The Amber Sword

Located at the height of the city of Fatan, the Empire's twelfth century architecture is full of religious seriousness characteristic of that era. From the narrow hole window on the side of the bell tower, you can see the beachfront view of the Fax area, the emerald blue sea level and the sky level, the Long Cape and the lighthouse deep into the sea. Utah chose this temporary office location because it overlooks the whole city and the surroundings, but Metisa always felt she was safe because of her preference for the narrow spaces here, and she was said to have a small room in the Cold Cedar Collar that looked like a fortress from the outside.

There are many inconveniences in working in such a place, but Metisa has always agreed with the obedient nature of the opposite, and Ernie, the daughter of the Duke of Vieiro, has a few words, but has not insisted against them. At this moment Nikkei is born, the light spills into the house, the long shadow extends along the corner of the table, the decorative crystal dots on the top of the table will shine brightly, Metissa frowned slightly, reaching out and moving it aside, the crystal slightly transparent in the sun, casting a spotted yellow shadow on the lambskin stack of the table.

This is a letterhead filled with ciphertext, an ancient language handed down from generation to generation by the Silver Elf and currently being used by Professor Metissa only in the White Lion Guard.

Ernie Vieiro and Marjorie stood behind and waited for the elf princess to read the letterhead. For a moment, Metisa sighed down the letterhead and the sun made a cut for her. On her side, the dragon rock wooden window served as a frame for the view of the harbor, but Fatan had banned the harbor and the bay was like a mirror. “What's the matter, Miss Methisa?” Half a dozen minutes later, Owney asked. She thought Metissa would always speak at the beginning, but this time Princess Pokémon was caught in a disturbing silence.

Metissa dropped the letterhead and shook her head. “I am disturbed by the silence of the White Legion, which is still silent on the other side as I approach the direction of the Leviathan Valley and the Golden Needle Forest without news. ”

“Where are the mountain people?” In the corner of the house, Delphine sits on a wheelchair, in full darkness, leaving only one calm eye to shed light in the darkness. Ms. Silver Dragon stood behind her. Ever since Misserille rescued this little human girl, she has become more appreciative of her mind and has often served her in the name of observing the patient. Delphine Schu was grateful for the former's life and did not speak out against it.

“That's exactly what I'm worried about.” Metissa folded the paper gently, handed it over to the two behind her, and then passed it on to Misseril by Ernie and Marjorie, before finally reaching Delphine. Prime Minister Qianjin pinched the sheepskin with his thumb finger, without a word, the scar on her face was carved with a knife, clearly distinguished, the word appeared on the paper as a gold thread:

Mountain people, nothing has changed.

“The White Legion, the Mountain People of Varache, this is the force Constance can use in the Mets area, and now they're stuck, what's so weird about that?” The Duke's golden eyebrows filled with troubles, as she complained.

“Does Her Majesty intend to target Ludwig first?” Marjorie asked in a tentative manner.

“It's impossible," Delphine interrupted him with a nail. Her eyes fell again on the light sheepskin of the page, hesitating, and she said: "Perhaps it is time to wait. ”

“When to wait?” Ernie asked backwards.

“It is possible,” Metissa rubbed her forehead, thinking about it, explaining: “I also think Miss Delphine's guess is correct, that the eldest Prince in Port Fatan, who will not die a day, will become the pillar of faith of the northern nobility in the remnants of the Temple, breaking through Fatan, and the plight of the North will be solved. The Duke of Weiner wrote us many times to jump to the city of Favor Forest, and for that reason, Constance would not see this, Lord, who was unwilling to move, and who wanted to open the battlefield in Fatan--”

“Coffertan is not a good battlefield. Although there are narrow mountain paths to the east, there are flat and wide terrain in the northwest, and the hills are also conducive to concealment of troops and easy to defend.” Marjorie was quite opposed to the plan, and this was not the first time he had challenged it.

Delphine is a disdain. “Lord has arranged a plan, and what we need to do is to get it to its best, not to discuss its feasibility.” She sneered, "I have limited time to come here to hear Miss Methisa's constructive thoughts, and as for the others, please keep your mouth shut. ”

Marjorie's face was ugly, but she didn't want to argue with a woman. She glanced at the ugly one and stopped talking. Delphine's words provoked Ernie, the Duchess's eldest daughter, laughing: “This lord barks so loudly. ”

Metissa saw the prime minister reveal his nature, and she was helpless. “Well, don't argue," she interrupted Delphine softly, knowing that keeping this woman poisoned would be unpackable, just like the other times, "back to the point, any other thoughts? ”

Delphine met Metisa and she stopped fighting back, but she stopped talking easily, and Ms. Silver Dragon Misseril behind her suddenly said, "Are they waiting for the army across the Changqing aisle? ”

The army of Jorgendigan and the Lions.

With the exception of Delphine, the eyes of several people were slightly bright, but the light in Metisa's eyes quickly dimmed. She shook her head: "The Dukes' armies are coming together, and the time is now a matter of seconds for Constance - if she doesn't want to drag this civil war on for years. Lord also thought so, he knew that the woman could never wait for years, she would surely seize this opportunity, how could she possibly wait for the army of Jorgendigan and the Lions to arrive on the battlefield? ”

“She must have plotted something else," Delphine replied with great certainty, "so there's bullying, and we have to figure out a way to get that woman to show her tail. ”

“What do you have in mind?” Ernie argued in opposition.

The daughter-in-law of the Chancellor has a glow in her eyes, like a female leopard hunting to reveal her teeth. “Simply put, Commander Constance is standing still, indicating that the best time for them has yet to come, and let us not give them this opportunity to never come - we have taken the initiative to attack Owechin, the Leviathan Valley and the Golden Needle Forest. ”

“You're crazy!” The Duke was frightened.

Marjorie was also frightened, but the professional sergeant quickly reacted, revealing a thoughtful spirit.

Metisa tapped slightly, bending over and tapping the tip of her jaw as smooth as a jade. “The plan seems to be somewhat feasible," she said at her discretion, "just a little bit more detail...”

Ernie seemed serious when she saw these three men, who were not very good at the army, and she hesitated: "Should I inform the Count? ”

“Of course," said Princess Pokémon, the head of the Guard Corps in the Town Thousand Army, immediately slapping the decision: "You also need to inform Yuta that you cannot move the White Lion Guard without her warrant.” She seemed to find someone missing, so she had to ask: “Where's Ms. Utah? ”

“… she seems to have patrolled herself for fear of intelligence errors. ”

Metissa shook her head with a smile. “This lady...”

……

The golden needle valley is like a shady gray sea, tall flashing silver trees like soldiers dressed in gray clothes, snow trunks stand up, branch trunks twist and climb. After the summer, the forest is so thick that the floor is full of gray deciduous leaves. Several knights came to the side of an ancient tree, all fully armed, a furry white lion on her shoulder armor, a female knight with a mask on her head, long red hair like fire running down from beneath the metal armor, revealing a coveted and delicate face, her eyes swept over the trunk of the tree, raising a long gun in her hand and pointing to one of them: “What is this? ”

At the tip of her gun, the sharp instrument marks on the trunk were staggered, weird and winding, as if they were creeping back to life, unpleasant.

“This is a memento left by the mountaineers, my lord,” one of the knights looked at the tree and answered in a loud voice, “The legacies of Varache have been using this memento for centuries, and only they know what it means. ”

Utah looked up, the silence in the forest was like a ghost, the cold wind swept through the treetops, and then the whispers rang through the forest. She was not afraid and drew a long gun around her body: “This used to be mountain land? ”

“Here, also north of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Riviera Valley.” The Knight respectfully replied: "The mountaineers have been hiding here for centuries, and it is precisely because they are in the north that the White Legion dared to garrison so fearlessly in the three-sided valley of Ouwehin, but with this forest, Ouwehin is the most important strategic place in southern Khomehin. ”

“Where are they now? ”

Knight stuck the shell. “This…” he hesitated: "Someone saw them go north, and the local hunters say that a week ago, the mountaineers here began to migrate, and the forest is now empty. ”

Utah turned around and her green eyes flashed with dissatisfaction with this answer. “Why are they going north?” She asked, "The mountains of Varache are the home of dreams of mountain souls, why did they leave the land after they got it? Mel, you're a mountain man, too. Will you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well, because I also have the blood of the mountain people, who will never leave their homeland easily. ”

She frowned somewhat anxiously: "There must be some kind of conspiracy hidden in there. The point is, where did they go? ”

The knight muttered softly: "… they went on pilgrimage and Lachchi appeared again in Warnde. ”

"Lachchi" is a saint of the mountain people, who passed on his legend from generation to generation. The legend is that he brought the mountain people out of the teeth of the evil god Tadisian in today's Volaka. The mountain wind whistling around Varakchi still carries his name, and occasionally the woods whisper about this legend of the past. Varache, in the language of the mountain people, means the home of the saints, which is why they are regarded as sacred lands.

Utah sipped lightly. “The woman who pretended to be a ghost," she said exactly what Constance said. “When did the Dragon of Darkness become the saint of the mountain people, and although the Minors ruled the mountain people for some time, they did not live better than they do now. ”

The knight shook his head: "I don't know, my lord.” He looked forward, overlapping and disturbing, and hesitated: “Should we move on? ”

The knight raised a finger and suddenly hit her face with a bloody snow white. “Shh -” Utah replied somewhat heavily, "Do you hear anything? ”

Forests are whispering, footsteps sound like insects spreading on the ground.

……

The white sentence finally worked wonders.

There was a moment of silence in the underground hall, a bunch of light columns sprinkled down the dome, bright and light dancing, dust rising and falling, between light and dark staggering, the dead spirit of Rorison was shaped like a stone statue, only the soul in the rib cavity burned. A stone rolled over the broken column, echoing in silence, grunting to the white foot, the knight bent down and picked it up.

Brando just turned around, and he looked down at the white, his dark brown eyes squinting deep. “Take it out before we talk about terms. ”

The white side changed. “What is it? ”

“You know. ”

He shifted his face a few degrees and nodded in hesitation. “Take it!” She took a sparkling gem from her arms and threw it at Brando, who held it steadily in her hand and caught it cold, but had a warm feeling inside. There is no doubt that this stone is the most precious thing of the last lifetime - the rule fragment.

“You know each other,” replied Brando. “Now you can say it. ”

“What do you want to hear? ”

“All.”

“But the key is Her Majesty's deal with that--”

The white complexion gradually subsided. “If I tell you everything, what else do I have? Humans, this is not the way to talk about trading. ”

Brando smiled. If he wasn't familiar with this woman, he might have fallen for it. He shook his head and didn't mind: "If you really think so, Ms. Tiamas,” after all, he stretched his voice: "Mr. Croat ——”

“Enough -” White was almost roaring, and the deceased had no right to breathe, but her chest fluctuated sharply as if she remembered her lifelong instincts in a rage: “The key to that deal is in your hands. ”

Brando glanced at the rule fragment in his hand. “In my hands? Of course I know. But what good does Constance get out of it?” He was surprised: “I don't think the Silver Queen is a philanthropist who only wants to pay off. ”

“You're asking the wrong question," he said with a cold smile. “You should ask Madara what she can get out of it. ”

Brando stretched his hands apart, and the magnolia-shaped diamond sparkled in the center of his palm, reflecting a pale cheek. But then he retracted his hands and frowned, realizing that the problem might not be that simple. “What exactly does that mean?” He asks, "Don't sell Guan anymore, you should know that my patience is limited. ”

“There are several places in the White Mountains where the sun has not risen, where a new order has been created and where the dead can be strengthened to the greatest extent. ”

“The land of the dead moon.” Brando had a sound buzzing in his head, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

……

(PS: Conceive the plot behind you, so it's a little late, don't worry.