The Amber Sword

Under that ray of sunlight penetrating the ground, a square slab is suspended at the top of a pile of crushed stones, slowly spinning, with a curved pattern of metallic shine, undoubtedly a war slab, and most likely a fantastic stepping slab with dragon-skinning skills documented in The Sword of Amber. Brando didn't even think about it.

I thought, step forward into the hall and want to remove this tablet, but it was at this time that ‘squeak’ sounded boring, when Brando discovered that there was also a stone door at the other end of the hall that was also slowly opening. Behind the stone door stood five or six guys dressed in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadow of the hood.

Although it had not yet been clear whether the visitor was a human or a monster, it was obvious that the arrival was poor, and Brando reacted as soon as possible, and he immediately launched his assault skills under his feet, shooting like a shadow at the tip of that crushed stone heap. But behind him, Medface reacted faster, just moments before that stone door opened, the vampire.

The teenager had reached out and a black energy cord had been ejected from his hand, wrapped around a tablet halfway through the sky.

The touch of the abyss, the vocational skills of the Black Knight, forming an energy tentacle with raging, unmodified magic to restrain the opponent's actions, or pulling objects or creatures in front of themselves.

The black energy touched more than Brando, and the peripheral eye was about to reach the war slate, and at this point, one of the five men dressed in a long cloak with their tails raised his hand, and the same black energy touched his hand, and it touched faster than the abyss of Medfis —— each other.

He is also a Dead Moon Knight and has a higher rank. Medfis was in a hurry to grab his hand and roll his energy inward, trying to snatch the other side's front and roll the war tablet back, but the man obviously expected him to do so. The touch of the abyss in his hand did not extend to the tablet, but drew directly to the tentacle that Medfis summoned.

With a bang, the two tentacles interacted in mid-air as if they really had entities, and then retreated like lightning, the mysterious Dead Moon Knight struck a hand and dissolved Medfis' necessary blow to the war slate.

Medfis was silent, with his left hand extended, and three tentacles shot out of his hand, except this time his target was no longer a war tablet in the middle of the hall, and four tentacles shot directly across the hall at six people. By the side of Medface, the vampire princess Andreig stepped forward, her hands staggered, just like the four touches.

Hands flew out from behind her, just as they were stabbed across the hall in the direction of the stone gate opposite her.

The previous Dead Moon Knight was slightly stunned. Obviously, I didn't expect to encounter not only the same kind, but also two. The Dead Moon Knight can control an extra abyss every five levels of battle, and can summon four or at least twenty Dead Moon Knights' ranks, plus the base rank, which means that two Dead Moon Knights across the street are at least

There's the gold class. He can handle a gold-class opponent, but the two are in some trouble.

“Don't stand still. Do it!” He shouted, his voice dull with a hint of emptiness.

“Dead spirits!” As soon as Brando heard it, he understood that it was a voice that could be made without a dead spirit with a vocal cord, a dead spirit with wisdom, distinguished from those who had been summoned and transformed by the cold enchantment of magic, without their own will. It's like skeletons, mummies and ghosts they've met before, no matter how strong they are.

Big, but can only act by instinct. Once you encounter a more advanced spirit, you can only be subdued.

At the behest of the Dead Moon Knight, the four men behind him pulled out their weapons from under the cape. The burning soul fire in the white bones and hollow chest of the cloak appeared. The four groups of soul fire were orange red, deep purple and milky white colors respectively. “It turns out to be a dead spirit, how can there be so many advanced dead spirits in this place!” Brando's heart

Rin, in Warnde, most of the intelligent dead spirits are concentrated in Madara, because Madara is surrounded by special laws called the Dead Moon, the land of the dead, the pale country, only a small part of the witches and vampires converted by witches are hidden in the human world, these isolated dead spirits rarely appear in civilized society, let alone gather in

Together.

In a flash of lightning, four dead spirits had taken out their weapons, two black swords, two bone canes, and the one who was left standing at the end of everyone in the cape did not take out any weapons, and the other stood there motionless, cold eyed, and did not even intend to do it. Seeing this scene, Brando realised that he had given his life before.

So that the Dead Moon Knight may not be the head of this group of dead spirits, and the center of these six bone skeletons should be the last one, the Dead Moon Knight, who made it clear that he could easily suppress Medfis, indicating that it was at least the golden peak or even the level of element evolution, that he could order his people, at least the elements to evolve above and beyond.

Stronger.

As soon as he saw the scene, he left his mind open and focused on the last person.

The Dead Moon Knight fought Medfis for a moment, then both tentacles backed off, and then Andrig and Medfis simultaneously attacked each other, at a time when there was another man in the middle of the hall, Brando, who was the first of all to start, by this time close to the central rubble stack in the lobby.

On the tablet of war, his eyes fell on the last of the six dead, but he did not hesitate to grab the tablet floating in the middle of the sky.

At this time, only two of them had a chance to stop Brando, the two spiritual wizards with the sceptre. These two dead wizards are obviously also experienced practitioners, who immediately spell a white bone spear and stab Brando in the air, while the other raises his scepter without provocation, just waiting for the other one to have a wizard.

The spear was applied against this bone spear and it immediately counteracted.

But beyond their imagination, the bone spear that they fired hit the human being halfway through the air without being half-hearted, and then, as if it were an illusion, half a foot away from Brando was broken down into the most elementary particles, transformed into disorderly magic that was free from the air and dissipated into invisibility. The spirit of the spell.

Raising his head, he even gave a startling look on the face of the bone of Whitesen under his hood. Two purple soul fires in the orbit of the black hole stagnated slightly, apparently completely unaware of what was happening.

It was only then that Baihui finally made his move.

Her movements were astonishing, and the gestures seemed to be a series of remnants, almost instantaneously a magic had taken shape - a ban. This simple second-ring magic is the magic of dissolution in string magic, with a finger stretched out by a green beam of light before the spiritual wizard with the scepter in his arms could react.

In, the magical power it guides is suddenly extinguished from the invisible, and even for such a moment, even the space around its body is confined, completely unable to feel the flow of magic.

And just at this moment, a gray shadow flew out, across the hall, hitting precisely the head of the dead wizard with the white bone spear, and rubbing it, the dead wizard's skull seemed like a delicate piece of porcelain, and the huge impact caused his body to fly backwards, hitting heavily on a pillar behind the door.

, the shattered head twisted, the ribs completely scattered, and the soul fire dimmed.

Hippamilla retracted the spear throwing position, which was the stone spear she threw the sheep's scepter into.

The followers of the goddess of the earth turned around and looked at her with some surprise - in her impression, the knight was not a wizard, but Baiqiao did not seem to have any intention of explaining it, but merely smiled mysteriously at the little girl.

Between the rabbits, the three Sovereign Knights were pulling out their swords against the dark tentacles exhibited by Medfis and Andrig, at a time when Brando had passed through the white bone spear unnecessarily, touching the plank of war suspended in the middle of the sky. He was going to throw this tablet directly into his dimensional hole in case of a nightmare.

Many, but it was at this time that he suddenly had a creepy feeling and turned around unconsciously to discover when two groups of dark red light actually lit up in the darkness beside him.

“There was something hidden in this hall!” Brando reacted quickly, and he saw those two groups of red light move, and then a black line swept towards him, so fast that he didn't have to judge, and he knew that as long as he didn't let go, the blow would take one of his right hands. What is the weight of the right hand and the slate of war?

Brando was naturally divided, and he backed away without thinking or wanting to, brushing a light, a black curtain swept across the center of the hall, crossing Brando's previous location, splitting the pile of tall gravel into two pieces from the center.

Then it proceeded, essentially cutting off the black tentacles of Andrig, Medfis and the Moon Knight, before entering the wall across the hall, clicking, everyone felt their feet sink, and half the hall actually sank slightly under this blow.

Brando rolled down the rubble heap and clearly felt the power of the blow. He couldn't resist the cold sweat. Fortunately, he stopped before. Otherwise, I'm afraid this blow wouldn't have been as simple as an arm.

This sudden blow completely blocked the two sides, and everyone stopped to look in that direction and suddenly breathed a breath of cool air. Just on the side of the hall, slowly walking out of a tall skull, about four feet tall, with a crown on its head, a heavy sword in its hand, a shattered cape, dark armor.

Covered over its pale bones, it reveals the identity of its former knight lord. It walked to the crowd, his hands turned around the sword and stood down, so high, in the orbit of a pair of black holes, it was the light gold soul fire that beat.

“The Dead Spirit of the Saint," he couldn't help but marvel at the scene: “It was Sir Rorison, born one hundred and sixty years ago in the Empire, the most famous sword saint of his time - he was born a great sword saint. ”

Saints' Dead Spirits are those who remain in the world by oath or promise, like the Emerald Knight and Cybers, whose souls, though dragged into the Dark Kingdom, are not monsters, because the oaths and promises made before them bind their souls so that they are not completely eroded by dark magic.

Get out of your mind. These spirits look more like spirits, but suffer far more than the ancient ghosts, because they endure the pain of sinking into darkness, while maintaining the noble ideals and beliefs in their hearts. Those who become spirits of the saints are great heroes in their lifetime.

Sir Rorison is such a man, who, although a loser in his political struggle, as the first great leader and founder of the Knights of Silver Horse, can absolutely bear the name of a hero.

After Rorison's death slowly appeared in the eyes of the crowd, there was no further action, neither continued to attack Brando, nor made a sound to get the outsiders who invaded his grave out, and it stood there motionless, as if it were a sculpture. And at this point, the spirits across from Brando moved.

The Dead Moon Knight seemed to recognize the identity of the Dead Spirit as well. The Soul Fire in his eyes flashed for a moment and greeted him with an empty voice:

“Dear Sir, we are guests from the Sea of the Dead Moon, we are your deceased, we know what you are pursuing, please leave with us. ”

When Brando heard this, his heart suddenly burst into shock - Madara's dead spirit! How can these dead spirits appear here when they come from the dark nobility of Madara!?

But Rorison's dead spirit, as if he hadn't heard the words, remained indifferent. He stood still with his swords in his hands. If it hadn't been for the light gold soul fire in his orbit, it would have almost made one think it was completely extinguished. Brando couldn't figure out what was going on, didn't dare move slightly, and White Frown wrinkled slightly. Without their orders, Medfis, Andrig and Hippamilla naturally wouldn't have made a move, and the hall was quiet for a while.

And the dead spirits seemed not surprised. At this time, the last person who had never made a move nodded and got his cue. The Dead Moon Knight walked forward and took out a scroll from under the cape, and it raised the scroll to Laurison, reading words in his mouth, and just for a moment, the scroll lit a light blue.

At this time Brando finally recognized what scroll it was - Enlightenment, a very advanced sorcery of the dead, but a handful of unharmed dark magic, whose main use was to enlighten the lower dead. As soon as Brando recognizes this scroll, he immediately understands what he wants to do. Of course, he can't let these guys succeed. Enlightenment is the dark magic used by Madara's high-ranking spiritual lords to develop his high-ranking men. The spirits who are enlightened by this magic naturally listen to the practitioners. If these people control the spirits of Laurison here, it is definitely not good news for them.

He saw this, and obviously the more familiar whitewash of magic had seen it a long time ago, and the knight never wanted to take anything out of her backpack, which looked like a crystal on the grey autumn surface, but was not as crystal clear as the crystal, which was Antitina's exclusive recipe - the magic bomb.

As soon as Sister Xue's hand swung, this grey crystal had drawn an arc and flown towards the dead spirits.

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