The Amber Sword

Modesty watched the little things walking around in front of herself with fear, and the goblins and dogheads serving her fresh prey - elk and boar in the woods - they put these things to Modesty's mouth and then retreated far away, as if she was afraid that the dragon would swallow them even, but the former had no appetite, and she only occasionally opened her eyes to scare the little things apart and enjoy them.

She was waiting for someone, but it was not Marsus, nor some dwarf who had lost his soul, but Gucco - Gwendolyn's servant - who arrived shortly after Brando and others had left. She had descended from the air with a herd of hawks, causing a commotion in the camp, and Modesty looked at this little thing half-widdled, a rare hawk with green feathers, but at this moment it looked extremely wolfish, with several burning marks on her wings and several missing long feathers on her head.

“Looks like you're having a little trouble.” The Black Dragon's tone is a bit of a bliss.

“A few bugs just snuck into Graystone, useless servant.” Gucco replied with a sharp voice characteristic of an eagle witch, and she was grumpy, but her breath was far more than just Brando et al., who had infiltrated Greystone Town, but also accompanied Marsus, who was angry that her burnt feather had been given to her by the latter; she was Gwendolyn's servant, so she had no fear of verbal offense, as Marsus seemed to her, far less powerful than her master.

Of course, when she faced Malthus alone, she would never dare talk like that.

Modesty raised her mouth, and she didn't care if the little thing had backlips, which had nothing to do with her anyway, and she said with some fun: "Your master, that woman asked me to wait here for you. ”

“Praise the master.” Gucco, this is where the venerable god comes in.

This attitude made Modesty a little uncomfortable. Although she had to admit in her heart that the strength of their three ‘dragons’ was to be led by Glindolphin, the dragon was the dragon, and she would never easily show fright in front of the outsiders. Modesty sprayed her nose, a little flame rose from the nearby crown, and the smell of sulfur appeared in the air. She interrupted the latter coldly: “I have limited time. Did you find that man, the one your master asked you to look for? ”

Gucco felt a change in the attitude of the dragon in front of her. She hesitated for a moment before answering: "No, I didn't find her. The humans were too powerful. I only took a long look. Then Lord Marsas appeared, and there was chaos in the city, and I left while I was still in chaos. ”

“Not even a tiny little thing can be done.” Modesty didn't give a shit, but she didn't give a shit, and she wasn't half disappointed. Seriously, she didn't give a shit about those human plans. She and Malthus didn't come here for that either, just to help Green Dowin. Even Modesty felt weird about herself. Why would that woman obey a human being in the precinct like that? She was a fool, but she wouldn't dare say that. Who told her she couldn't beat each other?

She frowned and asked slightly impatiently, "You've only just arrived, I'm sure you've been back to Graystone, so did you find her body? ”

Modesty, while distracted, does not mean that she is not thoughtful enough; on the contrary, the dragon's long life and experience have given them far more human wisdom.

“The city has long been turned into a rubble, and there is no way to find it," Gucco replied elusively, "but there are no human bodies left in the city, only some stone ghost remains, I think, from the infiltrated humans. ”

Modesty was distracted, but she just asked, but when she heard the stone as if it were a ghost, she jumped like someone had stepped on her tail: "The stone as a ghost? Are you sure?”

The hawk witch stared at her with some uncertainty and did not understand what the reaction was.

Ms. Black Dragon raised her head high and said to herself, “Damn it, he hasn't passed through Gray Stone, no human body was left at the scene, indicating that someone cleaned the battlefield, that would never have been done by Malthus, he must have gone after that bitch from Misserille! Damn it! They must have escaped. No, they couldn't have gone far. They wouldn't have dared to stay in Graystone, they would have hidden in the hills near the Silver Valley! ”

She even said two damn things enough to prove her anger at the moment that only one person in the whole of Anzlova would possess a great deal of stone ghosts, and she and Martha could say it was coming for this person, precisely against the sword of the earth in the hands of the other. The last time that person disappeared was before Jogentigan started attacking Anzeruta, when she thought she should have left the Bear Lake area long ago at the speed of the other party, but didn't know that Brando had abandoned those Krutz nobles and had to avoid Jogentigan's reconnaissance, choosing difficult hilly areas all the way to this point.

As soon as she listens to Gucco, she realizes what she just missed and can't bear cursing herself at that moron in Malthus.

“I didn't even notice it in front of me. It was white with a pair of eyes!” Modesty jumps like Thunder: “No wonder we temporarily sensed the existence of the sword of the earth last night, damn it! ”

“The sword of the earth! ”

Gucco shouted, in her field of view, the black dragon suddenly stood up, spread its wings, the huge wings almost covered the entire valley, the latter began to pound its wings, the air currents were blowing around the goblin and the doghead, even Gucco could not stand steady, she danced with the raging air currents, screaming: “Lord Modesty? ”

“Listen to me!” Modesty coldly said, "The task Green Dowin asked you to do is to make sure that the woman can't leave Anzlova, whether temporarily or permanently, and you don't have to find her and believe you can understand me. ”

“Lord Modesty, will she be with those people? ”

“The woman came for revenge. She couldn't be with the guy.” Black Dragon grinned, “But if they were together, that would save a lot of trouble. I asked your master to thank me very much! ”

Modesty's voice also echoed over the valley, but the dragon had risen, and everyone in the valley raised their heads and could only see a tiny shadow in the sky.

……

Hiding in the jungle at the far side of the hill, a few Lori were being blown away, but before the violent air currents calmed down, Chiara jumped over and grabbed Roman's sleeve and asked out loud, "How's it going, hear what they're saying? ”

“Shh!” Roman turned around, placing his index finger on his lips and comparing them to a silent gesture: “Keep your voices down. ”

“Did you hear that?” Chiara asked softly.

Roman nodded and repeated the conversation between the dragon and the hawk witch.

After listening to her description, the former cheered lowly, and from the outset Chiara hit on Ms. Chagus's idea to gather more information from here - as for danger, she never considered it, and satisfaction with curiosity was not a danger that could be stopped, which was not an empty phrase. But even she didn't think the whole thing would go so well, just like she didn't expect to hit a dragon in this valley, and she was kind of proud to say, "See, we did come right, though we didn't expect the dragon to be here, but they're obviously looking for Delphine, which can explain a lot of problems! ”

“Really?” Roman asked inexplicably.

“Absolutely!” replied Chiara nailed, flashing a glorious look in her eyes. It was a fearless divine colour: "Now the nature of this matter is completely different, don't you see, Roman, it's not just a human conspiracy, involving dragons, whether Count Freud or the Empire's prime minister, they are unlikely to make dragons, and the fact has proven that everything I have described, the whole empire, can do this, but only a few, no, no, no, no, actually, just two. ”

“Have you guessed who?” Roman may not have understood the meaning of the phrase, but he did so with instinctive curiosity.

“My instincts tell me it should be, but reason tells me it can never be," Chiara replied with some caution, but anyone could see she was trembling as if she was facing not a grand conspiracy, but a particularly interesting puzzle: “No, we should first choose to believe in reason, and I need more evidence.” She licked her lips.

This is about the meaning of the smell, and the three fearless men present here actually understood each other, all consciously looking into the grass not far away.

Where, some unlucky dwarf seemed to feel the chills of the forest and struggled with a grunt.

Chiara kicked over and said, "Don't make a sound. ”

Then she knocked her finger knocking back and said, "Okay, now let's do the script as planned! ”

“But Brando told us to stay out of trouble.” Roman replied with some concern.

“This is no trouble," Chiara snorted: “This is helping him, the guy is good at everything, it's just stupid. If I don't, I'm afraid he'll sell it to people and help people with money. Of course, in principle, I and that guy are enemies, but now that I'm still in this mission, I'm not in the habit of dying with people, so I have to barely help him...”

“Again? ”

Chiara blushed: “Nothing, just blame me for being too kind. ”

But Pokémon couldn't see the goodness of this human girl, who was about her age, couldn't help frowning and trying very hard to repair the world view she was already about to break apart.

……

Chiara's original plan was very simple. The first difficulty of the plan was to convince Polly that the old dwarves, once they entered the camp, were out of their control. The anchor convinced the dwarf that if he did so, he would have to pay for it.

Chiara's work of persuasion was very simple. She only patted Mr. Dwarf's fat face and told him, "This is your chance to prove that you haven't betrayed him and have nothing to do with it. You wouldn't be stupid enough to confess to us? You see, since you've betrayed them and there's no way to remedy them, the information we got from you is out now, so what you need to do now is get out of the cage, you escape from Graystone, you don't meet anybody on the road, you don't have any chance of leaking, right? ”

The old dwarf blushes. If he is suspected of having an axe in his hand, he will definitely jump up to fight Chiara. Although it doesn't seem like a glorious thing to fight a human little girl, it is better than to suffer such humiliation.

Too bad about Polly. After all, Mr. Fire Anvil is not one of his stubborn compatriots who can endure a monotonous mining operation in an underground tunnel day after day, as if such a stereotypical character had been incorporated into the blood of this race, but unlike him, he is a distinct dwarf in the pursuit of freedom and pleasure, and he has always been proud of his unique act, apart from the present, Polly. Never before has an anvil resented its weakness as much as it does at this moment.

He had also vowed a moment earlier that, once he had escaped from poverty, he would revenge in any event, but Chiara had just untied him, and Mr. Dwarf could not help but hesitate.

Perhaps Chiara is right, he drifted all the way from Ashley Town to this place, he didn't encounter any humans along the way, he and the people he was looking for in Jorgendioka were simply two routes, if he didn't say, no one would suspect him of coming up; he could also report to the unmet Ms. Chagus in a safe and secure area, pretending that nothing had happened, anyway, everything that had happened in Ashley Town had nothing to do with him, it was the blame of that damn black dragon, you can't blame him for being too incompetent, after this, he could also happily go to be his alchemist, as if nothing had happened.

Boris Anvil just thought about it for a moment and his mind was alive.

When he rubbed his wrist out of the woods, he was inevitably a little nervous at first, but instantly recovered to his usual state. The three ladies followed him under Roman's invisible spell, and Chiara whispered to the former: "Just tell the lovely lizard lady what you were going to report, don't make up any lies, don't worry about getting ripped through. ”

When the dwarf heard this, his heart was wide again, and he couldn't help but be somewhat grateful to the latter, although the emotion was strange.

But Chiara threatened again momentarily: "But if a few of us are caught unfortunately, we will give you up for the first time. As reliable companions, there must be misfortune. This is the quality that nobility deserves. ”

Poor Polly. After listening to this, Mr. Anvil's face was dark. Even Xianni couldn't help but turn a white eye on the head of the elf. Only Roman looked excited for a while.

And regardless of what Old Polly thought at the moment, Chiara, who was under the role of stealth spell, looked back at the elves - they were actually under an invisible screen, and the witch's spell and the cape of Brando's King of Giants had the wonder of a different kind of workmanship, which also shielded sight and breath, and could see each other, but the only flaw was that they would be discovered by detective spells, and the magicians and the dog-headed people didn't talk about it.

Pokémon looked at Chiara with some fear and subconsciously grabbed the Devil's Gun in his hand. The latter said viciously: "Remember what I said, don't let your hands soften later. ”

Pokémon nodded quickly.

Polly Anvil arrived outside the camp shortly after, and the goblins and the dogheads obviously had no concept of vigilance. Besides, Modesty didn't need to be vigilant. Who would suddenly have trouble finding a real dragon? If there were such a person, I'm afraid the district goblins and the dogheads wouldn't be able to prevent it. When they saw the dwarves approaching, they reacted with their hands and feet. At one time, there were four screams in the camp. The dogheads were called dragon descendants in many legends, but their screaming was the real dog screaming, which is why they were named. These little things screamed into pieces, pointing carefully at the old dwarf with spears, the latter even more easily than rowing.

And that's when Chiara looked weird and saw a doghead in a robe coming out of the camp, carrying a cane and comparing him to a dwarf all the way.

“Teacher of the Dog Head!” Shanny wanted to cover her face with her own paws. She couldn't help but look back at this little human girl around her. Didn't she say that a doghead would never use magic to detect such high-end things?

“Damn,” Chiara shocked, too, and couldn't help complaining: “These underground dogheads are somewhat different from the dogheads in our surface world. ”

“Now is not the time to complain, what should we do?” Shani is frightened to shake. Although the dog head and goblin are not afraid, there are hundreds of goblins around at this moment, if they suddenly reveal themselves, even if each of them spears, they will be shot as hedgehogs. She doesn't want to be hedgehogs. Lord Shani's adventure on the mainland is just beginning.

Pokémon doesn't understand what happened for a while, but she also understands that it will definitely not be a good thing, she is already very nervous, even more scared to cry at this moment.

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