The Amber Sword

The giant dragons in the middle of the sky were almost rubbing Brando and Haroozer's edges, falling flashly, the rising airflow blew through the surrounding forests, Count Cooper and Alcons were shocked and others were slightly better, but most of them were also distorted, only Brando protected the little prince from moving. He squeezed his eyes in the mud and dust brought up by the raging vortex and saw only a gleam of silver, falling not by someone else - or, perhaps, by no means' dragon '- but by the Misseril that led Malthus away last night.

At this moment, Misserille is in worse shape than he ever saw last night. The dragon was filled with large and small wounds on a beautiful, glossy silver body, and even the scales became dim, but one of the most serious wounds was near her spine, three mouths nearly 10 meters long were scattered in a striking manner in that position, the wound flesh rolled over, and at first glance you could see the broken muscle tissue and blood vessels, dark red blood springs, like a fountain.

Brando knew at first glance who had been clawed and whether it was Martha or Modesty at the top of his head.

The average person may not escape from such a high altitude, but Misserille seems to have another breath. She raised her head so hard that her silver eyes could not help but relieve Brando, who was not far away: “We meet again, little one, I almost thought I was going to say something to a mortal. ”

Brando didn't know if he was mistaken, but he saw the corner of the other person's mouth slightly raised, revealing a rare ‘giant dragon's smile', thinking that at this time you could still smile: “Are you all right, Ms. Misseril? ”

“I'm fine, that idiot from Malthus, I made a little trick fool of him, and he's stunned to chase him up high, huh," Mithril smiled proudly, then sighed again: “Too bad I wasn't lucky either. Damn Modesty didn't know what went wrong, but he turned around and flew back. Hey, if I hadn't been in such a bad shape, it would have been her now, but if I'd snuck a note out of the cloud, she wouldn't have been too good. ”

Her voice was weak, but she was still proud, as if no one could tell her to bow her arrogant head.

Brando is not a fool, and naturally he can hear how much moisture is in this robust optimism, so he realizes that Mithril wasn't quite sure he could get rid of Malthus last night, but risked almost as much - she was obviously saying the opposite, and if she hadn't gotten rid of Malthus, I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to come back to this place now. His heart was filled with unknown emotions, she was a dragon, why sacrifice herself for a group of mortals he had never met, in his eyes - the Buga's desolation and the height of Milos, the god of giants, seemed to fit the image of the superior being.

The silver dragon described in the legend is a sacred incarnation, representing the purest goodwill and order in the world, but it is only a legend, difficult to overlap with the Misserille now before his eyes.

“Miss Misserille, do you need help?” He asked with some concern.

“I do need your help, little one, but it's a little different from what you imagined," she replied frankly as the blood continued to penetrate through Silver Dragon's nostrils, "and if you can do it, I promise you wealth you can't imagine. ”

“What?”

“Help me tell the other dragons that Malthus, Modesty and Greendoven have broken their vows...”

The dragon shows up on the ground in a matter of days, it doesn't need to be notified specifically, and the only way to find the other dragons is through Aloz or Fatty Starr, but we can't reach them now, until we leave Anzlova to send the news back to Toniguer, I'm afraid the yellow cauliflower will be cold, do we have to notify them then? Brando smiled slightly, and Silver Dragon Misseril looked into his eyes, as if to see his doubts, and said softly: “The message will indeed spread quickly, but it was too late, and now it must be delivered immediately. ”

“I'm afraid I can't do that," Brando shook his head: "Georgendigan blocked Anzlova, and we won't be able to leave this place for a short time. I'm afraid you'll have to do it yourself, Ms. Misserille. Let's get you out of this place first, and the rest of you can wait for your wounds to heal. Don't forget I have some pointers. ”

Mithril smiled softly: "I'm afraid Modesty's crazy woman might not let me go, she's angry, go, I'll stay and help you get her attention, you go to Rune, where to get the boat out of Anzlova, and Jorgendigan's army hasn't come to plunge that port - and I'll leave it to you how you can inform my people as soon as possible afterwards. ”

Brando looked up at the female black dragon in the middle of the sky. As Mithril said, she was not slightly injured. She even got hit by the former dragon language magic. Her eyes were injured. At this moment, she was flying like a headless fly in the middle of the sky, yelling and yelling. However, unfortunately, no magic effect could last too long for the dragon. As soon as she regained her eyesight, Ms. Silver Dragon would be in bad luck.

He looked at the scene, but he was very excited: “She doesn't let us go, doesn't mean we can't leave. It's just a black dragon in the district. I'm not necessarily her opponent, but she doesn't necessarily leave me. ”

Mithril looked at this little human being with a slight surprise, and the cow blew to the sky, but she was still a little admirer of Brando's audacity - not everyone dared to say such a thing in the face of the dragon, and she couldn't help but think of the other person's confrontation with Malthus last night, an interesting little guy. But after all, Ms. Silver Dragon is not a psychopath who wants to commit suicide without dying. Naturally, she doesn't want to die. When Brando says so, she's also a little curious to ask, "Little guy, what are you going to do? ”

Brando doesn't really have a good idea, the only way is to hold Modesty back with a stone like a ghost, which sounds kind of ravishing —— naturally, it does —— but the female dragon is now injured, and the dragon can't even speak of spirituality in the air, and now it's even more haunting, just letting the stone harass each other like a ghost, instead of starting a frontal attack, can still waste a lot of time on each other, which is like a clumsy person hitting a fly, for a moment and a half will always be unclean.

The choice is to treat the stone statue ghost as cannon ash. Without it, it certainly won't work. Modesty is not a fool. Only a few hundred or even a thousand heads together can stop her, but these stone statue ghosts sent out are basically never going to come back.

Brando's heart is dripping blood. These are the kind of assistance that came from the Bukas after a long time. Although they were originally used as cannon ash, they can't wait to be sent out.

After listening to him, Ms. Silver Dragon asked with some laughter, "This is a huge pen. You must be an Earl. Do every Earl of mankind have the means to do this? ”

“That's not true,” replied Brando. "It's just that I have a little relationship with the Bukas. ”

“I've probably heard of you, these stone ghosts. You're a precious asset to me, aren't you?” Mithril asked.

When she finished, she couldn't help laughing at Brando's face. “I get it. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you, little guy--”

When Brando heard this, he was in a slightly better mood. The Dragons and the Bukas were different. As the last golden ethnic group in Warnde, they always liked to be alone. They had neither established a country nor any system. There were few low-ranking soldiers within the Dragons except for the giant dragons. Although there were many dragons and dragon beasts in the world, most of them had no superior or subordinate subordination to the Dragons. Misseril said that compensation for him was mostly through her personal collection and treasure. Unfortunately, the Bukas' stone ghost was not something that money could buy, and rare soldiers were sometimes much more useful than wealth and magical treasures.

It's just that compensation is better than no compensation, at least as a psychological comfort.

“Can you be human?” Brando asks, “Ms. Misrell. ”

“I can only be a Silver Elf, and I don't like to be human. ”

“That's okay.” Brando couldn't help but laugh. When did he forget to joke? I don't know if it was the natural lightness of the dragon or the strange character of the latter.

At this time, Modesty in the middle of the sky seemed to be finally getting her eyesight back, although she was still in the air with no head and no head in her circle, yelling: "Misserille, you're going to regret this! ”

Not too late, Brando immediately sent an order to a group of stone statues hiding in the mountains, only between the hills, suddenly rising up the little black dots of countless star dots, each of these little black dots is a stone ghost, at Brando's command they screamed and flew towards Modesty in the middle of the sky, the blind black dragon had no idea, but countless goblins and dog-headed men in the camp below saw the scene and couldn't help but scream.

When she heard these messy screams, Modesty finally realized something was wrong and she screamed angrily: "What's going on, Shaggius, report to me! ”

But can Ms. Chagas report back to her?

Obviously not, it was the elves who reported to her, only a faint glimmer of silver rising from the camp of Chagus, a white glimmer flashing past to the halfway house of Modesty.

Brando couldn't help but see the silver flashes.

These little girls are too helpless to attack a dragon on their own initiative. Do you really think his words are ear wind?

……

But Brando was wrong about Pokémon.

But as Misserille fell from the sky, the airflow swept across the camp of the Lizard Man - the Dog Head - and the Pokémon pointing at Ms. Lizard with a Slaughter Gun was blown directly into a heel. The weak and windy Miss Chiara hit Roman, both of whom rolled out together, only Shanny was the most agile and fled the first time to escape a heist.

And as soon as that was too late, the moment before, Ms. Shaggius, who had made a deal with Yan Yue and Chiara, suddenly made a low roar, an arrow shot at the elf, a gun that grabbed the elf and tried to take away the only weapon that threatened her - she thought a yellow-haired little girl had the strength, not to mention the fact that the other side was blown down by the wind to show the poor strength of the little guy, but what Shaggius never dreamed of was that she dragged it so hard, instead of snatching it from the other side, she raised the elf with a gun.

“Don't rob my baby. Boom!” Pokémon are eating sand in the wind and shouting.

At that moment, Ms. Lizard almost got messed up in the wind. How obsessed is this? She was so angry she wanted to kick the elf out when she lifted her leg. “Get the fuck out of here, you little brat! ”

But the elf also had a stubborn temper, and actually started the butcher gun. At that moment, only one white light was fired from the long gun. As the two fought, the tip of the gun translated 50 to 60 degrees in the direction of the entire camp, and then the white light was shredded with that arc. After the white light, the whole forest was like a shaved bald head, and the tent on the empty ground collapsed and the fire, for a time, the black smoke rolled, the smoke in the goblin and the dog head crying wolf, in fact, many of them had already been hit in the field.

The Pokémon closed their eyes and did not see this scene at all. Shaggius herself was frightened. These were her troops. In Jorgendigan, the army under her was a symbol of the power of a lord. Just a moment, she lost a lot of money.

She couldn't help but regret and hurry, and her subconscious raised the elf's gun to the sky.

But I didn't expect that to be the case, so I raised the issue.

At that moment, everyone saw a white light rising flat and headed towards Modesty in the middle of the sky. In public, this white light hit Modesty's wings just right. Only a line of golden red law emerged from the spot hit by the light column. The white light column also turned into hot steel water, spraying a light rain, and the Devil's Gun could not break through the dragon's defense. But enough was enough to hurt the latter. The mother black dragon turned blind and angry. She was afraid to fly too low into the mountain wall in the middle of the sky, but suddenly she couldn't help but scream and hit a short hill nearby.

Shaggius watched Modesty get shot down by herself, a loud noise fell into the valley, the lizard lady was frightened for a moment, she was not afraid of the elves, but she should not be afraid of an angry dragon. At that moment, her brain seemed to have been crushed by an elephant, her mind was blank, the most horrible thing she could imagine in her entire life added up, I'm afraid it was no better than this scene.

She beat one of the three most fearsome underground owners of Jorgendigan.

The cloud of death suddenly covered her head. She was frightened and even forgotten the struggle around her, her hands relaxed, and let the elf jump from her hand. The latter was already frightened and rushed up to Shanny, screaming: “Shanny, let's run! ”

The cry woke Shaggius up at a pause, and when she saw that the culprit who was responsible for all this wanted to slip under her own skin, she almost lost her temper and took a short bow directly from under the cape, and a bow and arrow fired at the elf.

“Watch the back!” Shanny screamed.

Pokémon turned around and saw this arrow flying towards herself, she was already scared, there was still a mind to dodge, but this must have been one of the arrows, but she rubbed her cheek and flew over, then she saw the bad woman named Chiara dancing her hands and feet not far away: "Run, Pokémon! ”

Turns out she's a good person too, Pokémon stunned to think.

This scene looked completely different to Shaggius. What she saw was an arrow that shot the elf in the head, and the elf fell, but after a moment, the body disappeared, and she was slightly stunned and realized what, yelling: “Damn, illusion! ”

She couldn't find time to find out who was doing the trick around her. Shaggus had long lost his mind driven by rage. She immediately dropped her short bow and unloaded a pair of machetes from the waist to chase the elves in the direction of escape to kill the past. After all, the Pokémon is not even a black iron ladder. How can she survive the hundred battles of Chagus underneath Jorgendigan? Ms. Lizard caught up behind the former for a moment. She lifted a machete and struck the other side with a knife. She thought that this knife should not be able to hide. However, she did not expect that when the blade rang slightly, a huge force suddenly came on the blade. Chagus had to pull out a long spark in the dust of the wind. The machete in her hand flew out of hand like it was not under her control and flew far away.

She glanced up and found that the elf had sometime hidden behind a human man who was pointing a dark, sunken sword at her.

“The earth...!” Shaggius opened her eyes and watched as she stabbed the sword into her throat before she finished her sentence. Her second sentence turned into a meaningless roar, her eyes shrunk slightly and she went straight to paralysis.

Chiara caught up from behind and saw Brando grabbing the elf's arm. Her second glance saw Shaggus falling in the blood. She couldn't help but frown slightly and complained angrily: “How did you kill Shaggus? She knows a lot of information! ”

“Is this Chagas?” Brando was also slightly stunned. He thought he was an ordinary lizard soldier, but the thought flashed through his head, and he didn't feel too bad. He saw the light before he killed him. Now Modesty hit the mountain. It was a good time to escape. He immediately retrieved the earth into a dimensional hole and asked Chiara, “Where's Roman? ”

“Me, I'm here, Brando.” Mademoiselle Merchant caught up in a hurry.

Brando glanced at her with no anger, but didn't have much time to explain, saying directly: "Come with me, we have to leave this place now. ”

“What!” Chiara almost jumped: “We haven't had a night off! ”

“It's okay, you could probably rest under that dragon's eye.” Brando answered in a bad way.

“Hey," the little lady of the Sifah family couldn't help but sigh and stare at the elf: “It's all your fault! ”

“What's wrong with the elves again?” Pokémon rebutted with great grief.

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