The Amber Sword

“Don't hit me, I remember, it seems that there is one thing...” Starr hurriedly held his head in his short hand filled with baby fat and screamed: “I said yes, I robbed them, but those guys are a bunch of poor eggs, they have nothing to eat! ”

Little Mother dragon grabbed her back neck with no anger and pulled backwards to interrupt: “Who asked you this! Tell us, where the hell is that Sulash? ”

“Oh, no, I don't really know that guy you guys are talking about.” Little Fat Dragon was pulled a little, and he shrugged his neck and yelled in dismay: “Really, I swear, I swear, I swear on Lord Bahamet's third scale! ”

“Dragon god don't want a disgraceful guy like you, look how slippery you are! ”

“Aloz, that's enough.” Brando had to stop the farce, "you let go of Starr, I have a question for him. ”

Little Mother dragon answered politely, “Why should I do what you tell me?” Nevertheless, she let go of the Stars. Poor the latter, shaken by her eyes by Venus, recovered for almost a while.

Starr took a breath and finally realized that his future employer seemed to have some weight in front of Aloz 'mother dragon. A naturally conceived slipper made him want to hide behind Brando immediately, only that he had just been ready to move his short leg, and Aloz was set there with his golden eyes faint and frightened.

Brando pretended not to see this guy's little move: "Starr, you said you didn't know Surash? So, who is the one who made the pact with you? ”

“No, that's not the same thing. The man I made the pact with, but..." Frost Junior dragon suddenly jammed the shell.

“But?” Aloz revealed snow-white and dangerous pointy teeth.

“No, no, no,” Starr shook his fat short hand in a hurry: “I mean, actually, I don't know about that thing you guys are talking about...”

“Then what are you selling?” The grumpy little female dragon kicked past with her boots directly lifted.

“Wow!” Starr shrugged, shrieking, "I'm not selling Guan, I'm just, I'm just not sure! ”

“Starr, you may say so.” Watching Aloz and Starr wrinkle Veronica's eyebrows in front of herself forced her to speak voluntarily, and the time perception of the two dragons annoyed her a little, not knowing if this was a side effect of a long lifespan or if the dragons themselves ignored these ‘insignificant’ dangers.

'Cause the journal says the red pole, I saw it too. I remember before and after thunder, when the night came, the columns appeared and went straight into the sky, forming a golden vortex on the clouds. ”

“How long did it last?” Brando continued to ask.

“Six months, the landscape lasted six months before gradually fading away!” Little Fat Dragon said, "But I really don't know what that is. This obviously risky thing, I'm not going to look closer! ”

“That's surprisingly in line with your cowardice. Come on, eat my paw.” Aroz makes a cynical assessment.

“It's not cowardice, it's wisdom. The gentleman did not stand under the wall of danger, whoa--” Little Fat Dragon was almost scratched in the face by Aloz 'pointy fingernails before he finished his sentence.

Veronica turned around, and after what happened to Cybers, it seemed that all the Krutzians had finally learned to converge. The noble officers became very careful and cautious at the moment, and their faces were more or less pale, perhaps frozen or frightened.

But what the head of the women's regiment really cares about is Brando: "Little guy, how's it going? ”

“Lord Veronica, a man as intelligent as a demon as a priest who is not an Inyer," Brando's blind trust in this corps leader and lady seems somewhat helpless, and the memory of the previous generation does not always apply in this sparsely documented Hibernate Temple, even he can only speculate from experience.

But he thought about it, and he said, "But I think I've got some ideas. ”

“Look." Veronica looked at him with green eyes and picked a curved eyebrow at him playfully. Unfortunately, only Brando noticed the minor move, which was extremely age- and identity-disagreeable, by the head of the regiment.

Around the time of thunder, which lasted about six months, was a surprising coincidence with the time described in the log. Brando shrugged, though somewhat different in descriptions, and at least 80% were sure that what Starr described was something that the great leader of the distant eagle saw when he was younger.

And he ends his thinking, and he looks up and he says, "Starr, I ask you, do you remember the direction in which the fire column was raised? ”

Starr was avoiding Aloz 'attack, so he answered, "It's the Northeast, and I still remember seeing the flames that night, in the night sky in the Northeast direction - dear Lord, call Aloz away, she's going to bite me! Ah!”

“Night sky in the northeast direction?” Brando turned a blind eye to Little Fat Dragon's cry for help, and he looked in that direction subconsciously. In view, it was a layer of ice and deep darkness, but the next moment he remembered the place as if it were: “It was there. ”

“You got eyebrows?” Veronica observed a slight change in the expression of a young lord.

Brando shook his head, and he didn't expect it to be there, far from the core of the Hibernate Temple, where there was spiral black ice, so it was called the spiral lobby.

But the Spiral Hall is just a temple of the Hibernate, where there is nothing but the cold breath of some of the blockades. The Breath of the Ice is a magic that is activated by dark magic from above the ancient battlefield. It is one of the many little monsters in the Temple of the Hibernate. Brando remembers that this little monster's dropping list is pretty good, so a lot of players come here to brush it.

There is the perimeter of the temple, no time to enter the copy center to seal, the monster is moderately difficult, no threshold, not to mention tens of thousands of players have explored the area, there is no reason why any secrets have not been discovered by the players.

Is there really any omission, Brando can't help but get confused.

“What the hell is going on, little man, what's the matter with you?” Veronica asked.

“Here's the thing,” Brando said back to God, “here's some good news and some bad news. ”

“What good news and bad news can you tell us, Count?” The scholar lady was always curious about such a mystery and couldn't help but interject.

“The bad news is that there is a good chance that Alex won't have to cross the temple center of the Hibernate at all to seal the time, that my earlier predictions were erroneous, and that he might even go straight around the maze and head to his destination. ”

The poet seemed a little worried: "So what's the good news? ”

“The good news is, I happen to know where that place is, and I even know there's a shortcut that could save us a lot of time.” Brando said with some hesitation.

“In that case, what are you hesitating about?” Veronica looked at him inexplicably.

“I hesitate that this is all based on my own judgement. If I make a mistake, then we probably don't have time to make up for it.” Brando took a breath.

“Is that what you're worried about?” Veronica looked at him incredibly.

What do you mean, that's what you're worried about? Isn't that a concern? Brando looked at the others somewhat puzzled, because almost everyone looked at him with the same eyes as if they had heard a funny joke.

“Count Tonyger, this journey has not yet seen you make a mistake in judgment. I don't understand why things are at stake, but you question yourself. But I'd rather believe in my own eyes, in what I've always seen, and I'm sure you have your reasons for judging this, Count.” The poet couldn't help but answer aloud, and the scholar lady looked at him with the utmost seriousness.

Brando was dumb and judged correctly because there were memories of the previous generation. The deeper you go into the Temple of the Hibernate, the less information you will find in the Forum, and then you will have to rely on your own judgement.

But he was well aware of his limits of abilities, and that 130-level warrior player in Amber Sword in the past was not even a front-line player in the game, let alone a top player.

His personal combat skills are remarkable, but only upstream. Some of the top professional players never had the traits, good judgment, the decision-making power to lead a team or even a guild, and that kind of insane witchcraft.

And what is this place, this is the Temple of the Hibernate, where past games represented a copy of a team at the height of an era. Such a copy of the team, even front-line players, are among the top players in the field who can conquer it.

That is the ID of every name engraved on the bright wall of the Sword of Amber, which Brando remembers so far is familiar with.

It would undoubtedly be arrogant to say that he felt that one day his name could go hand in hand.

He has such perseverance and discretion, but some things depend on talent.

If Starr told him that the place that Anrek was going to was Frost Square, or even the Sekhas Core Hall, he would not hesitate to lead the team - because both were also recognized as the most likely places to hide the awakening gods.

Or take a step back, Circle Snake Hall, console, okay. But the spiral lobby, a place trampled by thousands of people, has nothing worth mentioning but a breath of ice.

But the question now is: does he choose to trust his first instinct or is it a more rational judgment?

For the first time in this world, Brando started to have some headaches. He couldn't help but look at the others, but everyone looked at him and waited for him to come up with an idea.

Almost everyone, including the Cruz, was unwittingly accustomed to the feeling of being commanded by the Lord. As long as someone leads the way, it doesn't matter if he's Cruz or Eruin.

Only one voice echoed in the ice. “With all due respect, Count Tonyger, I don't know what you're hesitating about, but I'd like to ask, besides that, do you have a second choice for us?” The first son of the Cruz, who looked at Brando, asked so coldly.

Brando slightly flashed.

“Leonard's right, Brando, if we don't have a better choice, then we have to choose a less bad judgment.” Veronica also interfaced: “Besides, I don't know why you suddenly got confused, you never misjudged, and I'm sure this time is no exception. ”

And after that, she added, "You're not going to fuck with me, are you, little guy? ”

Brando couldn't bear to laugh, but if he didn't know who was in the pit, if Anrek really detonated that thing in his hand, whatever would wake the god, or the dusk seed, he'd just have to turn it into powder.

They will naturally be ash and smoke extinguished, but Cruz lost the first-in-line successor they worked so hard to cultivate, only to fear that they would not be so kind.

Besides, if Haruze dies here, Princess Griffin must hate him for dying. And little Roman, Brando thought of that little businesswoman, couldn't help laughing.

“I hope so.” He nodded at last: "I can only promise to do my best. ”

He raised his head and said, not far away, to Metisa: "Metisa, check the condition of the two brothers and we'll take them with us. ”

The Fairy Princess smiled and answered with a smile. “Yes, Lord. ”

Brando turns around, some gods don't think, even if the spiral hall is a temple, but it's also part of the replica group of the Hibernate Temple. Even a shortcut would not have spared the battle, which had departed somewhat from his original plan, when he had thought that Anlek would be blocked in the lobby of the hibernates.

The only BOSS he intends to challenge this time around is the one that has sided with them, but the situation is clearly far beyond expectations.

Are you sure you want to take this group of people to challenge the Death Frost Forest Center copy?

Brando couldn't help but look at the others, far away, those Cruz nobles were stealing whispers, apparently not preparing for better execution of his orders. When he saw such a scene, he couldn't help but sigh, and his heart didn't bother.

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PS: Well, finally, I found the feeling that I was going to die.

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I don't know if it works.