The Amber Sword

Some things are easier said than done, which is why there are so many empty talkers in the world.

On the battlefield, people kill each other face-to-face, and people admonish themselves in their hearts - as long as they overcome their cowardice about death, they can easily face their fears - yet when the blade is upon them, people can often see the lightness of Death's footsteps from their enemies' desolate eyes.

Your head falls, the world spins in your eyes, and finally falls into the dust, and all that spreads on the battlefield is a dark decline, representing the symbols that you exist - your name, your status, your faith and your family - all vanished into nothingness under this sword, and after that, it doesn't matter whether it starts or ends, nobody knows the world after death, because it probably doesn't exist.

Mountain rivers, forest plains, still the same color, the sun and moon stars are still side by side, you and the world long speech, white flowers green, you can no longer feel all this.

Fear goes deep into the bone marrow before the catastrophe begins.

Though Utah is not a first-born child on the battlefield...

Even in the south of Eruin, the war between the nobles and the nobles was rife with petty bullshit, but as a mercenary, she still lived and died. When a man has experienced a death and bathed in the bloody salt of battlefield, a complete transformation occurs, and some veterans who have walked off the battlefield believe privately: that is because those who have experienced all this have freed the beasts inside.

Utah did not know what a beast was like in her heart, and at this moment she felt nothing but an unprecedented amount of weight, just like many years ago, when she faced the bandit who had fallen in the Shabno Mountains with a thin sword. The cold wind blew away the sweat stain in front of her forehead, glued the red hair to both sides of her forehead, but she didn't realize it. Five fingers fastened the sword, which was given to her by the young lord, and the red crystal with the weight hammer emitted a heavy glow under the night.

The tension in her heart stemmed from a sense of responsibility stemming from the manipulation of the fate of others, who were afraid that their decisions would send these fine young people off the road, and who could guarantee that it would make sense, even though they had already left life and death behind? And can she live with the way they look at her trusted eyes?

Although Utah was already the head of the regiment, he was unable to answer both questions.

She did not know that she had stood at a crossroads where countless people had stood, where humanity had to overcome weakness, where some had chosen to give in, but where more people had hit their heads with bloodshed, where they had become indifferent, heartless, foolish, arrogant, and where only a few could truly see their hearts and take that crucial step and become the best commanders.

This is a choice on the battlefield, where the chess player must have the courage of the chess player and the courage of the chess player.

The mountain winds passed through the woods and sandstormed lightly, as if they were a derisive mockery of this senseless killing in the world. The gods had long gone, yet only their children were left to hurt each other.

Shattered bone fragments from the battlefield, Sensen's white bones were buried between the rocks, and several dark steel swords were plunged into soft soil. If it weren't for the black rose flag that didn't fly in the evening breeze, Utah would almost think this was the battlefield of Goran-Elson. There is no doubt that there has just been a battle here, with the Krutz manipulating the bone skeletons, and she ordered Mel to crush those enemies mercilessly and to compare them to Madara's army in the Hillman Valley, which is not worth mentioning.

The battle ended quickly, and the Undead Wizards were not able to use Skull's field of view for reconnaissance - not to mention their lack of vision - so they probably haven't been exposed yet, but there's nothing to be thankful for, because the real challenge lies ahead, and everyone knows that.

“This is a probationary offensive, and the White Legion knights are likely to follow. ”

Utah agrees with this view and lightly lowers his head.

If not, the three white dragons, like ghosts, and the White Legion knights riding on them emerged from the woods, clearly pioneering the Order, and the Cruz side did not know how many enemies were ambushed behind this silver tree, so they deployed their actions carefully. The Cruz were found to be more cautious than expected, and Utah's eyes lit up, immediately lifting his sword and shouting:

“Punch--”

She knew that the other party could not be given too much time before they understood their falsehood, and that there was no room for regret at this moment, even if it was wrong, to make a mistake.

Short-byte orders carry a special power, and young knights from Eruin strike like lightning. The wind at the mouth of the mountain was always abnormal, the grass swayed between the rocks, the gravel swept in the direction of the wind, and in the face of all of this, the Cruz people showed amazement, the heavy cavalry always had an overwhelming advantage in the face of the light cavalry, in their view, it was crazy to face these people.

But after all, they are professional soldiers. After a short stunner, they have already reacted, put up a long gun and are ready to fight. This series of actions on the dragon is almost an instinctive reaction. These knights should have been the pioneers of fire reconnaissance. If they find each other's ambush in any direction, they should withdraw the main force behind them as soon as possible, but they find that there are not many enemies, and most likely they are also the opponent's scouting, so the first reaction is to confront them.

This series of judgments makes them miss the best opportunity to distinguish between facts and the truth.

Though they don't think they're gonna lose.

Utah maintained a leading position in the attack, and she could already feel the oppression of the dragon's body in front of her, especially as the distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and she could even see the other side's large, cold-lit, taupe brown eyes with cold-blooded animal features and vertical pupils. A knight was sitting across the smooth ridge rising from the dragon, unable to see the face of the Krutz, but the other side was shooting at her with a dragon gun more than three metres long.

Utah's eyes as deep as emerald shrunk into a dot, reflecting the glittering glow of the face of the stabbed gun, the head heavily stabbed the horse's neck, making a series of broken bones crisp sound, but before that, Utah had instinctively jumped from the saddle seat and the horse fell under her feet, screaming and rolling down the mountain.

She staggered with the dragon, backhanded, grabbed the metal buckle ring on the saddle seat of the other side steadily in the middle of the air, the Cruz knight was slightly surprised, but not too stunned. He pulled out the sword with his backhand - the White Legion cavalry heavy sword, more than an elbow and a half long, the short blade thick and sharp, and the blade added weight, so waved with great force, like a black cold moon, splitting towards Yuta.

Most people are unable to change direction in the air, with the obvious exception of the present.

Utah suddenly had a red sword in his hand, "Flame!” She shouted outrageously and a brilliant flame was gushed on the tip of her long sword, and the knight was swept away by the flame before he could even react.

“Ah--!” The knight made a terrible scream, and the heavy sword in his hand flew out of his hand and towards Utah.

When Utah hid beside her, the sword flew over her cheek.

“Her weapon...!” The knights' companions finally discovered the change in the battlefield here, tightening the reins and trying to turn the giant man who sat down and wanted to come and support his companions.

But how could Utah give them this chance, "Mel, hold them off!” She shouted and kicked her heavy foot in the chest of the knight, who was burned to the face. Since the Dragon Rider was fastened to the saddle seat with a belt, this foot only kicked the other side in a twisted shape.

That's enough.

She had settled steadily on the back of the dragon, reached out to grab the knight's helmet and force him to raise his head back to reveal the weak neck area, then slit the other's throat with a sword, sprayed out with hot plasma, stained with her buckle ring gloves and wrist, the face of Utah did not change color, took the sword back and picked again, cut off the belt on the knight's thigh and calf responsible for fixing it, and lifted it off the back of the dragon like garbage.

The rest of the Cruz knights saw the scene in anger and yelled, “Shit! ”

They immediately abandoned Mel and the others, turning their spears and coming in this direction.

Of course, this decision is not driven solely by anger, because Utah, who took the dragon, is now the most threatening target for them, and the mere rejection of the cavalry does not pose a threat to heavy knights like them, but the rider who also sits on the back of the dragon is not the same - not to mention the woman who has demonstrated first-class strength.

Besides, she still has a fantasy weapon in her hand.

In this level of battle, this weapon is the force behind the battle.

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Sir Maverick is waiting for the outcome of the war in front of him. He does not know how many enemies there should be behind the forest. It should not be too many from the previous performance, but nobody dares to pack their tickets. War is not gambling. Perhaps this is just a means of confusing them?

So he carefully dispatched several teams of pioneers and let the large troops follow closely. The free time allowed the bone skeletons to rearrange. The false alarm just now really wasted a lot of time. He felt a little unconscious and couldn't help but look in the direction of the Varache Mountains. A huge round of fireballs in that direction is gradually sliding under the horizon, on one side of the deep blue sky, the Wei Yue Ti Mask outlines a silver and white cut.

It's getting late.

He turned back somewhat anxiously, and in front was a dark sea of sparkling silver trees. In fact, it was not thick. The forest had begun to fog, the shadow yearned, the silence was silent. All that echoed in his ears was the footsteps of the lower sand and the heavy steps of the dragons. The silent darkness was more like a scary monster, waiting for prey.

“Why hasn't anyone come back yet?” He finally couldn't help but ask that it was suffocating to wait silently.

“The skeletons sent out are all over.” The middle-aged man dressed as a wizard has a lower voice: “But they are not destroyed very quickly, and the other person may be really understaffed. ”

“But my people haven't come back yet.” Sir Maverick frowned back.

“They're probably not coming back," the middle-aged frowned, “but we can't be dragged here by them.” He glanced back: "My servants are finished. It is time to give the order, Commander. ”

Maverick looked at the forest that the film yearned for again and hesitated for a moment. He knew that the other side might be right. The other side was understaffed and dared to delay their steps here, indicating that it was most likely a elite soldier. If so, the pioneer he sent out might not really be able to come back.

But if he guesses wrong, then a wrong order will bury the whole army here, perhaps he will die on his own, but if that secret falls into each other's hands, he will feel chilly just thinking about it.

But he couldn't stand still, and that feeling of uneasiness was always in his heart.

On the other side of the forest, the last dragon was falling heavily on the ground, raising a piece of dust, beside the dragon's vast body, Utah was bathed in blood, and two young men were seriously injured, only Mel was slightly better off, but also painted.

The battle didn't last long, but for Utah and others, it was a long battle. The Knights of the White Legion were super powerful. Apart from Utah, even the most powerful of the young people, Mel, would be far from catching up. Otherwise, Utah would have killed one of them in the first place, and with the advantage of the weapons in his hand and the deterrent power of the explosion crystal, I'm afraid even if he finally took down this pioneer cavalry, he would have to pay a more severe price. Casualties are inevitable, and it might not have prevented him from sending a message to the larger forces.

Fortunately, everything is satisfactory, and the Krutz army is still moving very slowly, which means at least what they are doing is worth it.

But procrastination is not endless --

Looks like the Krutz commander finally made up his mind, Mel squinted his eyes and could already see the dense flag of the Krutz Knights moving slowly forward behind the Shining Silver Woods. Though the rear army of the Dead did not bear any flag, it might still be in front of it if it were to follow closely.

“Here they come.” Mel replied in a somewhat dry manner that, although he was determined to face death from the moment he became a knight, it was only when he really waited that he realized that he might not be ready - not because of fear and cowardice, but because he was unwilling.

How could you die in a place like this?

Utah nodded quietly.

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