The Amber Sword

Beneath the rolling hills of East Metz, beneath the low cloud forests, the intricate caves buried deep beneath the earth and the myriad of ruins in the darkness, the many creatures and the dead reign in the midst of day and night. About their ancient legends, their own folk songs and stories were passed down from generation to generation in Metz, and the old folks occasionally mentioned these creeps.

Legend has it that husbands teach their wives, mothers deter their sons, and that terror and whispers in the woods in the night spread with the summer and autumn winds, haunting them for centuries.

This power of darkness lies only in the hands of the most powerful lords of darkness, known as the Grand Duke. Historically, Metz had three Grand Dukes, the first of which was Baron Snowy of Owechin, who mastered the world of darkness 30 years before, 30 years after, and was once a saint.

A sophisticated spirit wizard whose name was deceived until sixty years after his true death, was dug out of the tomb and burned to ashes, whose power was sealed in a crown by the Temple and deposited beneath Thorn Island Prison, stolen in turbulent times and then completely lost; the second was the famous Ludwig witch,

She spread her followers in the Silver Creek Forest, attracting hearts to the dark wizards, bandits and mercenaries to join the cult she operated. In those days, the passers-by knew that Ludwig belonged to His Excellency the Duke during the day, and that the night belonged to the King of Witches. Even the light wind passed through the woods and whispered his name. The travellers were silent, the merchants.

And knights don't even dare approach the forest at night. The witch ended up dead at the hands of Saint Luther, whose heart was stabbed by wood in the Sweet Harbor Perkins Basilica, where the Holy Flame Bear burned year after year, and from which it is said that there are still great screams, perennial wind formations near the Basilica, causing pedestrians to bypass, while the statue of Saint Luther

To this day, in the three Ports of East Mets, in the Golden Square of Port Fatan, travellers can also see the dignity of this heroic knight; the third is Barrier's master, the Duke of Golden Flame, whose power in the world is comparable to that of the Dark World, where life is extremely luxuriously corrupt, selfish, narrow-minded, extremely greedy, cursed by the passersby as the Duke of the Devil, he

Victor, the trustworthy priest of power, is actually Rocclair, the bloodstained lord of the shepherd, who has provoked the majesty of the temple of flame on many occasions in public, preaching evil words, and finally died on the pyre. After his defeat, all his closest priests struggled to escape. Victor Claire remains in the empire's most formidable dungeon. And his...

Power, deposited in the underground cellar of the Cathedral of Oweshin, sealed together by four saints, and cared for by a flaming knight under oath of life.

“The power is actually the power of dark jewels.” The underground world is silent and the beam of light overhead is as if it were the only source of light in the darkness, with glittering spots dancing in the darkness and a layer of floating fog. White voices echo in the empty lobby, and from time to time a layer of sand falls over their heads, but no one cares:

“An explorer found the treasure in the maze of a cave beneath the calf grove and brought it out. The treasure then fell into the hands of a merchant named Rodrian, who later murdered a high-ranking wizard, to whom the dark jewels were given, with the help of the book of Marvicart, the ancient evil.

Drawing strength from the dark jewels, it made a skeletal scepter, a ring and a crown. All three treasures possess the power of the Undead. They are the treasures of the Undead World. They were later obtained by each of the three aforementioned people. Of these, the white crown has long been lost, and the purple crystal ring was destroyed by Luther the Saint, leaving only

Skeletal sceptres are sealed under the Holy Cellar of Oweshine. ”

It turned out to be a dark jewel, Brando suddenly realized, like the cold ice jewel, the dark jewel is a sacred object of dark elements, it is the source of all negative magic, so that no one can be infected by negative magic to form a dead spirit. But that high-ranking wizard, to whom all things return, can harness the power of the Book of Marvicult, the ancient evil, from the darkness.

Drawing strength from the jewels is clearly not a generalized generation, and is likely to be a famous figure in the history of the organization.

“Is that why you're here? ”

“To be precise, for the sake of the sceptre, I killed the gladiator, who is now in the hands of the Duke of Ambnar. ”

“Legion leader of the White Legion? ”

nodded white.

Brando suddenly remembers something. “By the way, Amman turned himself into a dead spirit, didn't he have anything to do with you?” He asked, "Amman has access to the Book of Marvicult, which is supposed to be the real thing. Everything goes back to the top, but everything goes back to the top. The top will never accept a dead spirit, and it should be after that that that he becomes

Dead spirit. ”Speaking of which, he had to take a deep look at the white eye:" Can you tree herders infiltrate everything for a while? ”

It is hard not to be surprised that everything returns to play with the means of infiltration, which is unique in The Sword of Amber, an organization with so much infiltration that its ability to reverse infiltrate is naturally not as good as there, or perhaps even stronger.

“Infiltration? That doesn't make sense,” White answered very knowingly: "It was only my personal act to seduce Amman, who wanted to pursue immortality, and I saw his ambition in order to convince him to join us.” Her pale face revealed a grin: "Immortality. Only a madman can be immortal, sensible.

Man would never go after something so vain. ”

Brahmandu's Black Rose is called Immortality and Eternity, and Brando finds it somewhat interesting to hear a word like this in the mouth of Madara's dark aristocracy. “So, no wonder Andrea recognized him, but they didn't seem too confronted, and Amman didn't join the herders? ”

“He has no interest in the pastoralist, who is a maggot of genuine selfishness, who does everything in his own interest and lives for himself. He simply cannot understand our pursuits, and we will not accommodate such people.” Speak plainly.

“What about you, you seduce him for the Book of Marvel Carter? ”

“Yes, I traded him for eternal secrets, hoping to get a fake of the Book of Mavicart from him.” Lifting his eyelids white, he glanced at him with a golden eye: “As far as I know, the high-ranking wizard to whom all things returned was extracting the power of dark jewels with the counterfeit of the Book of Mavicart as a medium. ”

“You seem to be obsessed with the power of dark jewelry -" Brando asks, confused: “Wait a minute, you say that the high-ranking wizard used the counterfeit of the Book of Marvel Carter as a medium to extract the power of dark jewelry, and you want to get the counterfeit of the Book of Marvel Carter from Amman, do you think you've found the dark treasure?

"Beads?”

The golden flame in the white eye flashed slightly and did not answer this question.

“Looks like you're right, Brando, not only did she find the dark jewels, but it looks like the dark jewels are probably in this place - in this hall.” White smiled slightly, the interface.

White suddenly turned around and stared at the knight with disgust, but she realized it was useless and had to lightly sigh: “Yes, I'm sure I found the dark jewel. ”

Brando and Bai looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes. The dark jewels disappeared after the high-ranking wizard from which everything returned. Even the three treasures made from the power extracted from them were turned for hundreds of years and fell into the hands of three different people. After that, they went through another hundred years, white.

Without knowing where the crown was, even the purple crystal ring was completely destroyed. I didn't expect this woman to have such ambition. She couldn't even see the three treasures and turned her eyes directly to the dark jewels.

And listening to her, she didn't know how long ago she'd been planning this, and according to what Brando knew, it was at least earlier than he had crossed.

The woman's heart was too deep and calm. If they hadn't known her too well, they wouldn't have been able to make her suffer so much this time.

“If I'm not mistaken, the Dark Jewel should have been earned by Laurison's wife," White continued: “It's just that at that time the power in the jewel somehow left the jewel itself and was injected into her body, like the blood of God. This is only a tree shepherd's pen. Guess Grace is a tree shepherd, and my guess.

In a reciprocal way, I think it should be the top of a treeherder who extracts the power from the dark jewels and makes a pure divine blood, and Rorison's wife is most likely just a middle-and-dozen followers of a treeherder, an apostle, an experiment. ”

“The blood of the dark gods.” Brando suddenly said.

He looked at him for nothing: "Did you see it from Andersa? ”

Brando did not say that the blood of the Dark God was on himself, but he nodded silently.

“It should have something to do with dark jewelry, but it's not pure, it should be a secondary product derived from Grace's experiment, and there's only one true dark god in the world, and that's her.” White scorn: “Her power is so pure and powerful, otherwise how can you think to behave consistently with the Temple of Fire?

She could only be sealed, and the only thing that would happen to her would be to go to the fire. ”

“Is that what you came here for?” Brando looked at Rorison, standing beside him, and the pale light shined on his white bones like phosphorus, casting a dark, inky shadow between the stitches of his bones, and the golden flames in his orbit were burning, with no reaction to their words. He doesn't know if he can hear them.

Talk, but this knight must have loved his wife very much during his life, otherwise he could not have sacrificed his honour and everything, and even defended her here with endless suffering after his death.

It is truly noble and sincere love, above life and death, above all else in the world.

But good things tend to be easily exploited by evil, as they are now. Brando stared at the Soul Knight and turned back and asked White: "Are you going to make a deal with it and take the power of the dark jewels from his wife? ”

“Are you going to stop me? ”

“Shouldn't I stop you?” Brando asks back.

Cold and white smile. “But if I do not take the blood of the Dark God, the soul of that poor woman will be sealed here forever to endure pain and suffering, and Sir Rorison - a righteous and noble knight - will have to live in this dark underground, silently guarded all the time without seeing his loved ones.

On the face of it, two pure souls, eternal bound to it, day after day, year after year, are nothing but darkness and eternity. ”

“What does that have to do with us?” Medfis had long overheard, and he had no understanding of this mortal sentiment. For him there was only the difference between a hunter and a prey, a master and a servant. For him, apart from food, there was only a master, and he devoted all the beauty of life to death and loyalty, Bu.

Randall needed only one look to make him die willingly.

But Brando and Bai Yan were caught in silence.

“My lord, there are many powers in this world that are readily available to a man like me, as long as you give up your principles. For a man like me, the power of the Dark Jewels, the power of the Book of Mavicart, or any other power, is no different. I will eventually be given strength, and for the sake of evil, it is not distinguished from the means by which I obtain power. Right now.

Why confine yourself to tradition after being the best result? Besides, it's only if I convince Rorison that you can safely take that tablet from here. It's a win-win deal. You can always dispose of me, right? ”

The white voice echoes in the dark, as if it were a devil's whisper, full of enchanting magic.

“If you know I'm going to kill you, why are you pursuing all this again?” Brando asked coldly.

With her white eyes burning with the bears' golden flames, she smiled and revealed Whitesen's sharp teeth. “I do not believe that necessarily, as long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, it is worth doing my utmost. ”

“If so, why should I give you the chance to win this defeat?” Brando asks, "Unlike you, I'm a careful man who can't help but take everything into his own hands. ”

White did not speak, as if she believed that Brando would eventually change his mind, but this was when a low, old voice sounded in the dark:

“Let her come, young man. ”

The three of them turned back together, and the golden fire in the orbit of the tall, pale skeleton knight jumped, and he turned around his body squeakingly, looking at the white, a hollow, murky voice as if it were coming from his chest: "You said you could lift the curse on Grace and free her from this endless suffering? ”

This is not a dead spirit without wisdom.

“Sir Rorison -” Brando's first reaction came, and he hurried to stop it. This woman was horrible. Although she didn't look like a liar, who could guarantee it? But the Skeleton Knight waved at him gently, interrupting him: “I've been listening here for a long time and the three of you know my life very well, so would you like to sit down and listen to the old man? ”

Brando and White glanced at each other stunned, unanswered, blinking at what they were thinking, and finally Brando nodded and replied: "Go ahead. ”

The Sovereign Knight was silent for a moment, and the low voice echoed in the darkness: “I was born in the countryside of Granu, and I've lived my life, and I've seen many people, many things, some memories, some memories I can't remember anymore, but all they have left for me today is endless pain and suffering. My love for Grace, which today leaves only one oath and bondage, belongs to humanity, and has long gone. But in the pitch of darkness, there was always this thought in my mind, and I wanted to see her again, and it sprouted in my mind, and it couldn't be suppressed ——"

“I don't know if this is love, but I just want to see her once, young man, and I may have experienced more in my life than you, but at this moment I dare not be proud of myself in front of you, and I just want to ask you if I can satisfy the wishes of an old man. ”

“I dedicated my whole life to Martha, but never saw the light...”

The sighs in the darkness are like sand and dust in the wind, and after the gravel is scattered, there is nothing left but endless mulberries.

Brando and Bai Zheng have been talking for a long time. I dedicated my whole life to Martha, but never saw the light -- but also the ideal seeker, will one day they end up like this? Whether or not the world really pays off, it's just a kind consolation and a lie, but a whisper of comfort between desperate people in the dark.

Suppose there's never been light in this darkness?

“Then let me light this spark -" Brando raised this uncontrollable thought in silence.

Hidden in the shadows of the two, she remained silent, but Brando knew that she had succeeded. He sighs, and there are things in the world that you may know are wrong, but you have to do, because the power of human nature, along with the glow of reason, shines in the dark. “Perhaps what we need is not cold right, Sister.” He whispered to Baiqiao.

Whispering silently.

At that moment she suddenly remembered the empire called Maldos.

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