The Amber Sword

“Protect that silver dragon from her!” The battle over the sky is approaching the whiteheat, the dragon beasts circle around the vast body of the Misserille, and the lower they fly, the heavier they are surrounded by a low cloud, the tsunami and the low roar intertwine, only the knight's command clearly and audibly penetrates the hustle and bustle above the battlefield - under her command, the stone statue

The ghost is constantly attacking the surrounding dragon beast, it is like two overwhelmed clouds collide violently, no loud noise, but there is a cluttered golden flame instead of lightning thunder, the wreckage of the stone statue ghost as if it rained down rarely, and from time to time, a huge object falls from half the sky and falls to the ground.

From time to time a terrible tremor has broken out on the ground, Silver Dragon Misseril has turned several neighborhoods into flat ruins when it crashed, but there is still a circle of remaining buildings on the outskirts of the open area where the Knights of the Summer Solstice and the White Lion Guard climb up to assist the Stone Ghost in battle on the roof, building a temporary solid line of defense, at least temporarily, to bring the Dragon Beast

Dead end blocks the perimeter of the ruins.

Their casualties are equally devastating, with occasional fireballs falling halfway through the sky, hitting these lonely buildings and rising a bright fire in the darkness, often representing the death of several lives.

The little prince and the noblemen without the power of the chicken had long been transferred to a safer place by Dilfrey and Princess Magdalene, leaving only a few who dared to fight. Ike temporarily took over the position of commander of the White Lion Guard with Utah, replacing the comatose Metisa, and surprisingly, the Duke Kim insisted on staying with Marjorie.

, she understands some shallow therapies, and Bronfield, Deputy Commander of the Summer Solstice Knights, who is in charge of peripheral defensive lines, agreed to her request.

Just hold on for a minute.

Silver Dragon Misseril crawled quietly on the ruins, her wings pulled, her elongated neck curled up. She watched the battle in the middle of the sky with half her squints of eyes. Only once a dragon beast broke too close to the line of defense would she raise her head and spray a bite of silver holy flame, turning it into ash.

Stone ghosts in the sky do not lack wisdom. These Bukan creatures gradually discover this detail and begin to deliberately lead dragon beasts over the ruins. Although Misserille sprays the holy flame inevitably causing accidental injuries, stone ghosts in the fourth order are far less combative than hilly dragon beasts in the seventh order. Even if they lead dragon beasts to the Silver Dragon lady, they are better off than they were in front of each other.

Ten to one exchange ratio.

Mithril was slightly angry at these stone ghosts, and she said to Brando in a soul exchange: "These toys belong to the Bukas, if they dared to do so on weekdays, I would have burned them all with a fire. ”

Before the Love Stone War, the best Air Force in the Vaughn Sky became a toy, and only a giant dragon dared to take that breath, Brando pretended not to hear it save anger, just replied: “Don't forget that they are protecting you, and also, don't do it again, time disorder will speed up your movement, be careful to be seen by the guy in the sky. ”

“But your toys are going to lose a lot. Is that okay? ”

Brando's heart aches naturally. The Bukas gave him more than a thousand stone statues, but they were real high-end goods, not the monkey version of the general takeout. I'm afraid it would be half the loss after this battle. Although the steel puppet and stone statues were intended to deal with Jihad, his hypothetical enemy is the Lion of Tokenin. If he knew he was going to talk to the Upper Hill Ridge Dragon Beast, his lion would have asked

I'm afraid it's 3,000 stones instead of a thousand.

The problem is, he has to do it now.

Brando shook his head and was in no mood to answer.

Misseril glanced at him and said, “Don't worry, humans, if you survive, I'll let you pick a baby in my treasure trove, and I promise it won't be worth less than what you lost today. ”

Brando had a slight movement in his heart. After all, it was the Dragon's treasure. Warnde had a legend —— the Dragon's treasure, the kingdom's warehouse, that is, the treasure of a giant dragon even reached the backdrop of a kingdom. These two treasures, together with the ancient ruins buried underground, are arguably the three ultimate treasures of the Amber Sword. Any one of them is sufficient.

to make a poor adventurer instantly wealthy, but matched by coveted gains is the difficulty of achieving terror - the dragon tribe is obsessed with treasure, each dragon knows their own property, even if someone steals one of their gold coins, they can immediately discover it; and the Kingdom's warehouses say more and more, nature is also heavily guarded, high

Hands are like clouds; as for the ancient ruins, they are even more vain, and all that Brando hears about south of Eruin is only one successful excavation in Valhalla.

Misserille is an adult dragon. It is self-evident how rich her treasure is. There must be many good things in it. Perhaps there are secondary artifacts. Even if he cannot freely choose, if he can get a medium grade, he will be able to benefit immensely for some time to come.

But he immediately calmed down: “Let's wait till we survive. ”

Misserille's mercury-like eyes flashed with surprise.

The passing pointer is slowly turning, only a third of the way through.

The maximum acceleration rate for this subartifact is ten times, but for Brando, the law performs quite differently at different levels, and Brando would have to spend at least a minute accelerating a presence like Misserille, which would have been a very long time on the battlefield of a minute's worth of war. More than once, he thinks he needs a retroactive trail.

, the retrospective plate can be traced back to the state ten minutes ago, and instantaneous entry into force does not need to consume any experience. Knowing that ten minutes ago, Misserille was alive and well enough to face Black Dragon Malthus, it is obviously very simple to draw the latter away.

But that's all I can think about.

Forty seconds.

Cooper listened with some alarm to the tsunamis and howls in the outside sky, the explosion flashed from time to time to illuminate the entire night sky, the ground trembled slightly in the roar, the dust sand on the ceiling fell straight down, he looked at the stone fragments dancing on the floor, thinking that this night might be the end of the world, and that everyone would face the scourge of extinction at any moment. But he's still on the horse's back.

Nobility, acting much better than the little white faces that scared Cersei, not to mention the pale but at least calm enough face of the little prince of the Eruin sitting not far from him, which made him less able to pull his children to act too badly, let alone two beautiful ladies beside the little prince.

The Earl of Swanburg and Sister Magdalene knew each other.

Not long after Dearfield recovered from the ecstasy of magic, her face was very ugly, she leaned weakly against Princess Magdalene, and not far away Count Olcons sat face to face, and she didn't know what to think. As the former's minister, Cooper dared not to touch the mold, and now he only wants the Count from Tonigle to continue to create

A miracle, like the border regiment that taught them about the Krutz, is to get rid of that damn black dragon.

A panicked guy ran out of the next room, Cooper knew this man, a small nobleman close to the border of the Four Leaf Plains, was Count Jian's man, grew fat and white, and he didn't have a cocoon on his hands. At first glance, it was the kind of newcomer nobleman who climbed up in a relationship, and it was true that this man could get Jian's love, all because he had an excellent sister.

The man came crawling down to Count Cooper and Alcons, screaming like he saw a ghost: "No, someone's gone, someone's dead! ”

“What do you mean?” Cooper stunned. It's too normal for people to die at this moment. It's strange that people don't die in this situation outside.

But obviously it wasn't that simple. The fat man couldn't even tell the scribe clearly. He had to take the others with him to the scene before Cooper finally understood what was going on.

One of the aristocrats escaped, walked away and killed another Cruz aristocrat, the unlucky guy had a long wound on his chest, like he was killed in a pull, his head twisted aside, yellow, obviously had been out of breath for a long time, most likely had died before the battle. It's not surprising that someone escaped, but killing someone before they escaped was a bit of an order.

People were confused, Cooper instinctively felt wrong and was about to order people to investigate, but at this time, the Cruz nobles outside screamed.

“There he is! ”

“Murderer! ”

Cooper ran out of the house in a hurry and saw a man climbing towards the roof of a nearby building just moments away.

The man was wearing a Viscount long black shirt with blood on his neck and cuffs, he had a sharp knife, he quickly climbed to the roof with his hands and feet and then opened his arms halfway up - Cooper looked at the guy with some confusion because he had an impression of him. In fact, there are a number of Cruz nobles traveling with Brando, apart from a few such as Sir Moore.

There are many knights and gentlemen from places between the countryside who, in response to the Lord's call, bring their own ministers and entourages to take part in the interception of Count Tonigal, because the numbers are so numerous and involve almost the whole of Anzeruta that nobility and nobility do not know each other.

And this man, Cooper, remembers being one of the people he rescued from the tomb cellar at the time, and this guy followed them silently, and although we didn't know each other, he looked at the other wearing the Viscount costume, thinking it was just some place noble, but he had no idea that the latter would do something like this at the moment.

He watched the man climb the roof of the mountain, open his arms, he didn't know what this guy was trying to do. At this time, the roof was clearly the most dangerous place on the battlefield. Did that guy just kill someone to run out and be a target?

This is clearly illogical.

“Lord Malthus!” The man on the roof shouted, “I'm a connector, get me out of here! ”

The sudden cry seemed so insignificant across the hustle and bustle, but Black Dragon Malthus noticed that the dragon people's perceptive abilities were so acute that, in fact, at this moment, in the entire gray stone town, even deep underground and in the mountains of the nearby hills, it could not perceive anywhere but near the next area near Silver Dragon Misserille.

Fear of whispering in the lowest voice will not escape this dragon's ear.

The only difference is that it is willing or unwilling to pay attention.

It was only after hearing the words' connector 'that Malthus bowed his head halfway down and looked down at the presence of a shoreline worm on the roof of the ground. The latter waved at him vigorously, and it took a while for Malthus to think of the meaning of this abominable mortal being here.

It hummed gently.

……

When I saw that frightening shadow in the middle of the sky, I looked in my own direction, Willard. Valentine gave birth to a kind of joy for the rest of his life, Willard. Warren, that's his name on the bright side, but his real name is Ferguson, and he's got a nickname, "The Knight," and he's the human who's been with the servant, no.

Unlike the speculation of Chancellor Kim and others, he is neither Lord Earl of Tonigal nor a servant's staff, he rarely appears outside, nor does anyone know his true identity.

In fact, when that stupid caveman arched his hand and buried his future, Ferguson hid in the tomb cellar for the first time and shut himself up. Those stupid places the aristocrats didn't recognize him, they treated him as a companion, and nobody even checked his identity.

Even more delightful was the fact that the other commander was an Eruin, which gave rise to a bold plan in his heart. Knowing that he would never be exposed, he had not chosen to flee on his way, but sneaked up on him.

Indeed, as he had anticipated, no one had ever doubted his identity from the beginning, except for a little trouble when trying to escape.

None of this is enough, and now it's his best chance, and Ferguson thinks he's completely seized it too - the servant, the fool, who has no idea what he's got, but instead of recognizing it, the foolish caveman treats this treasure like some piece of broken copper iron and deserves to be humiliated. He wasn't going to mention it.

Wake up to that foolish bastard from the ground, who had the heart to hand that thing over to another person, but couldn't care less right now, it was more important to save his life.

He raised his hands to Malsas in the middle of the sky and opened his mouth again...

Twenty seconds.

The dragon beast had not broken through the stone ghost line by the end of the day. Sixty seconds seemed to have finally reached its end, and when Brando was about to relieve himself, he turned around unconsciously and caught a glimpse of the scene. When he saw Ferguson standing on a distant rooftop shouting the name of that bloody lizard, he realized it was bad, Rogers. They had long suspected that someone had betrayed him inside the Empire, but they didn't expect the traitor to lurk in Graystone, and chose this time to come out.

He could say that in an instant, he figured out what was going on and couldn't help but live in his heart and scold Father Kupper for his dog's blood.

“Dear Madam, I'm afraid we'll have to end the spell early, and I'm afraid Malthus will be involved soon.” Brando immediately asks in his psychic contact: “Can you recover early? ”

“Not yet, I'm afraid.” Misserille naturally understands what's going on, but now she can't do it either, otherwise she can only lead to early retaliation for Malthus, and she whispers, “I'm afraid it's hard to draw Malthus away from my current injuries. ”

Brando was silent.

Now it's only to be hoped that Nimatis can clean up and kill the guy before he brings his attention to Marsus.

However, Ferguson also understood this, and he knew in his heart the arrogance of the dragon. If he didn't attract the interest of the other party in the first place, he didn't know how to die. He simply shouted, “Lord Malthus, the tablet of war ——”

Before the voice fell, a sharp arrow flew towards him in the darkness. Before the arrow could reach him, it hit a glittering golden network and instantly turned to ash.

Not far away, a White Lion Guard officer with a long bow screamed and burst into flames, rolling off the roof.

“What did you say?” The voice of Malthus rumbled in the middle of the air.

“It's over!” At that moment, Brando's gaze was obscured by Misserille's wings and he couldn't see exactly what was happening, but when that big fucking lizard opened its mouth, it meant that they had missed their last chance.

Not far away Cooper was also pale and shaky at the moment, as if he finally realized what was happening, while Nimaisi was gloomy and the knight tried to take the long bow off her back several times, but eventually held still.

The last ten seconds, but it seems to have become out of reach...

“War tablet!” Ferguson knew he was already under the protection of Malthus and was relieved. He even looked at Sir Cooper as if he had seen a ghost before continuing: “Do you remember the artifact reaction in this neighborhood the other day, Dear Lord Malthus, I am...”

But that's not the end of the sentence, because that's when everyone hears a buzz.

In the void, a straight silver wire, coming from somewhere, penetrates the dust above the battlefield, one as if it were from another neighborhood in the dark, while the other falls straight into Ferguson's chest, falling a little spot of light somewhere.

The latter looked at the scene slightly, some unnamed.

What the hell is this?

This is, I'm afraid, a common doubt in all hearts at that moment.

But there's an answer soon.

A silver column of light penetrating the night sky.

……