The Amber Sword

Brando finally cheated Andrig into letting the vampire princess leave herself alone for a while, and then he saw the ‘cocoon’ that locked her away under Metissa's leadership. The giant cocoon is suspended between two ancient white oak trees, about eleven and twelve feet tall, wide enough for two people to hug each other, half a person high off the ground, in the form of a spindle, and there is a hidden curve of the contour of Myoman's woman, rarely visible as the knight Nimmasis.

Brando looked up at the cocoon and walked over to the surface, touching it with probability. The light penetrated his palm, and the temperature from the surface was similar to that of the human body. The light body, though soft, was extremely resilient and obviously not so easily damaged. The slightly weak Metissa tells the story of what had happened before, and Andrig and Medfis took the same secret passage as Whitefish, but one step later, so when they came to the ground they saw only this cocoon and the unconscious Chipamila lying on the side.

“Andrig, she found this thing around here.” As Metisa said, she took out a tablet, which is exactly what Brando had seen under the tomb cellar, but at this moment the tablet had lost its metallic shine and had become gray, and the pattern on the surface had disappeared. This is clearly what the inheritance inside the stone slab of war looks like after the energy has disappeared, and when Brando sees this slab, he understands exactly what's going on.

He was relieved. Looking at the cocoon, she replied: "It seems that Ms. Nimatis should have inadvertently triggered this tablet, thus obtaining the inheritance on the tablet, which should be the self-protection mechanism of the war tablet, then there is no problem. ”

“Is that okay?” Metissa asked with some uncertainty, after all, that she had never known anything about this compared to Brando.

“No problem," Brando said definitely, "but this should last for a while, Metisa. You can stay and take care of Ms. Nimatis for a while. I'll arrange for Andrig to stay with you. There won't be any more strong enemies around here. You guys have more than enough to protect each other. ”

With a slight glimpse of the potential meaning of the phrase, Madison looked up and asked, "Lord, are you leaving? ”

Brando just remembered that Metisa was called in on her own way and didn't know what was going on with Yura, which explained it to her in detail. Metissa frowned when she heard it, and apparently the sudden appearance of the dead surpassed her expectations. She thought carefully before answering: "Although Miss Delphine and I thought that Her Majesty had another card, we didn't think it would be a dead spirit. Fortunately, Yura and Lord Lords, you discovered their arrangement well in advance, otherwise we might find ourselves stuck in an unexpected situation, and we have to react quickly. ”

“So you stay, notify Charles, and keep the port on guard.” But don't worry too much, "Brando said," but it's not as far as you can imagine. According to your sister, the White Legion is supposed to want to use rule fragments to change the order of the area around Fatan and transform it into a state of eternal night. In the absence of sunshine and with the double reinforcement of the land of the dead, the dead will be strengthened unprecedentedly. In turn, humans will suddenly find themselves in a state of chaos in the eclipse, and their calculations are well defeated, but the key to this plan - the rule fragments of the port of Fatan are now in our hands, and I will make them happy. ”

Metisa suddenly frowned: “Lord, I have an idea. ”

“Hmm?”

“In fact, before that, Miss Delphine and I were going to do better than wait for the Silver Queen to line up and disrupt their plans. Strategically, the offense was more aggressive than the defense. Now that ownership is in our hands, why don't we take this opportunity to do more? ”

Brando is interested, he's not good at war, and directing a battle is okay, but he's a bit overstretched when he rises to the strategic level. Fortunately, he is surrounded by Metissa, the little princess of the Silver Elf who personally participated in and directed the battle of the saints. Is it more than enough to cope with the current situation? It's a big deal. You know, this is the most famous general a thousand years ago, the wars of the continent were flying, far from comparable now.

Metisa smiled mysteriously: "Lord is going to take some of the privileges of the Undead. ”

Brando nodded, listening to Yura's description, and the spirit army was supposed to be in control of part of the authority of that spirit artifact to control thousands of skeletons marching in the mountains. Thousands of skeletons were not worth the sun in his eyes, but the Necromancer he was interested in, even if it was only part of the authority, might have gained something from it, so he nodded his head when he heard about Yura's plan.

“We can give the White Legion a fake play, and then we can do whatever it takes, if we're lucky, to solve the current dilemma in the port of Fatan directly.” Metissa replied.

Brando understood the intention of the little Silver Elf Princess and raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought about the feasibility of the plan in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more chance he had, the more excited he couldn't help but get. He took a breath and sighed: “In that case, first of all, be careful not to leak information. The Cruz are unlikely to let your sister go. They are likely to have a small garrison in the vicinity, and I have to deal with these people. ”

Metisa nodded and asked, "Lord, are you all right alone? If you don't want me to come, why don't you call Mr. Charles? ”

Brando shook his head. “Charles left him at the port, and you and Hippamilla came out, and I had to leave someone at the port just in case. As for you, stay here and take care of your wounds, as the Lord commands. ”

“But I have used holy water and the wounds have healed long ago. At best, they are a little weak. Although there is no way to fight, the authority of the brigade master can still be exercised.” Metisa argued weakly. Speaking of injuries, Brando couldn't help but look at her chest. The originally astonishing wound had indeed gradually healed under the powerful action of holy water, and now only a large chunk of snow-white skin remained beneath the broken coat, as well as the tempting curve that had just begun to develop.

Brando coughed and was immediately embarrassed.

Metissa noticed something wrong with her lord's divinity. She looked down and fainted. She bit her lips and quickly blocked the revealed spring light with her hands. If she were someone else, she would inevitably get angry in this situation, but Metissa couldn't say anything because of her usual nature, and the atmosphere between the two was a little awkward for a while.

After a while, Brando muttered, “Don't worry, my little princess, I've arranged this. I'm not gonna joke about Yura's safety. You should understand. ”

Metissa, um, sounded like an answer.

But after a while, she couldn't help but whisper, “Why don't you take Andrea with you? She can still fight. ”

Brando still shook his head: "No need, neither you nor Medfis have the fighting power, and Hippamilla is unconscious. Only Andrig has the fighting power, and I can rest assured that she stays here.” After words, he looked up at the direction of the entrance on the other side of the valley: “Madara's bone skeleton should have come in that direction, and the Cruz people wouldn't be too far away...”

Metissa also looked at the entrance to the other side of the valley, and the green valley reflected an intoxicating green in the sun, and suddenly she said, "Perhaps someone can help you, Lord. ”

“Who?” Brando turned around.

“That bone skeleton, you won't forget it, Lord. ”

“Chloe, is it alive?” Brando was surprised to finally remember this poor thing, "he said.

“Yes, and Sir Rorison would like to see you. ”

Brando was stunned and nodded, and the two of them suddenly fell into silence, as if they both understood that one of the issues had not yet been said, but they were both reluctant to speak voluntarily, worrying about each other's minds. After a while, Brando said in a shadow: "Metissa, your sister, she...”

“I already know," Metisa shook her head hard, "needless to say, Lord. ”

Brando looked at the Girl of the Silver Pokémon, and Metissa lowered her head and seemed a little disturbed by her silence. “Really nothing? ”

Metissa was silent for a while before saying, "When the Silver Elves die, they will go to a place called Alfheim, which is the sacred valley of peace - the Holy Silver Valley, where our Silver Elves spiritually belong, and one day I will meet my sister there, and my father and mother, who have only reached that gorgeous paradise one step ahead of me. ”

“Though it sounds wonderful, I'd rather Metissa stay with me forever and live in this world. ”

“Lord, you really don't comfort people,” Metissa almost gave him a smile: “Besides, Lord Lord will get old, one day I will leave him. ”

“That's okay, I'll go with you to that alfheim. ”

“No, that's the Holy Land of the Silver Elf, my lord. You're a human being, you can't go in. ”

“That's not necessarily true. I'm a travel magician. Can't I cross the table? ”

“… you are too discreet, my lord. ”

……

This is the second time Brando has seen the demise of this Holy Knight, sitting with his head down beneath a standing white rock, like a meditation, a long cape, dragged to the ground at its end, a beautiful red, as if it were the end of a flowing hero. Rusty swords are inserted in front of them, a ray of golden sunshine falling from the treetops, shining over the handle of the sword, the gems gleaming like telling a story from before the passage of time.

Sir Rorison sat right behind this sword, and the wounds on his body seemed to have recovered - at least on the surface - except that the golden flames in his orbit were much darker.

“Here you are, young knight.” When Brando arrived, Rorison raised his head and glowed with a golden crown on his deeply depressed skull.

“I am not a knight," Brando lit up the sword of the earth that he had so easily recovered, "I am a warrior, a swordsman, but not a knight. ”

“All the same, with the passing of life and the different meanings of time in my eyes, past perceptions no longer bind some eternal meanings.” Dead Spirit replied: “In my eyes the knight is not an identity, but a noble symbol, symbolic of having some kind of pursuit, I can see your obsession, why deny it, I don't think it embarrasses you. ”

Brando silenced down. “Where's your wife, distinguished knight sir?” He looked around, but he didn't see the soul of his loved one, nor did he see the shadow of the Gray Knight Croat.

“She left, and the world was bound only to her, even to my love, but she finally got peace and relief, thanks to you.” The voice of the dead is like a dream.

Brando smiled. “Don't thank me, I'm not purposeless. Besides, the results are pretty good. Your guardian finally made sense. ”

“I'm leaving too," the Dead Spirit replied, "I can feel a voice calling me, my soul is about to return to eternity, and this moment in the world is so diverse that I can't help but recall my time. Cruz Valley Changqing, Bino like a dream in that era, we can chase our beliefs and dreams with all our heart...”

Brando listened quietly to Rorison tell his past, like a dying old man, slowly telling the story behind time, young knights, glittering beliefs, frustrations and struggles, and even lifelong waiting, and it was the glittering will that supported such a belief in silence.

The dead end the story quietly, then raise their heads and stare at Brando with their golden soul flaming eyes.

“I am about to leave, but before proceeding, I will give you a gift," the Dead Soul said slowly, “come to me, young knight. ”

Brando looked at Rorison with a slight glance, surprised - the dead face his eyes, without any malice. Brando hesitated for a moment, but walked in front of Rorison, and suddenly the spirit stood tall, stretching out his white boned hand and pulling out his sword from the ground, but he did not make an attack, and Brando relaxed after being stunned. The dead lift their swords and gently place their tips on Brando's shoulders.

“Do you know the meaning and weight of glory, young knight? ”

“It will always be with you,” the Dead Spirit answered with a loud voice, "I have nothing but some sense of life, and these memories of the past have long lost their meaning to me, but I hope they can help you. ”

With this phrase, Brando suddenly felt the surrounding scenery dissipate like gravel in the wind, a glimmer of holy sounds coming from all sides, he raised his head and found out where there was no Lorison's dead spirit, he was alone in the center of a temple, kneeling on one knee, on all sides were huge landing rose colored windows, a beam of pure white light through the pores above his head, just on the ground beside himself, like a huge spot of light falling in the dark.

In the darkness around us, the scene was not clear at all, as if it were a platoon bench in the chapel, or whether there were people sitting on it. A burglary whisper came from all sides, gathered together, and buzzed, as if it was a discussion, and as if it was watching.

Brando suddenly realized that this scene was one of the most memorable in the life of the knight's dead soul, but with the passage of time, the original clear memories became blurred. The audience in the temple, like a photograph that had been washed away by water, had faded almost without a trace, but only what had happened in the centre of the temple had left indelible traces in its memory.

That's inheritance...

Knight's beliefs and ideals, Rorison intends to give him what is most important to him, and he has had it all on the same occasion, and today he returns the power that belongs to the Knight in the same form. In Amber Sword, this is also a rare but unenforceable opportunity. The skills these lifelong heroes possess are far from the common ones available everywhere. The key is that after incorporating personal understanding and understanding, these skills are mostly unique. Brando never dreamed that he could inadvertently trigger a hidden task.

He didn't know if he was becoming less and less sensitive to what was in the game, or if he was assimilated too much by the world, a task he should have detected long ago. He probably should have detected it at the moment of Rorison's demise, but he didn't, until this moment, of course, as if it had happened naturally.

He saw a bright white light appearing in front of him, and the person in the white light could not see his face clearly, as if there were many faces overlapping, some he was familiar with, some he had even seen, but some he was unfamiliar, never in his memory. These familiar or unfamiliar faces intersect with each other, opening together, chanting something in a common voice, and Brando hears it, as if he heard it clearly, but as if it were all a buzzing murmur, until a piece of memory comes into his mind.

The shining knight stands on the hill.

Flags like forest, mountains like tide.

The sharp sword glittered in the cold.

Brando sees himself, sees Rorison's life, and then he naturally understands where this skill comes from.

The mysterious visions in front of him suddenly disappeared, the forest's emerald background returned to his view, he still stood under the white boulder, the forest land was still green, the sword of Rorison was still quietly inserted in front of him, but the dead spirit of the knight was long gone, only the afternoon sun and glow in the forest, dotted a spot of light on the grass.

A long cape lays on the grass with the breath of its master, like blood, glittering.

And there's only one monotonous tone left in Brando's head that echoes: "Obtain Holy Knight's Secret, Holy Baptism. ”

He silently picked up the cape and gently covered it over Rorison's sword, then pulled out the sword of the earth, engraving a flying line on the rock with the tip of his sword:

This is the tomb of a knight whose life has guarded love and faith. His loyalty and ideals may not be known to the world, but the valley is green and faith persists -

……