The Amber Sword

Above the Vaughn continent, mortals may also witness countless strange changes in their brief lives, but for the guards of Port Rune, both past and future, they will not be able to forget what they saw after noon on that day:

The dark clouds on the horizon are like a storm accumulating, yet the storm is not a dead thing, the heart beats strongly in the body of the dragons, the thick breath is filled with wind thunder and flame, the strong wings each beat as if the entire black sea surface had fluctuated once, they are not giant dragons, but equally carry an unparalleled threat. Some say that when the Imperial Golden Eagle Knights launched a cluster attack, it was as generous and exciting as the scene of paradise descending, while shaking their enemy Cerser, but at this moment, when the dragon herd launched its attack, the human cavalry was like a poppy in front of them, and any breath would disappear without a trace.

At the head of Port Rune, the soldiers above each tower are doing their utmost to sound the alarm bell as if they were not doing so and would lose all their strength on the ground. And Tinker Bell's warning sounded all cloudy, over the walls of the city, the officers of the port guard force looked at the scene in front of themselves, already dry mouth, the last time the dragon herd attacked, they rushed directly from the clouds into the port and burned all the ships before leaving, far from the intuitive horror of today.

Everyone understands that these monsters are coming straight at them, and that the entire port of Rune will be ashed under their flames.

At this moment, the sky over the harbour seems to be divided into two distinct sides, one clear and bright, half of the sky is flashing with fluorescent white light, a silver battleship is turning from fiction to reality, but the process is extremely slow; on the other side is the repressive dark red sky, the dragon herd swept through the sky as if the high temperatures and flames were burning through the clouds, making the whole sky burn with bears. The disgusting smell of sulfur in the air stimulates the sense of smell and taste of humans, and a bright crack is created in the center when a completely different view is dissolved over the half-sky, as if it were a space crack, but in fact it is just a visual illusion of chromatic aberration, a bright light belt approaching the entire port slowly, heralding the arrival of a final trial in everyone's mind.

The dragon herd moves faster than you can imagine, but it's just a blink of an eye, and these black dots on the sky are a lap larger, and a moment later, it's as if even the scales on their wings are clearly visible, and the lush eyes in the deep orbit are even more frightening to fight with Whiteson's teeth. The clouds of fire have not swept over the walls of the city, but the guards of Port Rune have shaken their will, fled the city in pieces, and no one has stopped them. At this moment, everyone's heart is filled with despair - this strength of mantis is not even a car in front of this great power, even the dragon herd does not need to attack, just flying over the walls of the city can turn them into flying ash.

Although there are still people who have not escaped, it is not because of the courage in their hearts, but because they understand that no one can escape at all, and this port, at this moment, has become a prison for life.

Vasily had witnessed the despair of the entire Imperial Army, but he had not despised the cowardice of his colleagues, and all courage in the face of absolute power had been pale and meaningless, and nothing they could do at that moment helped. The tower was trembling, the masonry used to stack it was falling apart, rolling to the ground, the flames and the wind swept in, and then it began to collapse inclined, Vasily lost its balance and fell heavily on the ground, watching as the walls cracked apart, as if to mock mankind weakly and silently. He couldn't help but lay down the rope linking the bronze clock on top of his head, his hands stained with blood, and the field of vision was already a flaming sea, and then one giant beast and another flew out of the flames.

That's the dragon pack.

The walls of Port Rune do not have any traction or even a slight slowdown, and the dragon herds fly directly over the plains outside the walls, spreading their wings over the walls, turning the passage into a flaming sea, with clear objectives - silver fleets being transmitted in the middle of the air. The Wizard Apprentices of Half-Air Brando have thrown down anchors, but the transmission is far from complete, first arriving at the least magically consuming light frigates, two masts even shaped like willow leaves that sail directly out of the berth as soon as they arrive at Lune Airport, with narrow hulls and large wind sails in triangular sails, making them fast and flexible enough to quickly form hemispherical defensive rounds in the half-air.

At this time, the Cruz nobles and officials on the cross bridge had seen that it was not the Bukas who stood on the frigates' decks, but the dark-haired or brown-haired humans - the Eruins in naval uniforms, who controlled the sailboats in an orderly manner on the decks, manipulated the sailing cables or gave orders. The heavily armored knights, dressed in silver armor, with long guns almost three metres long, were already lined up on both sides of the boat, ready to face the enemies landing from the air, and the knights were not unprecedented in armour, just like the armor worn on the young Count's side guard.

Is this really an Eruin fleet?

Count Olkons on the crossbridge and his neighboring ministers were shocked to speak.

But Brando knows that this is exactly the navy he was promised to cultivate, belonging to the navy of Valhalla, and that Antitina and Her Royal Highness have worked well together and that the Buga have been very efficient, and that this fleet has exceeded his expectations - only that as a true army the navy has still not seen blood and fire, as if it were a blade without an open blade. But even today, he didn't think that the day his navy formed, he was going to have a real battle, like the grinding of the experience necessary for a sword to come out of the box, but as an opening remark, the battle that followed might be a little too harsh.

Brando stared at the approaching dragon herd and silently made his move.

In any case, he would never consume all the seeds here, which is the prototype of Valhalla's future navy, and a good start is too important for a military force that needs historical precipitation, and he, as a former player, is more familiar with how the Grand Duke cultivated his navy back then.

At this moment, the captains of the frigates are paying tribute to the cloth in flag, awaiting the Lord's command, and Brando nodded at them - what is now to be done is to stop the dragon herd at all costs, which is the mission of these light ships that have arrived on the battlefield first, and indeed the value of the presence of these light warships - fast, flexible, capable of delivering in the shortest possible time, with a certain amount of firepower sufficient to protect the entire fleet in the process of delivering, which, although extreme in the present circumstances, is an exhaustive demonstration of the duties performed by the frigates in the floating fleet.

Brando's cue was passed down by one flag after another, and these lightweight frigates began to thrust the wind sails. The floating warships, although not much different in appearance from the traditional wind sails, were not in fact powered by wind power. The giant wind sails were woven with weave silks that were more expensive than gold. This special material could collect the wind elements that were free from the air as a source of power for the ship, and when they thrust, it was equivalent to dozens of high-ranking wizards inputting their magic into the magic power center of the ship, which would push the ship forward.

The frigates were small and small, fired out of the fleet like arrows under enormous wind sails, and quickly arrived outside the airspace of Port Rune, listing a cross line over the city. Although floating fleets rarely fought over the city according to the sacred covenant over the continent, it was clear at this moment that so much could not be accommodated, and their enemies did not necessarily stop to negotiate with them. For the underground inhabitants of Jorgendigan, the sacred covenant was almost equivalent to a piece of empty paper.

Everyone looked up at the long lunar arc in the middle of the sky, even the most stubborn port officials shut their mouths at this moment, and even the most arrogant put away their prejudices before death came. At this moment in Port Square, the ravens are silent, in the presence of nobles, harbour officials and even civilians; and the Krutz and Eruins, or any race from elsewhere, including mountaineers and even several interracial adventurers, shut their mouths.

Everyone understands that their life and death are inextricably linked to this thin line of defense, that half of the city has been turned into a fire, and that the fat man with the worst stomach stools ever talked about finally realizes this at this moment, that those fierce dragon beasts will never let go of them because they are noblemen, and in their eyes they are no different from the stone wood burned by those bears, who have had to face the same dilemma that Count Olcons experienced before them - the privilege of nobility in the war on the Vaughn continent, seemingly lost with the invasion of these underground monsters.

The nobles see war as a glory, but now they have to face the struggle of life and death, barbaric stripping it of its original false temperatures with blood and fire, leaving naked primitive laws.

Everyone looks pale and feels cold rising from the bottom of their hearts.

Fatty Avram turned his legs and stomach, but at least on the surface, this second ancestor from the Elsen family behaved much better than most of the Cruz nobles present, who once had a feeling of heartfelt superiority about the Eruin nobility, which was based on the powerful power of the Empire, making no one disputable and frustrating. But now they have to rely on the Eluynes to prolong their asthma, an idea that seems to have given Avram a temper, and even though he scared half to death, there is still a strange emotion breeding in his mind:

Even the mighty Krutz have lost their souls in this desperate environment, but only the Eruins are still resisting the mighty enemies--

Once born, a sense of honor is deeply entrenched. Eruin's centuries-old history, first of all, King Eckhart led the people through a journey of recycling. Pride and glory is like a fine trickle into his heart, history and past. A scene truly descends from the historical books he has read and appears in front of Avram, a flashing flag, like the ocean, in his sight.

Fatty opened his mouth and suddenly felt a little choked.

Halfway above the sky, the brutal killing has just begun.

On the side side side of the frigate suddenly appeared countless complex and sophisticated formations, rockets, ice arrows, sharp cyclones, a magic storm over the dragon herd was generated by the sky, countless spells crossed the distance of nearly kilometers in the dragon herd like rain point, Brando saw the smile in this scene, and thought that it was impossible for the Bukas to cultivate so many human magicians in such a short time, it seems that this so-called 'fleet of Elouins' is just a superficial appearance, and most of the wizards and gunmen hiding in the gun room below the deck are real Bukas.

Fortunately, Tanya and William also knew the point of face, most of the wizards placed in this fleet were apprentices in the academy, otherwise they could not explain how the Eruins suddenly had a boat full of wizards, but at this time Brando wanted the Buga to have a thicker face, at least so that he wouldn't have to be so troubled to win.

The apprentice magician also possessed almost the power of an official wizard under the amplitude of the Falun Front on a floating warship, but still had difficulty breaking through the tough skin and scales of dragon beasts. Some dragon beasts, although injured, were only slowing down. After a round of magic attacks, no dragon beast fell in the air. Instead, by chance of human attack, these monsters again brought them closer to the frigate fleet.

Everyone's heart in Port Square mentions their voices at this moment.

In their eyes, the thin line of defense of the Eruin fleet, in terms of both strength and visual effect, is really hard to match with the dragon and animal herd like the clouds, not a bunch of buzzing mosquitoes, but the authentic Grade 7 creatures. Just in the eyes of the crowd, the rolling clouds finally collided with the silver moon teeth, and it was at this moment that the silver frigate starboard flashed an eye-catching white light.

This time it was no longer the weak magic of the sorcerer apprentices, but rather the magic cannon, the captains of the frigate fleet were born to endure the last thousand feet before ordering the fire, a fan door was opened, purple crystal-like pointy columns were stabbed out of the crowd, and the sorcerer began to infuse magic, but for three or four breaths, the whole fleet's sideboard shouted deafening roar, it was a full roar of sideboard fire, a white light column inserted like a sharp blade into the dragon herd, this time these creatures from the ground of Jorgen were no longer so lucky, they were punctured by holes or directly through their bodies, and they fell out of the air mourney, sprinkling a cloudy of blood rain.

The strangulation lasted for a full breath, and continuous light rain converged almost into a mesh. In the captain's chamber, every Buga man in a silver uniform, with a thick beard, was looking out the window with his eyes squeezed. Terrible magic weakened in the eyes of these people like a gift flower. The torn dragon beast was struck by these gift flowers. In their view, it was almost like a mosquito worm in a flame, and they looked at it, and they said softly:

“It is still a little early, and in Buga, even the first level fleet, commanders can withstand the last 500 feet of firing, which is the most effective range of casualties for the frigate's fire. ”

After listening to this, Captain Eruin went on to train for almost four months without expecting the first battle.

But the Buga instructor shook his head again: "But according to the Buga tradition, four months of study, at most, is equivalent to an intermediate cadet in the Naval Academy, which is a good answer to the cadet's score. You have an excellent gift, and I hope you will be the best navy in the world. ”

After listening to this, the captains finally looked a little better, and then there was some vision. The finest navy in the world has always belonged to the Empire. It belongs to the Wind Elves and Fane praisers. When does it turn to the Eruins? Now, however, such an opportunity is in front of them, and it does not seem so remote, and all of this was done by the man who brought the miracle to Eruin himself, and in fact even the fleet itself is a miracle.

This is the fleet that belongs to this ancient kingdom, and on top of this fleet, not only young people from Tonigal, but Tonigal is unlikely to gather so many talented people, in fact a large part of them are gathered through Princess Griffin from all the provinces of the kingdom - regardless of their origins, all have the same opportunity to stand here and witness and even participate personally in the birth of this fleet.

For these young people, the miracle that Brando himself created, the ancient honor of the kingdom of Eruin, has long been closely associated with them, breathing with them a common destiny, prosperity and loss.

And at this moment, in the face of the raging dragon herd, they don't feel fear, they feel a belligerent gene rising from the depths of the blood.

They will fight alongside the legendary Bukas, and regardless of the end result, today's war alone, they will carry a history book with Eruin.

The Buga instructor knocked on the glass knocking on the side windows to bring these bloody young captains back from fantasy. He was familiar with the scene, and the young cadets were finally bloodthirsty in the first battle, but soon they would blend into the discipline of the Buga from the bones, and what the fleet needed was precision rather than a bloodthirsty knight strike. But it always felt good to go back to his youth. He wiped his beard and pointed at the dragon herd that was still moving out the starboard window, saying, "Don't be too happy. This level of attack is nothing for Level 7 creatures. The blood battle is still behind you. As the captain of the frigate, you have to stick to this line of defense until the entire fleet arrives, and then strike back--”

The young captain nodded softly, but it was at this time that he dashed slightly.

“What's the matter?” The Buga instructors perceived the anomaly of their trainees.

“… Lord Lord, let us back off. ”

“Back off? ”

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