The Amber Sword

A cold breeze struck the house, and Count Brill saw the candlelight suddenly darkening.

“What's the matter?” He turned back to his old friend, sitting beside him - with his skeletal staff in his hand - and the whole man was in a state of disquieting shadow, Ambnar.

“Hmm?” the Duke opened his eyes slowly, a dark red gleam in his blue-grey eyes, he lowered his head and looked silently at the skeletal scepter in the fog of his hand, then opened his hand gently, the scepter suspended in the air as if it were lifted by an invisible force. Count Brill on one side looked at such a scene with a deep frown, he did not like this thing, no one in the history of this dark treasure had anything to do with it; he also did not like the spirit of Madara, this operation would cause considerable trouble to his territory, although the Silver Queen would pay the corresponding compensation afterwards, he was more worried about his old friend, he felt that his old friend had become much shady these days.

But the Count understood that his old friend was a soldier, and he was only Lord of Oweshine, and there were things he couldn't do.

The Duke of Ambnar suddenly stood up from his chair and turned to the stone hole window, where he left the wand, haunted by black air, floating up and down - halfway out the stone hole window was the port of Oweshine, completely frozen at this moment, and his eyes crossed the city wall, sinking in darkness on the winding silver valley coast.

“What's going on, old man?” The Count felt that the temperature in the house had plummeted several degrees, and he could not help but ask, seeing that even the fire in the fireplace had darkened and that the flame of burning had turned into a tiny flame.

“There was a slight problem,” Duke Ambnar replied in a gloomy manner, "and I felt a cane suddenly not sensing. ”

Outside Oweshine -

The Undead Army is at rest.

At Brando's command, Chloe broke the sceptre in her hand and a black light was emitted from the damaged sceptre, not directly into Brando's chest. Brando knew there were a lot of messy things in his body, and the black light seemed to be irrelevant to the dark jewels described by White, so he didn't show any fuss, but just checked his condition slightly, and he didn't find anything unusual.

In addition to the blood of the Dark God or the power of the Dark Jewels, there should be the soul of the Holy Sword Odyphus, according to Sidney, the power of the Flame Jewels, although there are no signs of conflict between the two forces present in the body at the same time. In fact, apart from its effect on the pool of elements, the blood of the Dark God in these two forces, Brando could not feel its existence at all, as did the soul of Odyphus, who did not sense its existence until he had previously mobilized the latter into the fragments of the blade of flame, which he could not detect at all on a weekday, even with its effect on his pool of fire elements.

As to why one can influence the pool of elements and the other cannot, Brando's implicit feeling arises from the fact that one has self-consciousness and the other has no self-consciousness - Odyphus is the sword soul of the blade of flame, and in Amber Sword the so-called sword soul is in fact the camp tendency of the sword to be influenced by its master and experience. Although it is not comparable to true wisdom, it at least possesses the ability to judge, while the dark jewel is permanently divided into two states, the part controlled by the dark to treasure is obviously a smaller part, and the blood of the dark god that was injected into his body in the beginning (another statement of the power of the dark jewel) is more sparse, without the possibility of self-judgment and consciousness.

The forces of dark and flaming jewels are obviously extremely unique, unlike any of Brando's known forces. In Warnde, most of the forces and energies are displayed outside, and it effectively increases your energy level - that is, the energy level (OZ), the external or inner power that changes you - the three pillars of the body, the power, the ingenuity, the body or the soul, the perception, the will and the blood, the elemental jewels, although they have historically shown powerful powers similar to miracles - such as the terrible killing power of the blade and the frost connoisseur, you cannot feel their energy level.

They are like a magical object without any energy, which in itself sounds like a paradox, because in the world of Warnde the so-called magical object is defined as‘ an object containing some power, or energy ’.

Not only are the elemental jewels themselves, but even the ‘power’ they contain seems to be of this nature.

After the sceptre was damaged, Utah and others standing in the back immediately discovered the changes that had taken place in the surrounding skeleton soldiers -

Thousands of dead spirits layered on the snow-covered Silver Valley coast, a ripple of unrest spread around them, and the army of dead spirits melted as if it were ice and snow; at the same moment, Brando's heart in the direction of Owesyn moved slightly, as if he felt something, slightly blinking his eyes.

He made a gesture to Taru beside him, and the young wizard immediately performed the spell, and a watery ripple swung through the surrounding space, blocking the breath of the living.

A little further away, some dead spirits smell the breath of the living in the wind, their gait stops, the army of dead spirits is collapsing, three, two or two scattered around, as if they were lonely wildlings wandering in the wilderness.

“My lord, I do not understand why it would not be better to destroy the sceptre and order these dead spirits to attack the port? They can't be hit, but at least they can be used as cannon dust, can they? ”

Taru looked at the scene inexplicably.

Brando smiled and shook his head.

Thousands of bone skeletons that had not been fortified by the Undead Mystery were useless, and he did not need such a weak attack, he snuck in just to confirm one thing, and now he has the answer.

The port of Oweshin is not a military fortress like the port of Fatan. As an important commercial port in the northern lofty inner sea, after hundreds of years of development, the port has long since grown. Due to the expansion of the city circle, the merchants in the port have long dismantled the outer walls - in the imperial hinterland, the most orderly area, and the garrison area of the White Legion. Oweshin does not need these defenses. Facilities - For tax reasons, the city's ruler, the Brille family, chose to acquiesce to this behavior. As the city expanded, Ouwesin gradually crossed its original boundaries - the Green Pinestone River, forming two urban districts east of the river, the Old Town District, Ouwesin's earliest gates on the eastern shore of the Green Pinestone River, while the West District is the new town, situated neatly in a single factory and handicraft Workshop, two more markets.

It is worth mentioning that Oweshin's newly-built Fortress Konvi, also located in the North Side, stands on the north bank of the Turquoise River, as if it were a silent, pitch-black ghost amidst numerous lights on the North Side.

And at this moment, Brando is feeling a strong call from this fortress, undoubtedly the dark treasure in the white mouth is in this fortress, it does have some control over all the counterfeits made by its power, so the Duke of Ambnar who holds it is sure not to be too far away.

Easily he suppressed the impulse of battle in his heart, and for him to master nearly two-thirds more of the power of dark jewellery, the so-called 'Dark Treasure' in the hands of the Duke of Ambnar was simply not worth mentioning.

The other party should have discovered his presence.

But it's too late.

Brando took a gemstone-like thing out of his arms, a ‘gemstone' that was all dark and moon-toothed, like some kind of tall stone, or obsidian, and he just looked at it and threw it forward. The gems draw a flat arc and fall onto the beach, except at this moment there is no sand on the beach on the Silver Valley coast, only a thick layer of snow accumulates, the gems fall into the snow accumulation and fall deep into it.

Above the head--

The sky is pitch-black and the twelve rounds of the moon are bleak.

In just a few hours, the outer sea of the sublime inner sea seems to have completely changed its appearance, the lightning thunder on the surface of the sea, interwoven electric light shows a lukewarm scene, the whole surface of the sea is like boiling, hectares rolling up hundreds of feet of giant waves like mountains, tumbling down, this fluttering, like moving mountains, or killing each other the masses of the conquest.

Far from the sky, the glacier froze the coast, the ice fields stretched deep into the sea, huge icebergs hovered over the fierce sea surface, crumbling, sealing, spinning and fading into the dark. The whole sky and the earth were covered by a lazy rain curtain, and the line of rain dripping from the sky blurred the boundary between the sea surface and the sky, blurring the whole world together to form a world of water that was impervious to air.

Yet a silver fleet travels through the rain.

Above the Wave, Duty Wizard Tyrman looked somewhat disturbingly at what was happening on the surface of the sea. Mortals often thought that wizards could do anything and nothing surprised or frightened them, but that was often not the case. Tyrman was 21 years old this year, before becoming a wizard, he was actually just the son of a Tonigal peasant. He had the privilege of knowing a few words with a stray wizard. Therefore, he was seen by the first students of Charles as the third student of the Tower of Wizards. He was very intelligent, learned quickly, became an apprentice of wizards a month ago, and was later chosen by the Buccans (who were truly short and tall) to become one of the official wizards on the newly built cruise ship, The Wave.

Though nominally attached to the title of official wizard, Telman is in fact a half-hung wizard apprentice, and he has not learned much more than those who are truly Orthodox - it usually takes five years for tall tower wizards to train an apprentice, and while Buga wizards have short apprenticeships, it usually takes them at least a decade or more before they are formally exposed to magic - that is, from birth onwards, to get to the basics of magic - so that while Telman initially understood the magical world, he is still far from getting to the real side of it.

What is the world?

Unsolved difficulties for many knowledgeable wizards, not to mention for Tyrman, a trainee wizard who is not yet separated from his peasant son status.

He looked at the scene with some fear, as if to see the end of the world, and in fact this was not the moment of his own thoughts, in the whole ship, even in the entire fleet, in his like-minded people, and what was happening in front of them was beyond what they perceived as an imperial civil war, or even a jihad, and at this moment many people hid a different speculation in their hearts.

Perhaps the four temples are in real trouble this time.

They did not know that the speculation was precise and had far more consequences than they had imagined, but the militarization management and training temporarily requested by the Bukas before the formation of the fleet had finally worked, so that Tyrman had not emerged from the escape mentality, and he remembered at least what responsibility he currently had, and what responsibility he assumed as a pioneer of the fleet.

Suddenly, Tailman saw the crystal ball in front of him lit up and flashed slightly. When he saw the text that appeared on the crystal ball, he was surprised that his ass jumped out of the chair and even stepped on one of the boots on his feet, but he didn't even think about picking up the boot. Instead, he immediately rushed out of the room naked with one foot.

Behind this young wizard, a small line of numbers on the crystal ball is sparkling.

X—3321; Y—4211; Z—0311

……

Brush, brush, brush, the dark snow echoes a low, neat footsteps, this murmuring sound has been ringing for a long time before finally stopping. Outside the city of Port Fatan is a difficult cliff trail, with an inward valley at the end of the trail, and in sunny weather, looking towards the valley from the walls of the fortress outside the harbour, often a few miles away, but at this moment there is nothing but darkness.

But if you look closely, you can see a sparkling spot in the darkness.

In Eruin, the veterans of Butch and Karasou jumped in surprise at a glance, recognizing that it was the light of the fire of the soul when the army marched, but at this moment the strength stationed in the fortress was nothing more than the harbour guard commanded by Baron Ludwig, who did not speak of the dead, even the bandits.

Death seemed to approach silently.

Sork watched the progress of the Undead Army coldly in the snow, and with a bleak reflection, he could see that the Undead were approaching the walls of the fortress on that cliff trail, that the Corpse Witch had arranged the skull archers of the first two platoons, and that the Port of Fatan side was still unresponsive, presumably believing that they could not have been attacked in such harsh weather.

Besides, this eclipse is a ‘coincidence’ for them.

Thinking of the eclipse, Sork's heart suddenly rises a little haze. If even the eclipse can be manufactured man-made, I'm afraid the days ahead may not be as stable as imagined. Besides, the weather is really not as simple as an eclipse at this time. When I think of the signs that have recently taken place in the Empire, it seems that there are no good signs of that.

Unrest has befallen...

He raised such an idea in his heart for no reason.

……