The Amber Sword

“I have my own way.” Brando replied, naturally he would not reveal the secret of passing pointers. Now the only petrified fog that this big bug is a little threatening has been sealed off, and he can't be spelled on his strength. The fanatical talent lasts for a while, so it's perfectly fine to be stuck for 15 minutes. Now he's starting to get a little lucky that the battlefield isn't on the ground anymore, that frost and teeth are earthquaking, and rolling these skills under the ice is completely unusable, otherwise he won't have to struggle, just wait and die.

Noting that Alec was still somewhat disturbed, he added: "Don't worry, I would have killed you long ago. The crimes you committed in Ambesseur are enough to kill you 10,000 times. But since I didn't kill you just now, I won't deal with you now until I find a way to get your ring.” It was an open secret between the two of them, and Brando simply said it bluntly, and Alec laughed coldly and did not answer, but Brando knew that the guy was obviously upset and was looking for a way out.

With that phrase, Alec finally split up a lot, at least Brando doesn't have to worry about what this guy's suddenly going to come up with.

The next time is boring and tedious stalemate, Anrek thickens the ice layer over and over again, ice wall surgery is almost forming a huge piece of ice in the throat of the frost fangs, luckily this thing does not breathe in the lungs, otherwise it is estimated to be the first BOSS to die of asphyxiation. But forgive me, Brando's presence still made him feel very sad, and he began to jump up and down for a while, about ten minutes before it finally calmed down, as if it was exhausting physical strength, but Brando could still feel the temperature of this thing, knowing it was not dead.

He doesn't know if he's faking death or really exhausted, but it's at least a good sign that this thing is settling down temporarily, and they can get away with it as planned in just a few minutes.

Brando doesn't know where they've been digging, but for a minute, it's enough to dig hundreds of meters. Frost Phage has little intelligence, as long as it doesn't make a sound, it's unlikely to catch up, and Brando can only be glad that this thing is not tracked by smell, but by hearing, otherwise his bloody body, presumably, will be able to catch up with this thing ten miles out.

But as he relaxed a little, he suddenly felt himself holding the big guy back and shocked, then raised his head slightly higher.

“What's this about?” Brando snapped.

He feels his frost teeth are contracting backwards. Is he running away? But instinct told him not much like that. He was wondering, but did not expect the frost fangs to retreat slightly and then rush forward. This time, even the front Anrek did not react, and was hit directly to the side. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been crushed into a meatcake by this giant beast. Not being pressed into a meatloaf, but being stuck in a mouthpiece, Brando was unlucky, and now Brando finally understood what it was trying to do.

It's crazy!

I don't know if it hurts to have a toothpick in his mouth, or if it feels uncomfortable to have a piece of ice stuck in his throat, but after a brief quiet, the BOSS went completely crazy. It crashed directly into the frozen wall and hit a huge hole in the wall, passing through the underground glacier like an electric brake, which was just the same act of instinct for Frost Fang, but it was painful for Brando, with the monster crashing into a block of ice wall, even with Brando's physique, he was almost bled out.

Brando had an eye for Venus and thought, "This is not how the script should be performed. He's intent on activating the flow pointer now, but there's no way." First of all, his hands don't move at all, or this big bug bites down and he's going to see Lord Martha. But if he doesn't, he doesn't even know where he's going to be taken.

He only felt himself traveling in the dark underground, but he didn't know how far he had gone. Anyway, he had been numb behind him, and suddenly, behind him, there was nothing but a whirring wind in his ear. Brando instinctively felt that they should have crossed the glacier range underground, and he wanted to look back, which was not a bad idea, at first glance almost spiritually scattered.

This thing actually took him straight out of a cliff, and out there is a vast abyss. This abyss looks even more outrageous than the one beneath the spiral hall. The black paint underneath is endless, as if it leads directly to the sulfur river.

“Stop!” Brando shouted, at this moment he finally couldn't care less. He hurried to release the sword in his hand and retrieved the passing pointer hanging from his chest.

And so for a moment, Frost Fang's teeth had growled and half of his body had rushed out of the cliff, like a derailed train, and he had fallen into the abyss with Brando. It wasn't until this moment that Brando finally touched the dial, "Start it!” He shouted in his heart, clicking a crisp sound, and Brando felt like a flowing ripple spreading all around him, and then, at that moment, the whole world slowed down in his eyes.

He saw himself and Frost Phage's teeth still falling down, but the rate of falling was negligible, as if the big bug was half suspended in the air, and the big hole it drilled from the cliff was just a short walk away.

“Saved! ”

Brando shouted in his heart, hurrying to pull out the sword of the earth, climbing out of the mouth of Frost Fang's horrible mouth, and then climbing up along the long body of the East and West, trying to return to the cliff.

But it was at this time that he suddenly felt something was wrong.

As if ghosts made the gods worse, he turned back ——

……

Half an hour ago, on the other side of the pitch-black underground world, the mountain girl blinked and woke up. She stayed in the dark for half an hour before remembering what had happened before the coma and struggled to sit up. Around was a dark, unreachable finger, and the girl was quiet and strong in front of Brando on weekdays, but then she panicked and grabbed a long striped object wrapped in cloth. She removed the strip wrapped outside and confirmed what was in it with her hands in the dark - it was a tortoise - but Si felt like she had recovered something rare and relieved herself for a long time.

She sat with a trident for a while, seemingly a little uncomfortable with the current situation, but the field of view finally adapted to the darkness, gradually identifying the surrounding situation with some slight light coming down from above the glacier. The sight is completely different from what Brando saw when he woke up. This is the bottom of a long underground ice gap. The widest place can be as many as seven or eight people in parallel. It looks like a canyon in the distance, but the canyon gradually extends into the dark until it disappears at the end of the horizon.

Si waited a while and didn't wait for anyone else to show up. She stood up somewhat scared and called softly: “Lord...”

“Lord...”

The echo passes along the ice wall, echoing in the valley like a ghost.

The mountain girl's face was white, she held her lips tight, and she remembered repeatedly in her mind what had happened when the hall collapsed. She watched the little prince and Metisa fall from her face and disappear into the abyss below, and then the whole hall collapsed. She seemed to have fallen with the broken bridge, and then she was unconscious. Now the chest is like a puncture raw pain, I think it must be a few broken ribs, in that she herself is from a mercenary, this wound is not enough to make her cry, but she herself, although fortunately survived, does not know if the Lord is safe.

When she thought of it, she was afraid to tremble. The mountain girl looked around, hoping to find Brando near the left, but she was afraid to see a cold corpse. With this contradictory mind, she searched for a while, and Shea suddenly found a pair of feet buried under the ice not far away. The discovery almost didn't choke her, but she approached, but relaxed. Those were the Krutz boots, which she thought were the bodies of the Krutz nobles near her at the time.

She took a gentle breath and began to march along these ice cubes and snowflakes that fell from above, quickly discovering that the snow pile was filled with corpses of the Cruz nobility, some of which had been completely crushed by ice accumulation, and her body and limbs appeared in a strange position. But these things could not bring a little fluctuation to Sydney's heart. She sat faceless between these strangely shaped corpses. Instead, the color of God was becoming more and more liberating. Finally, it was confirmed that none of them were familiar, and she could not help but take a slight breath.

But then she revealed her splendor. Where is the lord? Ever since Brando took her in, she has never left Brando, only this time, as if she could not see that tall and generous back, she felt like she was devoid of the six gods. Sy touched her heart, her heart was empty, but she didn't even know what was going on.

And as she walked along the ice crevice aimlessly, a weak moan suddenly appeared in the crushed ice, scaring her; she stopped, listened carefully, and finally determined that the sound came from beneath the ice, she hesitated, she was very sensitive to the sound, which was certainly not the Lord's voice, nor anyone she was familiar with. However, the mountain girl thought about it and still peeled off the ice and found a young man in a Cruz uniform buried underneath.

Sydney glanced at the gold wire on the other's collar and recognized that the young man was still a Viscount, who naturally did not understand the knowledge, but followed Antitina and Brando, familiar with her ears and gradually gained some insight. Such a young Viscount, most of whom are descendants of a large family, can accompany Veronica, most of whom have some identity and background in the Cruz Empire, the Empire Sangwu, the extended family likes to send their brothers to the army to plated gold, even the royal family, these things Brando tells her as stories.

When I think of Brando, the girl's eyes are warm.

The young man was frozen and purple, if ordinary people were so afraid he would have died, but this group of noble officers traveling with Veronica had at least the strength of gold upwards, so he recovered quickly, the blue-purple face would gradually appear a little bloody. The young man sat down again for a while before relieving his breath. He opened his eyes and his eyes were blue as a shallow sea, a typical Krutz. This lineage, like that of Fayna, deserved envy in the empire.

But unfortunately it didn't mean anything to Sy. She glanced at each other and conceived it, asking, "Can you walk on your own?” Sy seemed to remember that she hadn't spontaneously spoken such a long sentence in a long time. Even her voice became a little dry. She wasn't like this before in the Grey Wolf Mercenary Corps, but what happened to Makaro was too hard on her.

The young man nodded, somewhat thankfully answering, "Thank you for saving my life.” He wobbled and barely stood up from the ground, wondering why the beautiful lady would come and help him, but I didn't expect the mountain girl to look at him like a puppet at all. He couldn't help but be embarrassed, but introduced himself: "My name is Babarn, and it's...”

Unfortunately, before he finished, he was interrupted by Sy's turn. He finally realized that he didn't seem to want to talk to him much. He hurried to call her and said: "Please wait. ”

Sy just stopped and looked back at him, but his eyes were full of guard, as if it said 'Something's wrong, I'm leaving’.

Babarn shook his head with a grin: “I'm sure I'm the only survivor under the ice. Could you do me a favor and get them out? Or at least help me get those colleagues' bodies out, and I can't let them get so exposed to the wilderness. ”

Sy shook her head directly.

Barban swallowed a spit and found it a little too difficult to deal with the lady, but somehow he felt that such a mountain girl was more real. He was a descendant of a large family, who had met the so-called celebrities of the uppermost society, but that was the case. Instead, when confronted with Sy, he felt his heart beat uncontroversially. He grabbed his hair and thought he wasn't a hairy boy anymore. What's wrong with him today?

But this hesitation was just a moment, and Babarn stopped and immediately replied, “Miss, you are looking for a companion, too. With all due respect, I mean, if they are also sealed under the ice, they need your help right now. ”

Hearing Babain say that, she nodded slightly, hesitating.

She was not afraid that Brando would be sealed below. Such a thin layer of crushed ice would not even seal Lord Lordship, but she was worried that His Royal Highness the Little Prince, whom Brando entrusted to take care of Haruzer and Metisa, was now missing and responsible for her.

So they started searching and rescuing along the ice gap, and in less than twenty minutes, seven or eight people were rescued, but more were bodies, and the bodies of the Krutz were laid out for a long time, in turn at the bottom of the valley. At first, Babain was still in the mood for hospitality around Sy, but then he also gradually changed his face. You know, most of these people were aristocrats of origin, and they actually died here. And this time, the blame didn't go to Veronica because they were the Imperial Military Observer Corps, so to speak, to oversee Veronica. If the Knights of the Folds broke a seven seven seven eight eight here, they would probably be happy, but until Babain dug the body of the last Cruz out of the ice, he looked a little pale at the surviving leader, and the guy was already dead.

In this pile of bodies, everyone else is fine, but two of them are heirs to the Cecil family, which is a bit of a problem. Everyone knew that the Cecils and the Ashleighs were dead opposite each other in the Empire, and that the two men had grabbed Veronica's handles in the ring of the wind and came to grab the braids of the leader of the women's regiment. They thought this was a pleasant trip - and it seemed that the Imperial Military Observer Mission was never on the front line, and would not normally run into any danger. Who knows this time Veronica actually has an iron heart to go into the Temple of the Hibernate, of course, they could have stayed outside, but these two guys are also obsessed with ghosts, have to encourage others to follow along, want to see what Veronica really has to do.

Of course, they questioned Veronica's collusion with that Tonigal, which was a secret in the eyes of the Mission. People like Baban were reluctant to participate in the struggle between the Cecil and Ashley families, but they were also reluctant to offend the heirs of the two extended families and, with the acquiescence of the head of the mission, everyone followed them. Most importantly, Prince Leonarette has no objection, which amounts to acquiescence.

But the question now is whether Veronica has any conspiracy, and they don't know, that the two heirs of the Cecil family died accidentally, and if only one died, it's not clear now.

With that in mind, all of us, including Baban, couldn't help but feel frustrated sitting next to this pile of bodies and finding a way out. Without surprise, they would certainly have been retaliated against by the Cecil family, which would not have made much sense. Babang is fine, his family is enough to keep him out of this vortex, but the rest of us are less fortunate.

But there is one exception to this.

That's Sy.

The mountain girl didn't know anything about these noblemen fighting each other. She could hardly say whether she was lucky or unfortunate. None of the people rescued or excavated knew her. The little prince, Metisa and Miss Aroz all disappeared as if she were lost. What was lost was that one person didn't know what to do. Fortunately, at least she didn't see their cold bodies.

And as for the sighing Krutz nobles, that had nothing to do with her, she walked away with her Tianqing gun without even looking at them. She knew that Brando didn't like the Krutz, and she instinctively respected these high-toed Krutz nobles.

The Lord must have his reasons anyway.

The mind of a mountain girl is simple.

But she didn't know that, as soon as she walked away, she caught the attention of the Cruz people.

“Who's that little girl?” Suddenly some of the sighing nobles asked.

……

(PS: Day five, continue to ask for tickets ~)