The Amber Sword

The sky is staggered with white light.

It was like light rain, impinging on a platform, a bright pipeline of magic, or staggering past Brando, Veronica, and Mayfist, or hitting the magic shield that Charles would open, shaking a layer of violently vibrating ripples over it; Hippamilla struggled to hide to the edge of the platform, but a ray of light still smashed the sacrificial staff in her hand in her astonished gaze. Others, shooting in the direction of the Crown Prince of Cruz, turned the ice cave into a honeycomb, and small pieces of ice descended from the sky and fell on a poem and a haruze screaming with their heads in their arms.

The first layer of light beam has not yet faded, and the second layer of light beam is created along the path of the previous layer of light beam, dispersed in the center of the platform like lines drawn in milky white pigment on a pitch-black canvas, scattered like countless serpents to all present.

“Brando, those hunter brothers!” Veronica suddenly reacted.

Brando's face changed dramatically, and they had previously tangled with Coward and her claw teeth, and the battle had nothing to do with Paia and Aruta. But this time, Kowalski launched an indiscriminate attack, and the hunter brothers themselves were a little stronger than ordinary people, not to mention still in a coma, and if hit, they were basically less vicious. But the problem is that nobody thought of it before, and now each of them is a short distance from their hunter's brother.

And the white light, it's in sight...

Brando regretted nothing but watching the tragedy happen to him, and he remembered that he personally promised Peia to protect her and her brother.

But the first beam of electroluminescence, very close to Paia, melted a bright red dot on the platform, the second beam adjusted direction, and stabbed straight into the hunter's girl's chest, at this time, together with the protection of the holy light expected by all, fell from the sky, covering the hunter's brother, blocking the attack for them. It's Hippamilla, the only one here who can perform magic! Brando reacted, but there was a bad feeling in his heart, and he turned around and saw the cleric girl throw away her crushed cane and couldn't even take care of herself, first opening a shield for Peia and Aruta lying on the platform.

“Protect yourself, be careful!” Brando, of course, understands the price that Chipamilla would pay to do this.

A beam of light passed through her left arm, and Shepamira screamed and shook slightly, while the latter beam passed through her belly, “Ooh -" the cleric girl chewed her lips and lowered her voice, and the blood splattered like a fountain column, and she rolled all over the platform with blood. “Hippamilla!” Brando was desperate to crack, but another beam swept towards him, and he couldn't help but turn around and hide under a row of magic pipelines, allowing dozens of beams to create a spark on it, "Charles!” Brando goes under the pipe, unwraps a bottle from the belt, and throws it at his witch attendant not far away: "Pass it! ”

Charles hurriedly turned the shield in one direction, and the light beam still buzzed the blue light shield and rolled a layer of waves. He grabbed the bottle with his hand, pressed, and immediately guessed that it should be the thirteenth holy water.

Veronica was waving her sword like a mirror, turning the light one by one, but she raised her head, and the third wave of staggered white lines had been raised behind Coward in her blue eyes, at a time when the entire space was filled with incandescent electric light.

“Little fellow, Mayfister, we have to find a way to keep her from attacking as easily as she wants!” She also felt tricky getting up.

“Lord, I also have a problem here.” Charles was also anxious, but the beam of light shooting at them was like a pouring rain line that kept him from moving.

Of course not. Coward owns Milos as a constant source of energy, consuming them alive. Brando shrugged and raised his head and shouted at his teacher, "Teacher, can you find a way to attack Coward so she can't concentrate on us?” Of the five, only Mayfist has the leeway to strike back.

Mayfister immediately killed Coward, and for a time countless white beams flew towards him, but each white line came to the Grey Sword Holy, and was reflected back by a grey reflective surface that appeared in the sky. The white line was dense, reflecting as often as possible, and the grey field was surrounded by Mayfister, and for a time it was like a shimmering wave.

And the Grey Sword Saint seemed to rip a crack out of the white light and explosion, and made Coward jump, "Shit, shit!” She was furious and screamed and rushed to turn most of the attack to Mayfist, so that the pressure on Brando and Veronica was definitely reduced.

But at the cost, Mayfister had to retreat temporarily, and his order was draining heavily.

At this time, Charles finally had time to lift his shield and rush towards Shipamira. The white beam in the sky was like a tracer, slamming on his shield. On the platform, even a stray bullet hit Shipamira, who was trying to climb back up. The girl blew up another bloody flower on her shoulder, screaming and lying completely in a bloodbath. Charles rushed over to try to drag the latter back, but in any case it was so far apart that Coward seemed to see through their attempts and mobilized quite a bit of attack density to stop Charles from moving forward.

The shield on Charles' hand was bright and dark and his magic drained. He gradually saw sweat on his forehead. If he continued like this, he would have to go back under the pipe.

Brando of course saw this dilemma, and he couldn't help but feel so desperate at this time. He shouted, "Charles, raise your shield and face me! ”

Charles flickered slightly.

“Come on!" Brando died in a hurry.

“Lord… you cannot risk…" Hipamilla's intermittent voice suddenly came from her heart, as if she had endured tremendous pain and whispered, “I… I have not followed you for long, give up on me. ”

“What a long time, you think I'm a businessman!” Brando stares at Charles: “Come on, that's an order! ”

Charles laughed a little bit, didn't point the shield at Brando, but extended the edge of the shield for a while, and now he can cover the direction Brando is facing. “That's about it.” Brando was relieved and complimented. Charles replied, "But don't let heroes save beauty and make me miserable, Lord. ”

“Bullshit, don't you want to save people? ”

Charles shrugged: “I'll cover you. ”

“Lord… Mr. Charles…" Hipamila mumbled in blood.

And Brando naturally didn't stop for a moment, and he started a flashing sword and slashed it into Charles. “Buzz -” a slight sound, Charles' shield flashed more violently than ever before, and he couldn't help but shock and scream: “Lord, are you trying to kill me?!? ”

“Shut up!” Brando certainly knew that his careless servant was joking with himself, but he wasn't in the mood right now. He retrieved his sword from Charles' shield and flashed. He had come to Shipamira, and the cleric girl had made him almost impatient to look: there was no spot for blood all over his body. He secretly hated Coward's weight while holding Hippamilla's soft body. At this time, the white light swept towards him. Brando had to pick up Hippamilla and roll to the edge of the platform. He looked down on the edge and was surprised to find that there were just a few pipes to hide.

Brando hurriedly jumped from there and then placed Shepamira over the pipe, carefully lifting her head, but immediately slightly flashed, as he saw the tears on Shepamira's bloody face as if it were a broken bead, the girl closed her eyes, pale face, her dry lips slightly shaking, very frightened.

He realized how courageous it took her to say what she had just said. He felt soft, patted her on the back to reassure her, then took out a bottle of No. 13 holy water, opened her mouth, and fed her a little.

After a while, Shipamira moved her eyelashes to open them, but only guilt in the blue eyes of the sea: "I'm sorry, Lord, I...”

“Enough, you've done enough.” Brando replied that, in any case, the previous performance was perfect for a girl who was a talented primary-gold and who had hardly ever been to war. And the point is courage, Brando knows that the courage in Hippamilla comes from loyalty to him, and he doesn't know why this cleric girl's loyalty to him seems to be more pious than anyone else, just like the adherence of the faithful to her gods, which he can only understand as possibly a matter of card and character setting, but even then, it's enough to impress him.

“Take a good rest and leave it to us. ”

Chipamila was full of discomfort and bit her lips.

Brando said he could leave it to us, but there was no end to it, and Coward's attack at this stage was a bit outrageous - not even Mayfist could stop it, and his strength was second only to Saint Hyun's. He put Hippamilla down again gently, then raised his head, the space interwoven with electricity and explosions, Coward at the center of the whole platform, easily manipulated countless white lines to attack everyone, suddenly a scream came over his head, Brando heard it was Haruze's voice, his heart tightened, he understood that it could not be delayed any longer.

It has to pose a threat to Coward himself.

Only adventure, Brando took the blade of the sword of the earth.

In the interwoven white light, Dark Coward is feeling the source of energy in her body is constantly rising in geometric order. She can't help but squeeze her eyes. There seems to be an illusion in her heart. If she waves her hand, everything in front of her can be extinguished. This feeling of mastering everything was really great, even before the era in her full boom era, she didn't experience such a wonderful pleasure, so this is the feeling of becoming a god in the world of order, she licked her lips and began to like this feeling.

Though there are only bugs in front of them, manipulating lightning for your own use seems to be a good feeling when you crush everything with these forces from nature.

She also has more than a swim, and these people have struggled in front of her.

And by this time, those images appeared again, and Auggins had turned into a flaming sea, and the next city was the Ten Arms City, and a virtual sand hourglass was counting down over the city, just waiting for the next energy overflow, which was the end of it. Destruction is a pleasure in itself for Dark Coward. She couldn't help laughing.

It echoes in space like a devil's smile.

Mayfister and Veronica were all blue and blue iron, but nobody noticed that it was at this time that Brando had long gone missing under the platform.

Haruze's face leaned against the ice wall like a piece of paper, seemingly cold, shaking vigorously. The scholar lady was in a hurry to cry. She had covered all the spare clothes in her backpack with the little prince, but the latter's body temperature had dropped sharply. There was a lot of blood behind him, and there was still blood on his chest.

“I... am I going to die? ”

“No, absolutely not, by the way, Haroozer, are you like your sister?” The poet constantly distracted the little prince, under Leonard's instructions, so as to keep him awake.

Haruze shook his head weakly.

“Really?” The poet has some doubts: “I don't believe she's prettier than you. ”

Haruze wanted to cry but couldn't cry. He was a man himself: "Miss Poetry, I'm not happy at all when you say that... ”

“Who are you!?” At this time, the voices of the Laurennas, who had been guarding outside the cave, came in, mainly, of course, the sound of Phyllas screaming. Then there was the muffled hum and the sound of the fight, and the Crown Prince immediately frowned and looked in that direction, and soon they saw Laurena holding onto the wounded Phyllus and retreating.

The poet raised his head and his face immediately changed.

Because she saw a bunch of black robe knights pouring in from the outside.

“Everything's coming back! ”

……

The field of view is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Sy suddenly remembered the experience of encountering wolves in the mountain forest, as if it were the scene at hand, yet in the pitch-black mountain forest, the moon was empty, the wolves howled and fluctuated, and the wolves were like shadows in the forest, one side after the other, appearing around. The wolves were cunning and cruel in group action, like the Kruze nobles whose shadows were more than enough to lean on each other, they seemed to be looking at each other, surrounded by probing groups of wolves between the jungles, roaring, revealing Whiteson's fangs, and Sy shook her head in some trance, realizing that it was a long sword in the hands of noble soldiers.

The Cruz are reestablishing her.

Sy barely half-supported her eyelids, she saw that the young man with the crossbow not far away seemed to be persuading her of something, but the sound was loud, if far away, could not be heard at all; and the other party's expression seemed to be unrestricted exaggerated, and he sometimes smiled, revealing a neat row of teeth, making her chill.

It's been a while.

She saw a man coming towards herself, approaching her, and she chewed her teeth back, but found herself unable to resist. “Lord...” Sheesh's heart was amazing, suddenly she felt scared, afraid that she would never see her Lord again, so scared that she was almost shaken. Her face was covered in gray, tears could not stop flowing down, at this time a cold sword blade was erected around her neck, then there was a sharp pain in her scalp, someone grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, she had to look at each other - her gaze was already very dim, as if she were sober, barely saw the person's face had a long scar, and she was detailed with some funny eyes.

“Mountain monkeys, eh, what do you mean by that look in your eyes?” In confusion, the other party laughed.

Sy seemed to have been stabbed, struggled hard, and the man shouted and dragged her head against the ice wall behind her.

The mountain girl only felt dark in front of her eyes and coughed heavily.

Then she heard a shout, and the young man seemed to blame his companion loudly, but Sy didn't feel a little bit secure, and she just wanted to curl up and give herself a little protection. But the man pulled her hair straight and patted her in the face with his hand, as if he had said something to her.

What Veronica, the Pashru, conspiracy, treason, Your Majesty, forest species, seemed to mention the Lord's name. Sy shuddered and tried to hear what the other person had said, but her voice seemed weaker and weaker, as if it was coming from the sky, and she felt her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she was stunned.

The man stopped to look at her after he had asked.

She seemed a little confused.

Then she slapped her face so hard that she twisted it to the side. She felt numb, swollen and unable to open her eyes and could only squint slightly. But she still bites her teeth off and stares at those people, and at that moment it's like a blessing to the heart, and Sy understands that the target is not on her, and they want to deal with Lord and Mrs. Veronica.

It seemed like a belief had injected into Sy's heart, sobering her up a little bit.

In her already incredibly narrow gaze, she saw a young man named Babarn dragging away the guy who interrogated her, and then they had a heated argument.

“No… must inform… Lord…"

There is only one such thought in the minds of mountain girls.

But it was at this time that a voice seemed to go deep into her heart:

“Sy, I remember your name, right? ”

……