The Amber Sword

The pale sky hangs inclined over the highlands, the stars illuminate the dusty brown rocks, the sparse dead grass above the plateau, the bare tree girl, and this picture roll, as if it had never changed since the chaotic times —— for thousands of years, although old constellations continue to fade on the ancient sky, it will rekindle bright new stars, alternating old and new, until the gods are far from the world, but the stars and the wilds are still shining.

The cold wind swept over the plateau, the grass drooped low, a sound of horseshoes from far and near, and quickly saw the knights on the battle horse in the plateau wearing gray robes, with magical light balls floating not far from their shoulders. These border fortress cavalry forces are not uncommon in this area, and routine patrols have become more frequent since the Lions of Tokenin entered the country, but on the imperial side of the Rokozy Highlands — Swordbroken Mountains Fortress, such patrols have a more or less human floating connotation.

The knights let magic light balls fly around the avenue for a week, and then back to themselves, and the speedy light swept the grass without any difference, and unlikely to be, because it was within the Empire, and the lions were still on the far side of the Broken Sword Mountains.

“Nothing unusual. ”

“Neither do I. ”

“Well, to be honest, I still don't see the point of this kind of work. Those stinking lions are still far from here. We need to come out and look at these rocks in this cold weather. There are only rocks left, except for rocks. I sometimes wonder if even a lizard would be willing to stay under these damn rocks? ”

“Lizards nest beneath these rocks, brother. ”

“So the enemies of the Empire are the rock lizards? ”

The knights laughed softly.

“Enough, you fool,” the Cavalier captain scolded. “Don't knowingly ask, our main task is to prevent bandits and cults in the country, don't know- those Rogerians who have heard that they can't even beat the Eluyns and are being chased away by a hillbilly from the South. ”

The knights laughed for a while, and the laughter grew farther away and faded away.

After the magical light gradually faded away, the shadow of the rock revealed a pair of sparkling eyes, a pair of pristine pupils, like a cat's eye adorned with scorched yellow amber, its owner stood still next to the weathered rock, staring in the direction of the Empire Knight disappeared, the skin with scales almost turned to the grey brown and evil soil, until after the Empire Knights had gone far away, it moved slightly, revealing a triangular head.

This strange creature is wearing a simple leather coat with some metal pieces on it, but the surface has been specially treated as if it could be coloured with its skin. It carries a long bow, which is obviously its main weapon, and it makes a hissing sound, turning around and walking back behind the rock, crossing a large area of grass, where a cliff emerges, and it stands at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the cliff, beneath the cliff, with a creature almost as vigilant as it is on a dangerous narrow path looking in this direction.

He immediately raised his hand and sighed a strange word.

The latter immediately turned around and passed down the cliff with the same voice, then responded with three or four identical passwords in the canyon.

A moment later, one, two, three, four of the same creatures separated the fog from the canyon, appearing sequentially from below the cliff, and then dragged a long tail, clearly a large army composed almost entirely of these lizard creatures, trained and silent, and immediately climbing up the cliff after receiving the password, it began to be sparse but sparse, but soon the dense black dots filled the cliff.

Under the canyon, a few more black dots are rising, a monster of the human bird, who is breathing through the fog and vibrating his wings out of the mist. These bird shemales whistle past the Lizard Man's head, and the Lizard Man standing next to the cliff turns around, and as soon as it turns around, countless bird shemales are spreading mist, flying one after the other towards the southern sky, as if it were just a hectare, and these monsters are all over the night sky in darkness.

The lizards are beginning to climb the cliffs, and behind them, more strange creatures soon emerge.

Caveman, Minotaur the Bull Head, Nest Lord, Scorpion Lion, Cave Giant, and finally a Medusa dressed in white linen robe, snake-haired face.

Medusa came to Lizard Man and said a strange accent.

Lizard looked back at her and nodded, saying something in the same language.

Medusa smiled a little, and when she opened her mouth again, it was the ancient Toquinin word: “Praise the earth, hallowed be Martha! ”

And at this moment, beside these two, an army hidden in darkness, hidden in all history and legends, hidden in the anticipation of all, is on the stage of this era.

They have a common name —— Jorgendi Oka.

……

The nights in the hills are far apart, the valleys surrounding the mountains divide the Mission's camps into two parts, more tents and the captivity camps of the Imperial Carriage noblemen, tents and carriages don't have to worry about Brando, because they are all owned by the Imperial noblemen, these noblemen who were once arrogant for a lifetime, but who are now taken hostage have not been subjected to any abuse, and Brando has allowed them all the luxury - except, of course, women - except for the lack of free access to the camps.

On the other hand, the Mission's own camp was much more pockety than that, with the carriage surrounding only a few tents in the district, the largest and most luxurious of which were those of the nun Princess Magdalene, followed by those of Dilfiry, specially prepared by Brando for the Count of Swallow to take care of her body, while the tent of Prince Harooze, a little less visible, even slightly more than that of Avram, was in keeping with his sister's constant teaching.

But at this moment, the candles are lit up in the little prince's tent, and even from time to time there is a quarrel.

“His Royal Highness the Little Prince," Baron Rutney said, not very loud, but very powerful. He was an envoy from the realm - an envoy sent to the mission - which sounded strange and irrational, but in one way or another it was clear that the Royal Party was helpless. What Brando did was shocking. Makaro, Ovewell, they certainly couldn't guess what His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz would think of it, but the only way they could think of anything from the worst point of view was to send an envoy to find a way for the Count to moderate his actions.

Now the Baron, in fact, means Makaro, but he is not a close associate of Makaro, but a more fanatical member of the Royal Party. Before he arrived, he had decided that he would certainly not be able to persuade the untamed Count, but he had not forgotten that there was also a Crown Prince in the Mission. If the little prince supported him and the other noble descendants stood by him, Brando could not always walk alone?

As soon as he arrived at the mission, he found the little prince at night, picked out most of the others, and Brando and Nimmasis left to scout the battlefield. He looked at Haruze and went on to say, "Have you been watching this for the past few days? ”

Haruze looked at her puzzled, “Mr. Envoy, I don't understand what you're saying. ”

“I mean, since the Black Sword barrier, you never seem to have expressed any opinion on what's going on here. Don't you see anything, Your Highness? ”

"I think I get it,” he said, "but I don't think the teacher did anything wrong. ”

Baron Rutney looked stunned at the future Crown Prince and seemed to suspect that he had heard something wrong. He almost wanted to rip each other's face off for a moment and see if the little prince had been secretly replaced by his lunatic teacher or if he had been poured some soup by that guy. “His Royal Highness the Little Prince...” he couldn't help but say, "Do you know how dangerous what he wants to do? He's gambling, gambling with the fate of the kingdom and the lives of millions of people! ”

“Baron Rutney,” Dilfrey couldn't help but say, "Though she still looks a little ill at the moment, and her face doesn't look too good in the light of the candle, she still frowned feebly and replied," What does it matter to you to really consider the fate of millions of people when you say this? ”

Baron Rutney's face wasn't blushing, and his heart didn't beat: "Well, I admit it was just a statement, but you can't leave him alone. ”

“I think the Count has his share, he's not so selfish.” Delphirie thought about answering.

“You…”

This Baron from Ambethel looked at these people and felt a little irrational for a moment. Are these people still noble, where exactly are their positions? Helpless, he had to turn to the outsiders present: "Princess Magdalene, what do you think? ”

“I am not Eruin, I do not interfere in the affairs between you in any way, but at the Black Sword barrier, it is indeed the rudeness of the imperial side, this matter will wait until the temple, I will also stand on the side of justice,” the nun princess smiled gently, “Besides, I still owe the Count a favor, and I will help him. ”

Baron Rutney lost his voice for a moment, so that the only person on his side was Avram, the fat man who thought there was a more sensible Duke, but Miss Owney bit her lip and looked bitter and vengeful, just not talking. He couldn't help but look aside at Enid, who kept his head down and looked at his toes without saying a word on such occasions.

As for the guy from Lantoniland, needless to say, he was firmly on Brando's side, and since he rescued the refugees at the Black Sword barrier, he has stepped on a boat with the Count. And the sergeant from Janilassou, Baron Rutney, felt that a small sergeant was not necessarily eligible to participate in the meeting and was too lazy to deal with each other.

But then all of a sudden he realized that he seemed unable to convince anyone, which was quite different from his original vision. He stood there halfway, and finally Haruze said to him thoughtfully: “Mr. Envoy, I think I see what you mean. I will persuade the teacher a little. It is late. Go rest. ”

Baron Rutney looked at the little prince with words. He didn't want a little persuasion, which sounded unreliable. If the lunatic could hear the persuasion, he wouldn't have done such a heinous thing. When he walked out of the tent in horror, he hadn't figured out the problem there for a while, but strangely in his mind, it seemed that the little prince was a little different than he had seen before. His Royal Highness did not dare to ask him to leave so ‘politely’.

When everyone left, a figure of Myoman snuck into the little prince's tent silently. The visitor dressed in a white robe sat with a smile and looked at the little prince with a prism: “They verbally supported your teacher, but that's not necessarily what they thought. ”

Haruze replied somewhat embarrassingly: "Because no one knows what the teacher thinks, Eluin cannot bear the rage of the empire after all, Sister Les Mecca, what do you think? ”

“To be realistic," Medusa smiled mysteriously: "The reason he chose was childish, the empire could have dignity, but small nations did not have to. In the eyes of the nobles, the reason for war should be something more solid: land, population, power and money. ”

“But ideally, for your kingdom, there is indeed a need for a flag that can gather hearts and minds. ”

“But...”

Les Mecca looked at the little prince playfully as if it was very interesting: “Legitimacy and legitimacy, these sacred words, what does it mean for an Earl, why are those who support you and your sister so gallantly frightened and desperate? You and your sister, a pair of childish little cuties, and the Count, who is also childish and ridiculous, I'm really curious, a kingdom destiny, will actually be in your hands. ”

“Yes, it may be fate's arrangement, it's always so wonderful. ”

Haruze stared at the lady, “Sister Les Mecca, you know, I've never been interested in this. The teacher was very kind to me. He was an honest man, and I liked him very much. ”

“This is your childish place, sweetheart," Medusa approached the little prince, holding his face with her hands, exhaling as Lan sprayed on his face: "It belongs to you, it will always be yours, and this is the meaning of orthodoxy, if you are still in this world for a day, he will never be His Majesty King Eluin. People gather around him for justice, and they leave him for wrongdoing, and one day, I want to see what he ends up choosing. ”

“But," the little prince shook his head seriously: "I don't think he's such a teacher. ”

She giggled, “Maybe, maybe he'll surprise us all. ”

Les Mecca let go of Haruze and smiled and said to him, "You just asked me what I thought, and what about you, Your Majesty, the future king, what did you think? ”

Haruze frowned slightly.

“I think," he said, "I think the teacher has a point. Ideas are valuable to people, but sisters, Mr. Makaro, Lord Ovewell, they all teach me the importance of ideals and beliefs, but why do people always prefer the real good when it comes to things? ”

“Ideals can't be eaten, Your Royal Highness.” Les Mecca said this and suddenly thought of something. Her eyes glistened slightly and patted Haruze's shoulder gently: “But maybe it's just a self-comfort statement from the weak, little prince, if you really want to know what your teacher thinks, let me see him. ”

“Sister Les Mecca, if you want to see your teacher, don't you think you can stop anytime?” Haruze asked inexplicably.

Les Mecca smiled mysteriously and looked at the little prince with a silent smile, as if the latter had said something stupid.

Haruze replied slightly, as if he understood what was coming. “I see. Then please go see the teacher, Sister Les Mecca. ”

“Little cutie,” Les Mecca kissed gently on the little prince's forehead: “Let me tell you a secret. ”

“What?”

“The magic your teacher taught you is ancient magic that has been lost for a long time. Even I have seen few records on some of the remaining tablets. I still haven't figured out what he meant by this.”

“I know,” replied Haruze, “the teacher told me that my talent is better suited to learning magic like this. ”

Medusa looked at him with her pristine pupils: "Then he must not have told you another thing. ”

Haruze looked at her indissolubly.

“Ancient magic, taught only to four men by the hand of Tumen, by the name of the wise man of the earth and forgiveness, Ellanta. Fainzan, wise man of light and righteousness. Fire with brave sages, Gilt the Fire King. The wise man of the wind and wisdom, Saint Osor after the wind. They are the kings of kings, ancient sages, pioneers of the history of black iron. No one has systematically mastered ancient magic since them. ”

The little prince sat there with a slight opening.

……

Brando and Nimaisi stood on a tumbling hill, and the stars and nights were fading away, and the sky of the east was pale blue, with a faint glimpse of the flashes on the Alez horizon, the long-green corridor, the most prosperous area between the floating cloud hills and the flower collar.

“Count Jean chose a good battlefield.” Brando's gaze looked out over the woods on the rolling hills and suddenly opened his mouth.

Nimaisie turned around and looked at him.

“Players of the Empire have written some of the most sobbing stories here and changed history, and today we are going to do the same thing here, and the stories that happen on this land are always so similar," Brando's vision suddenly shows a sea of spears, and the army of Anzeluta local aristocrats is entering the battlefield they had already booked, and he takes a breath, slaps the ride, and says to Nimaisis around him, "Go back, you should see it pretty much the same. ”

The knight nodded silently.

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