The Amber Sword

The dark candlelight spreads in the direction of the curtain, the end of the light is a beauty like ice sculpture, the face emerges from the dark with the dust and snow fairy as described in the myth, but the straight nose and chin seem to be sculpted out with a chisel, each line is slim, she is looking at a young man in front of herself, the deep eyes occasionally flashed a dark blue light. The young man sat on a grey poker box with his head wrinkled, one hand holding a parchment, his elbow resting on his thigh, unconsciously crushing the pieces of glass scattered through the dust with bright horse boots.

Sharp shards sparkle in candlelight, like pearls in gravel.

“Greta, do you seem impatient?” Women's voices seemed to come from the abyss of nightmares, as if a bitter wind of ice had swept through them and everything was frozen, sending a crisp burst of mortal hair upside down. But the young man called Grita was not a mortal, to be exact, he was a dead man, and the dead would not feel cold, because they had no body temperature at all —— and when they heard about it, Grita raised her head and looked at the king of the witch with a bouncing, dark red, plasma-like fire of her soul.

He then revealed an elegant smile that was no worse than the smile on the face of the gentleman who was the warmest of humans, except that it appeared out of place on a face that was not slightly bloody and cold and stiff, yet it did not make people feel weird, but rather it made people feel like a spring breeze. “It's not that you don't know, Ms. Alvett, that I didn't want to come to this place where birds don't shit from the beginning, and people often say that the dead have the least sense of character, because they're always in places where death is so high, and this place is a hundred times less tasteful than the least tasteful dead. Wouldn't it be boring if you stayed in a place like this?” The sword of the future Empire of Madara, known as Darus' most powerful sword saint after Darus, opened his hand and asked.

“I'm neither bored nor bored, and that kind of thing doesn't mean anything to me, but I know you're not worried about this, but about the person you're about to meet.” Alvett replied indifferently.

“Yes, because he is the owner of this place, it is more terrible to exist than a place that has a hundred times less taste than the soul that has the least taste, which is the owner of this place. I hope he never gets complacent about his masterpiece, which is even more terrifying and extremely terrifying. ”

“In fact, what do you have to worry about? The man I met, we had an affair before he died, when he was a mortal, but nobler in descent, a Minor, that's all. ”

“How many years have you lived, ma'am? ”

“I thought you should ask, how many years have you been dead...”

“Come on, when I didn't say.” There was nothing the young man could do, "he asked.“ Have you really met that man? ”

Alvey nodded: “I met him about a thousand or two years ago in the Gulf of Yas, but we were in a hurry, but I knew who he was and he didn't know who I was. ”

“What was he like back then? Was it as horrible as the rumors? ”

“Are you afraid of him?” The King of Witches questioned.

“Isn't it scary to see me like this?” Gritta glanced slightly and couldn't help but look down at herself and wonder if she was acting wrong there.

“You look scared, but the dead don't feel the real fear--”

“Losers.” The young man sighed: “He was a prophet who witnessed the demise of the Empire with his own eyes. For a thousand years he watched his community fall, expelled, forgotten by Martha, watched everything that was once glorious disappear invisible, and the wind sand buried the ruins of an era behind his history, but he was indifferent. Does he have no power - no, he has the power to destroy the heavens and the earth according to legend. In Maldos, his position is second only to that of the dragon of darkness. No, perhaps even higher. It is only unknown to others. As long as he strikes, the four wise men have no chance of victory, but he is indifferent. What is he thinking? ”

“What are you thinking?” Alvett looked at Grita with surprise: "These things have nothing to do with you. ”

“I wonder, is it true that such a man must keep a secret, a secret that answers everything, and that the man who brought us here proved that?” Gritta said excitedly.

“I thought your curiosity wasn't so great. ”

“It's boring, ma'am, but I admire your silence. ”

The King of Witches stared at the dead man with a dark blue eye until the latter retreated.

“Well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, because I don't think people like you who have lived for a thousand centuries will know anything," Gritta said helplessly, "but I've been thinking about a problem, and it should have been 60 years ago in that war, and countries should have seen something like that, and how can they remain indifferent until now, isn't there something going on that we don't even know about? ”

“What?”

“I mean,” Gritta stood up and said, "Don't you think that looks crazy? ”

Alvett looked at this man inexplicably.

Grita scratched her hair as messy as hay, explaining: "Why did they not settle things once and for all, leaving all the contradictions until today? I mean, Her Majesty the Cruz, if I recall correctly, the Dragons and the Bukas should have been present during the Second Jihad, and they could have handled the matter perfectly, but they chose not to act, and even contributed to the development of the situation. If not for them, where would Her Majesty be today? ”

Alvett frowned slightly, as if he had no interest in it. “Perhaps they are happy to see what they have achieved, and perhaps they are confused themselves. You must understand that since a thousand years ago, the four temples have been on the side of justice, which is neither verbal propaganda nor hypocrisy. If they fail to stand on this point, they will lose their morality, as if they were today's temples of fire - whether Protestant or Old Church clerics and bishops - where they can still practise their magic and gain strength from the Golden Fire Path, which means that the morality in their hearts is not skewed, but just different positions. ”

“Do you seem to know their teachings well?” Greta's eyes lit up as if she'd discovered a new continent.

But Alvett shook his head impatiently, denying: "If you witness everything from the birth of these four temples to today's history, you will understand more. ”

Gritta reveals an uglier look than crying: “Ma'am, while I understand you're qualified to say this, can you stop saying that and blow my confidence - experience and experience can make a person incredibly wise, and instead of leaving a trace of age and time on you, it adds to your glory and charm, which I know is enviable, but I can't stand when you're always so proud of it. ”

Alvette was silent about Grita's words and was obviously used to the way the young man spoke.

The latter did not receive a response from her, but went on without discouragement: "But I agree with you, they may be confused, but if Her Majesty is the hero of the destiny, what is wrong with them? ”

“Something didn't happen, no one could say it was right or wrong--”

“So there's another possibility? ”

The King of Witches suddenly turned around and asked coldly, "What exactly are you trying to say? ”

“Nothing,” Gritta smiled slightly: “It's just a statement. After all, you must have met some real heroes, like those four wise men, Ms. Alvett? ”

“Almost, in those days, I had heard some of their legends, but had not really met them. ”

“Where's the King of Fire? ”

“He was special, and the young man was filled with infinite possibilities, and it was fitting that the bards described his life by miracles. ”

“So the King of Fire is indeed a legend," Gritta asked, "Ms. Alwitt, do you think anyone in the world could really see the future? ”

“There's one right where you are. ”

“No," Gritta shook her head: “At best, that man's vision of the future is a revelation, and the prophet sees strange landings from revelation. These scenes are shaky, but they are just a corner of the future, and they can see these fragments, but they can't change. What I'm saying is, if anyone can see the future and change its happening--”

“Unless you say that the man is a god, it is said that in the ancient times the gods were able to do so.” Alvett replied coldly.

Gritta stopped talking after listening to this and bowed her head. After a few moments, a dusty door in front of them suddenly burst into a squeaky, teething muffle, then slowly opened to both sides, and nobody manipulated the door after it, as if it was self-conscious and automatically greeted the distant Guest.

Both Alvette and Gritta raised their heads at the same time and saw an old man slowly walking out of the darkness behind the door with a corpse, dressed in a robe, holding the most ordinary cane, trembling as if he were a candle in the wind. The lights will run out of oil at any time. But when Tarig saw him, he couldn't help but stand up, some were told in legends, but some were themselves legends, just like the one in front of him, long before an era, his story was so many stars in Warnde that his name, a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, was enough to shock anyone.

Though that was just the name of an ordinary Minor who could no longer be ordinary, it did not even need a verbal narrative and had echoed in the darkness.

Even Grita couldn't help but look at the agate and bow down deeply.

But only Alvett, still standing tall.

……

The rays of the sun cross the sky west of Metz and do not dwell for a moment in its inherent trajectory due to anyone's attention, it is like a burning meteor, falling at irreparable speeds towards the end of the western ocean skies of the continent. When an intrinsic moment passes, the silver woodland is no longer sunny, but is stained with a light red glow, twilight in the western sky clearly implies that the stars are embellished with diamond powder over a light purple background of evening glow.

The knights of the White Legion were escorting the Undead Army through the Golden Needle Valley for the last time, and the Knight Maverick looked up at the sky, just in time. Although no one in the valley was empty, the mountaineers had long migrated north, securely attracting the gaze of the incompetent nobles of the port of Fatan south, but no one was willing to spend the night in a forest full of rare and strange legends, especially with so many bone skeletons.

Though they are certainly the bravest knights, most of the legends in this forest come from the creepy stories of the mountaineers, from the legends of the last era, and the lines are filled with awe-inspiring mysteries.

He raised his hand and made a gesture to the nearby knights - the last part of the valley ahead, the slow, undulating ridge that formed a narrow narrow crossing, the most complex part of the terrain here, and perfect for ambushing. Although the place was long deserted, he felt it would be safer, out of a cautious nature, to send scouts in accordance with Cruz's military code of conduct.

Maverick understands this deeply, and the reason the Duke sees himself as doing this important task is because he sees himself carefully and discreetly. This character is a little too soft for a commander, but at the moment it applies, and anyway he never thought he would rise a step further, and the Knight Commander is already a somewhat satisfactory position in the ranks of the Empire.

The knight was his own personal guardian and quickly understood what he meant and set out. Maverick noticed that when the dragon passed through the forest, he didn't wake up any birds, which was not a good sign, and he frowned deeply.

Indeed, only moments later, he heard his own guard roar, followed by a human horse roar, from which, with years of marching experience, he even distinguished the sound of a broken feather arrow.

“There's an ambush! ”

The knight's voice rang at the same time as the voice in his head.

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