The Amber Sword

When Brando first stepped onto the land of Grey Mountain, there was a real feeling in his heart - ‘WionmervasLit’, the mountains being like fangs straight into the sky - that the mountain ranges of the north were so described by the mountain folks in their language, undoubtedly the most subtle rhetoric for those steep, sharp peaks with grey limestone cliffs. Bending and fluctuating ridges make distant skylines equally tortuous, with light grey skies above their heads and dark valleys beneath their feet, the sun falling on the cliffs on the other side of the valley, also engraving the shadows of the peaks where they are, spinning some unknown raptor far and away in the middle of the mountains, sometimes screaming sharply back and far between the mountains.

The little prince whispered to them that it was a gray falcon, a raptor that lived only in the gray mountains, and Brando remembered that it was close to Haruze's homeland.

If you can see beyond the mountains, it's as if you can see the lowlands that have survived for generations, and the great plains that look north, with scattered hills and black pine woodlands, and a huge king's capital. He asked if the little prince had also chosen this road when he fled, and the little prince said yes, but at that time they left by carriage at night and entered Gray Mountain in a dark night. He was in a mood of uneasiness and impressed by the fact that the mountains that he couldn't reach out to were like sleeping beasts. And now that I'm with my teacher, naturally I don't have to be scared anymore.

The words of the little prince made everyone laugh. The carriage was warm as spring. In addition to Brando and Roman, there were Magdalene, Dilfrey and Nimmasis, where the nuns and the Countess were the owners of the carriage, and the businesswoman and Her Royal Highness the little prince were squeezed in —— not that a young lady didn't have her own carriage, but that Dilfrey's carriage had a charcoal pot of its own, so the sneaky young lady kept this in mind from the start and managed to trick the soft countess into getting them into the car.

Fortunately, the Countess didn't mind at all, but she was more than happy to have a few more people to chat with her. Little Roman chirped, and there were endless stories - most of which were made up - and took advantage of Dilfrey's heart, so they became good friends who didn't talk much in a while. Only Princess Magdalene listened with a shallow smile beside her, as if she had no intention of intervening in the subject, but only occasionally when asked, but every word must show the style of the Sister Princess of the Temple of Fire.

The carriage drove for a while, with the exception of Nimatis, who sat next to Harozer with a brass sword handle, long lashes drooling low and finely counting tassels on the curtains of the carriage, as the carriage bones knocked, Brando opened the door, and a cold wind poured in from the outside, causing the temperature in the carriage to plummet several degrees.

The carriage door revealed a frosty face of Utah. The former head of the mercenary regiment, the current White Lion Guard captain, sat on the back of the horse in parallel with the carriage, and saw Brando open the door and slightly lean down and said to him: "Lord, we are in Tiscoburg ahead. ”

Turns out it's here.

Brando slows the carriage down, then jumps off the carriage and closes the door. As soon as he stepped onto the land of Grey Mountain, a real feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. It was the first time he had crossed Ambethel to come to the land of the north before he came to the world. It seemed as if he remembered the struggle with everyone on the land. He couldn't help but look back at the carriage unconsciously, but could not see the color of the face behind the window of the car through the fog-cloaked window. At this point, the head of the mercenary group had brought him a horse from behind, and he took Utah's reins, rolled over his horse, and asked, “How are you, are you used to this northern land? ”

Utah was somewhat surprised by the way her lord sounded like her master. She wiped the frost and snow from her eyebrows and shook her head with a funny tone: “My lord, I am more familiar with this land than you. ”

Brando looked back at his subordinate with a slight glance, as if he'd never asked about their origins.

“Are you a Grey Mountain man? ”

“Kind of... before my sister's accident, we lived in Corcova for a while, hey, that experience made me hate the aristocracy, sometimes I wonder, if I'd woken up earlier... but never mind, I don't even want to talk about these things again..." Utah suddenly sighed, some excited looking at the undulating mountains and answering softly.

Brando nodded and stopped asking.

Utah was the captain of his convoy, but not the best, and the most suitable candidate should in fact be Kuran, but the old man is now determined to stop interfering with Tonigal's size and to buy a plot of land around Mintai after Count Denel's jail, as if Iron Heart were going to be a laid-back estate owner or an old farmer. However, Kuran recommended Utah to him. Of his five mercenary commanders, Leto intentionally stayed away from the heart of the power of Cold Cedar Collar. Only his heart was better off for the refugees he had brought out of Lidenburg. Caglis et al. privately referred to him as the head of the refugees, but this red copper dragon was also disrespectful; and Red Beard Batom was drunk on the cause of local security, as if being a magistrate had satisfied him. He had once spoken out that he had no ambition and that his current life was already his pursuit.

Neither did Brando intend to impose on the two first mercenary commanders who followed him, not to mention that he knew that Barthom was indeed limited in ability to be a magistrate was all he could be, and he often called Antina to complain.

And the three mercenary commanders who joined later were more ambitious. Kroncia, who had started to take charge of the logistics of the territorial army, was now almost on his own; Vern, who had already made an appearance in the White Lion Guard, had made him one of the three mercenary commanders in the Carasou Heights, the most fishy in Brando's army. After the Autumn War, he had become another important deputy to Caglis, who wanted him to command a cavalry, although the army had not yet been formed.

Only Utah, this female mercenary leader's eyes seem to be limited by the mercenary's experience. She was remarkable when she was head of the mercenary regiment, but she performed very normally after joining the White Lion Guard. Antitina felt the seniority and loyalty of these mercenary leaders and was eager to give them a better position. Vern and Kroncia both had this ability to accept it. Only Utah was in an awkward position. She did not want to be a small infantry captain of the White Lion Guard simply because of her relationship with the Lord.

And when Brando was tasked with finding a commander capable of commanding a small team, Utah went into his field of vision for the first time, and Kuran suggested to him that Utah's experience could make a remarkable difference in directing such a multidisciplinary, soldier-corps guard.

Of course, he actually has a better option, which is Freya. But having Freya as captain of the Mission Guard was a little too modest, and the key was that she had just gained a little reputation in the country, and needed to stay and consolidate her position in the South Army at the moment. On the other hand, with both him and Nimmasis in the empire, the princess needed a general loyal to her, to keep Freya in Eruin, to work with Antina, plus a Caglis and a Corvin far from Sylman, he was much more relieved by the situation in the south. Even if the old aristocrats wanted to take advantage, Her Royal Highness and Tonigal would not be in immediate crisis, not to mention the fact that he left behind the Tree Elves and the White Lion Guard, giving Freya enough military power to use.

With this in mind, he eventually chose Utah, and his performance was very satisfactory to the head of the female mercenary regiment, in which he brought with him Metisa, Charles and Shipamira, and the Tiger Sparrow's mercenary regiment, the White Lion Guard regiment belonging to Mars, hundreds of steel puppets, stone ghosts flying in the sky, several witches, four martial arts goddesses, and an invisible woman, and the head of the female mercenary regiment, with her own experience, arranged these different men, different soldiers and war machines properly.

In addition to the White Lion Guard and the Tiger Sparrow's mercenary regiment on the bright side, Brando hopes that the steel puppets and stone statues provided by the Bukas will be hidden, not to mention, of course, the witches and goddesses of martial arts, and that it would be better not to see them without seeing them alone. Utah has divided these forces into two parts even at night and has developed a marching route for them. She has great experience in how to travel in the mountains and stay in the middle of nowhere, and some of the routes she has developed are the ones Brando used in games in his previous life, making Brando watch and praise.

After more than a week of traveling, Brando has been able to fully identify what infantry captain this woman is, and some of them are born to be mercenary captains, elite squad commanders, no doubt Yuta.

Then Brando looked up at the long line on this narrow highway —— mainly five carriages, the first carriage in front of which was the ambassador of Count Ike and Count Janilassou, the second carriage of Grand Duke Carrasou's meatball-shaped son, the third carriage of Grand Duke Vieiro's daughter and the seven-eight-year-old Laurie of the Goran-Elson family, and the fourth carriage of a businessman's sister, all of whom, without exception, followed several of their entourage, along with the escorted White Lion Guard, which made the hillside not so spacious as to be congested.

This is also why Brando wisely placed that hundred member of the Mission Guard behind the convoy, leaving only a small cavalry in front of them to drive, or they would have to block this highway without moving.

And in front of this swollen team, a shadow of a city wall has emerged, which stretches across the mountain path, with the dark city building on one side facing the steep mountain wall, on the other side as if it were half suspended on a deep cliff, far away, in a brisk mood, this is Tiskoburg, the most important narrow crossing from West Fakh province to Korkova. Brando had been here a few times before in the game, but because of the presence of the players, the fortress was not as solemn in the game, much more lively, and he remembered that there should also be a market on the highway formed by the players themselves.

He walked with Utah and separated the crowd all the way down to the city walls, where Metisa and Charles had been waiting, and the second successor to Grand Duke Karasou, who walked like a rolling meatball on the ground, and after all these days Brando had figured out exactly how this guy's obstinate name should be read —— Avram or Auguste. When Avram saw Brando coming, he couldn't help complaining to him, saying that this remote part of the country was full of unknown hillbillies. He had to meet the Count himself to open the door and let him go. He was not given a cloud.

Brando has long been immune to this level of complaints, but there is some doubt in his mind. Generally speaking, these soldiers below will not easily offend the nobility. After all, not many people dare to impersonate nobility in this age as before him. According to Avram, it was either deliberately difficult or something was feared to happen to Serry.

He turned his questioning eyes to Metissa and Charles, and the little elf princess frowned softly and replied: "Listen to their tone, as if it were a burglar coming out of a plug. ”

Upon hearing this answer, Brando almost assumed that he had been made difficult by the Viscount of Tiscoborg, and this excuse was a little too awkward; this fortress was not just for soldiers and officers, but also for their families and nearby mountain people to live in. It was not too big to be a town. If a thief were to be martial law, it would be 365 days a year, 24 hours a day.

But Charles obviously wanted to know more about the people in there, so he hurried to explain: “My lord, I asked, I'm afraid Mr. Avram had some misunderstandings, and I heard that it was the thief who stole something from the owner of the place that made this situation possible. ”

Brando, that just made sense. A nobleman, especially a soldier nobleman, actually called a thief to visit him on his own property, which would make everyone furious. Although in many rural stories, Eru has bragged about the stories of thieves and nightingales. These righteous incarnations seem to be dedicated to the troubles of the nobles. They march for war and rob the rich and the poor. But in fact, those who truly understand this practice will understand that the existence of these grey areas of life somewhere, most of which are connected to the nobles, is not to say that the nobles support the livelihoods of these people in secret, but precisely to protect the nobles' rights and interests from infringement, so how many thieves and thieves there are in general, what are the identities of these thieves, most of them in the noble circle, the nobles occasionally buy dirt from them, apart from which the basic wells on both sides do not commit river water.

Therefore, the perpetrator must be an outsider, but Brando then became curious and wondered who was so daring.

Soon the guards verified their identities, squeaked down the suspension bridge, opened the gate and let them enter the fortress. Brando stared at the slowly rising gate, knowing that the so-called identification was nothing more than a front. Most of the time he had delayed was just to report to the Viscount. The guards below were reluctant to take responsibility, so he asked the Viscount himself to let them go.

It's just not clear to Brando that the courageous bandit he muttered was really a real native, not an outsider.

Within Tiscoburg, two carriages were parked under a shade - although the so-called shade also left only a few lonely dead leaves, barely falling; and outside the carriage were clustered with servants who, at first glance, did not look like those from rural outbursts, but seemed lazy at first glance, as if they retained their habit of idling before becoming noble servants. And the servants were well-trained, and their owners didn't open the door and get off, so they stood in two rows in a wagon, silent, blind, as if two rows of puppets were going to take root on the ground.

As for the two carriages, one with its crest removed and the other with a black wolf on the shield, the crest of the wolf alone was in fact enough to stop anyone in Tiskoburg, because it was the family crest of the Grey Mountains.

There were two young people in the carriage.

Two young ladies, to be exact.

Or a 17-eight-year-old aristocrat's gold, while the other is a young girl with thick glasses who takes a curly hair under a huge scholar's square cap, but she's short, like a dwarf, and she hasn't even started to develop her breasts. No wonder, at first glance, she understands that this is a real Lori, and in grades, she seems to be only eleven or twelve.

The two were obviously talking, but surprisingly, the girl who dominated the conversation was the one who looked like she hadn't even changed her teeth.

Just listening to her say, "It's so slow, it's so slow. I hate punctual guys the most. ”

And the nobleman Qianjin obviously had some concerns, and asked carefully, "Chiara, they seem to have found something missing. ”

“Of course they will find," Lori replied naturally, "The Viscount is not an idiot. ”

“But will we get in trouble? ”

“Trouble, of course not," said Chiara, turning around and measuring this little thing with interest, "I'm just a little bit interested in this thing. Did I ask him to give me this thing, would he dare not obey? I just didn't want to owe him a favor, so I had to do it myself, and I missed something, and that kind of thing hasn't happened in my dictionary yet. ”

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