The Amber Sword

“Charles. ”

“Here we are.”

“Chipamila. ”

“I am here, my lord. ”

“Ms. Nimatis. ”

The knight nodded remotely at Brando, hiding behind a dragon-blooded tree.

The afternoon sun filled the entire valley, but the valley was quietly silent, looking down along the dense branches, first reflected in the curtain was a long, beautiful back ridge, dark, bright scales arranged closely in turn, then a pair of giant manta wings and curly necks, with a skull-like head at the top of the neck, which was a dragon. She lay quietly in the valley, her huge body almost filled the valley, and some tiny creatures busy around her.

Above Charles' spectacle, it shows the goblins, the goblins and some dog-headed men, the dragons like resting, the glue-like eyelids drooping low, motionless, just occasionally swinging a long tail.

Count Alcons looked at this elegant and enormous creature with some fright, a little smaller than the one they had seen last night, and it should be the black dragon who had left alone, and at his behest Sir Cooper next to him said, “What should we do, Mr. Commander? ”

Mr. Chairman - Since last night's World War I, this name has become the official name for Brando by the surviving Cruz aristocrats, and Brando understands that this subconsciously represents an increase in his position in the minds of these people, although it is difficult to say how useful this increase is beyond the present.

He also looked into the valley and shook his head gently. The dragon cut off their way, which was unfortunate: "He lay here in the sun, indicating that he had not found us, perhaps resting, perhaps waiting for Malthus, and we waited until evening, and if it did not leave in the evening, we would have to find a way around. ”

He turned back and said to Utah: "Be careful with its servants, don't let the goblins and the dogheads find us, bring the men together, hide them in a valley, set up a perimeter, don't be afraid to kill, the dragon is unlikely to remember these humble servants, as long as it's not one left, it won't question them. ”

Utah wrote down every word carefully, and the hot figure suddenly vanished into the dense jungle.

Cooper couldn't help but look in that direction with some greed.

A squirrel crawled all the way down Brando's shoulder, and then it turned its head, lifting its little head and staring at the latter with dark eyes —— this is white fog, she is Roman's messenger, both of which naturally induce within a certain distance, and as a caregiver of her own choosing, as long as she and Roman were within a certain boundaries, she could find Roman's place, in fact, she had already sent a message two or three times between Roman and Brando, but the latter was stopped on the other side of the valley by this dragon named Modesty, who couldn't get by for a while.

Roman first asked her to pass the message along, including the dwarf's confession and Chiara's speculation, so Brando realized that beneath the valley was actually the camp of Ms. Lizard Shaggus.

“White fog, you let Roman stay there, and we'll meet them after the evening, and be careful, don't run around, don't get in trouble. ”

“Mm-hmm.” White fog said nothing when faced with anyone, as if only in front of Brando or Roman would he have the patience to answer one more word, "Mm-hmm."

His Royal Highness, the little prince who squatted next to Brando, itched so hard to touch the squirrel's furry head with his fingers, that Ms. White Mist ruthlessly bit him on the finger, scaring him to shrink his hands and cover his fingers.

“Is this the magic?” Haruze looked at the grass that had disappeared from the white mist and asked curiously.

“To make the demon in all its forms and without the need for life, it is not necessarily a squirrel, and the most famous witch in history, Beatrice, uses a butterfly made of pure gold as her magic.” Brando replied, touching the head of the latter, and some drowning replied, “You will have magic too. Although not every wizard has magic, I will find you the best one. ”

“Thank you, Teacher,” Haruze glared. "But Teacher, can I have a squirrel as my magic trick? ”

“Why do you like squirrels so much? ”

“It looks cute, doesn't it?” The little prince answered with a red face.

Brando held on to his forehead, and was almost defeated by His Royal Highness the Prince, thinking that you dare to have a normal love, such as a mighty Phantom Hunter, or a cool colorful neptunium that can keep the master hidden together, or use a dragon as his own magic like Tumen. Isn't that what a boy should aspire to?

He patted Haruze on the shoulder: "I'm afraid not. ”

“Oh--” Haruze seemed very disappointed.

Brando smiled.

As a teacher, nothing makes me more proud than to meet a good student, but like Haruzer, who possesses a gift that is unimaginable to ordinary people in the making of ancient magic, comes from noble but not proud at all, and is rarely seen by a student who obeys the words of his teacher, even among good students.

Indeed, Haruze's gift of dark magic can be described by terror.

Ancient magic, Warnde's earliest magic, is synonymous with witchcraft, grammar and spiritual magic, the magic that witches claim to possess in words and languages, is actually derived from the obscurity of darkness, and the law itself is part of dark magic for unknown explorations, and even today, witches still use such power.

Ancient magic is very different from today's magic system, and most of the spells of ancient spells are long and slow. The operation is complex and rigorous, and the requirements for the application environment are extremely high. Ancient magic is mostly detached from formation magic and symbolic grammar, as well as dragon-specific string magic, and witchcraft. The most important part of performing ancient magic is to display symbols and formations. This can only be used in today's magic system. In fact, contemporary formation magic has a simplified method. Even if the method array is drawn in advance to shorten the time of application, however, this method is not feasible in ancient magic system. Ancient magic requires the practitioner to be able to display the correct symbols in real time.

It takes extraordinary magical sensibilities - blood properties, and terrible elemental sensibilities - to accommodate countless symbols under the laws of the four elements, and almost endless spirituality - the pool of magic, otherwise you simply cannot initiate spells that cost as much as astronomical numbers.

Few people were able to master ancient magic long after the Silver Age, but all this was solved for Haruze. Brando doubted that the gift of the Little Prince was a twin union, or a blue scourge. He had never seen Haruze overworked because of his gifts, which meant that he could practice magic in the morning until the evening, even without the help of the magic pool of the Wizard Tower, and the next day was equally spiritual.

Similarly, in general, one apprentice can master about seven to nine times, depending on their talent, players learn elemental spells or grammar is mostly fixed ten, which in NPC's view is already talented, and when Roman learned witchcraft during the apprenticeship, he mastered fifteen symbols, which has made Brando harshly jealous.

And for the little prince, he has mastered fourteen characters so far, one less than Roman because Brando has only taught him so much after three months of working with the wind, that is, how much they taught, how much the little prince has mastered, and Haruze can only do some tricks now, not even apprenticeships, can only say the gaze.

Who the hell is the protagonist? Brando couldn't help but wonder about his own people's production. He suspected that he had crossed into the world to open the door to the future for the little prince.

And in all kinds of stories and legends, most people like him have nothing to do with it, and if the story is evil, then he will surely be given a sword by the little prince, and then the latter will have something really cool to say —— say, 'Teacher, I don't need you anymore. Something like that. If the story was directed by a knight, he would most likely die in front of Haruze for something, and then the latter would finally wake up and walk into the cloud of the strong.

Brando looked at the ‘weak' little prince and thought it was probably the second development.

But it's also impossible to let him give up teaching Haruze now, because it's absolutely impossible for the average player to have a gift like Haruze. The player comes from a heroic attribute, slightly weaker than the apostle, and Haruzer is almost certainly the chosen one, and his character is his biggest flaw, which can be said to be minimal among the chosen ones Brando has seen, and even more frightening, he may also possess a gift of destiny and a remarkable blood talent.

This delicate little prince is the legendary face emperor, deviating from Haruzer's words and obedience to him. The feeling is like driving a small trumpet class with a plug-in open. Brando knows where the future is going, understands what kind of professional combination is strongest, and with Haruzer's gift, he can imagine what kind of monster he is building. That feeling is absolutely irrefutable to him.

The future of a wizard often depends on his direction, some limited to talent, some limited to character, but more limited to insight, many extraordinary geniuses in history, because the mentor who followed him was merely a magician of the river and lake and was therefore buried, and even a court magician, his insights were often limited by what he had learned all his life, and not everyone had as complete and complex a system of inheritance as a Buga artisan wizard.

Players are unlikely to possess the kind of talent of a Native legendary character, but Native people rarely have the ability to plan their careers as closely as a player, even to every level of finesse, but there is a bias towards Brando. Although some things he may not find for a while, he knows what is best and will never temporarily replace them with something for a little prince. Some things, if missed while laying the foundations, are likely to become regrets for the rest of his life.

Brando really wanted to see how far he could go in the future when the two were combined. As far as he knew, a few somatological wizards in the players at that time, their talents were not as perverse as Haruze's.

Haruze or even his sister, of course, did not know what path his teacher had prepared for him. For him, what was troubling now was how to become a qualified king. The throne was an annoying burden for him, far less interesting than following his teacher to bring other countries together. Although the journey was full of danger and fear, it was exciting.

After answering Haruze's question, Brando took another look at the valley, like confirming the topography or the distribution of the lizard's camp, which to him was a natural habit, a subconscious act. After writing down the nearby terrain, he waved to the others, indicating that everyone was returning to the dense mountainous forest.

After a pedestrian quietly retracted into the bush, Charles put away his spying technique and Brando asked the others, "What do you say? ”

“I smell conspiracy, my lord.” Charles replied.

“This is bullshit," Brando scolded in disgust: "Two of the triple-headed dragons, plus Queen Medusa, have already appeared in the surface world, and Jorgen Diego is so aggressive that he never comes out to fight for soy sauce. ”

“What is soy sauce?” Sir Cooper snapped.

“Soy sauce is a kind of tea. Drink afternoon tea. You know, Lord means these stinky guys aren't always here to buy you tea.” Charles explained with kindness, except that Nimaisie couldn't help but look at Brando very strangely after hearing this explanation.

The latter did not change its colour and went on to say: "Ms. Chagus is the heart of the Lizard King. Most of the underground lords are not in harmony. Modesty dares to stop here, at least to show that their relationship is not so simple as a joint invasion of the surface, but rather a closer alliance. I doubt that Gerard the Minotaur King and the Dragon Queen have arrived on the ground, and Modesty and Martha are here, and Gwendolyn the Dragon Queen will naturally not act alone, so since four of the five underground kings have already set out, will Gerard the Minotaur King be left alone in Jorgendigan? ”

“Jorgendigan has leaned out," Brando said quietly, sounding like a ghost, a cold wind, passing between the woodlands in the afternoon, allowing everyone to tremble voluntarily: “This phrase is now more than just an adjective, it is a statement, and it is likely to fit very well into what we now know. Together, the five dungeon kings, coupled with characters like the Lizard King and the Blind King, are likely to transmit their voices to every corner of the dark ground. ”

The needle smells in the forest for a while.

“What does that mean?” Count Olkons finally asked.

“It means that, fortunately, you may have witnessed the birth of the only great unity in the underground world of Jørgen Deegang since thousands of years ago, possibly even in history; now that they are collectively present on the surface, they are about to become a new witness to this holy war, not just a sudden force, but a new chess player, imagine, when the entire army of Jørgen Deegang enters the world of the ground ——”

“That's impossible...” Cooper sucked in a breath of cold air.

“Common sense is unlikely, but if the five dungeon kings were to appear on the surface, they would never leave behind any other lords who threatened their rule in the underground world, who, by their own reckoning, were acute at masterminding, and I don't think they came down to you present.” Brando replied.

Count Alcons chose to keep his mouth shut.

“But why would they do that?” Cooper asks, "They've been in the underground world for thousands of years. ”

“I don't know either," Brando shook his head: “But some of the Empire may know. ”

“You mean the one who attacked Little Ned's daughter?” Count Olkons asked.

Brando nodded.

At a time when no one chose the interface, according to Roman, could do this, looking at the Empire as a whole, but only the three people in the district, the Supreme of the Temple of Fire, the parents of the Cecil family, or the parents of the Lut family, or half of Grand Duke Kirk, all but the Supreme of the Temple of Fire, could do this, but these people, who dare to speak up and assert that they betrayed the Empire, who could hastily make this judgment?

I fear that even Her Majesty's encounter with this problem will require reflection before proceeding.

“Martha bless the Empire.” Cooper couldn't bear to whisper.

“How is Miss Delphine?” Brando suddenly confirmed to Hippamilla beside him.

The clergyman shook her head slowly: “She was in a bad condition, her wound was pus, her lungs were infected with complications, burned very badly, various organs began to fail, I performed a disease-removing procedure for her, but the effect was not obvious. ”

What exactly do the Jorgendigans want from Delphine?

Brando couldn't help but feel a little strange. The sooner the Krutzians found out about the traitor every second of the morning, the sooner the situation on the battlefield could be reversed. But this glittering dagger hidden so deep that the fate of the entire empire was sustained on a dying, paranoid woman, it was hard to wonder whether it was the Krutzian's arrogant punishment, like the Minor.

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