The Amber Sword

Already in the midst of summer and autumn, the golden needle valley is filled with scraps, vultures and autumn, and after noon the sun is shining through the crown like a golden curtain, but beneath the glorious and intoxicating scenery, it produces distortions and uncleanness. A White Bone Forest army travels between the woods, these are like pale bones dug out of the dirt, slowly moving, every step of the way leads to rusty ring armor noise, they wear black swords at the waist, belong in the sheath of swords, as the front and rear hips of the snow and white swing constantly hit metal buckles, making strange and neat sounds, these sounds converge like waves, sweeping the valley.

Looking at it, the dense numbness is all black and sunken flat-top helmets and phosphorus-light, endless, as if it were the ocean between gray and white. This sea water flows from the east of the valley, passing through the valley, impenetrable, devouring all life. Where they pass, the white bark of the sparkling silver tree dries up, and even the leaves curl and wither, as if they were extracting life.

A small group of human knights hung from afar, armed with armour, headwear helmets, long guns, gorgeous robes draped down like tassels, close to the saddle seat where they sat on the dragon. These giant dragons are also fully hung, not only with a face helmet with metal angles, but also with a thick cotton coat that will be added only in time of war, an inch thick cotton coat, lined with a metal ring and rivet, even more protective than ordinary armor, with most of the exterior decoration gorgeous, draped all the way down to the giant dragon's inverted knee with a huge white faucet crest.

The relationship between these heavy cavalry forces and this demise army appears to be extraordinary, and the mountainous rebirth bones see them as nothing, and they do not seem to intend to get too close to these distorted products, far apart from each other.

On the other side of the valley, Utah and her knights put the horse down, hid in a dimpled area, probed out and clearly looked at the scene. The head of the female mercenary regiment looked serious and had a layer of cold light in her green eyes. She had not never seen the sight before her. In Chablis, in Tonigal, she had seen the Great March of the Dead, and the mountains covered the day. She put one hand around her horse's neck and gently touched the elegant creature to calm it down, turning back and asking others, "Is that the knight of the White Legion? ”

“Looks like the White Dragon Knight. That's right.” Mel replied that he had already lifted his armor to reveal a young man's face - Brando's White Lion Guard was generally young, almost entirely a nascent army compared to the old lion in the north.

Utah grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed it against a glove with a locking armor, placing her hand next to her nose with a rich grassy nose. This land is full of vitality, definitely not land impregnated by negative magic, these dead spirits are not aroused locally, but where do they come from? And most importantly, why are they here, with the White Dragon Knights of the Cruz?

“Crewe, aren't you a wizard? You and Lord Charles have been studying for so long, you should always go a little further.” Utah looked at another young man. The young man, wearing a cotton coat, looked like a coat, just a diamond-shaped bump with a cotton thread on the surface, he put his collar up high, with a thick felt hat, blushing, and he muttered somewhat helplessly: “I am a wizard of the law, Lord Utah, I have not learned black magic, you want me to teach you the composition of psychic magic, but I can explain to you one or two, but what do you want me to say right now, I am not a nematode in the belly of the Cruz people, how do I know what they are doing here? But in my opinion, it's probably nothing good. ”

“If you dare to learn dark magic, I will kill you first, without the Lord's hand.” Yuta replied.

The young man was scared to shrink his neck, and he looked over there as if he thought of something. “But it's not like I haven't found anything. Those knights hanging behind them do not seem to be watching these bone skeletons, they seem to be protecting someone," he said to himself. “If you want to, you don't need to watch the skeletons that the magic of the dead manipulates, it naturally obeys the orders of the messenger. ”

“You mean the man who mastered these bone skeletons, among the knights?” Utah interrupted his long story and grabbed the focus and asked.

“Not necessarily… You know, in Madara's preparation, we generally rely on corpse witches to manipulate low-level spirits without wisdom, and a middle-class corpse witch can only order a dozen skeleton warriors. So Madara's Undead Army is not endless, as others have said, in fact it is subject to the number of middle- and high-ranking corpse witches in the army, but they are really strong, the first is that the Undead Army is not affected by morale, and the second time the corpse witches command skulls and zombies like fingers, their role is like that of the cavalry officers in our human army, but better than ours. ”

“Say the point -" Utah interrupted him again.

“... I mean, there are at least thousands of dead soldiers here, and they need at least one corpse of witches in Madara to run it, and those knights don't seem to be able to protect so many people. There's another possibility, of course, that someone has taken control of so many dead spirits with a Dead Spirit treasure, or that a high-ranking Dead Spirit Lord among those knights has personally taken control of this army. ”

The Female Knight waves: “Do these knights need more protection from the high-ranking Lords of the Dead? Don't think I've never seen the Lord of the Dead. There must be a treasure of the Dead. Where did these Krutz go to get this shit? Her Majesty joined the Dead? ”

Several young knights were cautiously unanswered. Utah was accustomed to not taking His Majesty the Cruz Emperor seriously in the latent silencing of Brando et al., but they dared not do so. The Vaughn dynasty continued for thousands of years, and the royal majesty was already deep in the hearts, not to speak of the royal family, but of a noble lord who, in their sight, was high. Your Majesty, the Emperor of the Cruz, can you allow a man like them to say anything? Therefore, women mercenary leaders can only be treated as blind, deaf and deaf to their bullshit.

Utah didn't care, but her eyes swung through several swinging dandelions, staring in the direction of the valley, and the glitter in her eyes flowed. “They don't look like they're going to Fatan, this direction is going north...”

“It's just like those mountain folks.” Mel added.

“Crewe," she asked suddenly, "I ask you one thing, and you say, if we kill in there and take that dead treasure away, can we take control of this army? ”

The recess calmed down for a moment.

Utah had to look back with a frown and look at a few of his followers: "What's wrong with you, mute? ”

Instead of being mute, several young people were frightened by her fantasy. “My lord, if you want me to be honest, I don't think it's a good idea," Krewe's face is white: “And not to mention whether we can control this army of the dead, those White Dragon knights are all golden masters, can we beat them and it's hard to say, well, this is actually euphemism, I think there's no chance of winning. ”

Utah glanced at him in disgust: "Chicken as a mouse, you call yourself a knight? ”

“I'm a wizard.” Crewe replied grievously.

“You are Lord Charles' proudest student. ”

“But the teacher also said that the first priority on the battlefield as a wizard was Ming Zhe's preservation. ”

“Enough, I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit, shut up...”

Young people had to shrink their necks and not say a word. As an honorary graduate of Wang Li Knight College and Freya's first term, Mel thought seriously about the feasibility of this plan. Although he was a mountain man, he was a nobleman of rare mountain origin. His father was a minister of Grand Duke Vieira, and he was quite well endowed. He was not the eldest son, so he was sent to the royal family to become a knight. But he shook his head and replied, "Too risky, my lord. Do you have any other plans? ”

Utah looked over there and said, "These dead spirits are absolutely weird. It's not normal for Krutz and dead spirits to mix together. How can we watch them slip under our eyes and not respond? ”

She waved to interrupt what the young knight was about to say. “Rest assured, I'm not so reckless. When I was head of the mercenary regiment, you guys were still breastfeeding in the arms of nannies--”

“My lord, I was your subordinate when you were head of the regiment...” Crewe said weakly.

But the head of the mercenary group ignored him directly, and she continued: "We can't, but we have reinforcements.” She brought out a light blue crystal, and the hollow part of the crystal was suspended with a symbol, and the symbol suddenly lit up, and Utah whispered to it: "My lord, I am Utah, and my men and I are now in the Golden Needle Valley ——”

……

Underneath the darkness, a deed-shaped law formation in the hall is gradually taking shape, and the center of the law formation coincides with a pile of gravel, with the sun shooting down from the aperture of the dome, covering the law formation.

Not far away, Brando silently looked at the white array, dropping the slightly glowing crystal in his hand, and the light blue glow on the crystal gradually diminished. “It's a message from Utah.” He whispered to the whitewash behind him: “The woman did not lie to us, the Cruz had moved, and she found a dead army moving north in the Golden Needle Valley -”

The whites retract their gaze from the direction in which the whites are located, and the dark eyes emit dark light in the pitch-black environment. At a glance with her magic, she could see that what was laid out in white was a typical form of magic and that it had to do with psychic magic. She was not very worried about White's hands and feet on this form of magic, so she retracted her mind and thought: “The mountain people who disappeared a few weeks ago and this army of dead spirits went to the border of Mehotophene, and wanted to trap us in Fatan, they should just wait for the white hand, as long as Fatan falls into eternal darkness, the dead spirits and the army of white will attack. ”

“We have to move faster, and now we have it in our hands.” Brando would have been lucky if it hadn't been for this accident, and if Her Majesty's plan had been launched all of a sudden, they would have been in a state of shock.

“Utah is in the Golden Needle Valley, not far from here. Are you trying to stop the Undead Army?” Baihui asked sharply.

Brando glanced at her and nodded. At the moment, this Undead Army is very different from Madara's Undead Army. Madara's Undead Army is controlled by the Corps of Necromancers. A number of thousands of Skull Army. Although he is not afraid, it is impossible to kill them. Even if the Necromancers lined him up to kill him, he had to chop them for half a day, let alone hide in the mountainous Skull Army. Yet this army of dead souls in East Mets was manipulated by a few, which gave him an opportunity, and Utah told him what was happening there, and he immediately moved.

To think of it, he looked up in the direction of Laurison's dead spirit. Although it was white that helped his wife to be freed, the dead soul of the knight should understand who it should be thanking. If he dared to move, he would definitely be the first to do it, especially before he was born, he would have been jealous.

And it was at this time that Bai finally completed her legal matrix.

The Black Knight lady clapped her hands and raised her head to look at Brando with a deep eye. “I'm done, and as promised, I only want the blood of the dark gods, Lord, and you can have that tablet, and Constance's more secrets with that man, and if you don't mind, I'm ready to begin. ”

Brando glanced slightly at her and nodded.

“Sir Rorison.” White and loud, she asked, her voice as empty and dull as ever.

The Horseman of the Dead nodded, his eyes blazing with golden flames and bears.

White walked slowly to the side of the Falun Front - which she had carved on the ground with the swords of several Dead Moon knights, half-inch into the earth, forming a deep groove, like a deed formed by two opposite rounds of the moon staggered together, curved lines staggering each other, forming a dark shadow in the light - and lifted her wrist white, twisted it for a moment, to think of herself as a dead spirit. She frowned and glanced at the whites.

Brando naturally knew what she meant, and he grabbed her and said, “I'm coming. ”

“Thank you," he replied, blunting his voice.

Brando is not worried that White will reckon with her at this stage. White's main job is physics. Although she had contact with magic before and after her life as a long-time silver elf, she was far less than white. He pulled out the sword of the earth and cut a mouth in his hand, and the bright red blood spilled like the most magnificent wine liquid. Along the blade, a string of blood-red beads dripped into the formation.

Brando pulled himself around 21: 00 and then wrapped a thick cloth around the wound to stop the bleeding. By the time he removed the thick cloth, the wound had healed completely, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Seeing this scene, it was necessary to take a deep look at him, not knowing whether it was because of his strong self-healing abilities or because of his accurately calculated blood dedication. Brando also did this to warn this woman that the ritual of blood sacrifice is required in the Law Enforcement, that the amount of blood required in each ring is fixed, and that exceeding or not enough will affect the effect of the spell. The blood required in this eleven ring of the top Law Enforcement is almost exactly the life of a warrior at 21: 00.

Seeing this hand, Brando naturally understood that she knew all about her spells, and she was heartless.

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