couldn't help but bite his teeth, at least in swordsmanship, he found himself to have no advantage at all, the sword in Cybers' hands had become more and more pure, as if the previous king of knights had been teasing him. Finally, he grabbed a void and said, “Secret, you mean hidden behind the battle of the saints.

With the truth? ”

The fire of the soul in Sebastian's orbit suddenly lit up, and he suddenly retracted his sword, giving Brando a breathing opportunity: "You're smarter than I thought, young man. ”

This has nothing to do with intelligence, because Brando's knowledge of the battle of the saints is not inferior to that of the two present - Sebastians and St. Osor after the wind, and as a bystander, he may even see it clearer; the mysteries of the battle of the saints, though numerous, do not seem to Brando to have any deep reasons behind it, and the Minors are arrogant day after day, and they have endless boundaries for the people of silver.

The squeeze eventually brewed the war, the flame of the war burned all over the continent, ‘the pioneer led the way in the barbarity of darkness, the silver people scattered over the earth' said this history, but the Bukas and the fog elves eventually won, and they set the post-war order of the saints, but only because of the human multiplication of black iron.

This is an official setting and cannot be overturned.

Brando mounted the sword of the earth on a silver lattice in front of Sebastian's sword collection, gasping heavily, but he raised his head and couldn't help but ask: “Do you want to say that the Four Saints concealed the truth that the Dark Dragon Odin was the righteous party in the Battle of the Saints?” His tone was untrustworthy, and it was called watching the wind of the battle quietly while St. Osor was curious, in her impression, that Brando was different from the flames.

The rest of the people under the Temple, when he spoke of her and the four Krauts, had a tone of reverence, but had no fear, unlike those who had been brainwashed. But at this moment, Brando's tone is undoubtedly biased towards their side.

Although St. Osor deserves to ask herself about history, she is undoubtedly pleased with Brando's trust in this moment.

“No, not all of it. I don't want to talk about history with success or failure. It's just a shallow view of you mortals. I don't mean to open the river, young man. I just want to show you something.” Sebastian smiled and replied, his eyes were very interesting.

Brando frowned.

He was already communicating privately with Sister of the Elf, St. Osol, but St. Osol's answer was curious: "No, let him go on, Brando, I don't think maybe he's wrong —— remember, Cybers is not one of those smart-tongued princesses around that guy, he's a real warrior! ”

Brando nodded and looked at the king of the Frost Knight. After the sword was collected, the battle between the two sides ended. Although Brando was very upset by this battle, it was purely a repression of strength, and if he could maintain his full strength, he felt he could not necessarily single-handedly pick the Frost Knight King: “What do you want to show me?” He asked.

“It's just a battlefield. ”

Sebastian answered in the shadows, raising his hand, and the view of the extreme plains changed dramatically again ——

“Our world has an eternal battle. ”

Brando was mocking what he meant in that sentence, but his pupils were already showing him amazing images - a seemingly endless wilderness, but not just a meadow rolling in the wind like a wheat wave, and at the end of the horizon, two huge armies were marching. Even after the wind, St. Osor was slightly humbled, and Brando probably understood what she was sighing about, because the army on the horizon, the Army of the Minor's Black Wings, had the beauty of the Dark Dragon's right wing, the Minor's elite.

“Black Wings, we defeated this army in the Great Swamp at the cost of many lives, and Ellanta lost an eye forever in this battle. ”

Brando nodded, even knowing the story behind it and the sacrifice of Otales, a battle that in future generations wrote a magnificent poem for the poet to praise the devotion and sacrifice of his ancestors.

“So what is this place, have you ever had another war with them? ”

St. Osor shook his head blankly.

Apparently, she was also surprised by the scene before her.

Brando looked at the other side of the sky and wondered who the enemies of these arrogant Minors were - an army of the same magnitude as Black Cloud City.

Side by side, Sebastian still seemed to be immersed in his memory, telling the story: "In this war, I belonged to the Seventh Column of the Land Corps, and I was honored to be a commander under Lord Odin--”

“Army of the earth? Aren't they black wings?” Brando seemed to have heard the name for the first time, but felt somewhat familiar with it.

The King of the Frost Knight looked at him and answered the question: "Unlike what you think, this legion has been handed down for more years than you can imagine, and even we cannot know the history of the system. As if this Legion sequence existed before the Minors were born, and some say it even came from the time of the Gods, before the destruction of Fort Babel, but warriors like us, as branded in the blood, were born part of this Legion, and this memory seems to be inherited from the soul, so that we understand our place in this vast sequence, and everyone has this responsibility. ”

“You, can you imagine--”

Brando opened his mouth slightly and he didn't understand what he was saying for a while.

A legion by birth? What's going on here? But all of a sudden he felt like he had heard such a name in the game.

“As I said, this is an eternal battle, as if it had not begun, nor would it cease, and the army of the earth exist forever, as if only to confront the enemies of their destiny.” The King of the Frost Knights replied in the shadows.

“The enemy of destiny? ”

“Brando...” St. Osor's voice suddenly came: “Look over there! ”

Brando rarely heard the wind speak to him in such a hurried tone that he frowned and turned back unconsciously, but what he saw was a flash on the horizon, not a magical glow, but some strange fold. Is that a reflection of the armor? No, not really. Brando squinted his eyes, and at that moment he finally saw what these refractive lights were coming from.

It's a crystal color.

Cluster.

No, it should be said that the armies of the clusters

Brando couldn't help but breathe consciously, and Martha had never seen or imagined so many clusters, either here or in the game.

What the hell is that?

… (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.)