The Amber Sword

Until the whole glacier, the ‘Frost Tooth’, the rightful king of frost phagocysts in the game, never appeared, just some frost dead souls in the snow, these dead creatures are said to have been generated by the souls of travelers trapped under the glacier, they are similar to ghosts, but they look like ice demons out in the snow-covered forest, good in their own strength is not very strong, Little Mother Dragon, Brando and Veronica fired at will, even without the gray sword holy hand, the three Charles of course lagged a lot of experience.

Little monsters in such large copies, experience and falling, are also very rich, only unfortunately getting the passing pointer today obviously defeated Brando, dozens of frost dead souls did not fall out of anything good, not even the high-grade white clothes. Brando is a little weepless. If the passing pointer he gets is worth it, but only half the time, the character he should lose is still going to lose, which is not unfair.

After crossing the glacier, a cave team hidden in the valley entered the hillside again, and the crowd, guided by Brando, turned around a long artificial gallery, as if suddenly, a magnificent scroll of painting appeared in front of everyone - a magnificent temple embedded in the hillside, hundreds of feet high, with arched beams that opened up tall terraced spaces, following the architectural style of the wreckage of Milos they had seen on the ground, but a bunch of sky-blue light dripping from the top of the temple dome, like a hundred feet of swords of swords, sprinkled over a dark blue ice, forming a misleading shadow plaque.

The temple is so magnificent, as if it were a giant sandwiched in the belly of a mountain that independently supports glaciers on both sides, and when people walk out of this narrow corridor, they can only feel as small as dust.

Everyone couldn't help but whisper, and even if Brando had read the description of the offense, it was a moment of shake. This is the Eternal Square, and then later, the Spiral Hall, which is the creation of civilization from the last era, and the squares echo the fierce screams from that war, and then everything goes silent, with only a few tens of millions of years left.

“What's that?” Not knowing when he was coming forward, the little prince stared curiously at a group of dark blue light balls upstream of the square below and asked.

“The breath of the cold. ”

Those are the activated magic awakened by dark magic from above the ancient battlefield, but there are some astonishing numbers. From this end of the square to that end, there are at least a thousand fine numbers, and the stars are scattered, as if they were stars in the night sky. Veronica sees this scene with some difficulty. This ancient activation magic is quite difficult. If dozens of them are still to be handled, this tens of thousands of them, even if she works with Grey Sword Saint, and with the Little Mother Dragon or Brando, will probably have to be submerged.

“Kill them directly?” She took a breath, and this scene now shows from the side how devastating the last ancient battle was and how intense it took for magic to erupt in order to bring together so much activated magic here thousands of years later. There is another ancient battlefield in Warnde, where the last battle between the four wise men and the dragon of darkness broke out. Today, it is called the Silence of Death, and there is a great deal of activated magic in it, but there is no such outrageous number of battlefields, dozens of miles long, just hundreds of activated magic wandering around, but here... Veronica can't help but shake her head: “I'm afraid this will take days to clean up. ”

“We don't have that much time, and behind us is the spiral hall, and by this time, they should be fast, too, and we have to take a step ahead of them.” Brando answered immediately, "I'm going to distract these things, and I'm going to give you a signal, and you're going through the square. ”

“No!”

“No!” Brando turned around slightly and found it was Little Mother Dragon and Metisa who spoke out against themselves. Little Mother dragon looked up and down at him and answered with some dissatisfaction: "You are my toy. Before making a claim, would you consult with your master? ”

Metissa is more worried: "Lord, you have a different identity and you don't have to risk it yourself. As a superior, you have to learn how to behave as a superior. ”

Brando picked out the eyebrows, how did he get so familiar with the word? He looked at the little princess of the Silver Elf and asked, “What else did Antina say to you? ”

The little princess of the Silver Elf's face swept red. “No... no... that's what I'm trying to say. ”

Brando looked at the blushing Metisa, and it was kind of funny, and I didn't know this little elf princess had that side. He was trying to comfort each other, but Veronica also spoke at this point, and her opinion was similar to that of Metissa: “Brando, you're not the strongest of us, the little princess is right, but leave it to me or Mayfist. ”

Brando shrugged his shoulders and ignored the messy words of Little Mother Dragon before, while he had his own views on Veronica's problems. In fact, this is not the danger imagined. It's just a surprise. If a warrior mixed with more than a hundred levels of pure profession in the game doesn't know this, it would be better to buy a tofu and die. And it's a very famous technique to take these cold breaths out of here, when the players used to play material here.

, which is a must, Brando, although not personally tried, cannot say no.

But it's not that Mayfist or Veronica herself won't learn this technique, which is not difficult, but the problem is that this technique requires a prerequisite, which is familiarity with the terrain. Of all those present, he was the only one who could barely say that he was qualified. And this is unmistakable, once surrounded by thousands of breaths of cold ice, even Mayfist can't escape easily, and once it turns into positive engagement, the fun will be enormous. As Veronica said earlier, I'm afraid it won't be over for a few days.

So he shook his head eventually: "Lord Veronica, teacher, it's not hard to draw these monsters away, but do you know where to lead them? I know, because I'm more familiar with this place than you are, so let me try it first. Don't worry, if it's difficult, I'll find a way back. ”

“How did you get back?” It is clear that Brando did not hide anything from the leader of the Cruz.

“Well..." Brando hesitated for a moment before answering, “I don't know, I'll figure it out myself. ”

Veronica stared at him suspiciously.

Brando sighed and had to explain: "Don't worry, Lord Veronica, do I look like the kind of person who doesn't care about his own safety? Well, for Eruin's sake, maybe I can try, but for you Cruz, I'm not that noble yet, so trust me on this, okay? ”

At last, this statement touched the head of the women's regiment. Although it sounded a little less sobering, even Prince Leonarette at the back couldn't help but chill out. I thought Brando's statement was too arrogant. When did the Cruz have to ask for the help of the Eruins? Veronica took a deep look at him and deliberately answered coldly: "Well, there's still a gap between a little slipper like you and the guys who marked self-sacrifice, even though you often act like such a puzzle. ”

Brando couldn't help laughing, and he knew Veronica was talking about the scene that had happened in the ring of the wind, but he didn't have the heart to sacrifice himself for Druid or the elf, just to find a way to live in despair. He turned around and saw that most of the Cruz people unfamiliar with the experience were blind, while several of his men were laughing, especially the little Silver Elf princess, with a particularly sweet smile.

But anyway, Veronica finally has no objection.

He turned back and his teacher, Grey Sword Saint, was silent. He nodded slightly and replied slightly: “Since this is what you asked for, then it is good for you to be careful and sharpen your chances.” Brando picked the eyebrows and had to say that his teacher was also a stranger, perhaps highlighting the surroundings from the thousands of monsters was really nothing to each other. After all, this was a time when he was trying to kill a bloody path from the heart of the Cruz Empire.

It's impossible to compare, you know, the level of Veronica that existed among those who were involved in surrounding him, with the threat of a cold breath just slightly stronger than a pet dog.

With that in mind, he shook his head and compared his wizard attendant not far away to a gesture: "Charles, you come with me. ”

Strangely, it's a technical job, although a man can accomplish it, but with his current strength he is a little reluctant, and with the help of a wizard, it's very different. The key is that Charles is his summons, and if in danger he can reset him at any time, and if he brings others with him, he will be more or less in the way at critical times, and the main reason is that he is reluctant to let Veronica know some of his little secrets.

Faced with the summons of his lord, Charles only sighed. He stalled his hand, as if he had always expected. Anyway, as long as it was hard work, it must have been him.

“Lord, I don't owe you anything in my last life. ”

“Hard to say, but I think I owe someone.” Brando answered somewhat helplessly.

“Someone? ”

The young wizard turns around and finds Brando walking out one step and one of his hands grabs him in the corner. Brando turns around helplessly, with a bright and somewhat worried look at Sy: "Wait for me here, Sy, I'll be right back. Oh, no, it should be. We'll meet right on the other side, okay?” Brando thinks it's a little awkward to be back in a minute. Why would he come back? So he hurried to change his mouth.

However, the red-haired girl looked at him and shook her head seriously.

That 's-- ‘No!' Meaning.

……

With an alert range of about thirty feet, poor perception of activated magic, and a higher level of entry than the theoretical Hibernate Temple, Brando approached about twenty-five feet before stopping. Charles also tends to follow, and the wizard has far less potential than the warrior profession, let alone the nightingale, but magic can solve this problem, and he completely erases his footsteps with a sound absorption law, so the steps sound lighter than Brando's.

After that, it was Sy, Brando couldn't convince this mountain girl, but she had to follow her. Good thing Sy's strength wasn't weak. There was also Dragon blood. She had to hide her voice in front of the monsters who were good at exploration. I'm afraid it was hard, but the half-deaf, half-blind things like the cold breath were fine.

It's just —— Brando looked back and saw two sneaky faces, Aloz and Starr.

“What are you doing here?” Brando stared at them in disgust.

“Fear of losing my toy.” Aloz's answer is natural.

“She caught me.” Starr replied weeplessly.

Brando was a little speechless. I knew it would be better to take all of them with us. The four or five of them together were strange. It was a night out. He had to make a gruesome gesture to Alozby: "Listen to me later. ”

“What an attitude!” The young dragon seemed very dissatisfied, but she twisted it for a while, adding: "… but if it makes sense, I can still think about it. ”

Brando whispered softly, hiding behind the first beam column, pointing to the beam column on the other side, and said: "See over there, the cold breath attack method is ray, range is about 120 feet, they move about 15 feet per second, but we have five chances to avoid their pursuit through the column, so if you can't reach more than 12 feet per second, go back. ”

He turned around and looked at the others.

But Aroz looked at him like an idiot: "What are you looking at? ”

“Ask, of course.” Brando replied.

“Are you an idiot? We're dragons.” Little Mother Dragon didn't answer nicely: “We're just going faster than you. ”

“So is he?” Brando pointed at the little fat guy next to Aloz with his chin.

“Lord, although I don't like sports very much, how can I be faster than you?” Starr answered with a tummy tummy in his stomach.

Brando couldn't help but touch his face and felt a little out of his mind. As a golden citizen, the dragon was a battle-oriented race. Naturally, his physical qualities were not covered. He was just a question of maintaining his habitual subconsciousness when he was head of the regiment, but forgot about this. He looked at Sy again, and the mountain girl did not answer, but half the dragon people were from the other side, and naturally he didn't have to say much. He had to turn his eyes to Charles.

“Lord, I have dimensional gates.” The sorcerer's servant gave it some thought and replied with a smile.

“So, am I the slowest?” Brandoton felt a little stuck on his face.

“This... is pretty much it.” Charles looked at the others, Aloz and Starr were giant dragons, Sy could say half a dragon, and he had magic beside himself, so it seemed that the Lord was indeed dragging his legs back.

“How's it going, Brando boy?” Aloz seemed very happy to see Brando eating. He couldn't help laughing. “Now you see, we're here to help you. Without the help of this young lady, it would be difficult for you to accomplish this task. Secondly, if you were killed by something like these flies, I wouldn't have gotten the toys easily. It's very bad. ”

Brando knew that this dragon was intentionally against him, as if she'd been in trouble since she knew he'd given Sy the gold apple, but he turned his mind and suddenly thought, “Aloz, how about we make a bet? ”

“Bet?” The dragon squeezed her eyes and subconsciously became somewhat alert.

“Well, what I'm trying to say is, it's not as simple as you think to take these monsters away so that others can get through. If you think just fast enough is enough, it's a big mistake, and I can tell you, even at speed, you're no better than me here.” Brando replied, "So I suggest you and Starr go back and work with the others, leaving it to the Professional Personnel Office. ”

“Come on, I'm not excited about you," Aloz grunted. “But how do you want to bet? ”

Brando grinned, this little dragon had a different heart, and he had already taught, and replied hastily: "I'm not going to say anything, more than speed, see who gets to the finish line first. ”

“Speed against the Dragons," Aloz glared. “Are you crazy? ”

Brando nodded seriously: “Those who lose must unconditionally agree to a condition for the winner. ”

“Conditions?” Xiaoma dragon snapped slightly, suddenly hugging her chest, a little face red, some angry screaming: “What do you want, shameless! ”

Damn, where did you think you were going? As soon as Brando saw the dragon like this, he almost didn't wake up. He hurried up a finger and made a louder gesture, then probed out and looked at it - okay, the cold breath of swimming outside didn't seem to detect any noise on this side, well deserved a half-deaf and half-blind title. He was relieved and turned around and scolded Aloz without a grudge: "Are you crazy? Do you want to die here? ”

Aloz looked at him with hatred and revealed his pointy tooth argument: "Who told you to make such a shameful request? ”

“Shame on you!” Brando suddenly sees Charles and Starr's weird expression, and he's ashamed of his face, and he can't help but strangle this stupid little dragon: “I mean, if I win, you have to give me the heart of a real dragon.” When Brando said this, he paused. After all, the heart of the dragon is the secret treasure of the Dragon Nation. He doesn't know how much that thing is worth to the Dragon Nation.

Only Princess Magdalene had to rely on the heart of the dragon to recover, and he was therefore in a hurry to come up with this solution.

Indeed, he had just spoken, and Starr shook his head hastily: "The heart of the dragon is mine!” But unfortunately Aloz looked at him skeptically and asked, “Is that it? Okay, I promise. ”

“Sister Aloz!” Little Fat Dragon stared wide.

“It's okay, you're in.” Aloz slapped his cheap brother on the shoulder and replied with a big grip: "So if he loses, he owes us one request each. ”

“Can you still do that?” Charles closed his tongue, and he hurried to raise his hand: “Then I'm in. ”

Brando watched with a cold eye and couldn't help but laugh at his young wizard, who was a servant of his own. But there was some curiosity, and he said, "What kind of bet do you want?” Because in Brando's constant impression, Charles seemed to be a casual kind of person, with no desire other than the necessary magical research.

“That's nothing, it just feels so cool, doesn't it? Think about it. Think about it. Think about it. It feels dirty. It doesn't make any sense.” Charles couldn't help but answer with his eyebrows.

“Holy shit,” Brando had nothing more to say about this strange idea of serving himself.

But he turned around and saw that Sy was blushing and raised her hand.

“Are you in? ”

“Mmm.”

“Holy shit!” At such a moment, Brando's mind inevitably gave rise to this idea:

This is really dirty and irrational.

……