The Amber Sword

Cersei's cold wind swept past the dry land of the plateau, and the sparse grass swayed in a hunch, bowing its head to this cold, harsh monarch. Fawaz stretches out his snowy white claws and catches the snowflakes falling from the sky, with the fine claws stretching out from beneath the plush, flashing a silky cold light. It raised its head and the blue sea reflected in its eyes the entire northern sky and above the earth, and that was the view that the northern mountain system of Anzeruta was like a giant gate, lying at the end of the sky, on an open alluvial plain, the river was like a shining ribbon, the river flowing far away, beneath the undulating mountains, heavy shadows of ash, curves of bending, all eventually converging a little bit.

There is a fortress that leads to the last door of the Changqing aisle.

Fawaz stared silently in that direction, not knowing what was spinning in his mind, and the cold wind blew the white beard of the king of beasts with brass rings, shaking it slightly. It turns around and the heavy armor on its body makes a rare crisp sound: “Change the flag.” Behind this wise and divine Lion King are two platoons of tall gold guards, but among the crowd there is an old Mai Lion with a long cane and a red robe, only to see him bow down on his knees and tremble and ask:

“Now, my lord? ”

Fawaz raised a finger, and his sharp nails flashed a sharp cold light, shaking this finger gently: "Don't call me Your Majesty, Nazareth, only that man can call me His Majesty. She is the king of the thousand kingdoms, the king of the ten thousand kings, she is the light of day, the colour of the night. The Psalm foresaw that she would surely return to the heavens of King's Landing. Now she has returned with the gospel of all the worlds and the salvation of the lion people. You and I serve her as we serve the priest. ”

Modesty looked at the lion's camp, with a cold narrow light in her cold-blooded animal-specific vertical eyes, and saw a black flag rising from that endless camp, replacing the old golden lion's flag like the ocean. “Oh,” said the mother black dragon, laughing twice, "what an honor to witness such an era. ”

She spread her hands up and a black flag slowly rose behind her.

Above that flag, the holy emblem named Asgard glittered.

On the eve of the Holy Festival of the Year of the Sword, the Lions of Golden Toquinin crossed the Rokozy - Fortress of the Broken Sword Mountains, and the army of Jørgendigan seized the last fortress south of the wilderness of the Four Realms - Yasa. The two armies met at the southern end of the Changqing corridor, after which they simultaneously announced the transgression. The black Imperial flag, the symbol of the Dark Dragon Odin, finally reappeared on the land a thousand years after it disappeared.

The Cruz fleeing north, the remnants, the knights and the nobles, had the privilege of witnessing the birth of a moment that changed history.

The news was brought to the north, and it was soon discovered that Her Majesty the Supreme Queen of the Empire had raised the same flag as the Temple Army, which belonged to her side, and so a rumor spread under the spread of a heartfelt man. A thousand years later, the king in the darkness had returned, and she was the king and father, and she was the bright light rising in the darkness, the master of the previous era, and she had returned, bringing with her the glory and salvation of the past, and would surely put an end to all these lies.

The whole Vaughn thing shook.

As if there was a tacit agreement, the Red Legion and the Wind Elves ceased fighting simultaneously in the four realms of the wilderness, but then the Elves fell into a dead water silence. After the wind, the Temple did not say anything for a moment. The Temple went under the throne to the Holy Priest, the King went to the Emperor to the Crown, and the collective voice was lost, as if a terrible taboo lay before them, making them fearful and afraid to speak easily.

In Fanzan, the Sanirians slowed down the footsteps of the south, and the nobles of the Free City were overwhelmed by their faces. Suddenly all the regional bishops were summoned to White City to reactivate the sacred parliament, which had been abandoned after the Saints' War, but when it was speculated that the Church was going south to sanction the Mad Child King, the Supreme One of the Empires, His Holiness and Pope Gloria II, drove the boiling North into silence by a single paper decree.

‘The Silver Horse Knights returned north of Arkash, no army in the Empire could take the next step south, the Holy Council was temporarily shut down, and no one was allowed to discuss the situation in the South inside the Basilica -'

The Holy Parliament, which was then reopened after 762 years, was like a return to light and died equally swiftly after a brief resurrection, after only twelve short days, which the Finn zans called the 'Ten Day Parliament’.

After a series of events, the only result left was the collective silence of the entire civilized world, as if the dramatic changes that took place in the Cruz Empire were illusions.

“Bang--”

Duke Weena heavily photographed the envelope on the table, shaking his hand to prove how angry his heart was, the old Empire's chief minister had to look around like a lion, roaring: “What good is it for them to let this situation continue to deteriorate!?” The generals surrounding the sand plate were of varying colour, some angry, some overwhelmed, some fearful and disturbed. Just three days ago Her Majesty's army had invaded Simms, and the banner of her army had clearly appeared in the sequence of mountain people and witches, and on the border of civilization, many people were said to have observed strange human groups, all of them aware that it was the Minors who had returned.

Isn't it the most straightforward proof that the rumor that Her Majesty is the Dragon of Darkness has been spreading since she was fifteen years old? People had hoped that the Temple of Fire would come forward at this confusing juncture to preside over the big picture, but now even the temple itself is divided into two factions, two voices in the empire's ideological circle are fiercely opposed, making it impossible to distinguish who is wrong. However, as the situation on the battlefield has become more and more biased towards the Queen's side, many wallgrasses have turned to the Sutra, and as for the northern aristocracy on which the conservatives depend, the days are worse than the days.

Many conservative aristocrats, originally conservatives, have been centrifuged from the position of the Orthodox heirs since the Silver Queen began to target the princes beside her. As the Silver Queen's actions grew more and more insane, they thought that these treacherous actions would soon lead her into a situation of disobedience, especially when she reactivated the Senians and claimed to be a joy throughout the North, claiming to be the dragon of darkness, when they could even imagine that Fanzan and St. Osor would soon send troops to intervene, possibly even a wise man far from the circle of the world, to repress her.

The world order established after the Battle of the Saints is known as the cornerstone of human civilization, and anyone who tries to shake it is against the entire civilized world. And at this moment, His Majesty, the already insane Queen, stands opposite the entire civilized world.

She'll see what happens.

The Northern aristocracy celebrated, believing that victory was on the horizon, but the fact that it followed had caused them to fall into glasses, even overwhelmed. The successive silences of the Basilica of Light and the Temple after the wind have plunged their hearts into the ice and even questioned their own worldview. What is wrong with this world? Yet the silence of one side often represents a greater arrogance on the other. The nobles of the cloak bay, who were hesitant to join the queen's camp, and the imperial fleet, which had always been under the control of the temple, fell into the arms of the Sutra faction, together with the sudden exchange of flags between the lions south of the Changqing corridor and the army of Jogentigaung, all of a sudden plunged the entire North into isolation.

Although the White Legion stuck in the north of the Changqing Walk has yet to make a statement, the world is well aware of their relationship with Her Majesty. In fact, the nobles of Ludwig have long failed to report any expectations towards East Metz. They are even estimating the speed of the White Legion's march. Since the news in all directions is long gone, they can only speculate that the port of Fatan may have fallen at this time, but they do not know what the flower leaf collar can support. However, the Grand Duke of Flower Leaf is still under house arrest in Didu, and it is unlikely that his two daughters alone will be able to support it for too long.

In this way, Ludwig has fought alone.

This is compounded by the fact that the military nobles have lost their moral foothold as a result of the disappearance of the Crown Prince in Eruin, or by the division of the Temple caused by the Silver Queen's Dark Dragon identity, who is now estimated to be a group of rebel thieves.

In the crowd, an old man dressed in a holy robe sighed, and Duke Weiner looked at him and said angrily, “Bishop Randall, tell me, are those bloody tree brasses and Yankees still holding the fisherman's spirit of profit, don't they see what the moment has come? That crazy woman, calling herself the dragon of darkness, intended to restore Minor rule. She was desecrating the sacred covenant, but those people were ignoring it. How dare you! ”

Randall laughed bitterly: “It's not their fault, you and I were both the relatives of the last jihad, and we should know exactly what happened at that time... it was just that what we saw at that time was so strange that people had to wonder. ”

“But you're still standing here," the Duke interrupted him so badly, "instead of putting into the arms of those rebels, which suggests that it's only their weakness that shakes. ”

“Old man, I can't say that, and I can't prove my choice is right, I just don't want to betray my faith for so many years. ”

“There is no right or wrong in history but victory and failure," the Duke waved impatiently: "Since the Black Iron People took over the world, it has been a thousand years since the Battle of the Saints, has history been wrong for a thousand years? This is ridiculous. Only a lunatic would believe this. At least I would never admit it, and I would never let a dark lunatic get away with it! ”

“You're right, old man," Bishop Randall sighed again: “What are you going to do now? ”

“Very troublesome,” Duke Weena rubbed his forehead: “militarily we are in a very unfavourable position, the crazy woman has an active and constant base card, those messy things don't know coming out of that mess to defeat our festival, there are lion's army in the south, and the underground guys, but my biggest concern is the Imperial fleet in Cloak Bay, if they go to the North Sea to seal off the shipping lane, then there's really no way to fight this war. ”

It is also the most realistic thing to say that all the people in the tent are frowned upon. The northern aristocracy, which had mastered most of the military power of the Empire militarily, was defeated by Her Majesty the Queen, and the whole of Simez was to be lost in the eyes. The fall of the Imperial fleet is a fatal blow to them. Today, much of the supply in the North comes from the North Overseas Navigation Route. If the Imperial fleet goes to the North to seal off this supply line, then there is no way to continue the battle.

The Duke of Weiner took a heavy map and said, "I intend to seek help from the Dragons. ”

“Dragons? ”

“This is a way," Bishop Randall shot two fine lights under his eyes, "that the dragon was also involved in that incident, and now the three rebel dragons appear on the ground, the dragon people will definitely show this, at least let Jorgendioka unilaterally withdraw, otherwise there are three dragons on the enemy's side, it is too much of a threat to us. ”

Duke Weiner nodded. “That's not the point, old man,” he added softly: "The dragons aren't fools either, they've done something a long time ago, and it's probably even earlier than we know it. As far as I know, before the crazy woman was ready for action, they sent an envoy to the empire, but the envoy had not arrived in Didu, and it was arguably a step late, and if the time was right, the envoy must still be in the empire. ”

“Envoy?” Bishop Randall looked up somewhat surprised: “How come I haven't heard of this, who is it? ”

“I also got the unintentional news, because the first contact of the Dragon Nation was actually with the Crown Prince, and it turns out that they didn't trust the crazy woman, and I don't know exactly who the envoy they sent, but I do know that it should be a silver dragon. ”

“Silver Dragon… this is a very high specification. ”

“This is an indication of the importance attached to the Dragon Nation.” Duke Weiner replied.

“Then we must find the envoy. ”

“I've already arranged for people to look for it, but I haven't had much idea yet. ”

Perhaps it was the Duke's proposal that inspired Randall's thinking, and the bishop suddenly said, "Where are the Bukas? Their positions are often consistent with those of the Dragons, don't they say anything? ”

Duke Wei Na slightly flashed, as if he had been told something in his heart. His face became a little strange: “Speaking of these slippery heads, they did indicate something...”

“Slippery?" Bishop Randall didn't notice his old friend's face: “What do you mean? ”

“Here's the thing, I also suddenly remembered about the Buga two days ago, and then found out that they had evacuated all the diplomats just before the crazy woman did it, but...” The Duke hesitated for a moment and continued: “But left me a letter, which seemed to mean not supporting what the crazy woman did, hoping that we could hold our ground...”

“We insist that they take advantage for nothing to get good, those damn wizards.” Everyone in the tent cursed at once.

“I'd rather sit on the hill and watch the tigers fight,” the bishop frowned: "But the Bukas were born for thousands of years, they shouldn't be so childish, can't they see that we are not at all opponents of Her Majesty at the moment, if we continue like this, sooner or later we will lose. ”

“Don't forget that isolation is the way they always stand.” The Duke of Weiner replied softly.

Randall nodded his head, but it wasn't that simple. It was at this time that a messenger opened the door and walked in: "Lord Duke, letter. ”

“Letters?” Duke Weiner glanced slightly, looking at his own letters from Fanzan and St. Osor, frowned and asked: "Whose letter? ”

“I don't know, my lord, but the letter came from the direction of the port of Fatan. ”

“Port Fatan?” It took the Duke a while to think of where this place really came from, not because it was too small, but because he didn't expect it. He pointed to the letter and asked: "This is the letter of the White Legion. What are they doing with the letter? ”

It was filled with disdain and irony.

But the messenger shook his head honestly: "No, my lord, I'm afraid not the letter of the White Legion, but the one who sent it was the Eruin. ”

“The Eruins? ”

Now Duke Weiner is really stuck.

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