The Amber Sword

When Dejar climbed up from the ground, he finally understood what Brando meant by being careful - around the corner on the corridor outside the Hall of Nobody, where they only made their way on patrol - he was nearly full of mercenaries and then sturdy hit that harder than steel wall. Brando was clearly reminding him, in fact, that he was distracting him by changing his mind, and by the time he understood it, he had already suffered a great loss.

Brando passed by Dejar, took a few steps forward, and then stood up against the wall. The army behind the activation spell was not more than a hundred feet from him, but closer to Dejar.

“What do you want?” Dejar looked at Brando shaking and wondered why he had suddenly stopped.

“Watch the play. ”

“Watching the show? ”

As soon as Dejar's voice went down, he saw Brando take a long sheet out of his backpack —— oh, no, it was a gray cloak, but it was too big and it looked more like a giant thing. Dejar suddenly felt this thing look familiar, and then he saw Brando lift the cape over his head, head to foot, and the whole person disappeared completely.

“No, you devil!” Dejar immediately understood Brando's intentions, and he shouted, looking back, his face turned white - two wandering magical lords had stood before him like a mountain.

“No, I will never let you succeed, Count Tonigle!” Dejar seemed extremely angry, and he stood still and, even if he had died, would never have intended to draw these activation spells apart.

A giant activation spell, like a star, continues to advance, with soft tentacles sweeping across the hall like a galaxy.

Dejar's face was blue and white, and he was initially indifferent, but when that tentacle swept over his head with a buzzing sound, he changed his face: “Save me, or I will die with you!” He chewed his teeth and shouted in Brando's direction.

Only unfortunately, Brando seems to have really disappeared, and that direction doesn't echo at half an hour.

“You'll regret it!” Dejar finally panicked. He understood that he was nothing but false and intimidating, but he didn't realise that he was really indifferent. He was sweating cold and the ghost finally shouted out loudly: “Count Tonigal, I know you want me to lead these monsters to the Duke of Anrek, but don't you think, this time I will never give in to you! ”

Brando hid beneath the cloak of the King of Buddhist Hidden, and when he heard Dejar say this, he couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this guy had a lot of imagination. He really didn't think that at all, after all, these activation spells are very exciting energies, and if —— even if there's only a one-in-10,000 chance of detonating that precious thing on Alec's hands, that would be a lot of fun. But if Dejar is really stubborn here, it's not beautiful. Of course, he has the cloak of the King of Cloaks, and he's not afraid to be dragged down, but if these activation spells lose their target reset, it'll be troublesome to run into Veronica, who is still passing through Eternal Square.

He thought about it and finally asked, “What are your conditions? ”

However, he used a small technique to diffuse the sound in a gaseous bicyclic technique so that the other party could not hear the source of the sound.

When Dejar heard Brando's voice, for the first time he felt his voice could be so beautiful, he hurried like a spade: "Help me! ”

“Are you kidding me?” Brando said, "I saved you. Who's going to take these monsters away from me?” He looked at this guy on a weekday, who was a bit dumb, but reliable, and his intellect dropped in a straight line at a critical moment.

Dejar saw the hallway go silent again, and the activation spells were more than a dozen meters away from him, and he bit his teeth and rushed forward for a few steps, stopping again. He himself realized he was saying stupid things, but he wasn't a real fool after all, and when he thought about it, he understood Brando's real intentions: "I'll draw these monsters away, but you have to promise me a request. ”

“What do you want? ”

“I want you to promise to spare the Duke's life for Her Royal Highness.” Dejar took a breath and replied.

“Why would I agree to such a request for the princess?” Brando couldn't help but laugh, thinking that this guy's brain wouldn't have been smashed before, otherwise how could he say stupid things in succession?

“Because you are Count Tonigel, who reached out to rescue her brother on the occasion of the King's betrayal, you signed an agreement with His Royal Highness for rest and recuperation, but actually for checks and balances between the North and the South, so that His Royal Highness, whose relationship with the King is difficult to repair, will necessarily have to rely on you, you sit in Tonigel, so that Denel's future will also be your seal, and when your wings grow, no one will be able to shake your position in Eluin. In the role of Ambethel, you are the biggest winner, you are the future ruler of Eruin, the true speaker, how can His Royal Highness not obey you?” Dejar roared.

Brando was slightly surprised that this guy had found so many reasons to sign an agreement with His Royal Highness for the weird idea of checks and balances between the North and the South - he suddenly shook his head with a bitter smile, presumably even in the eyes of the outsiders, I'm afraid; it was just impossible for him to come forward, until now, he suddenly understood why Princess Griffin's attitude had suddenly changed dramatically after the Battle of Ambethel. He thought it was out of gratitude, but now he thought he was too childish. I'm afraid that that night, Her Royal Highness the princess had thought it through. At that time, she even killed his heart, but suddenly she restrained herself and made a covenant with him. You know, it was a princess from the royal family.

This obvious change in attitude, I'm afraid, will only be taken for granted by a guy like him who doesn't know anything about politics and people.

Retain enemies like the eldest prince outside in case His Royal Highness crosses the river with the King and breaks the bridge, then join the Highland Knight with Grand Duke Vieiro to let Count Denel, the loser who stood in the wrong line at a critical juncture, sweep away, even Brando himself thinks that making Denel his future is bound to be his own territory - otherwise Toniguer is not at all Count Leader, why would His Royal Highness give himself the title of Count? By the time he became Count Jean de Neil, in the eyes of outsiders, whether he admitted it or not, he would be the future minister of Eruin, and then Brando could almost imagine the road. Marry Her Royal Highness the Princess and then become the Regent King of Eruin, something that Andrei did not do today, in his view, is already within reach.

Even worse, it doesn't seem impossible to change the dynasty - as long as the little prince has three lengths or two.

What would Her Royal Highness think if Brando suddenly got a cold sweat, even he could think of it? It was absolutely impossible for her to tolerate any threat to her brother, and he suddenly realized that Princess Griffin had made Haruze his student and accompanied him this time, which was in itself a deliberate arrangement. Because he is not yet ‘winged', it is not possible to strike Haruze at this time, and to hang him from the title of teacher of Haruze is also called to throw rat taboo. Eruin and Cruz view the name and honor very seriously, the dynasty is often changed according to the promises and legends of nothingness, like the fall of the Sifah family, just because they have lost the lion's heart sword.

On the grounds of the breakdown of the Swamp, the Swampburg family could ask Her Royal Highness the Princess of Corkova to withdraw from her brother, and the Duke of Anlek operated it for generations. It could be said that it had already taken precedence over the royal family, but still did not dare to move lightly and hold the throne. It also needed a reasonable reason to intervene in the King's replacement - for example, political marriage. The same is true of the aristocracy of the North, no matter how powerful it may be, which depends on the Sifah family, which fell a thousand years ago, because that is tradition and the rules that must be obeyed by all.

And Eruin will never tolerate a Kingslayer, a Master, or anyone who conspires to kill his own students, because these are even more dishonorable.

His Royal Highness was so heartfelt and Brando couldn't help but mourn that he could almost be sure that it was a test, but that Nimais, who was beside him, was the sight of Her Royal Highness. It's just a coincidence that His Royal Highness would immediately consider another person to go, but Brando shook his head, he had no thoughts about these things, Eluin's throne, the fate and future of the country, and had it not been for the experience of another world, he had nothing to do with them.

I'm sure the same goes for Sister.

Most of the time a person tends to be rational, but his life is often dominated by sensibilities.

Antioch, Dejar, Her Royal Highness, even Antina and others beside him, will never understand what he is really after. Perhaps there's only one person who understands, as if she once asked, ‘Brando, what do you want to do?’ ‘I want to be a businessman in the future.’ Likewise, he replied that his desire to save Eruin, to drag the kingdom back from its established course of destruction, could be regarded by all as an excuse that their Lord must have more ambitious goals.

But it's that simple. You want to be a businessman, I want to be a messiah, just as a child says he wants to be a general and a king in the future, because he wants to, so do it, for no other reason.

Brando smiled and shook his head, taking Dejar's words as a joke, while the latter was in agony.

Though it was only a flash of electric flint, the army of activated spells was nearby in earnest. Dejar had no idea what he had said wrong. Why did the bloody conspirator, demon and fraudster suddenly stop talking again? Even if he wanted him dead or alive, at least give him a letter of approval. This state of affairs really makes him unable to retreat. If there was no demand, Dejar would almost immediately curse again.

But Brando finally woke up, and he shook his head: “That's impossible. ”

Although it was a rejection, Dejar took a long breath: "You are too harsh, Count. ”

“Dejar, the Duke of Anrek is dead or alive, and it's not up to you or me to decide. Besides, he hasn't failed yet, so you're here to arrange for your master's affairs, just because it's not good.” Brando sarcastically.

It wouldn't have failed, but after you showed up here, it's hard to say. Dejar hated it. Alec still didn't know that Brando and Veronica had come to the neighborhood, which in itself meant that things had gone beyond their expectations. Perhaps the Duke had a backhand, but the young man in front of him wasn't so easy to send off. In fact, he had a strange feeling that they might have failed long ago. Brando was here just to save something.

Dejar doesn't know that his speculation is close to the truth, but Brando's words still keep him from talking. After all, that's true. He can't curse his master to fail, can he? He muttered for a moment and finally replied: “I have only one request. ”

By the time this was said, Dejar had rushed forward and pulled a distance from the activation spell behind him.

“Say it," replied Brando.

……

Obsidian doors are buzzing down, Coward retracts his hands from the door, and there is a stream of light flowing through the texture of the door, all concentrated in a central groove, forming a bright nebula. “All right,” replied Ashes' eldest daughter, cold and cold, the exciting light shining in the eyes of all the members of the reunion behind her. Only the face of Anrek remained unchanged and gloomy, as if the whole plan had come to an end, but had nothing to do with him.

“I've opened this door to you as promised, but you don't seem happy, do you, humans?” Coward sensed this sharply, and she asked distractedly.

“What good is it to be happy that humanity and civilization are one step closer to their destruction?” Anlek replied softly.

“Huh?" For the first time, Essex's eldest daughter revealed her interest, and her lips in the shadow of a hood also raised an arc of curiosity: "I thought that was your goal for life, and now that you've achieved it, shouldn't you be satisfied and excited? ”

“That was indeed the goal of my life," Anrek answered with a dull voice after a moment of silence, "but one thing came to an end inevitably, and then it seemed plain. There is nothing to celebrate about the fact that civilizations are gradually moving away on the foolish path and that their annihilation is nothing more than the path they take for themselves, but in any case, I am one of them, their annihilation is our annihilation. ”

“So you're still doing it?” Coward feels less and less able to understand these strange humans.

They are not an ethnic group of gold, a servant of the people of God and the most determined defender of order. They are not the people of silver. The people of silver are the followers of the law, from the wilderness of the Four Borders to the shallow sea, from the border of the Black Forest to the boundary of the most distant elements. They are watching and witnessing the change of order. Never have they heard of traitors among the Golden Nation and the people of silver. But in front of these people, the last generation, the Black Iron people, Coward was dealing with these humans for the first time, and she felt a strange feeling from them.

She seemed to realize something, but she shook her head and left this weird premonition behind her head.

After a burst of noise, the Obsidian Gate gradually retreated to both sides, revealing the corridors of the black holes behind it. The soft light emanating from the magical gems raised in the hands of the members of the congregation swept in, illuminating the corridor, which had been dusted under dust for thousands of years and even tens of thousands of years.

Spiral Hall --

There was even a whisper.

“Miss Coward, you are not human, you cannot understand human emotions. Most of the time, a person is self-righteous, but his life is often driven by emotions to do things that others see as impulsive and incomprehensible.” As if he didn't care about what was happening in front of him, he rarely seemed interested and talked to this noble lady.

“So are you?” Coward squinted his eyes and stared at the old man, who seemed to have withered completely on the surface, but she could feel the will in the other man's wrinkled body backed by mighty majesty - a majesty that seemed ridiculous to her, but not offensive to others.

“I'm human, too, and I'm not excluded.” Answered Alec.

“To bring order to the truth, do you not agree that this is a great purpose?” Coward asked again.

“This is indeed a great purpose, going far beyond those flies camp dogs about power and interests, and I have seen so much stupidity that I finally chose this path. Even to make sure I'm right, I've looked through a lot of literature and information, and few people know that I've been studying in the White Tower of the Buga for quite some time, that I was involved in the last jihad, but everything I've seen confirms my assumption —— that the King of Fire built Cruz for a thousand years, but can his descendants remember the glory of a thousand years ago? The Wind Elves almost turned their heads and betrayed their wise men. Where are the Sun, Moon, and Star Elves? Where are the Moon Elves and the Star Elves? Today's Finn praises vulgarity, without the transcendence of the past, civilization and order, but simply repeats mistakes in the millennium. I have disliked this uniform cycle, rather than allowing future generations to repeat the tragedy of their predecessors once and for all. ”

Coward slightly picked a fine eyebrow, probably not expecting herself to elicit this old man's long story, but she immediately asked with constant acumen: "I hear you speak loud, but it's hard to hear the resentment from your words, human. ”

“I have never acted with righteousness, just to make sure that what I did was right. You're right, selfishness is what drives me, but it's my own secret, and there's no need to say anything to outsiders.” Anrek replied softly that he shook his head and did not seem to want to continue on this topic.

The team proceeded slowly along the dark passage, after passing a narrow arch, and suddenly an open space appeared in front of it, a spherical lobby with similar arches on all sides of the lobby, each road extending out of the arch, forming a long bridge, forming a spiral connection to the center of the lobby, where there was a giant platform. But instead of being empty, there was a stone throne with a purple crystal hanging on the throne, and when the members of all things returned to the lobby, they saw a tall shadow of blue sitting on the throne standing up to them.

“Humanity, this is not the place you deserve to be. Now back off, you have room for regret.” The whole lobby buzzed when that blue figure opened.

Witches have spoken the magic of language, but at this moment the members of the reunion understand the authenticity of the legend, the speech of the other party is not expensive, but when the voice comes, it is like a raging wave, every word, as if intersecting lightning thunder and splitting head, obviously only a short warning, but everyone, including Alex, feels like they are in an endless storm, they are walking hard in the cold wind, and if there is a storm mountain peak, all sides are glaciers, between the eyes, they will be buried completely under the ice.

In a nutshell, everyone understands who this tall figure is.

Milos - Frost Giant God.

Even Coward bowed down and greeted him with a crisp voice: "Lord Milondar, it has been a long time. ”

The voice sighed: "Little Coward, I thought you were far from the war, and it still didn't seem like things would work out the way you wanted. ”

When the voice fell, the illusion in front of Alex and others finally disappeared.

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