The Amber Sword

(Harmony is coming.

“Big migration?” Brando's dark brown eyes were pale in his doubts, and he seemed to have an impression in his mind of when the term had been established. It was only after a few turns that he finally remembered that after the second century there had been a terrible war between the dark elves and the demons underground - known by the dwarves as the Battle of the Gray Fields - a war aimed at survival and destruction that eventually swept into the upper regions of Jorgendigan, leading to the upward migration of the inhabitants of the entire underground world. Geoghendigan is not the country of the players, and with regard to this war far from the world, the surface world received little information about it, even long after the war began, and the players did not receive some word word rumors. There was a slight doubt in Brando's mind that this was the beginning of the war, but that it had begun in this era? Then he shook his head with little trace. Historical migration, although it did not reveal signs until after the twentieth century in the surface world, did not precede any major invasion by Jorgendigan. Although he was not a Cruz, there was no reason for him, as a player, not to hear any wind if something so great happened to Cruz.

Suddenly, a strong hunch arose in his heart that perhaps, just as the early arrival of jihad, the war between the Dark Elves and the devil had been premature for unknown reasons - no, perhaps rightly so - precisely because of the advance of the battlefield, which prompted the premature outbreak of jihad. Ultimately, the trigger for this jihad was the tremendous advance of the Toquinin Golden Lions, who had been under the guise of retrieving the sword of the earth, but since Brando had seen the dragon, it had become clear that this was simply a self-directed performance by the Queen of Cruz.

Before Brando was slightly frivolous, he had a speculation about Her Majesty's plot: Historically, Her Majesty had plotted the same, only to fail, so that the two worlds would show a very different history. After all, the outcome of the Battle of Ambessel was eventually changed by him himself, and then Tianqing's gun came to life, the ‘disappearance' of the eldest son of the Emperor Cruz, the change caused by his‘ butterfly ’fanning his wings, more or less influenced the pattern within the Empire. It sounds like a bit of a nightmare, but not necessarily, and Brando understands what Silver Queen is like, and it's entirely possible to let her take the first chance to turn the table.

At this moment, however, the speculation in his heart about the battle of the gray fields overturned that speculation.

Since crossing into the world, Brando can confirm that he and the Dark Pokémon have no half connection to the Devil, and that if there is to be a relationship, there is only one contact with the Devil during the First Battle of Ambessel, but only six months after the time of the First Battle of Ambessel and now, the war between the Dark Pokémon and the Devil has swept to the point of ashes, leading to the upward migration of the inhabitants of the underground world of Jorgendigan, which cannot now be more than six months. He remembers another thing, when the devil invaded Ambesseur, his men enslaved many of Jorgendigan's armies - hawks, birds, cavemen, even this beautiful lady Medusa - and escaped from the devil, that is, enough to prove that when the Ambesseur war broke out, the 'battle of the gray fields’ in the underground world had erupted for quite some time.

Moving forward, he is even less likely to influence the world landscape of Warnde as a whole if his roots are not firmly established. In that sense, there is only one question:

At the moment, the world is not the same as the world of Amber Sword. His Majesty had no such plans in history, and the history and future of the two worlds were on two parallel but non-intertwined paths.

It could be true.

The fact that Brando couldn't help but take a slight breath was somewhat unacceptable to him, after all, he himself had come to this point with a vision of the future. He raised his head and looked over the plain, his pale brown eyes crossed the caveman's tent, the migrating herd of beasts, and the Jorgen Deokang flag like a piece of wind-dancing rag. His eyes bore an obscure colour, as if to see the passage of time, the flood currents of history rolling forward, crushing everything he was familiar with, and even breaking apart the shackles of space, to see the tortuous fate of the river surrounded by mountains and plains, a hazy mist, covered by the whole of Eluin, and even over the whole of Warnde.

This is the shattered foresight and future.

But he shook his head slightly, and Brando was somewhat surprised to find that he didn't seem too afraid of the result. That feeling, after going through a lot of challenges and polishing, after the weak and illusory "dependence on the future" in the mind could at any moment be shadowed down, the heart became stronger, an indescribable confidence as if it had become a shining sword in the hand, as long as it was held tight, it could feel its true and cold touch, and all those who stood behind him, who depended on him and relied on him, were like a source of strength.

There is even a feeling in Brando's heart that, with this power, the mist of the way forward seems to dissipate as if it were a natural smoke, behind which there is a flat path.

That is the fate of Eruin and his destiny.

History may have changed, but instead it has a sense of grasping its own destiny and pulse, an unusual feeling, wonderful and resilient, rooted in the depths of the mind.

……

Les Mecca naturally did not know that her simple opening remarks would provoke so many feelings in the heart of the young lord. She saw Brando silent and looked at the other people's godliness. The nobles present were stunned, obviously not understanding exactly what this so-called ‘great migration’ meant. Les Mecca seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of her words and did not continue to say it. She was a woman who was very good at the art of speech, and naturally understood that it was best to let these humans speak for themselves at this time in order to deepen her description.

Unexpectedly, for a moment, a man of nobility dressed in decent clothes asked: "This beautiful lady, if I may not quite understand what you mean by migration.” His words clearly represented the minds of the majority of those present, and after he had spoken, almost everyone's eyes had focused on Les Mecca's bright face.

Ms. Medusa smiled slightly: "As you can see, so-called migration… is just colonization. ”

“Colonial?” The nobles were somewhat confused. After all, in common sense, the surface world is not suitable for the survival of cavemen, not to mention the vastness of Jorgendioka, as if none of these underground residents had yet exploded into the need to occupy the surface world?

“What happened in the underground world?” Another question was asked.

Les Mecca looked in that direction with some appreciation and replied: "You guessed well because of the devil. ”

“Devil? ”

There has been a shout out among the nobles that demons are, in any legend, the most evil creatures under the scorch prison, whose existence is taboo for the surface world, and that the Temple has severely fought any demon-related cults and individuals over the past ten centuries, but secret gatherings and associations have never been cut off, blood sacrifices, sacrifices, cruel and bloody rituals. But most of the people here are big and knowledgeable people who won't be scared to death to hear a word like those fools, but the question is —— since the knights of Tianqing defeated the Dragon of Dusk, the devil seems to have been silent for countless years, and how can they relate to the dramatic transformation of the underground world?

“The devil invaded Jorgendigan, from the presence of chaos and destruction beneath the sulphur river, destroying numerous underground cities at the tip of the pyrothermal plains and ashes, leaving only blood and fire after the burning of the footprints; and naturally the inhabitants of this place were not spared, including me and my people…" Les Mecca seemed to recall something, and her face had to glint with a palpitating glimmer.

“What did you say? ”

“Martha's up. Are those jailers starting to move again? ”

This time, obviously, it was more than just a shout. Les Mecca's words caused a lot of disturbances among the crowd. There was a sudden noise of confusion and surprise between the nobles. The people seemed to want to digest this message and manifest themselves differently. Especially at this time of year, people inevitably associate the devil's unusual behavior with the rare tide of magic, which is clearly not such a wonderful association.

Most people look a little pale, some can't help but remember the Battle of Ambethel six months ago, and the struggle for power between Eruin and the Temple of Fire diminishes the demons behind the war, but now they recall it again.

“Are those goddamn doomsday prophecies true that the rare tide of magic is changing the future and that the age of mortals is almost over!? ”

“Is it true that the Dragon of Dusk will be resurrected from chaos, that those scorching demons of Hell are but its vanguards? ”

A whispering voice sounded in the crowd, and those who were slightly timid could not resist shaking, after all, if that were the case, it would be the last chapter of the prophecy of darkness - the precursor to the advent of the end, the battle of dusk.

Aristocrats are talking about finally getting Brando back to God from his meditation. He hears the words of the devil and his brows are slightly wrinkled. As for the apocalypse in the aristocrat's mouth, the ones who swim in the alleyways and hide their tails. Due to the ban and search of the temple, these people dare not preach in public, but to convey in private the so-called ‘doctrine’ of the confusing heart. A significant part of them are themselves cults, and most of the rest are also willing to test. The ‘prophecy’ of this population is somewhat credible, and it is to be discussed.

After all, this concern is not a hollow wind. Although the knight of Tianqing killed the dragon of dusk in many legends, Brando, as a player, knew that as the final BOSS of Amber Sword, the dragon of dusk still had to meet the player, especially in the true poem of the sky, the knight of Tianqing also sealed the dragon of dusk, bringing only the beginning of the human era. The resurgence of chaos was inevitable. After the monster tide formed in the game, the tablet of war and the scourge of the wolf appeared, followed by the battle of eternity and night against the wizard. Until he passed, the advent of the battle of dusk was actually a sign, but it was still too early for Warnde.

When Brando thought of this, his heart suddenly jumped slightly.

Is it really too early?

His eyes crossed the palace consciously, falling again on the plain, where the cavemen gathered like some sort of sign, or a subtle voice in his heart, reminding him of something. What exactly happened to the sulfur river under the heat of hell, and why did the war between the Dark Pokémon and the Devil break out so early? Turning back unconsciously, his eyes intersect with those of Nimaisie behind him, and Brando was stunned to discover that the female knight was also looking at himself, who had hidden the same worrying color in her purple, pitch-black eyes.

What an autumn! He sighed suddenly, the great demon tide formed early, and the gun of Tianqing suddenly appeared at this time, the empire's powerful intervention with the Bukas was a perverse enthusiasm for the world, and, by the way, the return of the Silver Elf. Everything here is related to various periods in history and seems to be rather than, like the sudden acceleration of the progress of the game drama, but it's all joined together. Although he doesn't know what really happened behind it and what drove it all, he also implicitly feels that the times have changed, the old era has passed away, a new era has begun, and history begins and begins and begins.

“But I'd rather be born in a calm and peaceful time..." He couldn't help but be a little distressed, which had nothing to do with him, but it wasn't necessarily an easy thing for Eruin to survive in a crack in such a big environment.

“What did you say?” Nimmasis didn't hear Brando's belly slander, but guessed a few points, and she had to ask with a frown.

“Uh... nothing.” After a period of time, Brando has gradually grasped the temper of the heretic ‘sister', knowing that if the other party listens to his declaration of being so tired, he will most likely frown again and quickly change his mouth: “It's just that his heart feels something. ”

“Feeling something? ”

Brando nodded slightly, not lying.

The turmoil and war caused by the ancient slabs, the ensuing wolf scourge, and even the Great Tide itself, may not have been the cause of everything - before he crossed, the Sword of Amber was at the end of a mature chapter, and the next one had begun to reveal implicitly: Madara's second eastward, the Battle of the Arkash Mountains, was just the beginning, and the vagabonds above the Great Eastern Plains, more implicitly mentioned in the preamble, in that environment, the whole continent was equally stupidly moving, similar to what it is today.

This is more than just a jihad.

Brando can't help but think of that war tablet -- the tablet is dead, and then what?

Is it seven days and seven nights, the wolf walks in the wilderness...

……

Looking west from the main street of Port Rune on King's Avenue, the snowy white streets and scaly roofs descend at this level, gathering at the end of the field of view on a perfectly blue mirror, and in the harbour area, a row of ivory towers plunge straight into the clouds, dividing the sea in the curtains on a daily basis.

This is the primary berth of the primary port.

Although the largest port in the southern part of the lofty sea, the port of New Hemingzhulun, may not be as good as Ambesseur, simply in terms of the size of the port - the latter, after all, is the hub for communicating between the two great overseas seas, where dozens of countries' seaships choose to dock in different seasons, Ambesseur, as a commercial hub of a small kingdom, also lacks the unique character of an imperial military port.

A century ago, the technology of magic was introduced into the mainland by the Hazers, and the invention of the Magic Power Center, the advent of the floating warship, and the emergence of a dedicated dock, this is a privileged berth. Until then, there were no prime berths in all the ports of the entire Vaughn continent, stating that all the dock areas in every port on the continent, even the docks used to berth His Majesty's ships, could only be described as first-class berths or exclusive royal berths.

And for the emerging thing of floating warships, its special nature dictates that it can and can only appear before the world as the most important military equipment, so all ports with privileged berths are given another special meaning: naval fortresses.

This is the case in Port Rune.

Port Rune, one of the three backup bases of the Imperial Navy, although not commonly used, exists as a logistics base for winter training, where the naval mainstay of the Cruz Empire, while not stationed, depends on this port for supplies as long as it enters the lofty sea. As a logistics base, in fact, several battleships were stationed on weekdays in Port Rune, some belonging to the local fleet and some to the Imperial fleet, except that since the invasion of Jorgendigan, the Imperial Navy had decided that Port Rune would not necessarily be able to defend itself from attacks from the ground and to prevent the fleet from falling into enemy 'enemies', and had therefore taken its own initiative to repatriate the fleet originally stationed there to the area of Violet.

Since the imperial navy stationed in Port Rune does not fall under local jurisdiction, even if Port Rune owner and Port Commissioner Voras are vehemently opposed, this will not be possible.

“It turns out to be an extremely wise decision," Charles took a deep breath standing on the horizontal aisle of Pier 14, at which height the strong wind pouring across his robe hunted and the cold air seemed to pour directly into the deep lung lobes, causing the mind to become clearer and clearer. Looking down, the bay of Port Rune turned into a tiny piece of deep blue glass nearly a thousand feet below, fragmented by the harbour area stretching towards the bay strait and the stack bridge, but also incredibly beautiful.

With a dog's tail grass bitten in his mouth, he continued: “The upper level of the empire, though bureaucratic, is going up and down, and the adults obviously understand that those guys in the place are no better than they are, expect these people to be unreliable, if the imperial fleet is still here, most of them will not be in our hands. ”

Charles said it to Utah next to him, not paying any attention to the ugly faces of a few local Cruz officials on one side - opposite the sidewalk, the slightly lit airspace between two opposing towers constitutes this particular berth. Rune's airport, built only a decade ago, was brand new in such buildings, but it had already been stained with traces of war, with dragon and animal attacks leaving visible marks here and almost a third of the berths completely damaged - almost certain that the port was completely unprepared before the attack arrived.

So if that fleet stayed here at the time, it would probably turn into fireworks in the middle of the sky.

Utah nodded slightly, although the war between the dragon beast and the floating warship had already exceeded the limits of the imagination of the female mercenary leader, but she could see from the habits of the local officials of the Empire; those guys, on the one hand, had hooks in their eyes and looked at her unwillingly, and on the other hand, ignored her identity, such places of nobility, she had seen too much in Eruin, who they were, and she looked at the fire.

However, she was not in the mood to echo the sarcasm of the magician. Compared to that, she was more concerned about the task Brando had ordered: in her eyes, the wizard apprentice in the robe was busy on the cross bridge, but did not know what was being done, much less what the progress was, you know, there was not much time left for them, and she couldn't help but look at the young wizard, who looked right at her indifferently, who really made her uncomfortable.

“Mr. Charles, Lord, he...”

Utah finally couldn't bear to ask, but before she finished, she saw Charles turn around and put his index finger on her.

The latter was raising his head and staring at the slightly lit airspace between the towers, his eyes glaring as if something interesting had been discovered: “Shh, Ms. Utah - there has been movement. ”

It was as if a ripple had swung from empty space, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm surface.

“Contact me, Master Charles!” An apprentice shouted louder and louder, voices intermittent in the wind.

“Good, drop the anchor now! ”

……