The Amber Sword

Time goes by like a ghost walking through a forest.

“Sister, what is this place? ”

Utah opened his eyes in horror and found that his hand was not a sword, but a soft, boneless hand. The owner of his hand was looking at her with his head crooked. A pair of green eyes were like a spring in the woods, dark hair shawls, white clothes, and bare feet stepped between the thick green mosses, like elves in the woods.

“Sister? ”

“Otis? ”

“This is…”

Ten years ago, nightmarish memories hit me again.

“No, Otis, don't stop. Run! ”

Utah suddenly felt empty in her hand and her sister dissipated like a reflection in the water, replacing it with a bright narrow light in the darkness - the sharp ray of a sword blade. The illusion in front of her led her to fight a cold battle, subconsciously raising the white lion in her hand with a sword, 'When ——', two swords joined, Mars splattered, and Utah couldn't resist a step backwards.

Cruz knights covered with armor across the street were also slightly flashed, and the metal underneath the armor sounded a bewildered voice: “White lion wears sword... the Eluynes? ”

I'm actually distracted.

Utah is sweating cold, she never thought she would make such a fatal mistake in the battle, even though the battle has already exhausted her body and mind, and the legend will see everything from the past again before she dies, is this a sign of dying?

She gasped heavily...

Seventy-eight swords stabbed at her. When she was in the best shape, she had to face one of them and do her best, especially now.

The forest bear burns in the darkness...

The knights dressed in white robes, with sun badges on their chests, were killed from the darkness, and the abominable slave traders were slaughtered beneath the sword that shined bright light in their hands, but there were also frightened slaves who fell under their horseshoes - the knights had no mercy, trampled past them from the mountaineers, the Senians, the sound of the flames burning through the wind, the collapse of buildings, the roar, the cry of the sounds.

She and her sister-in-law shivered beneath an old tent filled with the stench of poop, but she truly hoped to hide in this tiny space forever.

The shadows dancing in the darkness are retreating, and you can see the sword shadow and the blood splash across the tent.

A long sword finally found an opportunity to break her line of defense, a sword stab in her shoulder, blood gushing out of her eyes, the sharp pain made Yuta feel that the scene in front of her seemed to overlap with the scene decades ago. Seven or eight knights surrounded her, the sword flashed cold in her hand, her eyes alert, giving her no chance to belong at all.

Then she felt her belly struck with another sword, and her strength seemed to pass away. She knelt half to the ground, swaying, and the surrounding knights of Cruz, as if they were evil wolves in the woods.

The wolf, in Prague, that summer night in the Buck Forest.

The wolves whimpered, her bloody red eyes buried beneath the night, one hand to protect her sister Otis, all wounded, the pain seemed to paralyze her nerves, one eye was covered in blood, but she still stared at the beasts, more fierce than any of them.

A long flight, as if to die every moment, but to live miraculously every time, because you can't give up, for your sister.

“Your name is Ovidia, little girl. You're a mountain man, right? ”

“This is my grandson, his name is Brando. ”

“No, you have things that he would never have, things that people who live with are not able to understand...”

“You want to learn swords from me?” The old man laughed. “I'm afraid not, but I can recommend you to a place that might protect you, in my face. ”

But my sister is still dead.

Because I'm too incompetent.

Even after so many years, she was unable to protect herself.

Yuta couldn't help but shed tears in her eyes, which swept away blood, like a stream mixed with blood stains, flowing down her cheek. She hates those who bring all this injustice to the world, those nobles who do nothing and push evil behind their backs, all the indifference, all this obsolescence, but she is powerless, as if Otis' death were inevitable in the underworld, and she can neither change nor resist.

Even though she often bites and curses her teeth, she does not know in her heart whether she curses her weakness or those who cause it all.

A Cruz knight walked up to her and the metal armor made a squeaking noise with a long sword raised.

Become a knight.

Already a member of the nobility.

But why fight?

Lord and Her Royal Highness are changing everything. Is it really the world your sister wants?

In the face of the cold sword, Utah suddenly lost consciousness.

……

“The Eruins? ”

Sir Maverick was equally creepy when he heard the name: “Why are they here? Aren't they in Port Fatan? There's more than a hundred miles from here. Have their eyes been set up in this place? Did they know something? ”

He asked a series of questions continuously.

Obviously, the knights of the subpoena were unable to answer these questions, or even any of them, and they were equally surprised that they thought they were the armies of the aristocrats of the North, or the armies of the Leaf Collars, which went beyond their expectations.

Besides, why are these Eruins so strong? This outweighs their most optimistic estimate of a weak country in the past, and even their knights on the plateau cannot resist the White Legion, let alone the more elite White Knights.

There are less than ten of them.

Where exactly are the armies of the Eruins from and where are they sacred? Numerous questions have emerged from Maverick's heart.

“Have you seen their crest? Are they really Eruins? ”

“Yes, my lord, that's the White Lion Crest. ”

“Legion of White Lions?” Maverick shook his head unbelievably: "No, although intelligence says that there are indeed soldiers of the White Lion Corps among the Eruins who remain in Port Fatan, the White Lion Corps is indeed the strongest army of the Eruins, but it is still far from reaching this point, which must be because the Yankees are obsessed, or simply disguised as Bukas, unless...”

An idea suddenly came out of his mind irrepressibly.

“Unless what, my lord? ”

“Unless that's another army.” Maureen asked with some seriousness, "Are you sure it's the White Lion Crest, the White Lion Crest of the Eloins? ”

“I was about to say this, my lord, that badge is somewhat different from the white lion badge that we learned, with a broken sword on it. ”

“Broken sword? ”

Why is there a broken sword on the White Lion Crest? There's so much confusion in Maverick's heart - where the hell did these damn Eruins come from?

He suddenly felt something terrible.

Whatever the other party is sacred, there must be some attempt to keep themselves in this place. The thought of the Eruish rebellion against the fighting power of the cavalry suddenly had some gall chills in his heart. It was ridiculous that the most elite Cavalier of the White Legion of the Don Cruz Front Line Corps would actually feel gall chills in front of an Eruin army.

But just think of more, no, just as many Eruin troops as his knights would come, and he wouldn't dare say he had the confidence to win.

When did the Eruites get this far?

Or is the empire in decline?

Sir Mahlori suddenly felt somewhat weepless. As a knight, he was not afraid to die in battle, but he knew what secrets he had in his hands at the moment. The secrets could never fall into the hands of the opposing party, be it the Yankees who pretended to be ghosts or the real Eluyns.

He turned around and saw that the gloomy wizard looked the same, and each nodded his head.

“Prepare to raid, ignore the harassment of those scouts, crush them as long as anyone dares to stand in the way of the march, we must pass through this valley before nightfall! ”

He pulled out his sword viciously: "Cruz, see the enemy perish! ”

But this time, there was no blatant promised voice.

It was a little weird to be lonely.

Even Maureen herself quickly got stuck in the shell.

One sword at a time, slowly walking out of the forest, black trench coat, reflecting the silver moonlight, sword blade in hand, as if singing lightly in the night, slightly trembling, wrapping a glimmer of silver light.

There was wind in the forest, and the black wolf ran on the ridge.

……

The wolf walks.

For some reason, this phrase came to Sir Maverick's mind at this moment.

When were those ancient legends of witches seen as bedside stories by the world and no longer taken seriously? Yet one day legends will become reality.

Maureen did not think that this would be his last thought - when the brilliant silver light shined, it was so fast, he had seen the Knights swordsman, that was all, the silver thread where the sword erupted, it was the power of the elements, he himself had the power of the elements, but the elements in the body had only just begun to resonate with the law, and a pound of power had laid them into nothingness.

Absolute suppression of lower elements by upper elements under the same realm! Mallory's face changed dramatically without waiting for him to have time to regret it. At this time, a silver light had passed through his chest. A great knight of the hall's elements landed so strangely. Not that he did not want to avoid this deadly sword, but at that moment he clearly felt the space around him break apart. Each of his movements seemed to pass through a heavy time reflux, forever fixed at the moment before, locking him in the eternal and immutable position of the medium sword.

Time and space were like a huge shackle, firmly clamping down on his possibilities of evasion.

“This is…”

“Time and space…”

Endless darkness poured into his consciousness, as if he had fallen into a cold abyss. Maverick felt his body fall down from the dragon. His final vision reflected the figure of the man colliding between his own hands. The sword in his hand was like a line that divided everything, cutting the knights of the empire into pieces.

He knew who he was before he closed his eyes.

“Count Tony Gale. ”

The wizard dressed in a black robe said in the shadow, he was slightly chestnut, less than a moment, dozens of knights had been killed and wounded, only a small part of them were buried in the mouth of the black wolf, and most of them died in the hands of the young man in front of them, the element of the Golden Knight had no room for resistance, like killing a chicken.

This man is more terrifying than rumours.

The strength of the other side should have crossed the side of truth, but he was so young.

Brando's eyes fell on the battlefield, surrounding the knights of Utah and others in the forest, and the guards of Maverick, a total of seventy-one people, including six who died in Utah and others, and there should be no leaking fish, and this guy in front of him, should be the last to live.

And, of course, not necessarily alive, because some of the dead in the world can be present in the sun.

The black wolf herd is gathering on the edge of the forest, on the back of the tallest male wolf, sitting in a dark haired girl of cardamom age, watching with interest what is happening in front of her, the killing reflected in her black gemstone-like pupils, as if it were a sophisticated game.

Brando glanced in that direction, frowned, and then he turned back: "Dead Wizard? ”

The Black Robe Wizard nodded silently.

“I only have one question, how many dead armies are operating around here, are they not just going to Varache? ”

These are two questions, which the Black Robe Wizard defamed in his heart, but he would never dare say, and had to answer honestly: “A lot, some of the dead spirits arose from the cult's tomb cellar, and there are many of them in this area, some from Arkash, and only some of them went to Varache and the other stayed in Wayne. His Majesty is interested in the ancient battlefield in the Alkash Mountains, which is a natural land of the dead. ”

“Your Majesty? Which Majesty? ”

“Naturally ‘we', Your Majesty. ”

“Are you from Madara? ”

The Black Robe Wizard felt Brando's killings and took a step back with some fear: “Count, I know what you want, I can help you dive into Wayne, you can't kill me...”

Brando pointed to the distance and said, "See that woman? Her name is Coward. She's Essex's daughter. Even if I don't kill you, you can't leave here alive. Besides, the white lion doesn't fear death, but the blood doesn't bleed in vain--"

“No!” The fire of the soul under the black robe wizard's hood suddenly burned, and it raised its sceptre and was about to start a spell that belonged to the end, but before that, a sword had pierced its chest and passed between the white and gray flames that jumped between its ribs.

The black robe wizard's dry body seemed to lose weight suddenly to become paralyzed, and the fire of his soul under his hood suddenly flashed twice, as if he could not believe that the young man in front of him was not interested in manipulating the secret of the dead spirit.

……

(PS: Happy New Year--)