The Amber Sword

After the storm, under the already dark surface of the sea, there was an intoxicating blue colour, the sun passed through the failing clouds, and the sky gradually recovered its clarity. After the storm, only fine rain wire remained in the sky, flashing in the sun, the rain wire fell on the mast of the fleet, washing the scorch marks and blood on the silver sail. The entire fleet was traumatizingly suspended over the lofty inland waters, as if it were a giant beast caught in silence, with a skewed account of the war that had just taken place.

The dragon herd is retreating like a tide.

Modesty vibrated the wings of the shielded sun, and the clouds caught in the vortex beneath her wings were like a torrent that hit the reef and was torn to shreds and turned into scattered flame fragments. She confronted this human fleet in the middle of the air, staring at each other with hatred, and revealing an angry divine colour in her golden pupils. However, a moment ago, that oblique sword split open the storm's astonishing sword and she was frightened.

Extreme Sword Saint - There is also a Extreme Sword Saint in this small human fleet, the human man in black, whose cold eyes make her unable to lift any resistance at all.

Damn, it would be nice if Aubustien's arrogant guy were here. He must have told them to look good. The mother dragon bit her teeth and had to admit she had failed. She told her dragon beast general not to move slightly with her claws. "Go, retreat! They're going to Fatan. We'll see you there.” Modesty almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

She turned around like a cloud moving out of the sky, overshadowing the fleet as one sky.

The dragon left.

“They're retreating!” The crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that it was a miracle - no, a miracle - that they had resisted the storm and defeated the dragon beast. Everyone understands that the greatest crisis has passed, and that this vast area of the ocean will be a straight path for them without any further hindrance.

After the storm, the rainbow hanging in the sky is already so clear.

Cruz, who had fought before, could not help shouting and even crying, but the nobles couldn't care less, walked up to the deck, watched the scene with some soft feet, and leaned on the mast with a vigorous painting of Martha's holy emblem - a low praise for the blessings of the miracle. But they have not forgotten who created this miracle, although they are extremely reluctant to admit that it was an Eruin who accomplished all this, from Vargas to Port Rune, from Port Rune to the lofty inner sea, as if there were no difficulties impeding the confidence of that young man.

“That is, after all, the descendant of that man. ”

“He is the descendant of the Highland Knight...”

The crowd whispered such a whispering.

More people gather to cheer aloud on the side of the boat to celebrate this hard-won victory and to hysterically vent their feelings. But those who were truly involved in the preparations for the war, at this time, did not have the slightest sense of redundancy, but were deeply exhausted and physically and mentally exhausted.

As if suddenly relaxing, distress and spiritual impotence swept in.

Brando stood on the upper floor of the Arkennaton and saw the businesswoman of the crowd, who had fallen asleep in Yuta's arms, even in her sleep, Roman still frowned slightly, as if she were continuing her previous work. Seeing this scene, Brando couldn't help but feel his mind softened. For more than forty hours before, the entire fleet of countless items were deployed by the merchant lady alone, working two days and two nights in a row, without any rest time.

But all this was almost perfectly accomplished with the extraordinary talent of Miss Merchant, a terrible memory and an acute sense of smell of material flow that even surprised Brando.

In the past, he had rarely been involved in Roman's territorial business, nor had he seen how the young lady was breathing rain in her own field, but at this moment he understood why Cold Cedar Collar's business activities could have been so organized from the outset, even far beyond its other industries.

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“Brando, those monsters have attacked us far more often on one side than on the other, with sixteen small boats and four big boats on the other, and their magic crystals and ammunition consumption should be much lower than expected, and if one of the twenty-seven boats on this side runs out of ammunition, you can find a balance on the other side. ”

“And," said Roman Jr., carefully with a pair of dark circles, "the ship that was hit had the deer number, and three other ships, two of which crashed into the sea. The ship that crashed was supposed to be carrying food and drinking water, a third of all our supplies, and the rest of the carriers I had placed in the middle of the fleet, Brando, you have to protect them carefully. ”

After saying these words, she beat a debt, fell asleep in his arms at first crookedness, and snored gently, as if she had no fear that Brando would take advantage of her, making Brando laugh. Unfortunately, Brando was willing to give this businesswoman a warm arm bend from the start of Butch, but the fleet could not leave his command for a moment, and he had to turn the latter over to Utah.

He was also somewhat happy to think of the war that had just ended.

It was a rare storm in the lofty sea, with lightning brushing down like a curtain falling from a dark cloud, but storms not only hindered humans, but also prevented dragon beasts from attacking.

That's why he's trying to get the fleet off course and into a dangerous storm, because he knows these dragon beasts from the ground must not adapt to the complex and volatile climate of the ocean. Once again, his common sense in the game proved to save everyone. Modesty organized many attacks in the storm, and it didn't work. Dragon beasts were very accustomed to forming teams in the stormy clouds, let alone mounting effective offenses. Instead, some of them fell into the sea because they lost altitude. The sailors who were accustomed to standing with the waves, though slow, were always effective in avoiding the loss of the fleet. Modesty was angry, but not helpful, and dragons, though powerful, were not everything.

A truly threatening attack on the eve of a heavy rainstorm, unfortunately, did not detract from Brando's predictions. He knew the character of the Black Dragon's imperative, so he had already arranged a counterattack strategy. Besides, even the heavens stood by the human side this time. The storm lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragons were exhausted. By the time they launched their final offensive under Modesty's persecution, Grey Sword Sage's shock sword dispelled all her delusions.

Humanity has prevailed, but for two days now, everyone has recalled that it was a brutal struggle.

The fleet lost more than 10% of its warships, countless injuries, many people died in battle, but more losses came from the storm itself, a nightmare that finally ended. The sailors, the sergeants, after all the sighing and cheering, one by one, fell on the deck upside down, snoring for a moment, but at this time there was no first mate urging them to stand up and continue fighting, and soon there was only one voice left on the deck.

“What a blessing, Lord.” Charles was a mess, and that beautiful magician's robe glued to him wrinkly, and he walked up to the mansion, wiping a water bead on his forehead with his hands, complaining to Brando: “We had a storm on the sparkling sea before, and the storm on the sea was much worse than it was here, your grandfather, and he threw up a mess. ”

Brando stared at the guy who corrupted his grandfather's image.

Charles was stared at a little faint, staring at the stall: "Well, I admit I threw up a little too, but I'm a wizard, and you know, we always have to be a little more resilient than the average person. ”

“You look pale and unconvincing. ”

“That's because you're too sleepy, Lord. ”

“Why didn't I know Ying Ling needed to sleep? ”

“I see the adult has a different opinion -” Charles smiled.

Brando knew this guy was talking about St. Osor's after the wind, and he didn't dare to reveal the elf sister's short.

Tap, Brando hears the sound of footsteps falling behind him. He turned back, reflecting a pair of black heels set on the tip of his shoes with a bloody eye, a snowy shiny ankle, a black sandalwood skirt, a soft waist section, layered lace chest blossoms, a thin shoulder strap strapped tightly to the snow-white shoulder, a long neck neck, a pointed chin, long dyed ink hair, bright red eyes like an onion, tall, provoked elongated eyebrows, and a jade-like forehead.

“How did you get out?” Brando frowned and was somewhat unhappy to ask that this was a problem, and he hauled her aboard the boat so easily, not to expose her to the public at large.

If the heir of the Dragon of Darkness is a rat crossing the street, then if the woman's identity is exposed, she is afraid that he will soon become the enemy of civilization.

“The carriage was too boring.” Dark Coward wrinkled his nose and cut it slightly and uncharacteristically.

Brando glanced at Charles, who nodded and offered his hand to Coward in front of his chest: “I'll arrange a room for Miss O'Neill, and too many people on the deck are a hidden danger. ”

Dark Coward's eyes revealed a disdainful look, despising this hypocrisy, but listening to Brando harshly said to her: "You come with me. ”

The second deck downstairs of the Arkenton was a hollow corridor, and it was only after a storm that a lot of rain poured into it. The corridor was still wet. Brando silently took Dark Coward through the corridor, halfway there, before stopping, looked back at each other, and said, “You're looking for trouble yourself. ”

“I'm not too old next year, but I'm careful to look like an old man,” Dark Coward whispered. “I smell those nasty crawlers, but I just want to come up and see if you need help. Those people out there, they don't even know me. What are you afraid of? ”

“Don't underestimate the human race. Don't forget who beat you. Besides, there's a dragon on my boat. Do you think she won't recognize you?” Brando answered in a bad way.

“No wonder it stinks here, but dragons are also divided into generations, little crawlers born after the chaotic era, who may not recognize me.” The girl snorted softly: “Besides, you think I want to see you, you shameless bastard, if someone hadn't let me out, I wouldn't be lazy wandering around in this smelly place. ”

“Someone called you out?” Brando had expected this guy to say something with no reason. Though she had nothing to worry about in her mouth, she was more careful than anyone else and would not appear in front of anyone easily. This woman is ostensibly arrogant, but privately she is a man who loves her life and admires her power. She will never be exposed to danger without feeling obliged to do so.

“I called her out. ”

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in their minds.

Brando blurted and immediately distinguished who this voice belonged to: "My Lord after the wind?” He didn't expect this Elf Sister, who hasn't appeared in a long time, to show up at this time. He had to be excited. In fact, he was having a full stomach question to ask each other at this time, but this wise man had not given him this opportunity before.

“Brando. ”

But St. Osor's voice today was somewhat unusually serious, and with her words, an illusion gradually formed in the corridor. Brando had seen the sage appear under the silver mine in Chevrond, but she was never like this. At this moment, the Elf Princess was wearing a silver crown and a suit of armor. The armor showed a faint purple glow. It was like a giant dragon with a tooth claw, a thick fur cape dragged behind her. The cape was embroidered with the royal crest of a fog elf on the edge, and there was a crest of a star moon interwoven on the inside, a sword like purple crystal hung between the elves of a lady, and the legendary treasure of a fog elf on a weighing hammer of a sword handle - the star's treasure was shining brilliantly.

When Brando saw St. Osor like this, he couldn't help but suddenly reacted subconsciously —— this is the legendary armor set after the wind in the battle of the saints, the symbol of the Elves' royal family, the stardust mourning, the legend that the armor had long disappeared with the Fog Elves in the long river of history, but one day it reappeared on the king of the Elves without diminishing the wind.

“Lord after the wind... you are...” Brando doesn't understand what it means to be so dressed after the wind, to give the wolf a horseway? It seems that St. Osor, whom he knows, is not so shallow.

“Huh?” Dark Coward looked at the wind and sighed with surprise: “It is the legacy of the towers of the heavens. I didn't expect to see it in this era. ”

“What does that mean?” Brando interrupted her.

“Brando,” but after the wind took the initiative: “Remember what I told you last time? ”

“Last time…? ”

“That's when you accepted Odin's inheritance. ”

“You say…” Brando remembered the conversation at the time: "At the time you said that what you did, and what Odin did, today, a thousand years later, it does not seem possible to make it clear with right or wrong, but rather with a different ending due to different means -”

As if a lightning stroke through his mind, he immediately reacted: “The dragon of darkness has proven to have chosen the wrong path, and you ——”

“We're not necessarily right,” Saint Osor interrupted Brando, "in fact, we anticipated today's results long after the last war. ”

“But why...” Brando looked inexplicably behind the wind: “Is it true what Master Turaman said? ”

“This is going to be a legend, Brando.” The Elf Sister looked at Coward silently and replied faintly.

That was the age of the Tianqing knight who had not yet broken through the heavens and led to the falling of meteors, thus unfolding the age of mortals...

It was before chaos.

In that era described in countless hymns, God walked on the earth, full of the people of God - the Silver Clan. God's warrior - the Golden Clan. And before them there were more glorious gods and servants. Under the glory of God, the earth is filled with gold and jade, the river is flowing with sweet and sweet river water, the gods guide their people to cultivate and reproduce on this rich land, the fire of civilization once prospered and thrived, the silver clan established countless miracles on the earth, the towers plunged straight into the clouds, the city floated on the clouds, the temple was made of jade stone, the holy sounds in the temple endless throughout the year.

But in fact, the history of war in the poem tells another very different story.

It was an age of war, bloodshed and crying heroic sacrifices, in which the gods and their servants faced a terrible enemy - the Dragon of Dusk, countless battles, countless rebuilds on the ruins, the collapse of civilization, and in the last years the Dragon of Dusk fell upon the tower of Babel, the most powerful fortress of the Silver People.

The darkness of civilization.

This is the terrible catastrophe documented in the Epic of the Cruz, on the tablet of war, in the prophecy of darkness. Millions of civilizations were destroyed, and the legacies of the past were scattered over the earth, and countless years after that, the noble people of silver had to tread hard over the earth, digging into thorns and searching for all that was lost.

Until a hero appeared in this world.

Tianqing's Knight.

The legend that changed everything.

After the guns of heaven and blue pierced the dome and drowned the dragons of dusk, the Minors appeared on the earth, and a prophet led them through the great plains, building the first civilized empire away from Warnd after the creation of the gods in today's wilderness of four-leaf grass, which was the Minor Empire, which was also the beginning of the age of mortals.

And the prophet, he had no name, but legends about him passed down from generation to generation, because every generation of Minor had a prophet since, and they had a common name, the Dragon of Darkness.

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