The Amber Sword

The weapon in the hands of the Minors, with its luminous surface flashing with clusters of crystals, collided heavily with two flashing lines on the horizon. It was an unimaginable scene for ordinary people who had not experienced war, the earth sounded deafening, killing like a tsunami, drowning the cries of the living, inundating fear, hesitation, all negative emotions, the dust of war that covered the sky, and the glowing sun dimmed it.

The scene is eye-catching and real.

But the history books do not record such a war, the piles of white ivory towers scattered throughout the Ka people, the dust and the literature under the spider web, no. In the game, the players convey all kinds of information, the mysteries above the forum are strange, still not.

Clusters of crystals, this player's impression of a species born in the crystal jungle, seem to be a scattered population isolated from the historical mainline in the game. They exist in rare corners of the world and only occasionally appear on the adventurer's journey. Historically, their record is blank, from the advent of the Gods to the destruction of the fortress of Babel to the Golden Nation, opening up the second century of mortals, the Silver Nation.

Rising and burning on the earth, the flames of black iron and the flag of the eagle and the Hydra pattern rose, and in this long history, historians, the wizards of the white robe wrote only a daft and uniform few words about them - ‘They have no wisdom, no awareness, as if they were a crystal derivative, by instinct to attack the intruders close to the territory’.

The players' perceptions begin here and differ - as if the clusters were natural mutineers and cannon ash set up by the system, adding some mysterious colors only to this world of light and land.

But who ever thought, on the back of history, there was such a great battle.

One side of the war, the noble golden people, the Minors, the founders of the empire, the ancestors, the servants of the Dark Dragon, was once the enemy of a world, but hatred could not conceal their shining blood - the golden blood that the gods and gods promised to their children. And the other side, out of Brando's imagination —— or the other half of his soul -- was Sophie's imagination, which was a cluster, a rare impression.

And sporadic communities, as the pioneers have documented, should follow their instincts like beasts, but here the clusters form a whole army, with their own flags, armor and weapons, discipline, organization and size no less than the descendants of the Gods they face.

Brando realized he might have seen another civilization, a strange civilization he'd never heard of, isolated from the backdrop of history.

Clusters of civilizations.

“Wait, I should have guessed...” Brando suddenly realized that they all seemed to have subconsciously overlooked one thing: when exactly did these crystal-born lives begin to appear on the earth? In a glaring retrospective, history is a void, yet these tiny lives already existed when the world was created from the first line of poetry.

At this point, he suddenly remembered the words of Elaine the Deer Shemale: 'The master fought with that man against a strange enemy.’ Master, it's Traciman, the man, it's Dragon Odin of Darkness —— and those enemies, they're clusters.

Well, then.

What exactly are they and where do they come from?

Why fought the Minors and went there after the Saints' War?

He turned his attention to Cybers, the king of the Frost Knight, and the only one there who could possibly answer his questions. Sebastian sighed, “Do you understand, St. Osor? ”

Brando had no idea what that phrase meant. Perhaps only the soul after the wind in his ring could answer, but the elf sister, who had always been strong, chose unusual silence at this moment. After a moment, her voice finally sounded: "Thank you for answering a question I've been asking, but that doesn't mean anything, you want to say that Odin and his army of earth guard the world; but gold

The decay of the people does not manifest itself on one end, Sebastian, not that we rise up against you, but that you have chosen your own path to this inevitable failure —— "

“Thousands - hundreds - years — come. ”

When Brando frowned and listened to the conversation between them in the fog, Sebastian exclaimed in a shadow: "I also understood that, Saint Osor, the Horseman of Heaven and Blue opened the age of mortals, the stars fell and formed the earth, and then the people of gold disappeared, and the people of silver scattered over the earth, so much so that the rise of the people of black iron, you, the kingdom built with Gilt, the King of Fire, I do not mean to say that they were unintentional.

Yi, remember what I said, it's just right and wrong here, not the point... ”

“Sebastian, what exactly are you trying to say? ”

“I just want to say that the failure of the Minors, the establishment of the four kingdoms, has long been anticipated by my king. ”

“It's impossible! ”

“It is possible, St. Osor, that you are an elf, and I am a human being, even if I am a people of gold, but I can still feel the greed and desire that belong to this shell - that is the source of civilization.” The sparkling fire of the soul in the eyes of the Frost Knight King standing on the meadow was bright and wise, as if a hole had penetrated the yoke of time: "Historical millennium repeats, no exceptions, human beings, elves, dynasty overthrown

, but so. From the Minor dynasty, to the Krutz empire, to this little kingdom where our little friend lives, where there have been no exceptions? Competition for profit, conspiracy, nothing more. ”

“St. Osor, where are the fog elves who followed you? ”

After the wind, even Brando felt the spiritual shock of this elf sister, and she did not speak.

“Then why did Odin have to make this choice out of helplessness? So where did these clusters go after the Saints' War?” Brando asked the question that he wanted most in his heart at this moment.

“I don't know.” Cybers' answer was simple and straightforward.

“Don't you know?” Brando's almost freaked out. If you don't know, what's the point of letting it all out?

“This land of war is called Minhar in our language, and today, to the east of St. Osor with Farnzan, which you are familiar with, I followed the king across the Alkash Mountains to fight these mysterious enemies, and I know nothing more about them than you, but the ancient language inherited from my blood tells me that they existed before the Minhars existed. They are our enemies. This war is long overdue.

Persistent - but in my time, the Minor and Cluster wars lasted only a short time, with five brigade magicians like you participating in the war, and then I went back to the Alfalfa Field with the Black Wings Corps, as if shortly afterwards the war had become silent in order to suppress the growing resistance within the Empire. ”Sebastian came.

“Then why are you here, Sebastian, since this war has nothing to do with you?” Brando frowned and asked.

“For I have been commanded to wait here, to wait for a man who understands the true meaning of the ‘fool'.” The King of the Frost Knight stared at Brando and replied word for word.

Fool.

Brando remembers his inheritance from the dragon of darkness, but what does the fool mean? From what Cybers describes at this moment, is it the Savior? Or someone with fanatical self-sacrifice? Either way, Brando feels he doesn't have it, and he doesn't want to be, except for Eruin, who remembers that the world may not be as close to him as he thinks it is. But the problem is...

Why did the Dragon of Darkness pick him, or did he just happen to run into luck?

The answer is not so solid, and perhaps for thousands of years, few, if any, have been able to touch the sealed stone of the Dark Dragon, but why did Odin not choose Amman? Is it because Amman is the sacrifice of the Temple of Fire? This reason may not be correct, because it can be seen from Cybers' description that Odin's prejudice towards the Four Saints has not been perceived by their descendants or perhaps by many.

“You mean I know what ‘fool’ means, but I don't.” Brando replied somewhat cautiously, having to say that he was still worried about his answer, and that Sebastian would choose to take back the Dark Dragon heirloom, which, I must say, still means a great deal to him now. Both the powerful force itself and the witch's support behind it, especially the former, have helped him defeat powerful enemies many times, while Baba

Sha and her followers are obviously also a potentially powerful force.

No one knows more about the infiltration and understanding of the world than Brando.

But he had to ask, is Cybers presenting himself today beyond his understanding, making him aware of the enormous secrets hidden behind the world, that the gift of the 'fool' could be hidden in a great crisis, and that if Cybers told him that he had inherited the gift of the fool, he would have to inherit the responsibility of saving the world? What choice should he make? Brando doesn't think he's that capable yet.

Sebastian's soulfire eyes lingered on his face for a moment.

“You'll see.” He replied slowly.

“What?” This answer was unexpected by Brando, and the King of the Frost Knight puzzled him. This firm tone reminded him of a wrinkled and staggered face beneath the gypsies' tents. The Minors admired a mysterious culture. In their eyes, fate was unknown and definitive, without chance, only inevitable. But Brando - Sophie's double soul cannot accept this answer, and if it is a task, then he should have the power to know everything and make choices, not to hide in this linguistic maze.

If, again, this is in the world of Amber Sword.

He stared at each other and revealed a mystery that could not be answered.

But Sebastian seemed to have expected this: “The fool is not a fixed meaning, it represents this kind of behavior, and I read your past from your eyes, and I think you are exactly the man, the young man, the first king to wait for. ”

“My past? ”

“Some people are doomed to inaction, but others can always work toward their goals, even if they clumsily repeat ridiculous failures, and if they are not understood, they may fail, but once they succeed, they will be called miracles, recited by all - most of whom have become fools in the eyes of ordinary people, whose stupidity is not stubbornness, but a clearer understanding of what they are doing than others. ”

“You mean Odin...”

“I mean you, young man, you know what you want to do. ”

Brando was silent and he knew exactly what he wanted to do. Perhaps in the view of most people, the storm of Eluín is shaking, only to repeat the history of a dynasty that took place decades ago, or even a hundred years ago, when the rotten dynasty was mentioned as a new soil, and after the fall of the Sifah royal family, a new moon rose in Korkova, but his master, the inflexible Eluín, remained. Only this time it was different, everyone ignored that potential enemy in the east, the dark aristocracy scattered over the centuries and now united under the supreme and only mercury cane, and perhaps in forty years history will repeat itself, and the Eruin belonging to the Eruin will cease to exist.

Or this kingdom is just a name that stands for something, but for him, that silver flag is covered with many familiar bodies, Her Royal Highness, the goddess of martial arts, and the memory of many fighting side by side in faith.

So he has to be one step ahead.

Stupid?

Perhaps in the eyes of Antittina, in the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess, in the eyes of Red Copper Dragon Retto, and in the eyes of all his followers, his enemies, and bystanders, there is something strange, just as Cagris still does not understand why he always has to be proactive, even though he and Antittina agree that his lord has greater ambitions in his heart - to be like the first Jun Acme. Brando did want to be like that, but the title was not the king of the land, but the foreman who led the people out of the thorns and darkness.

“Is this... the fool?” Brando asked herself.

“It's not just that, I can't tell you much, but I have a voice in my blood that tells me that you will understand all of this. Young man, you too, me too, and that noble soul in your ring, all of us are exploring, the world is an absurd stage in the eyes of many, a place of fame, a place of charm, a place of conspiracy, a place of trickery, where they bind their eyes to a shallow cage, a cage where their desires and their thoughts," The King of the Frost Knights smiles mysteriously: “But we're not, you know what I'm saying, because the world is not as simple as it is, right? ”

Brando creeps.

The world is not as simple as it is.

He doesn't know if Cybers meant anything, but at least, in his opinion, he did —— because he knew the world's past life, this present life, and he had another name, called The Sword of Amber, a name that only he knew. Anyone who knows as well as he does what this name stands for, is isolated from him at this moment in another world.

“This secret…” Brando hesitated, "is it related to those clusters? ”

“Perhaps, but perhaps not, there is a voice in the underworld that tells me the truth behind that war, but I know very little. Lord Odin didn't tell me much, he sealed his whole life's knowledge in this inheritance, he didn't force you to choose anything, but history went on and on, and it was no coincidence that the battle of the saints would happen, and if I'm not mistaken, the war would be upon the world again. ”

Brando didn't answer, but he knew that the Frost Knight King guessed well.

It's just history repeating itself, perhaps not the fate of the underworld, but the selfishness and greed of civilization repeating itself. The forthcoming war against the tablets is a footnote to that end.

So after all, is civilization itself at fault?

Brando frowned and shook his head, and he felt his head was going to blow up, something he probably shouldn't worry about. He exhaled, not knowing what St. Osor, Seibers and Odin were really after, but at least he knew what he was after, superficial or noble, and he finally did what he had to do, adhering to the stubborn character he had developed in the game.

He raised his head and decided to stop playing dumb with the king of the knight, which, in his view, might be entirely the evil taste of the Frost King himself, the Minors admiring mystery, and they were always careful to play with their agnostic theory, but Brando had his own set of ways of doing things - he interrupted Cybers' long story: “You mean, I'm the only one who understands all this to be eligible to inherit the dragon of darkness. ”

“No.”

Sebastian shook his head: “In fact, the strength you showed in the beginning is already inheritable, and I just want to tell you what happened behind this war, whether it's the Cruz or the Pokémon, it's far from a time to be worry-free. ”

Brando stared quietly at the Frost Knight King.

The potential meaning in his eyes is: 'In that case, what's the point of the bullshit you said earlier? ’

If it were a living person, it might be a little embarrassing to look at Brando's questioning, but Cybers is a dead spirit, and the millennial ice wind would have frozen his cheeks as thick as a skull, so the Frost Knight King could not change color: "Because this is what I am waiting for here. ”

“What does that have to do with me?” Brando questioned, hesitating or deciding to be honest: "I will not go down the path of the Dark Dragon, and it seems to me that all I inherit is his legacy, not his will, and I hope you understand that. ”

When Brando said this, he felt a little praise coming from his heart.

“Lord St. Osor?” He couldn't help but wonder.

But the wind did not respond.

“Aren't you afraid I'll take your inheritance back, young man?” Sebastian got cold.

“I'm afraid that's not up to you, Dear Frost Knight King, although I don't know why Odin chose me, it's my will.” Brando's tone becomes certain, and if he doesn't understand what this guy means after all this time, then he can actually crash together: “Whether you accept it or not, so be it, I'm Brando, not the Dragon of Darkness ——”

“Exactly the same stubbornness. ”

The King of the Frost Knight smiled slightly.

Laughter filled with void voices of the dead.

… (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.)