The Amber Sword

After all, Chiara was still a child, and although her head was the one when analyzing it, when there was a real problem, she couldn't help herself —— the dog head mentor came to Polly with a staff. Around the fire anvil, pretending to pretend to be ready, Chiara and the elf couldn't help but look pale - it was at this time that Roman hummed softly, muttering: “Strange, there are no magic ripples on the staff. ”

She said this, and Chiara and Shani noticed that something was wrong: the spell in the mouth of the doghead's mentor, though similar, was not the same thing, let alone that the lines of law in space did not vibrate at all when it was applied, and the sea of magic did not waver, which was not at all a sign before the spell, but rather like ——

God-fearing god's stick!

“Damn it!” Chiara reacted in a moment, and the head dog was not a mentor at all, or a mixed-up liar. Such magicians were not uncommon among humans, and even some rural lords were deceived by them.

Chiara couldn't resist a little red and white for a while. She used to brag that she was a genius. She made the same mistakes that the hillbillies she never looked down on. The little girl couldn't resist biting her teeth off, afraid she'd have to throw a scare at the bloody head, so that she could understand why magic was not desecrating.

Polly Anvil also scared his leg and stomach, he knew what was behind him, but when he thought he was no longer robbed, the dog head mentor nodded satisfactorily and suggested that other goblins and dog heads could release him. What is this? The dwarf alchemist couldn't help but stare at his eyes. He didn't even think that the magic tricks of these little girls were so powerful that he could avoid magic detection. He couldn't help but relieve himself. At the same time, he finally had some confidence in the plan of the other pit father.

After a false alarm, this little team finally didn't run into any more trouble, dwarf Polly. The anchor passed through the camp under the guidance of the goblin and soon saw the woman, Ms. Chagus.

This legendary lizard lady looks like a lizard, but it's also a lizard that walks upright on both feet and wears a suited suit of leather when Polly... When the fire anvil saw her, she was soothing her mount - it was a basement lizard, and the unlucky big guy was obviously a little uncomfortable with the surface environment, a little sick, disgusted, dressed up in a spear, Ms. Chagus picked up a stinky piece of rotten meat, and the latter half squinted his eyes and looked like a lovely woman.

Finally, she threw the meat chunks aside with some anger, and then patted her claws back and looked at the dwarf in front of her: "You said you were Polly. Anvil?”

The dwarf took a breath and some nervous spots nodded.

Shaggius glanced at him and said, "Where's the evidence? ”

Polly Anvil seemed prepared to take a metal crest out of his pocket, and all his precious alchemy soaked up in the water, but the metal crest itself was not affected.

When Madam Lizard looked at the crest, she confirmed the identity of the other person, and she replied: "There is a Count who asked me to send you to Fort Golden Pine, where your own men are responsible for picking you up. I can send a small group of underground Lizard Cavalry with you, but not too much. They can assure you that you will not be attacked by other sources from Jorgen Deegang. As for the route you choose, what rides do you need? ”

Who is the Count? Chiara, hiding under the folding screen, couldn't resist a slight glimpse. There are many counts of the Empire, even the Count of Power has a dozen. It is not easy to tell by a single sentence. And their junction was in Fort Kingston, this place in the mountains west of Yassa, which meant that Jogentigaun was ready to take over Anzlova, and even before arranging the plan, it included a route that had been agreed or failed, and the four words "premeditated" came into her mind like a lightning bolt. She looked at Polly. The anvil does not look like it knows the Count, that is, it is someone else who is responsible for receiving him, either for the purpose of silencing or for the need of secrecy.

She frowned slightly, as if to keep a secret or silent mouth, and it seemed a little too strange to carry out the task with an earl.

“Whatever you ride, I'll ride a human horse.” The dwarf was vague and afraid he'd missed too many words.

Fortunately, Shaggius was also not directly in charge of him, and he didn't see anything coming, the former nodded - in fact, they were both temporarily aware of each other's existence from the channels above, and it was just an unknown encounter at the moment.

And it was at this time that Miss Chiara, who was misguided, did not hear any useful information from the conversation between the two and finally made up her mind to adopt the second plan. She patted the elf's shoulder gently, shocked the latter and raised her head unconsciously. Perhaps the two moved too far, and Shaggus, who was talking to the dwarf, suddenly raised his head and swept his eyes towards where the three of them were hiding: "Who was hiding there? ”

She asked loudly.

“Come on, elf!” Chiara shouted at the same time.

At this time, the elf, even if there were a thousand unwilling and obliged to make the only choice, raised her hand and ‘buzzed’ softly, a faint silver light pointed to Ms. Chagus' chest. She immediately emerged from a state of invisibility. Roman's invisibility spell, though peculiar, was after all a low-ring spell that could not be maintained after the surgeon showed hostility or the movement of the attack.

“Shaggius, if you don't want to die, don't move, and don't make a sound!” As soon as Chiara showed up, she coldly threatened Ms. Lizard, not far away, as if she feared that the other side would inadvertently summon her own guards. At that time, whether they would let the elves do it or not, it was a real problem.

But she actually thinks too much, the moment Shaggus is locked by the Slaughter Gun is like falling into an ice cave, after all, it is second only to the ancient magic gun of the subordinate artifact, but it is also a relatively rare ancient weapon against the monomer, its killing power can even pierce some of the defenses of the upper demons, is Shaggus comparable?

Madam Lizard finally recovered after a short period of cold. She looked at the children coldly and looked at the dwarf in front of her as if she understood something: “Damn, you traitor! ”

Polly Anvil was also stunned, which was different from what was promised. He looked at the three demons in anger and finally realized that he had been deceived again: "You filthy liars! ”

“You cannot insult the honour of an aristocratic lady, I did not lie to you.” Chiara replied with disdain, "I asked you to do this, but I didn't mean to force you at all. Did I ask you to put information on this lizard? No. I'm just asking you to tell him what's happened since yesterday, which is in your interest, and that's why you chose this, and as for how we do it, that's our freedom. It's all too stupid of you, we followed you into the camp, but that doesn't mean you brought us in, you can be recognized, that you're too stupid to carve--”

Polly Anvil, can you still do that? He concealed that there was something wrong with the statement, but it seemed to make a lot of sense, and it was fixed there as if he had been petrified for a while.

Shaggius, staring at these little girls, even though she had never been to the surface world, recognized that they were just children, but it was these nasty little kids, pointing at her with a weapon that she had never seen before and that only a hint of breath from it was enough to make her feel cold. She had no doubt that, as long as she made a slight move, these nasty little guys would be shot to ashes by themselves, and the horrible smell of the long gun would never lie.

But she still hasn't figured out what's going on, and she can't help but ask coldly, "Who are you? ”

“It doesn't matter who we are, Shaggius, as long as you understand that she has the Devil's Gun in her hand, even under Jorgendigan, I think you've heard the name of the Long Gun.” Chiara patted the elf on the shoulder, smiling and answering.

It turned out to be a magic gun. Shaggus changed his face. This long gun used to be the nightmare of countless demons. It built Hehwei's name under the sulfur river. Jorgendigan was built on the upper level of the scorching fire hell. The inhabitants of the ground often had to deal with demons. As the natives there, she naturally wouldn't have heard the name of this gun. The elf had such a thick magic ripple of a long gun that it could never have been a counterfeit. She went through hundreds of wars in the underground world, and there was still an eye for that.

“What do you want?” Chagas almost squeezed the words out of his throat.

“Now you are our prisoner, naturally at our command.” Chiara replied.

“You're dreaming!” Shaggius laughed furiously and surrendered to these little hairy children, instead of killing her: "Whatever you want from me, just a little bit. I don't believe you dare to kill me, and you will never leave this camp. ”

“Che," Chiara said, "We can't scare each other with our eyes, but we have to retreat. Secondly, she knows that the lizard lady is at least a lord, far more daring than the dumb dwarf:“ We'd like to confirm some information from you, but I'm more interested in who the Count is in your mouth. ”

“That's it?” Shaggius relieved, at least these bear children didn't come for her: “I don't know that guy, but I heard him privately called Count Rodney. ”

And then she answered angrily, “Little fellas, you're really making a big fuss.”

That shows Shaggius and Polly. Unlike the fire anvil, the latter is the person who is dead and unwilling to say anything about it, while the former is not concerned at all. Chiara's eyes are slightly lit. Perhaps in the eyes of the other person it is just the character of the two, but in her view there is a big problem here. The point is, obviously, Polly... As an inside man, he leaked secrets of betrayal and feared reprisals from his colleagues, who were peripheral members of the scheme and therefore could sell information without any psychological burden.

This suggests that these underground inhabitants of the Jørgendigan and humankind do not belong entirely in some respects, and that their cooperation with humankind, combined with the previous tone of the dragon, should most likely be based solely on the upper echelons.

Chiara secretly guessed what, she subconsciously bit her fingertips and whispered back to each other: “You Jorgendigans are just like rumours, selfish, and you don't hesitate to make a deal with my enemy at all? ”

“Acting in her own interest is nothing more than nothing," Shaggius replied unexpectedly, and indeed it has to do with her character as a resident of Jogentigan - selfishness - which is the tradition of Jogentigan, whose own security is first and foremost, and the rest of which are interchangeable interests, and she does not mind working with the enemy if the benefits outweigh the risks. And now, to save her life, she doesn't mind betraying the others.

“Rodney, Rodney.” Chiara said two words to herself: “I think I heard that name there, yes -” she remembered.

Isn't that Erichiko's scumbag brother? Does this have anything to do with the Erichiko family? Chiara couldn't help shaking her head. Although the family behind this Green Legion is also a major force in the Empire, it doesn't seem to be strong enough to make the Dragon race.

As she meditated, Roman suddenly shouted, and suddenly, a wind swept across the woods, blowing everyone down.

……

At the time of the storm, Brando was teaching Haruzer magic, of course he could not do much magic himself, but he also had the post-wind Saint Osor and Otales in his spiritual world, although the post-wind seemed to become a little silent recently, rarely appeared when he did not teach Haruzer, Brando always felt that she was studying something in private, but could not ask one question, so it seemed that this sage had been the case since the retrieval of those two post-wind rings from the Hunter Girl and her brother.

Elf Sister is talking today about the basic theory of magic, the three basic lines of the law that extend from the magical triangle, the elements, the energy and the law, the elements represent the world of Vaughn matter, the energy represents the vast sea of magic, the law is the skeleton that makes up the world, Martha uses these three together to build the world seen in the eyes of mortals, but also the ultimate truth sought by the wizards. Of course, these theories sound hard, but for entry-level apprentices, there is no need to understand such complex knowledge, in fact, just to understand how the line of law works in the material world, which means that the real entrance into the chambers has entered the magical realm.

In other words, it's really possible to do ring magic —— of course, it doesn't count like the light that existed before Haroozer.

The process of teaching is also very simple and rude, in fact it has hardly changed since Tumen taught magic, simply practice simulating the line of trigger to project on the sea of magic.

Haruze's manoeuvres are still very clumsy, however talented he is, after all, a ‘novice’ who has been in touch with magic for less than six months. Brando is patient and has rectified himself over and over again as a student. After practicing for a while, the little prince suddenly remembered something after sweating his head off. He looked up at his teacher with light silver eyes and said, “Teacher, Sister Les Mecca said she wanted to see you. ”

“Les Mecca?” Brando was slightly stunned and wondered why the student was distracted to talk about it, knowing that everything he did on a weekday was focused and would never be distracted somehow. It took him almost a moment to remember the name Medusa followed by the little prince: "Why did she come to me? ”

“Sister Les Mecca said she might know why Jorgentina had invaded the surface world.” The little prince tried to think back before answering seriously, word for word.

“What!”

Brando stood up and said, "Why didn't you say so? ”

Haruze was frightened, he was already timid, even more so at this moment. It was Brando who realized that he was overreacting, but it was indeed a puzzle that had haunted him for some time - Jorgendigan's invasion was completely out of history, and in his understanding, there must have been a cause for it, but there was no understanding of the underground world at all, nor was he able to gather any relevant information, let alone analyze why, but he never dreamed that the puzzle was beside him - perhaps so.

He just relaxed and asked, "When did she tell you this? ”

“Earlier today. ”

Brando was not an idiot, and his heart reacted immediately, meaning that Medusa might not have made up her mind to tell the secret, but something must have caused her to change her mind.

From last night until today, it seems that something really happened, but he thinks the biggest shock for everyone is probably the dragon.

He was thinking of Malthus, all of a sudden, the wild wind in the mountains, Brando was fine, the power near the side of truth made this sudden wind no different from the breeze, but Prince Haruze around him couldn't help but a scream was blown out, if Brando hadn't pulled him down quickly, he wouldn't have said how far this wind would blow each other.

“Thank you… thank you…” replied the little prince in dismay.

But Brando looked up at the sunny sky and couldn't help but think, not so pitiful father, just thought of that damn dragon, this guy came?

He wasn't wrong to guess that the storm coming down from the air was the storm brought up by the wings of the dragon, and for a moment, there were two giant shadows flashing in the sky, but the only thing that made Brando happy was that none of them were Malthus, flying back and forth, the Misserille he saw last night, and Modesty, who had just left. Halfway through the sky, even the dragon's sharp growl came:

“Fucking bitch, how dare you attack me? I'm gonna kill you! ”

Along with this roar, a shadow suddenly came down from the middle of the sky, and there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger. Brando stared in that direction, and a giant fell from the sky, falling straight into their position.

Shit, no way!

……

(PS: I was wrong in the previous chapter. Please ignore me!)