The Amber Sword

The crystal ball was suspended as if it were in the dark, and the flowing light reflected the thin face of half a woman - deep depression of her cheek, pale as a ghost charm, a woman holding her lips tight, thin as if she had cut a mouth on dry skin with a knife, a shadow covered with a patterned hood over the position of the orbit, deep into which the eyeballs emitted microscopic light like a cat animal in a pitch-black.

She had no expression, and soon another face appeared in the darkness opposite her. It was also a woman's face, but the meat shouted the face of Zhang Fengfeng's woman, who slowly walked out of the darkness, with honey on her face, squeezed her eyes and said with a smile:

“Long time no see, Cruel. ”

There is only one crystalline sphere left between them that exudes a strange glow, the light scattering around and gradually blending into the darkness.

The silence lasted only a moment, and it was almost guessed that the other person would not answer himself, and Anvil smiled slightly: “You know, I'm waiting for you to answer, secrets can't always be hidden in the forest, and the Moon of Magic always rises one day. ”

“What reply, Anvil," Kurul raised his head, and the hollow eyes seemed to be two vortexes - the eyes of insight, the witches of their family could see through the vortexes and traps of time in divination, clarifying the mysteries of the future and the past, but only as the heirs of the Moon of Swords could they have truly open their misty eyes, legend has it that these eyes were taken from the giant snake Kukulor and had the intelligence to see the future. The voice of a witch seems to be coming from the abyss of hell, and it's cold: “- You already know the answer to that question. ”

The rich woman frowned: "Why are you obsessed? It is not your character. You know that human loyalty does not bind us. Our Witch clan is loyal to the true master, to the Dragon of Darkness, to Odin, to the Minor, to the leader of the Legion. Now that the moon is back on this earth, she's back, lions, cavemen, hawks, witches, mountaineers, werewolves, even Minors are dominated by her, you know, the shadow of a giant dragon who knows everything has come to this earth, she is the one who was and is destined for the future, the King of Witches has predicted this, why don't you turn back and join me. ”

Couleur didn't say a word, but it wasn't until after a while that Anvil noticed she was laughing.

“What are you laughing at? ”

The darkness is still silent.

The deeper she frowned, the deeper she and Kurul had known each other for many years, knowing each other's spleen, the witch of Sword Moon inherited the power of Essex's sixth daughter, the beautiful Tadessa, who holds the realm of peace and communication, so the opposite Witch of the Cup Moon, also known as the Dark Witch, is a blind pedestrian in darkness, with the power of communicating mystery and spirituality, who took inspiration from those whispers and made acute predictions, so that the more silent this woman in front of her, the more anxious she became.

“Barbasa lied to us, Kurul, that young man is not the dragon of darkness. ”

“You know, I've heard some rumors...”

“In the great glacier, some ancient ghosts are resurrecting, not a single step to that prophecy--”

“I have been inspired by the Seven Dragon King, who was once Dark Dragon's most powerful ally. ”

“Kurul, why don't you talk and answer me. ”

There are rarely fierce arguments between witches, and their dead enemies tend to confront their opponents with more evil and cruel means, like the witch's motto - to start by killing, to end by killing. Dark magic has long eroded their hearts and minds, and they are ruthless, heartless and indifferent to life, often without needless quarrels. But the obvious exception today is that even the dark space seems to detect the opposite pinpoint between the two witches, and the soft light emitted by the crystal ball doesn't know when it will begin to shine.

Kurul's complexion grew paler under the pungent white light, and her lips moved:

“You go, Anvil, destiny is doomed. ”

“You chose to stay?” Anvy sucks in a breath of cold air: “I thought you were just waiting for the moment. ”

She wanted to say something else, but her voice had become twisted, and the crystal sphere suspended in the middle of the sky suddenly seemed to take time and space around it, bending even the twisting light, forming a vortex and sucking the darkness in all directions. Anvil revealed a frightened and angry divine colour, her face twisted in such strange circumstances, and a twisted scream: “This is a dream!? How dare you spy on my dreams, Cruel?"

The sound stopped, and when the light of the crystal ball twisted to the extreme, the whole pitch of pitch black space fragmented, and Anvy blew up like glass and then dissipated into the dark.

It didn't know how long it took for a skinny woman to reopen her eyes and her forehead was full of fine, dense sweatballs.

She is situated in a small tent next to her with Barbasa and a canister of sugar.

“What do you see?” The candy canister held her as if she'd never taken an endless candy canister and looked at this mysteriously unpredictable woman curiously and asked.

“A dream about the future.” Kurul replied expressionlessly.

“You see Anvy, Roll, that fat woman must be pissed off," the sugar can laughed: “But I'm a little curious, Cruel, that you're an insightful eye, what exactly do you see and why you chose to stand by us? ”

“Naturally, it is adults who are the true dragons of darkness.” Side by side, Barbassa looked up to him with reverence: "Lord Kurul is the most outstanding prophet of the Witch clan, and even she stands by his side, indicating that fate has made a choice. ”

“Not necessarily, Babassa,” sugar canisters seemed to mind his subordinates disagreeing with their views, grinning: “I heard that the most remarkable prophet in the Witch clan was a witch from the Moon of Qin and the Moon of heresy. The witch of Qin Moon holds the power of Essex's three daughters, Misa, and combines the power of prophecy and charm, the witch of destiny, herself the pet of destiny. The Witches of the Moon of Divergence are the followers of Timothy, and they have real insight in their power, which is probably better than the Dark Witches of Communion on the path of prophecy. Now the witch of the Moon of Qin is not yet alive, but Roya, the witch of Timothy, has stood by the Silver Queen, and it is hard to say whether our adult is the Dragon of Darkness. At least I don't think he's much like the Dark Dragon, but he's more interesting, I prefer him, and I don't want to be with that old lady. ”

As a bystander witch, Barbasa naturally knows the inheritance of a witch less clearly than a canister of sugar, and she was a little worried when she heard what the heirs of her department had said. It was before she discovered Brando's potential that she introduced the young man to sugar cans and cruells, but if Brando wasn't the dragon of darkness, wouldn't she have made a terrible mistake?

As for the words in the canteen that were disrespectful to the dragon of darkness, the old witch pretended not to hear them.

And Kurul on one side didn't seem to hear the witch talking for two generations, just sitting there silently, like a piece of decaying wood, the sugar can noticed her attitude, some dissatisfaction: “Kurul, you haven't answered me yet. ”

Kurul glanced at the little girl and silenced for a moment before answering the question: "Amway is the maid of the Witch King. ”

“I already knew that,” the sugar can didn't look like it: “What kind of answer is that? ”

Kurul paused for a moment: “She's in Eruin. ”

Although she didn't say who the 'she' was, the canister seemed to understand and bounced like a cat trampled on its tail: "What!? ”

“I met her a few years ago, and she had a little girl with a name, Sophia.” She paused: "It's not a change of name, it's a real name. ”

“Thirteenth month!” Sugar can suck in a breath of cold air.

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‘XVI: THETOWER——

The lost moon took away the light.

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The buzzing noise echoed in the lobby, the crowd split into two sides, the two sides confronted each other in the lobby, obviously not for a moment and a half, on both sides of the confrontation, one of the clairvoyants, who exiled from the south to this point, while the other was dressed in a sky-blue robe, wearing a White Lion Legion armor, the Eruins who came with the fleet - specifically, the Eruins.

While the aristocracy enjoys advantages in status, the glittering weapons in the hands of young soldiers on the Eruin side are not in any way inferior to such advantages, enough to allow them to stop honestly, only to look at each other in anger or to curse with a low voice.

“Let your lord out! ”

“This is the land of the Krutz, not where you Eruins can go wild! ”

“He intends to deceive us until when! ”

“This is the war of the Cruz, you are not welcome here! ”

Noisy sounds like that are higher than a wave, and they look like scenes often seen in the Cruz or Eruin Lordship Council. Perhaps, in the normal course of life, a slightly privileged nobleman would not hesitate to do such a thing by lifting his sleeve himself, but now, in different days, his men were either captured by Brando or forcibly integrated into the 'local guards' under the control of the Eruins, and if they did not do so themselves, I am afraid no one would help them.

But there are still a few people in the crowd who are superior, five, precisely, elected by the nobility to negotiate with Brando, the Earl of Alcons, the Earl of Jean, Sir Fuss, Baron Tyrian and the Rogers Knight, and, of course, the Inner Knight, Rogers, who were chosen just to get closer to Brando's pedestrians on weekdays, so the nobles hope that they can play more of a role at this time, at least on behalf of the Cruz nobility, in order to speak fairly in front of these damn Eloins.

However, the five men appeared more stable than the excited aristocrats, and Count Olkons and his colleagues looked at each other and looked at the scene in front of them with less optimism. They know the temper of the young lord better than the nobles who barely relieved Brando on weekdays, who, although seemingly ignoring anything and speaking better, know that his personality is probably much tougher than anyone imagines.

Besides, they should have been dispersed by these guards long ago during the week - today they are in this port, although nominally the administrator, where virtually all the army is under the control of the Eruins, which is actually harder to hear, they are just a bunch of puppets with no say whatsoever. But today, they don't listen, as if to let them have it.

Count Olkons and several others smelled the conspiracy.

At this moment, however, they are already on the tiger. Except for the fact that the Rogers knight was forcibly pulled and could be watched with cold eyes, several others have hidden sweat on their foreheads. The others beside them, despite the increase in enthusiasm, have kept their nerves tight on the door on the second floor of the lobby. They knew that if Brando was going to send a message, someone should have come out of there soon.

Not really.

Just listen to the 'click' for the rest of your life, and that door should be pushed open.

The sound of the door opening seemed to be a signal that silenced the entire hall, and everyone subconsciously raised their heads and countless lights gathered on that door.

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