The Amber Sword

The smooth, fluctuating hills, like rugs of wrinkles, have not yet faded into the last colour of late summer after autumn, and the grass is deep green, rainy, and the slightly cold air seems to cover the entire battlefield under a layer of mist. Many people gradually appeared on the hills next to the valley, by the woods. These were soldiers, wearing heavy armor, pointed helmets, a white lion's head on their right shoulder, and the lion's eyelids hanging, as if thinking all the time, to outline the steady momentum of this army. The first officers out of the forest, most of them with a flaming devil's long horn float on their shoulders, which means that they were veterans who survived the battle of the devil's blood, walked under the edge of the helmet of a young man in the front, with a pair of eyes full of fortitude, his name was Mars, not only in the battle of Ambessel, but also experienced the wolf scourge of the rings of the wind of faith, with him the first batch of sixty young men from all over Tonigal, one half died on the battlefield of Ambessel, but he survived, taking from the lord himself a helmet with a white hairline, and became a squadron captain of the White Lion Guard.

He crossed his head and looked at another sergeant behind him, who was also wearing a helmet with a metal mask. He could only see a pair of pale brown eyes that emitted a bright light of wisdom. He knew the man's name was Yulir, although he had not participated in the Battle of Ambessel, but was the first elder to follow the Lord. Now, like him, he was the backbone sergeant of the White Lion Guard. There are still many such people in the Cold Cedar Collar, Brando's men have two systems, one is the original Red Copper Dragon Mercenary Corps, the leader of this mercenary corps is Red Copper Dragon Reto, a veteran of years of war who is now superior in Tonigal, most of his men were the first to follow Brando, from Lord Rong, now the system has hidden the elder's head. But Brando had always been intent on diluting the military position of non-professional soldiers in Tonigal, with the Red Copper Dragon Mercenary Corps stationed in Mintai, and was now primarily responsible for local policing in Cold Cedar Collar, in a position with the cavemen in charge of local defence, but Leto himself had little ambition, so he was comfortable with the arrangement.

Of course, Brando's arrangement was never based on considerations of power, but merely to emphasize the future role of professional soldiers for Tonigal and even for this kingdom; no one knows better than him how bad the aristocratic private forces were in the old days, and what happened to the Vieira army today is a bleeding precursor to surprise and admire those who otherwise did not understand Brando's arrangement, although they do not understand that Brando saw much more than that, and he knows more than anyone what Eluin will need at this moment.

Brando's other system, the newly formed Legion of White Lions and the Legion of Windshot, is Tonigal's future blood, but he hasn't stopped his old men from joining the camp. Many have seen that this regiment is the true core force of Brando's future, and those who care about the future of the White Lion Guard, including even several mercenary commanders who were originally with Brando - with the exception of Crencia, who now serves in the Logistics Department, Utah and Vern have taken the initiative to join the White Lion Guard and become the Cavaliers of the 3rd and 4th Battalions of the White Lion Guard. These men and Tonigal locals, as well as the former White Lion Regiment Royal Party Shao Zhuang, have become the three main factions of the New White Lion Regiment, but Brando hates factions, which are good from the bottom up, so this so-called faction stays only on a geographical level.

Juliet noticed the gaze of his colleagues and turned back - on the edge of the forest, flat with his gaze, the densely numb White Lion Infantry was slowly coming out of it, the young people had pulled out their swords, brushed a piece together, and the White Lion's heavy sword flashed a faint cold light in the rain; the flag bearer had not raised the flag yet, so the queue could not be seen, but at the far end of the field of view, a few figures stood on the horse's back in the mist.

“Nervous?” In such a cold weather, Brando could almost breathe white, but with his strength, he naturally did not have to wear a metal mask or even an overweight armor. He wore only a chest armor outside the vest shirt, and the belt under the grey chest was tightly strapped between his waist, engraved with a double-headed vulture crest, which was his new trophy: the Lonia Gap. He was saying this to Freya beside him, and the future goddess of martial arts shook her head, “It's not the first time I've been in battle, Brando, really,” she thought, but she was so nervous in Ambethel that she could barely grasp the sword she was usually familiar with, and after going through battles over and over, she got used to it. She raised her head and looked forward, her bright eyes as if she could see through the haze a few miles away: "It's like Butch here, uncle, aunt, this time I'm going to drive those damn aggressors back! ”

Also in the gentle hills of the Pine Mountains, behind the rain fog was the same enemy that night, and Freya's eyes seemed to burn a firm belief, like the fire that the Butch bear burned that night, she unconsciously tightened the Lion's Heart sword in her hand.

Walk out of the fog.

“Caglis!” Miss Merriam, next to Brando, made a burdened cry, and now she is no longer dressed as a man, but as a young woman, she has recovered her dress. Her beautiful light blonde hair makes her a famous beauty in the Cold Cedar Collar, but cheaper than Caglis. Merliah's father was a nobleman south of Ambethel, a family of Cruz descent, and therefore her father inherited the temper of the Empire's eyes above the top, and had always objected to his daughter's love affair with this poor, rural boy, Caglis, but since Brando's astonishing roar in the kingdom, his wealthy father-in-law, who looked after the future of Caglis, had acquiesced to the marriage, because of which Merliah and Caglis now so desperate for Brando.

Caglis glanced blushly at Merliah and followed several young men behind him. Brando glanced at Kevin behind him, “He actually came in person.” Brando was slightly surprised, but did not show up on his face. Instead, raise your hand and throw away a helmet with long beams and feathers. Caglis took the helmet and replied with a smile: "Caglis reports to you, my lord, requesting your return.” He glanced at his lord and nodded in praise of the place. He couldn't help but glance at Merliah beside him and answered with some embarrassment: “Lord, how did you get her to come too? ”

“Miss Merriam is the most distinguished cleric in the realm and the head of my corps of priests. Why can't she come?” Brando answered without courage and looked at the guy with a glance: "Of course, Merliah belongs to you on personal matters. But you can't stop her from devoting herself to her territory, can you, Caglis? You can't be too selfish. ”

Merliah was not the first of Brando's clerics, but should have been Hippamilla, but Hippamilla was a Hippamillah, and Eruin, under the Temple of Fire, could only act alone, otherwise only to provoke religious strife. When Brando said this, he suddenly remembered that there was another person who lived temporarily in the Territory, in terms of doctrinal studies and status in the temple, far more than Merriam existed: Her Royal Highness the Sister of Antoboro, although Magdalene was not fully recovered yet, and during the recovery period, even if she wanted to, Brando would not have agreed to take such a harsh weather to expedite to Jean de Neil, which would not have been too close.

When Miss Cleric heard Brando's second half, her face was almost burning. Even though her face was as thick as the walls of the city, Caglis couldn't help it. He found himself often in collusion with the Lord, but the Count seemed to have some recent signs in this regard, which was a little unpredictable. Of course, he did not know that Brando had to receive more than a thousand times more information every day in his previous life. To say that the ability to spit in the trough was also far superior to him and could never be slightly inferior. The reason why he was not compared to him was simply because the majesty of the lord had not yet been established.

I'm afraid not even Caglis himself has noticed that, unconsciously, he has fully acknowledged this Lord, who is probably a year or two younger than him.

He hurried to cough twice and covered up the past. At this time, Brando had been looking at Kevin behind him, a young man thinner than he had seen at first sight, his cheeks deeply recessed in, but those dark eyes were deeper and sharper, and the whole person became more resilient. He was wearing a thick skinned cloak, and the whole person appeared to be a little Pello, just six months gone, and he grew up a lot taller, a teenager, and now he has the whole style of one of the masters.

“Long time no see, Count.” Kevin said first. He had previously looked with interest at Brando's subordination, but in his heart was very surprised by the relationship between him and the Lord. Born in the mining area under the administration of Denel, he had become accustomed to the peeling of the lower layers by the old aristocracy. He was deeply averse to the aristocratic bureaucracy and had no fondness for it. Like all those who had aspirations since childhood, Kevin dared to put his hatred into action; but in the end, it was difficult for the future King of Denel to look beyond this era, when he wanted equality and freedom, but he had difficulty imagining a world in which genuine nobility was equal to one another, making it even more difficult to understand the freaks in a nobleman like Brando.

“It seems that this Count Tonigle is, as rumoured, a man of his own accord. Just wondering if it's out of character or hypocrisy?” In fact, he had an answer in his heart. After all, Brando had been beneficial to all of them underground in Chevrond, and he was impressed by this lord: unlike ordinary aristocrats who betrayed righteousness, focused on promises, kept promises, and had quite an ancient nobility. Kevin never simply hated the nobility, but hatred stood in the way of the corrupt upper realm. Any Eruin had a desire for faith in his predecessor, King Ecker, and Kevin was no exception. The advent of such an aristocrat as Brando gave him a revelation.

Maybe that's who he's looking for.

The future King of Denel was extremely complex, but he didn't show a dot on his face, and he looked at Brando. Brando already has hidden speculation in his heart at this moment, but he still doesn't dare to believe that the future Lord of the party is going to effect him? He was almost flattered. In Brando's view, a man like Kevin, who was able to jump from refugee status to a real ruler of a territory, was absolutely born into the legend, ambitious, ambitious, ambitious, if not too small a pattern for Eruin, his future achievements would never have been limited to that. If he had been placed in the history of his other fatherland, he would have been the founder of a dynasty, and such a man would have planned to rely on him?

For the first time since he crossed the world, Brando felt a little overwhelmed with wangbao, but he quickly reacted in the air. After all, Corwin is not the future king of Jean de Neil. He is now only the head of a bandit, he has not encountered so many occasions in history, and because of his existence, he probably will not wait for that for the rest of his life. And when he was in Schafflund, the reason why Kevin didn't turn to him was because at that time he was just a bandit leader, obviously not attractive to each other; at that time, Kevin obviously didn't have so many ideas now, he was just a teenager, thinking about going outside Schafflund to see the wider world.

But only six months later, the mind of this teenager has changed dramatically, and it seems that the wider world has indeed changed his life.

“Thank you very much for everything you have done for the Sylman region in this war, Mr. Kevin. Sometimes origins are not representative of everything. Nobility is never born superior. There are many capable people, and you happen to be the most outstanding of them all.” Brando praises lightly: “Some people have been sheltered by their fathers long before you, but are now far behind you. Mr. Kevin, when the ancient nobles opened the borders of the kingdom with swordplows, their origins were never ordained by God, but five words - faith and struggle. ”

Kevin's eyes lit up in a flash, and that's all he's been looking for. What Brando said, as if the sentence was a testament to his constant confusion, almost doubted that he had some kind of hollow, heartfelt ability to look at Brando with a frightening look. But the future King of Denel is not wrong. Brando does have some kind of hollow power in his heart. Historically, it has been the glory of this ancient nobility that Kevin has been pursuing. This is actually the ideal that every Eruin aspires to. However, ordinary people can only fantasize in their hearts, but Kevin dares to put it into action.

Brando knows what the King of Denel thinks, and the natural phrase is correct. However, he is still a little worried. After all, the person in front of him is already different from what he has been through in history. Perhaps his outlook on life and good and bad has already changed? But Corwin's divine colour finally relieved him, "Fortunately, while Warnde's history is now a mess, at least some details are hard to change.” He thought that he should have said something about the other person.

“Sylman is an important gateway to the southern realm of the kingdom, what it will look like in the future, as you have seen today, and going south here is a dark country, where the rising empire's future will be the kingdom's most terrible enemy. Mr. Corvin, there's more to what you can do than just today. ”

Kevin was calm and shook his head: “I'm just a dead man, Count, and everything I've done today is far less noble than what you said, just to make you feel better. ”

“Mr. Kevin, why are you being so self-righteous?” Freya also heard that there was an affair between the two, she fought to defend Bucchi's ideals, and the other half was solely on Brando, knowing that Brando wanted to subdue the young man in front of her, who had never had to ask why and had spoken out to persuade her. But Kevin just looked at the knight in front of him, shook his head, and didn't answer.

Brando knew that Freya's words from the Royal Knights College would be of little use to this ambitious young man, and that set of things could be preferred to a simple girl like Freya. He looked at Kevin and said, “You and I are both dead people, we have died because of this kingdom and the faith in our hearts. In the face of this insistence, everything else is just insignificant. Why should you care about the rubies? ”

Kevin shrugged slightly and stopped refuting. Instead, he stood aside slightly. Brando knew that he had moved, so he stopped asking. This man was a real man, and his origins were very similar to his own, and if he did, he could only stand with him. Throughout the kingdom, no one but him would treat these people equally, and indeed even if he were himself, without the support of His Royal Highness the Grandson of Saint Darus the Sword, he would not necessarily be able to establish himself within the kingdom.

The exclusion of the civilian population by the nobility is deeply entrenched.

Light rain continues, Brando leaves this question aside and asks Caglis beside him: "Tell me, what's going on up ahead, our Count Jacques is dead or alive now, how much more of Vieiro's army remains?” As soon as the spirit of Caglis was vibrated, he replied: “Thomo Bob was a man, although his men were a little foolish to follow the knights, almost buried the Vieirans, Martha on top, I had never seen such a terrible failure, it was a pure joke. But Lord, it is a miracle that Tombo didn't let his men escape. Madara, that's horrible...”

Mentioning Madara, he couldn't help but fight a cold war, and since the Battle of Ambessel, all of them had a high self-esteem for the White Lion Guard and had never looked at Madara. Although Brando has spoken more than once about the horror of that Bromando rose, in Caglis' heart, the horror of the Undead Army is relative to Eruin's old armies, which he thought would naturally sweep past if he came against those aristocratic private armies, but in front of the White Lion Guard, it was just a turkey hound. The White Lion Guard once carried the shock of the Devil's Army during the Battle of Ambethel. The legend of the dead is horrible, and there are no demons known to be the most powerful soldier.

But what he saw today made him feel refreshed, and his awe of his lord deepened a few points.

In fact, almost every general encountered with the Undead Army for the first time gives birth to the same idea as Caglis. The Undead, as separate individuals, may not be as terrible as the Devil, but once united into an army, they are one of the most terrible armies in the world. It is a silent army that will neither scream out of fear nor escape from injury, with less than 100 per cent war damage, will never give up resistance, no despair, no excitement, will only move forward silently and then devour everything.

And their opponents will never feel the advantage of so-called valor on these bone skeletons, because even if you're so powerful, it doesn't make sense to face a piece of wood, and you still have to kill and crush each and every one of them to win.

The winners of the battle against the dead will feel compelled, and the losers, the losers, will feel nothing, because they have become part of that black rose.

The roses of Bromando will never fade away, as if they were immortal.

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