The Amber Sword

“In this age, the world is exposed to a fragmented destiny in which lies, wings, truths, beliefs and deliberately concealed histories are intertwined and complex, leaving mortals with no choice. So it's all the more important to be wrong - and precious. ”

This is a star very different from Warnde, and the horizon is like a pitch-black sphere with nothing in the sky in view, and the vast and vast sky stands on top of it, and the twelve moons in parallel with the sky, in their respective trajectories, form twelve star domains, in which the stars sparkle, yet some of the stars are brighter, some are darker, they are constantly extinguishing, they are constantly illuminating, they are in flames of the universe.

Looking up at the sky, her face sparkling, the star glowing out the curves of her face, her ivory skin, and finally drowning in her light silver eyes, she looked at the sky a little intoxicated, traveled all these years without much change in appearance, always set in her thirties, even had to do the magic to make herself look more mature, with long hair like a silver waterfall, a pair of purple crystal eardrops glittering in her earlobes, and some fine gold tassels hanging beneath the crystal.

“Teacher.” The 15-16-year-old girl appeared behind her and then lowered her head deeply for a gift. The teenage girl looks plain and doesn't look outstanding, but she has a special temperament, makes people feel uncertain, she is very quiet, this kind of quiet can't be said to be indifferent, the teenage girl's eyes revealing a green color does not have a desolate, arrogant color, some are just quiet, as if she will always be awake and rational, this beautiful and beautiful starry sky is no different from a stone in her eyes.

“I told you, you don't have to call me a teacher, Sophia. I didn't teach you anything. Your inheritance didn't come from me. You were born to inherit that name. For generations, without me, you would be the witch of the thirteenth moon.” Knudel turned around and looked at the little girl, revealing her elderly gaze, and despite that, she smiled with comfort.

Sophia didn't answer, and she stood up and asked, "Teacher, what did you ask me to do? ”

“Are you used to being there? ”

“I am accustomed to the fact that Tonigal and Tosancad's climate is not very different, under the same order, and under the shelter of the world's trees, the Senians there were not greatly influenced by the outside world, and I did not encounter any difficulty -”

“I'm not asking you this," Knudel shook her head unsatisfactorily: "I'm asking, is there someone in my family, Sofia? ”

“ …… ”

The girl shuts her mouth intellectually as if she didn't hear the question.

“Okay, okay, don't be angry," Knudel smiled narrowly, knowing her student's spleen: "I asked you to come because tonight is especially important. Look at the sky, I'm afraid it's the last time you've seen a star like this, Sophia. Watch it. This evening will probably be the most lively day in the kingdom of the witch since the Battle of the Saints, where many interests and conspiracies take place, the stars extinguish and shine, an old era passes and a new era will rise on its ruins. ”

“The tide of magic... has begun.” Sophia's eyes reflected hundreds of billions of stars, hundreds of billions of stars, bears burning, telling a long story.

The light of Sirius began to diminish, corresponding to the flickering light of the Talking Star.

Lonely Hill--

Sitting beside the bed, Mayfister stretched out his hand to pick up his sword, held the sheath for half an hour, and silently lowered it. As a painstaking swordsman, he did not pursue the luxury of life. He asked for a room that was always small, simple, and had no extra decoration. Although he had a private convent room, he would not live there on weekdays. In his room he had only one bed, a desk, a chair, he sat beside the bed, and the shadow of the bed stretched out indefinitely in some direction, projecting an infinite space, as the four walls of the house, which had long disappeared, and he was like sitting in an infinite dark space.

This is the land of shadows, the hills of solitude, the realm of the Golden Sea.

The shadow of two people appeared not far from the gray sword holy, like two groups of constantly creeping ink, dripping from the sky, in the process of dropping into form, then revealing the face and five officials, gradually coming out of color, forming two people before and after. Mayfister looked at the man in front, sinking like water, and in a sense, that was his dead enemy, Emperor of the Empire, Silver Queen Constance.

But he didn't, because Constance was standing behind another woman. The woman looked like a noble woman everywhere in the Empire, wearing a low-breasted dress dress, high hair platter, revealing a snow-white view of the neck to the chest, a string of golden glittering crystal necklaces hanging around her swan-long neck, so complementary, no flavor of home at all, as if such a luxurious ornament should be used to adorn her pride and beauty. A woman is extremely tall, even among men, and she is nearly two heads taller than the Silver Queen, in contrast to a female giant.

The giant woman held a black thing in her hand, which was constantly flowing with smoke like black liquid, and a tiny bit of smoke fell out of her snow white palm like a waterfall, blending into the ground into this sea of unspoilt shadows.

It was the most famous magic instrument of the Witch clan, the heart of the pitch black, the heart of the Golden Sea of the Lonely Wolf. In the Battle of Dusk, the thirteenth generation of desperate witches killed the Golden Sea of the Lonely Wolf and made an artifact out of her heart. This is the heart of the pitch black, relying on the power of this artifact. In some eras, witches in the moon of eternity were almost the strongest in the kingdom of witches, with the exception of two eras.

In this era.

There are three mighty men in the kingdom of witches, and the generation of desperate witches is second only.

“Constance,” Mayfister didn't tend to do it: “You want to die yourself? ”

“Don't you dare touch my king in front of me,” said the giant woman behind the Silver Queen. Unexpectedly, her voice was very nice, but it was full of a strong and disdainful taste. When Mayfist looked at herself, the woman introduced herself: "Agatheris, the witch of the Everlasting Dark Moon, the follower of the Golden Sea of the Lonely Wolf. ”

Mayfist and the witches didn't have much to do with each other, but he knew them long ago at Brando's, and he frowned: “The power of the extreme, hidden, already has the scent of the holy place? ”

The Giant Woman wanted to say something else, but Constance had reached out to interrupt her, and the Supreme One of the Empires measured Mayfist in his spare time and smiled: “Grand Duke, I've heard your name for a long time, but this is the first time I've ever seen you myself. I already know the resentment between you and the Empire, but if it hadn't been for Anvil's message, I really didn't know you were with Darius' grandson. No wonder he grew up to this point. ”

She reached out her hand and stopped Mayfist from saying what she wanted: “Don't worry, this is the hill of solitude, within the land of witches, this is the world of dreams, you can't kill me, of course believe Agatheris can't kill you, I didn't come to you today to settle the empire's grudges, the imperial empire's interests, you have your justice, who is wrong with whom, believe that with your mouth is unclear. ”

“Then what are you doing here?” Mayfister replied softly: "Is Her Majesty too lonely to talk to someone or to find a new lover? ”

Even in the cultivation of the Silver Queen, a little anger had to float to hear this sentence, this guy had been wandering outside for too long, only to fear that the aristocratic manners had been forgotten. She took a breath and replied coldly, "To stop you, of course. ”

“Stop me?” The Grey Sword, the Holy Eyebrow, "I see. Are you trying to hit my students? ”

“The rumored Grey Sword Saint did not react as quickly as imagined.” Agatheris exclaimed sarcastically.

Mayfister pretended to pat his cheek and sighed: “But I still don't understand, Constance, that you are also the master of an empire, as if you can't personally attack a child, he is just a small countess that you can't even see, I really don't understand why you are so excited. ”

“You don't have to say my words, Mayfist, to say the identity of the grandson of Darius, really doesn't need my attention. Even if it's the inheritance of the Dragon of Darkness, I don't want it very urgently, because I am the Dragon of Darkness, and the Dragon of Darkness is me, and those inheritances, for this moment, are just external things. ”

“My king came to the world and reigned, knowing the world -" the witch of the Golden Sea bowed her head deeply and revered her face.

“But today it's all arranged separately," the Silver Queen continued, “she's the master of the kingdom, and I have to think carefully about her opinion. ”

“Witch King, why? ”

“because she wants the stars to fall and build a new, earthly nation. ”

“Ideals of madmen.” Mayfist shook his head in disdain.

Constance put away the rage on her face and looked up at the stars that had been all over the sky sometime: “This is a spectacular scene. At first sight, if you're not in a hurry, Mayfister, why don't you sit down with me and see how it works. ”

Mayfist shook his head gently and stood up from the side of the bed. As soon as he stood up, the dark world beside the bed was naturally dispersed. A slice of lifeless grey slowly spread around his foothold. He reached out his hand and the sword on the bed automatically flew into his hand. “In that case, I can't let my students leave me alone and say I have to fight all the way. ”

As if Agatheris had expected him to say this, he stepped forward and came to the Silver Queen: “The Grey Sword Saint, I've long wanted to see it. I wonder if it's a false name. ”

Mayfister didn't answer, but his face had a strange meaning.

……

The deceased's country, south of Buenos Sons, is a lifeless forest--

One young and one young witch looked up at the stars in front of the cabin in the forest, and the stars were burning fast, emitting hundreds of times more light on weekdays, interwoven with each other, as if in a war with a killing. Sirius' dim light, the moon of the sword was overshadowed by huge shadows, and the light of the talking star swayed and a meteor crossed from the realm where she was, her companion star, had vanished into endless darkness.

The sparkling starry sky began to appear as if the universe had burned down and the rest of the ash was left behind.

……

“Kurul, you want to die!” Anvy roared like a dying female wolf, her face was covered in blood, a wound swept down on her face, snatching one of her eyes, while the other wound was on her chest, where the flesh was now blurred, leaving almost only one deep hole. Several young witches' cold bodies fell around the tent, leaving traces of previous fighting that profoundly altered the area, and the magical forces plowed through staggered trenches on the ground after scattering halfway across the sky.

Amway suddenly laughed out loud and mad: “Ha ha ha,” she pointed at Charles, pointing at Babassa and the sugar can, pointing at Kurul, screaming, “You want to put me under house arrest, it's impossible, you don't understand, you don't understand what this day means to us. We will wash away the shadows of the past and embrace a true king, a new witch queen was born, just as the king came, a new nation was founded, and everything of the old days will be washed away. ”

She breathed heavily, then revealed a sacred expression on her face, looking up at the empty night sky: "Death is not terrible. Come on, death is nothing but a new life. Your merciful and almost foolish lord will never understand this. ”

Charles looked at the scene with some complexity and sighed: "But you still failed, why do you have to ask for death? ”

“I fail…” Anvil gasped, staring at the Kurul behind the crowd with an extreme hatred and complexity - the witch of Sword Moon, though not hurt, was pale as a piece of paper, symbolizing that the witch's mysterious magic was fading away from her like a tide, and she soon became old, weak and truly ordinary. But even so, Kruel was indifferent and did not look this way at all, as if everything that happened in front of her had nothing to do with her.

It was this attitude that made Amway angry and slanderous: "... because of betrayal, I don't understand what fascinated you. In order to sabotage my King's plan, you have given up your witch inheritance, Kurul. Are you willing? ”

Kurul finally turned back.

She looked at her old companion like she was looking at a dead dog: "It's destiny, Anvy. ”

Anvil glared at her eyes.

As if to die without meditation.

The middle-aged witch turned silently, turning her back to Charles, and said weakly: “I am no longer a witch, Mr. Charles. From today on, the legacy of the Sword Moon witch will be shifted, and we will no longer hold the trajectory of her destiny, because the kingdom of witches has been completely rebuilt. Such a battle will not only take place here, but also in many places, and after today, Buenos Sons will no longer be the Buenos Sons of the past. ”

She paused for a moment: "The tide of magic… is coming and I can feel it pounding. ”

“Are you leaving, Ms. Kruel?” Charles snorted and asked.

“I am no longer a witch, no longer fit to stay with the king, I will choose where I am buried, alone. ”

Charles stretched out his hand to stop this woman: "Ms. Kurul, since you are no longer a witch, then you no longer need to follow the fate of a witch. Now that you are an ordinary man and a national of Eruin, I don't think our Lord will let her die because her people are too old for her own good. Besides, you have done Hercules for us. ”

Kurul slightly flashed.

She raised her head and her dark eyes in the deep orbit lingered on the young man.

“Anvil is absolutely right, your lord is a little overwhelmed. ”

She said.

In the night sky of Bunoson, Sirius has burned out, describing the split stars, two stars into countless glows scattered in the pitch-black sky, yet where two stars have fallen, a thin new star is rising.

……

That night, in Eagle Town in Anlek, a little girl named Mikaya dreamed of picking up a golden scepter from a pitch-black forest.

The name of the scepter is Qaath, the ancient symbol, supreme.

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