The Amber Sword

The two men stood in the corridor for a long time without a word.

Brando suddenly said, "My Lord after the wind, I have one last question. ”

“Is it about the secret above the final battlefield?” The wind seemed to have predicted the problem.

“Yes, I want to know exactly what the Silver Queen saw in that temple and why there was a Somir crystal there, and according to you, if Odin asked you to keep a secret for him, why would he leave a message there with a word? I think there must be a reasonable answer behind all this. ”

The wind silenced for a moment.

“I think it might have been an accident, but maybe not, that little human girl, maybe she saw that node there and saw something outside our world through that node. ”

“Node? ”

“This is precisely the biggest secret hidden in the final battlefield, why the final battlefield is so volatile throughout the Arkash region that it is what we do. Because of Odin's seal of the whole world, the sealed node is right in the center of the last battlefield, that temple. … I suspect that someone deliberately showed that little human girl what was behind that seal, maybe the dragon of darkness, maybe not. ”

“If it weren't for the Dragon of Darkness..." Brando's voice was a little low.

The answer to this question is very tacitly not continued, because apart from the Dark Dragon, there is only one force that has the motive to do so - the Dusk Dragon. The message behind it was so horrible that Brando had to feel frightened.

“The Buga may have guessed that as well.” The wind stopped for a moment before answering: “They may have expected the Temple of Fire to be on their side, but Walla's performance has undoubtedly disappointed them, and that's why they came to you. That is why you must stop Her Majesty. ”

“I understand ——” Brando nodded, actually, even if it wasn't for that reason, just because of Sy, it was already worth putting him against Her Majesty the Queen.

Another long period of silence. It was as if the past of the Battle of the Saints had always been covered in mist and mysterious before the truth was known. But when the truth was revealed, it was impossible to say anything, as if they both understood that there was no need to continue the discussion on the issue.

It took a long time for St. Osor to say, “Brando, I'm actually here to quit. ”

When he heard this unexpected statement, Brando was not stunned. He just took a deep breath and asked: "Are you going back to St. Osor, my lord? ”

The wind nodded: “The time has come, and we have guarded Odin's secret for a thousand years, and his seal with Traciman has become weaker and weaker. Now that the tide is upon us, the sea of chaos has reached its closest point in a thousand years, the power of dusk is recovering, and the devils' foolishness bears witness to this from the side, so I must return to St. Osor. The reason why the Bukas came to you is that I have guessed a few points. I also disagree with the choice of the Queen of Humanity. Her choice is simply to repeat the old path that the Dragon of Darkness has taken. It is impossible to succeed. Leave it alone, Brando, the Pokémon will support you. ”

Brando was silent, he knew the spirit of the Elf Mistress, and there was no point in retaining it.

“Are you ready, my lord after the wind, now Saint Osor, is no longer the same as it was. ”

“I know naturally, but there are some things I have to do, little guy, because there's only one Saint Osor in the world. ”

Yeah, there's only one St. Osor in the world, and Misty Pokémon may not be around anymore, but the Imperial Emblem of the Pokémon is still the Holy Line of the Wind. This is the meaning of the fatherland and the homeland, not to mention the kingdom that she created with her own hands, no matter what her mouth says, but Brando actually understood that this wise man could never really let go of his people, and a thousand years later, this feeling grew deeper and deeper.

“Nor am I unprepared, including that pair of hunter brothers, when the knights around me had gathered for much of the time, and I knew the whereabouts of others, and the Twenty-Four Rings symbolized the national emblem of St. Osor, and soon some would realize that it was not just a symbolic significance. ”

Brando remembered the pair of hunter brothers saved in the Dead Frost Forest, who were impressed by the leopard-like girl who stayed in Valhalla after the incident.

He remained silent for a while. Since the first time he saw the elf sister residing in the ring under the Chevrond silver mine, it seemed to have been quite a while since he was unconscious. Since when has he become accustomed to such a neighboring sister, who was also a mentor, but also his teacher, although he had long been grinded to be a true man, his heart has still risen.

Looking at him behind the wind, a string of words came out as if they were nightingales: "ThasVinMiasdur-”

This is an elf saying to the effect that one day the young beast will leave its nest. Brando understood what she meant, but listened to the wind and continued: "Brando, do you remember what happened when we first met? ”

Brando was slightly stunned, and he naturally remembered that it was underneath the Silver Mine in Schaffrender, and what was happening was still happening today, and he was much more impulsive than he was now, causing a lot of trouble at the Cold Cedar Collar, but he also met a lot of people, Utah, Kroncia, Vern, and the three captains, who are now his best men, Coop. Lan has retired in Mintai, but has acted as a bond between him and the old aristocrats, and Oldham, the impotent old dwarf, is now under his command to build the fortress of Valhalla, and Charles' youths, Le Lian, Modern Ken, some of whom have escaped their apprenticeship status and become true wizards, others have joined his fleet and become young. Captain.

Now I remember, that was the beginning of his career, the beginning of his becoming Lord Eruin, and since then he has been through a lot of things. Under the guidance of this wise man, he has now become much more stable and knows more secrets about the world. He is no longer that hairy boy, but a true lord.

Past experiences and troubles have now become a memories of Burundia.

Ultimately, there was only one image left in his mind: the mountains of Yu Ping, the stars and nights hanging low, the mountains as lonely, the undulating hills, the solitary building standing between Pingtao, the dark, inky night, the cool moonlight flowing into the corridor like running water: a fake oil painting, a glittering cavalry sword, a young man covered in blood, and a glittering ring.

That's where it all started.

……

Inside and outside the Lion's Palace, a heavy rain dominates the night in the heart of the Empire.

Beneath the deep dome, Walla was dressed in a red robe with a golden sceptre representing the golden sacred flame. Today, the elderly high priest, meandering, looked at the woman in front of herself - the Silver Queen - attacked the long black dress, with a beautiful white rose on her chest, as if it were a funeral dress. She smiled and measured the sanctuary, smiling with an undisputed hint of elevation, as if the undisputed majesty and holiness of the temple were nothing but dust in her eyes.

A lightning bolt broke through the sky, passing in turn between the wooden grids of a large arch and window perpendicular to the ground, like a lithograph depicting disaster and the end, reflecting the faces of everyone in the cathedral. The light of the candles remained faint on a white, rainy night, until the lightning broke away from the sky and the lobby was reappeared with warm light, but the heart of Walla was cold.

A shadow was gathering outside the arch window, as if it were a silent ghost, and the red light of the star dots flashed in the darkness, gradually converging from far to near, into a flood; Walla trembled up his head and saw all this, those wild, covered with fur, revealing teeth and rodents leaped on the roof far and near, his head raised one or two long, far away, from the far neighborhood sounding a corresponding scream, although under the night of the rain, the dog of the city screamed like crazy.

Like before the end of the day.

Cold in Vala's heart: It was a sinner, a Senian werewolf, the last people to flow through the Minir bloodline. And today, they're back.

A personal figure, overlapping in front of him, those once tall, glorious statues, the foremen he aspired to, after going through that terrible dramatic transformation, the divine glow enveloped them gradually dissipated. A lamp went out in turn, and the way forward finally fell into a dark mist, the scene he had witnessed over the past decades, watching with his own eyes toward the dynamism of the temple, the steadfast faith of the people gradually shaking, into a desperate state of self-doubt, the road to the future had long been extinguished, and everything was over.

He suddenly remembered the footage of himself taking over the coronation and scepter.

At that time, the golden sun covered the entire Lion's Sacred Palace, and the apex of the palace flashed with the brightest light, yet it was just a spectacle before sunset.

……

When Bolton, the Senian, woke from a nightmare, the purple lightning flashed through the sky, and the windows were raging and pouring rain, and he lay on a thin wooden bed with a white face reflected by electricity. “Fania?” He shouted unconsciously, but no one responded, and he remembered that his daughter had moved to Valhalla for a while, where she was studying the power of the Goddess of the Forest with the elders of Druids.

Bolton felt a little uneasy in his heart when the glowing rain of darkness had occasionally lit up the white light, and there was no moon in the rainy night, but he seemed to be able to hear the strong call in his heart, which stemmed from the wild instincts of the Senian bloodline, which usually only aroused this most primitive desire for destruction under the glow of the Moon, but today it was a bit unusual.

He sat up slowly from his bed and listened to the noise outside the house - after Groudin died, the entire Green Village was arranged to migrate here by that young lord, surrounded by mountains and forests - and under the night of the mountains he could usually hear the sounds of the forest tumbling, but on this rainy night he could only hear one or two cries running through the rain screen. I don't know if it's a wolf in the woods or some other beast.

Bolton was silent, and in his hidden anxiety he suddenly remembered the strange dream before. When he woke up from the dream, he was said to have a particularly profound memory of the remaining dream. This was the case for him at this moment. The most horrible scenes of the previous dream were repeatedly played back in his mind. The scenes in the dream were strange and absurd, but he hid a few truths.

He saw the Fire Sea descend, the earth collapses, the stars penetrate the clouds, fall from the sky, the mountain rivers fluctuate, the sea water evaporates, the whole world collapses and disintegrates into ashes. A terrible dragon swept across the stars, watching the destruction of Warnde with indifferent divinity. In that hellish scene, he heard countless people crying, his people, his daughter, all buried in the Fire Sea, and then all the heavy scenes collapsed. He remembered that there seemed to be a tall shadow standing in front of him, ordering him to be loyal in an unquestionable tone.

Tens of millions of voices turned into a roar in his mind.

“The Dragon of Darkness is resurrected...”

“Times have changed. ”

“Obey her orders. ”

“Obey her orders. ”

Boom! Bolton's eyes were all red, and suddenly he punched him in the bed with a heavy punch, and he roared low before suppressing the urge to become a wolf directly. The next moment he wakes up, he's already sweating, a deep fear rises from his heart, this primitive and deadly impulse is the biggest soft ribs of the Senians, but usually only on the most powerful days of the Moon can he feel this wild power in his veins, what the hell is going on?

He took a slight breath and didn't have time to calm down his inner anxiety, but banged loudly and the door of the house had been shoved open.

The young man, already drenched in broth, stood outside the door and looked at him in panic. He said, “Uncle Bolton, it's bad. Something's wrong.” The young man was pale and looked like a six-godless man, "came a... Minor, who said her name was Sufia, a... witch. ”

……

A snowy lightning bolt through the pane penetrated deep into her orange pupil, and she raised her head and looked with some surprise at the woman who had suddenly appeared in front of her - the statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Palace, dressed in a holy robe and covered in blood. Right on the terrace outside the castle, Sidney. Metfarica stood in the rain screen with three deeply visible bone wounds on her face, the blood had already dried out, the wound that had been rolled over had been brushed with some whitening by the rain, one eye squeezed up because of the wound, but this did not change the woman's cold, almost rigid expression. She left the flaming ring of the one-eyed angel Aroma still burning and staring coldly at Sy.

Despite multiple injuries, blood staining the robe, there was a delusion in Sydney's heart that the blood on the lady in front of her belonged to her far less than her enemies.

But at this moment, in the capital of the Empire, there is no place for such a war. She had heard of the woman's reputation and knew that it would not be easy for her to injure such an enemy. If such an enemy appeared in the central area controlled by the Krutz, the empire would not have had much time left, so it could only be a contradiction within the empire. Sy suddenly concealed something, and after all these days of fumigation, she had begun to have a political mind, and was no longer that little girl who could only be confused.

Besides, the Silver Queen has severely restricted the number of trips she and her maids have made these days, and this move implies a signal.

The situation in the Empire has been tense for a long day.

The queen has done it, and it seems the target is the temple, but Sy still doesn't understand why this statue of the Lady of the Lion's Palace is here in front of herself.

While Sydney was confused, Sydney was also thinking that it was not the first time she had met this charming little hillbilly girl - recently she had been sealed as Countess and had also been named a hillbilly princess. Sidney understood, however, that it was not the true purpose of Her Majesty, the lonely Queen, to allow the mountain people to marry a true imperial princess in order to tie them to the queen's chariot, although the little girl could not have known herself.

“…” Xi opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but eventually failed to make a sound.

“I'm here to see you.” Sidney interrupted her with a slightly cold voice: “Her Majesty intends to marry you to Prince Hamur in order to consolidate her relationship with the mountain people while ensuring that you remain in the Empire. ”

Si first slightly flashed, then reacted and held her fists tight. The Mountain Girl bit her lower lip tightly. Although she did not speak, this deity was sufficient to indicate her thoughts.

“You don't agree, do you want me to help you? ”

“Can you... take me away? ”

“No, I can't protect myself, but I need to see your lord, and I need you to refer me, and I can bring you a message. ”

Szee stared closely at her.

At one time, neither of them spoke, except for the loud rain curtain and the noise of the rain washing the stone walls.

Long ago, the mountain girl stunned for a moment, but Sidney had already seen her mouth pattern, only six words:

“Save me, my lord. ”

……

(Why do classmates always say I'm Moongang? From now on, it will be Xiaorong. Continue to recommend Kuroshiro's new book, Ling Tianzhi, to help recommend favorites please help.