The Amber Sword

Feeling the monster chase from behind, Freya is nervous yet a little excited, like the psychology of a wirewalker, in a desperate situation, a flash will not stop, often at this moment, but more confident, and the mind is also a clear burst of extraordinary potential.

So this is the feeling of adventure.

However, the monster chased quickly, and Freya took a few steps to look back, and the other side was close. This speed exceeded her imagination, she was in a bit of a hurry, she had a heart to move forward, but she had to take into account the ambush of the surrounding white son; and just such a distraction, she was pounded on the back shoulder by a white son, and the difference in power between silver and gold made her feel as if she had been hit by a dragon in the front, directly poured out and fell in the snow for a few laps, and the battle flag in her hand flew several meters away.

“Woo -” Freya groaned, before taking into account the pain, she heard the monster's footsteps behind her. She hurriedly climbed up and picked up her own battle flag, but the pale son who jumped at her seemed unrelenting, circled around the back and followed.

By the way--

Freya's light brown eyes slightly heaved and took a deep breath, deliberately slowing her steps. The giant wolf did seize the opportunity and shouted and pounced, but she waited for a moment like this, sidestepping slightly and passing away with the pale son. The vortex brought up by the wolf's sharp paws almost scratched Freya's cheeks and even bled out with a few fine mouths, but the girl couldn't help it much. At the moment when the wolf crossed her arms, she jumped hard and hit the other side's wide back.

The pale son immediately felt different, roaring and swinging his back, trying to throw Freya from the top. But Freya waited so long for this opportunity, how could she let it go? She held the flagpole in one hand while tightly strangling the monster's neck. One hand grabbed the silver beard of the pale son dead and still waved her body maniacally by the other side, which was stuck on the other side's back.

In anger, the pale son made a low sound and then ran off, seemingly relying on a bump to turn Freya off her back. However, it is running according to the mind of the young girl. Although the pale son has only a level of power from the primary-gold to the median level of gold, far inferior to that silver monster, the level of power, on the one hand, determines the physical quality, but in some respects it is not an absolute gap.

Just as an adult ordinary human being certainly cannot run away from an ordinary gray wolf, or the difference between a wizard and a warrior at the same level of power, which has nothing to do with the hierarchy of power and is purely focused on the differences that arise.

The pale son is similar to the silver monster. The silver monster is good at melee and can perform illusion and other spells. The power and ingenuity are good. He is obviously an all-powerful warrior. The pale son is a four-legged dog animal. Although it is a dusk species, it still maintains some basic abilities of the beast, speed, which is one of them.

Freya doesn't know so much about 'knowledge', and if Brando could give her a head start here, but for a country girl like her from Butch Countryside, who barely had to train for a while, it's enough to understand - this giant wolf runs faster than she does.

That's enough.

In the wind, Freya could barely open her eyes, the hair in front of her eyes was dragged to dance, the orbit seemed to contain tears, the flow could not be stopped in the strong wind; so she simply closed her eyes and grabbed the hair of the white son, the fierce monster became more and more restless, running away almost limbs, when the turbulence was so strong, she almost wanted to cough out loud every time she hit the chest armor, several times she almost failed to grasp it and was thrown out.

But good thing she took the time to look back, and the silver monster had been thrown far behind, although she was a little strange, why the thing hated her so much, and even so, hung far behind herself.

It seems to have said something like 'goddess of war', and Freya remembers that Brando seems to have said the same thing to her, but there is no goddess of war at all, whether it be the Krutz or the Eruin, even among the gods worshipped by the Pokémon, and only the dragons of war exist.

But soon she didn't have time to think about the details. The white son had taken her over half the battlefield and was about to reach the bottom of the valley. Each of them walked like a wind through several positions where they were at war with other giant wolves, and Freya squinted her eyes beneath the wind.

The front is the bottom of this glacial canyon.

Suddenly she bit her teeth and one hand grabbed the silver bristle of the giant wolf tightly, the other finally loosened its neck. As she passed through a soft snow, Freya bit her teeth and inserted the battle flag into the ground.

“Knights, come closer to me--! ”

Freya's cry surrounded the mountains and the flag stood steadily at the bottom of the valley. However, under the battlefield, the wolves could not see what was under the flag. At the same time, at the moment when the flag was inserted, the white son had taken a girl from Bucchi countryside into a narrow glacial gap. Freya subconsciously wanted to touch the horn tied to her waist. She was afraid that her cry would not be heard by others. But at this time, the white son flied out of her hand, and the horn flew directly.

“Ah -” Freya almost didn't freak out, it was a Knights of the Folds letter, Little Pero they repeatedly ordered her to keep it. I didn't think she'd lose it at this time. She stared at the horn flying out and fell into pieces on a piece of ice, don't mention how frustrated she was.

“You filthy bastard!” The young girl couldn't help but scold.

But the giant wolf was now more dissatisfied than she was, and no one would be happy if a little mouse was lying on her head for miles before she threw it away. At this time, it finally felt the woman on her back unwrapping her hand. Suddenly, she stopped sharply from the rush, and at the same time, her whole body swung to the side. From the extreme excitement to the extreme quiet, the immense power generated by the instant change of state almost completely reflected on Freya.

She had not finished her sentence and was directly lifted by inertia from the back of the pale son. At that moment, Freya had not anticipated the change at all. When she felt herself empty, her heart almost jumped out of her voice. But it was in this situation that the girl's brain was still bright. She still didn't let go of her left hand and grabbed the silver bristle of the white son.

Even though she felt her hands almost broken at that moment, she eventually saved her life, and she flew around in the middle of the sky with her bristles on, and then heavily returned to the back of the pale son, and the landing struck, directly hitting her tears and snatching an orbit.

Even the pale son couldn't bear to groan with a low voice, obviously this time it was not comfortable, of course there was more anxiety and anxiety in the voice, the mouse over his head seemed to stick to it, how could it not come down.

Running for miles, the monster also had some asthma appeal, as if he had inherited the common denominator of such a beast. It was highly explosive, but lacked the necessary endurance. It had to slow down and even have a tendency to roll twice on the ground, trying to see if it could get Freya off its back.

Coflaia was choked enough by it to slow it down at this time. The monster had just shown signs of rolling down to one side. She was shocked, as if she were blessed to the soul, to subconsciously draw a dagger from the boot with her hands and stab it in the buttocks of the pale son with her opposite hand.

is a totally unconscious move stemming from several special ways of stimulating horses learned in riding classes. Although horses are the closest partners of the cavalry, all knights must learn some special skills on the battlefield, especially in the absence of a spur.

Freya could say that she was living and using it directly and conveniently on her pale son, and this hand did work, and the giant wolf almost cried out, this long voice filled with the sound of unwillingness and anger, but under the pain, it did take another step, like a woman trying to escape this horrible woman on her back, and rushed forward.

The giant wolf started running, and Freya immediately began the journey of putting on the back of her chest. The little girl couldn't bear to suffer, and she didn't know whether she was guilty or not.

This run, for a long time, Freya on the back of the wolf only felt the surrounding scenery flowing rapidly backwards and faster, and the last two sides of the ice wall backwards almost connected, like a light blue screen.

She was amazed at the speed of these terrible monsters. No wonder they could be easily tracked in the forest. You know, the Knights of the Folding Knights are mostly golden. Normal people don't talk about tracking, even to keep up with such a group of people.

When she was sighing so much, suddenly, the view ahead was empty, after the cracks in the glacier, it was a wide valley, the cliffs on both sides of the valley bottom, and the rock walls were filled with thick ice and snow.

And it was at this time that Freya suddenly felt that the giant wolf underneath her was short, the whole child knelt in the snow, and after losing his center of gravity, he rolled straight forward and flew out, and the young lady knight behind the pale son was naturally not spared. This time, the silver wolf that had always brought her good luck could not save her. After a few turns in the middle of the air, Freya finally flew out screaming and crashed into the snow heap.

“Ah-” The young girl made a painful cry.

Half a mile later, she turned her head and climbed out of the snow pile. She lay on the ground with little strength to stand. The feeling seemed to be scattered.

Looking back at the experience of the previous moment, she was really afraid, and she didn't dare to imagine that she would experience it one day, which was crazy. Freya herself didn't even know how she made that decision. It wasn't like her own reason.

‘It's going to be like that guy...'

She bit her teeth and insisted on sitting up from the snow. She looked subconsciously into the canyon first. She did see the silver shadow from afar and was fast approaching in this direction.

Freya couldn't help but notice how much resentment this guy still had after herself. She looked at the white son who had fallen to the ground and had completely lost her breath, thinking that she had died because she had been running too long and had already died of brutality.

“Ah, how could this be...”

She was surprised and probably didn't think she would kill a pale son like this. If she was still in Butch, she'd be the bragging capital of those guys. But nothing now. She bit her teeth and stood up. She wanted to kill each other with a sword when she was still on the back of the giant wolf, but now she's riding dead temporarily, and she's a little worried.

The monster was about to arrive, she could not have run past each other, looked around, and had to think of a way to do it as soon as possible.

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