The Amber Sword

Brando slowly retrieved his sword, it didn't feel like killing on the battlefield, but rather like the returning swordsman carefully sealed his beloved pedal dust, he staggered with Roarwald, slowly moving forward, every step further, there was a phantom overlapping with him, each phantom as if he was carrying a different sword technique, the military sword technique of Eluin, and the cold and harsh sword technique of Madara, sometimes as if it were a great fit for the Finn praisers, the day-night sword of the Knight of Gracius, sometimes the sword technique of the Cruz, the ancient and pure knight, but Roark didn't see any of them clearly.

Hit him with the simplest sword, he thought he had avoided the sword, the sword was severely cut under his chest armor, the blood flowed out, the elements of his water had long broken before he could even play any role, he saw the countless silver lines of law at the last moment as the other side slowly drew the sword from before him, carrying countless pieces of armor, like countless glittering spots, the stars and dots returned to the dust.

Roark opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout it out of his chest: “The most superior element, … the sword of space!” But he eventually did not make any noise, kneeling directly on his knees and falling heavily on the ground.

Brando gently swept the blood from the sword, turning it into countless rose-red beads and spraying it into a circle of string moon. The smoke on the rubble was dissipating. He seemed to be walking on a cloud of smoke. The underside of the Earl's coat was dancing with the cold wind between Chongshan. He raised his head and was just a stone's throw away from the Empire's Dragon Knights. The Imperial Knight was forming a whole team, the horn honking, as if they were shouting a strange order, the front row of the dragon knights began to move forward slowly, the ground was slightly vibrating, the long gun like Lin slowly walking, the flag floating like a flaming red sea, the silver sparkling armor, the front and rear elevations staggered, Brando heard their password, and then the long gun drained flat, forming a bunch of lines pointing towards him, crossing.

The knights hovered up.

A long, undulating gun, shaped like a black wave.

But at that moment, Brando was thinking about Sy, and he looked at the knights in silence, as if there was a voice in his heart that answered —— hear, Sy, whatever Her Majesty the Queen told you, it would be Lord Cold Fir's answer. Brando gradually accelerated his pace, and the knights began to enter the sprint phase, staggering between the two sides, but as if there was an invisible force that automatically separated the Imperial Knight from him, and Brando passed through it, every step further, leaving behind him a shadow, each holding a long gun in the hand of a knight with a sword, and then throwing a knight away with a dragon.

Ten steps ahead of him, the Knights' front sharp arrow has completely collapsed.

The knights fell into thin air, wretched.

“It turns out that this is Kensei...” The Duke stared at all of this, feeling that the usual worldviews in his brain had been completely subverted at this moment, and his brain was full of chatter and buzzing sounds, but he couldn't say a word when he reached the mouth. Things seemed to have gone completely beyond her expectations from the beginning. She didn't know what Brando wanted to do. It didn't seem like it was just to take a breath, or to be young and cheerful. It was obvious that everything they did was premeditated, but she couldn't even guess why they did it.

For a subordinate who was taken by the Empire? No, she didn't even consider that possibility unless he was a real lunatic.

Unfortunately, however, she felt that one of the most incredible assumptions might be the closest to the truth.

And beside him, the spherical gentleman was already scared, directly paralyzed on the ground.

Grand Duchess Goran-Elson's little princess grabbed her nanny's hand tightly and asked warily, "Elsa, Mother, Count, is he waging a war? ”

The young nipple looked pale and could not say a word of shaking.

In her view, this was clearly already a war.

St. Mayfist the Grey Sword was once surrounded by a thousand enemies in Orel, with a sword that gave the Empire total guts, and even His Majesty the Emperor had to send two great knights and three sword saints, but even then he left safely.

But what Brando is doing at this moment is just the same thing. The attack power of the powerful elements of the Catalysis is unmatched on the battlefield. Although it is still impossible to fight a real legion with one person, it is not too much of a problem for him to have a hundred local dragon knights in the district. Immediately after the setback of the first wave of attacks, the Imperial Knights began to adjust their tactics in an attempt to surround his regiment, relying on the advantages of quantity to minimize the space in which he operated, often as the most effective means of confronting elements of strength.

But that's just the way it usually is.

Brando took the final step forward, as if it was no longer a normal distance, one hundred meters, as if his back foot had just left the ground, the front foot had reached the farthest corner of the knight's union, and the dragon rider had not reacted at all, seeing the space in front of him flashed slightly, a brilliant silver hua had sprinkled out of it. Then he flew out of the dragon's back with his saddle.

Brando came out with one sword, the remnants of which had not disappeared, but man had appeared in another direction, and then a silver hua, a knight flew out obliquely.

As if in an instant, more than a dozen brandos appeared in the shrinking circle of sieges of the knights.

The shadows appeared in turn, then disappeared in sequence. In the end, there was only one left. Brando stood alone in the encirclement of the Imperial Knight, circling around him. There was no more knight on all the dragons, and further afield, the nearby Imperial Knights were already frightened.

It's not like they haven't seen Kensei--

There are many sword saints in the Empire, two of the four legions have sword saints, and seven of the temples have sword saints. It does not include those that fall into the foreign legend. A century ago, the Empire had two extreme sword saints who are now legendary stories, but none of the sword saints they know has ever had such strange swordsmanship. Brando played the dust on the sleeves of the black woolen cashmere, looked up at the knights surrounding him and thought he should be doing well, but not enough.

He must become famous in the First World War, so that no one dares ignore his presence, so that the Cruz can understand that he is the grandson of Darus, heir to the Allied Marshals, and that the Eruins - the indispensable force of Jihad - are sure that the Silver Queen will consider this carefully.

He raised his left hand and Bahamet's blessings glistened silver in the sun.

But countless lines of silver law have risen from Brando's side, interwoven, spreading instantly across the city like a silver network, passing like an invisible shockwave across the Knights; Brando gently grabbed his hand, the entire Dragon Knights, all hundreds of silver knights immediately left the ground, As if they were affected by antigravity spells, they screamed in horror, struggled, but to no avail, Brando pushed them gently, and all the knights were separated together, as if they had been disturbed by a magical hand and reordered, and the center of the square was empty in an instant, and the knights and the dragons were fixed on all sides. Half empty.

Brando only has one left.

A woman, full of wrinkles, dressed in the Empire's red robe, with a sword in her hand, floating around a line of fiery red laws, looked at him quietly.

“Ms. Vana.” Brando seemed to have expected her here, politely greeting her.

“I know you.” The lady swordsman replied in a sobering tone: "You are the grandson of Saint Darius the Sword. If you are going to be your grandfather, why should you be? You will go alone and bring many innocent people into the war. You see, the Empire cannot tolerate such provocations. ”

Brando, looking at this elderly lady, was once deputy to her grandfather during the jihad, the oldest and most powerful of the three sword holy men on the Black Sword barrier. Her name was White Shadow, but she was the strongest of the Golden Flame Sword Saints, but he shook his head.

“My grandfather's grudge with the Empire, if necessary, is to be resolved,” he answered softly, "but today's lesson is only to educate the Empire in some of its arrogant and arrogant generations, that the teachings of the Temple of Fire have never written who is higher than who, in history, may have had such an empire, but I just want to ask you a question, Ms. Vana, where are the Minors today? Why did King Gilt fight three wise men? ”

Vana looked at him, as if she was not at all moved by language, and she shook her head: "So you're going to wage a war so that people can look at the Eloins? Such an honor, Count, is meaningless to the soldiers who died in the war, and I think you should understand that, in the ancient language of Jiufeng, there is no exasperation for the good of the superior. ”

“There is no war here, Ms. Vana.” Brando replied.

“Are you deluding yourself? ”

“There's only one argument here, Ms. Vana. Since you Cruz people don't think Eruin deserves respect from you, I'm going to use my strength to correct your point of view. Someone has treated my grandfather the same way in history. Guess who?” Brando replied.

Vana's face changed slightly: "Duchy of the Black Crow, you mean...”

Brando interrupted her: “I'm glad you can remember that, Ms. Vana, I'm here to answer you again —— I'm Elouin, the head of the mission, and I fight for the glory of my kingdom, of my guard, and I write this rule in the ancient scriptures of the Temple, which is sacred and inviolable, and since you Cruz challenge the glory of my guard, just as the guard of the Principality of Black Crow provoked my grandfather, then you should be ready, right? ”

“Wait, you're the logic of a bandit, and we are --” Ms. White Shadow's face was dark, and she hurriedly explained, but for the second time Brando interrupted her unjustly.

“Nobody says that the Cruz can go beyond that, right? ”

“This…”

Looks like it.

But...

An angry light in the eyes of the elderly lady, she couldn't help but say, “Do you think your little guard can overwhelm the Rogerians' border regiment, I tell you, it's impossible, Count! The Empire would not tolerate such a cunning argument if the Krutz and Eruins were to kill each other and bleed into rivers because of your own selfishness, and your kingdom would certainly not accept it! ”

“Yes,” replied Brando, "I am not cold enough to look at life and death, at least compared to what you did in the Alkash Mountains, so all I want is for some people to lower their heads for the rest of their lives, not their lives. ”

“Naïve, delusional!” Vana raised her sword and answered: "The Empire would rather die than bow its head. Look up at the sky, Count, you are not strong enough to force us to yield. Have you seen the scene of two equally powerful beasts fighting each other, Grandson of Darius, if I were you, before ordering your men to stop any attack immediately. ”

Brando shook his head: "That's exactly what I'm going to say to you, surrender your sword, Ms. Vana. It's not an enemy prisoner, it's just a mistake to identify with your allies. Besides, your resistance is pointless, and if I were you, I'd look up and see what was going on in the sky. ”

Vana flashed slightly.

She looked up somewhat confused.

But not far from her, Avram and Duke Kim have long been watching the sky as woody chickens.

……

The wizard of the Empire floats on the walls of the Black Sword barrier like the dust of the star dots and fluctuations, over the fortress, the black rune stone like a ghost attack and the counterattack from the Empire just as you come and go between me, fiercely staggered.

They saw the situation gradually recovering, leaving 200 stone statues with heavy fire that made it difficult to get close to the walls, and gradually they began to suffer casualties. The soldiers of the Imperial Army could hardly resist cheering, and although they did not know exactly how the battle was going in the fortress behind them, at least in the city, they had to win, so long as the enemy could not climb the wall, the tilting of the victory balance was only a matter of time.

But it only lasted until that young sorcerer appeared.

Avram watched this sudden war with horror, around him, Ike and the sergeant from Janilassou, who had already gone to the back to save the refugees with Metisa, and for him it seemed as if all he could think about was how to end it - no, it should be said that there was no way to end it, and the damned Count suddenly raided the Empire's fortress, something that could not be said there, and he could almost imagine how furious His Majesty the Emperor would be when he got the news.

In his subconscious mind, moreover, he also believed that most of the clandestine attacks were to be defeated.

He saw that, with the help of the wizards of the Empire, the Imperial City Wall Guard was taking the upper hand, while the Count was still killing with the Walking Dragon Knight. He had sent a young wizard to deal with the battle on the city wall. What role could a young man play? The knowledge and wisdom of the wizard accumulated in the long river of time. In Avram's imagination, the real wizards should exist like the old scholars he had seen in Karasu, whose beard dragged all the way to the ground.

But the name Charles seems familiar.

He couldn't help but glance at the man.

But at this glance, he can no longer look away.

Charles was slowly ascending into the sky, his wizard robe stirring up, his clothes flying in the cold wind - and as he arrived, all the wizards on the battlefield subconsciously felt a palpitation rising from the bottom of their hearts, and a century earlier, the flame of magic was ignited for the first time, a wise being, to pass this rule that never existed to all the people of silver and black iron - as if no one had ever understood where the law magic and elemental magic came from, which was neither divine nor syntactic with the witches - yet from that moment it had descended upon the world and shaped a great civilization.

Magic, from what exactly?

Perhaps only one person can answer that question.

That's Tumen...

But at this moment, all sorcerers feel the power of the same roots, as if it were a voice from ancient times, calling out to his people, a chestnut from the depths of their hearts, enough to shock everyone.

Charles is responding to that unknown existence.

“The Staff Magician, request permission from the Travel Magician. ”

“Permission granted. ”

The young wizard gently fluttered the robe with a silver flame in his eyes. His gaze swept across the battlefield and he couldn't help but reply with a strange tone: “So this is the power of the brigade master -”

“So this is the source of the law. ”

He raised a finger.

“In the name of the Book of Wisdom, the Law, the Flowing Wind and the Shallow Sea, show Law III - the Ethereal Dragon. ”

“Every moment of the day, energy is always switching forms, it sweeps through Mercedes-Benz, the river is flowing...”

Thousands of years ago, the Sun followers of the southern Minor Plains, the Fanour, had seen such fantastic dragon migrations that they swept through the sky in blue.

Thousands of years later, the Krutz regained sight of the spectacular scene.

……

(PS: You guys have been complaining about all kinds of soft writing, now it's time to give it strength, okay, ask for next month's ticket at the end of this chapter, would you like to see more fun! And, foolishness! Don't be paranoid about squatting in my strengths or whatever it is that makes me do PVP... this reminder is for your own good, understand?