The Amber Sword

The port of Fatan, for its part, does not seem to have any intention of laying defences on the surface of the sea. At this moment, the entire Gulf of Fatan and the coast of the coast are filled with solid ice, and the dead can fully deploy their armies on this frozen sea, which humanity cannot stop at all.

Because there's not enough manpower...

Almost all the noble officers on the walls have changed their faces, and once the dead have deployed tens of thousands of troops on the sea, what do they use to resist? With less than 2,000 harbour guards in the port of Fatan, plus a smaller White Lion Guard of the Eruins?

Fortunately, they haven't been scared yet, because the Crown Prince is still in town, and the nobles turn to Delphine and say, "Miss Delphine, take back the troops outside the city, we'll have to fight them in the alley! ”

Battle in the alley? Delphine shook her head slowly, in the pitch of darkness, her firm eyes seemed to cross the battlefield, the cold rain struck half of her unharmed face, her glorious face hidden in pale, the Chancellor chiseled iron and replied: “Not yet, Miss Owney, take the others down the wall first, Baron Ludwig, and you can go down first. ”

Enid stood in the rain: "Miss Delphine, aren't you coming with us? ”

“No,” Delphine replied, "I said, not yet, Count Olkons, you stay too, I heard you've been through jihad, and I don't think this is going to be much for you right now. ”

In contrast to Count Olkons, who seemed to provoke an infinite amount of pride in his heart, recalling decades of his john's years, it was nothing at the moment. “Okay, I'll stay,” he answered, then turned around and said to Baron Ludwig, "Mr. Baron, go down first, and the next thing you know, it's not that safe on the walls. ”

“What?” Baron Ludwig was very dissatisfied: “Do I look like a lifetime of greed and fear? ”

“Lord Baron, you don't have to be stubborn. ”

Seeing Count Olkons' attitude was not hypocritical. The elderly Port of France owner seemed to have a slight relaxation. After all, he was no younger than the young man. After all, when it rained here, he felt a little unsupported, and nodded, as the others went down the wall.

A young cleric staggered past the people walking down the walls and rushed to Count Alcons: “Both of you, rituals and instruments are ready, but the eclipse will affect the power of the golden flame, greatly diminishing the power of the sacred art. Bishop Yorford asked if you want to postpone the ritual spell? ”

Yorf has been promoted to the rank of parish bishop of East Metz by fire, and as for the original bishop, he is based in Fordham, which is now under the control of the Silver Queen.

“What did Ms. Sidney say?” Delphine has asked.

“Ms. Sidney said she believed in Count Tonigle. ”

“And my answer is -- so am I. ”

Delphine replied that she looked up in the rain and looked silently over the cliff.

The rain and snow drifted, and the bare rocks quickly filled with ice and snow. A light door was slowly opening in the void, from which a figure wearing a holy robe and a walking stick was stepping out. One by one, the priests came to the edge of the cliff, and the ice wind stirred the hem of their robe, and they slowly raised their sceptres in their hands, as if a glimmer of gold had broken out of the clouds, pierced the darkness, descended from the sky, and corresponded to it, reflected on the sceptre, and countless sceptres of sceptres glistened in the darkness, united.

And in the middle of this golden light, Sidney was looking down over the battlefield, and the fierce battle under the cliff reflected into her white golden eyes, and she soared, slowly reaching down to the void.

Once again, the attack of the dead was prevented, the Eruins were not defenceless on the ice, and the Skull Army encountered the statue puppet given to Brando by the Bukas, which, although small in number, raised a strong vigilance in Sork's heart on the city wall: why are the Bukas still not in their fleet? He looked up in the direction of the port, the direction of the airport in the port of Fatan was dark, and the eclipse facilitated the movement of the army of the dead, but things were often difficult to perfect.

At this moment, a scoundrel finally arrived at the cliff fortress from the rear, and this young man brought Sork the decision of the rear White Legion army:

“Cavalry Sork, a minute later, the White Legion will attack on time, with or without the presence of the Buga fleet. ”

“Why? Don't you have to wait? But my target is the Buga fleet!” Sork was more and more surprised.

“Lord Jazz thinks we've wasted too much time, and the Bukas may have seen it through, and we have to force them to show up.” The young man preached.

Sork nodded somewhat helplessly, so that the sneak attack would not be achieved, but the current battle in Port Fatan did alert him, and he agreed with Sir Erich, commander of the White Legion Lizard Corps. The previous resolute response of the Human Magic Corps in Port Fatan, which directly led to the loss of the ability of the Undead Army to support remote magic, promptly aroused his earlier suspicions, which could very well indicate that the other side was prepared.

But if that's the case, why did they abandon the cliff fortress?

A faint anxiety haunted his mind, but at this moment, the army of the dead had unfolded entirely on the ice, intertwined with the stone puppets on the port of Fatan. Between the cliff fortress and the walls of the outer city of Fatan, both sides were indissolubly killed on the front battlefield, and it was no longer possible to retreat.

At this point, all that can be done is to continue the offensive.

Until we split the wins and losses.

And it was at this time that suddenly a thunderous roaring sound sounded and burst, as if a giant beast beneath the earth was coming out of the ground, sounding the entire battlefield, instantly into the ears of everyone on both sides of the war.

“What's that noise! ”

“Oh my God, look at the sea! ”

Sork was standing on the wall of the southern section of the cliff fortress at this moment, and suddenly he opened his eyes and looked as if he had seen a ghost in the direction of the bay at the port of Fatan.

……

Inside the hall of Holy Sumu, a dark vault hanging like an angel, silently watched everyone below, silencing the hall. After singing a hymn, the choir went to the back to rest. Many citizens prayed silently on the chair, while the sound of the harbour slaughter continued to reach here, some vain, as if it had happened in another world.

The face on the entrance to the Temple of Fuchsia measured not far away the sullen Haruze: “Hey, little fella, don't you look too happy? ”

The little prince looked up at it inexorably —— it was called Yolford, the host of this temple —— and he said to himself, “I want to fight, too, but they always look down on me, Yolford. Am I useless? ”

“No, I think no, that's because you're the Crown Prince, you know, identity is always especially important to humans, even at the door, and there's a high and low level of inferiority, like me, I'm the door to the temple, much more precious than those cold and dilapidated civilian doors, and I don't think those monks would let me be so easily destroyed. ”

“But that's not true. Prince Leonarette has had the experience of a pioneer, and the teacher has often taught me that as King of the future, I need to protect my people from harm, but everyone is fighting for the future of Eluin, but I can only stay here. I don't understand why!” Haruze spoke out loud.

“Well, let me think," Yalford reveals his thoughts: “Maybe this is it, maybe you want to hear my story. ”

Hearing the story, the little prince became slightly interested and looked curiously at the face of the Temple Gate.

“You know, when I was little...”

“Wait, how did the door get so small?” Haruze doubted.

“Don't interrupt, because at that time I was not a door, a teak wood, to be exact, a tree seedling, and at that time I had not been entrusted with a heavy responsibility...” Yorf was not really angry because he was interrupted, in fact, quite the contrary, Haruzer's seriousness made it very useful. It talked, spending more than a dozen minutes talking about the experience of a teak tree growing up to cutting and finally being made into the gates of the Temple of Fuchsia, a long experience filled with meaningless crap and assumptions, but Haruze listened very attentively.

And finally, it concludes, "Anyway, what I'm going to say is that gold shines everywhere, just like I did when I was still in the mountains mixed up with those busy, helpless guys, and that's why I got what I got today, you know, little guy? ”

“Yolford, thank you, I see what you mean!” Haruze did not question the fact that the latter's so-called achievement was actually the gateway to the Temple, and said with great excitement: “You mean, when I grow up, I'll be a real man! ”

“Uh...” Yourford stunned: “Well, it's not that you can't understand it that way, anyway, just to help you, little guy. ”

“Thank you so much!” Haruze was thrilled: "Yolford, you did me a great favor! ”

“Well... wait, what do you want? ”

Haruze turns back and his beautiful silver-grey eyes sparkle:

“I want to grow up right now! ”

A minute later...

A sneaky figure snuck out from the back door of the temple, this is undoubtedly a beautiful half elf girl, long neck, eyebrows, she wore an old brothers robe, a silver hair scattered behind her head, with a long ponytail tied at her fingertips, under the ends of her hair, revealing her pointy ears, is a face red fluttering, there is some tension between the gods, the temperament is weak, as if the wind would fall. As soon as the girl ran out of the church, she was caught by soldiers of the White Lion Guard outside. Young people from Tonigal almost jumped at the sight of the girl:

“Princess… Your Highness!? ”

“No... I'm not!” Haruze stood still and realized what was happening. His face was slightly red and he hurriedly waved his hand: “I am not a princess! ”

He never dreamed that the accelerated growth spell, classified as Transformational Magic, not only made him grow faster, but also made his hair grow longer, and his original clothes were broken. He finally found this robe, but the only flaw was that it was the current situation.

“No, Your Highness?” The soldiers looked at Haruze with scepticism, and in their view the distinction before them was His Royal Highness the Eluin's eldest princess, Griffin.

“No, I, I mean..." Haruze saw the soldiers become a little suspicious and felt a little bad in the dark. He hurried to change his voice: “I... am, by the way, the sister of Her Highness the Princess, my name is... yes, Fuchsia! Me, me, this time it's a secret mission! ”

Princess Fuchsia? Her Royal Highness Princess Griffin has a sister? The young people of the White Lion Guard, most of whom before joining Brando's reign, were merely young people from Tonigal, Mintai, or, at best, descendants of small nobles. Although they knew Princess Griffin and Prince Haruze, they really didn't know much about those members of the royal family. Besides, it's hard to believe that Haruze and his sister are really like this at the moment.

After a moment of weighing and weighing, the soldiers confirmed the authenticity of the ‘princess' in front of them, without saying that the character of the other member of the royal family was impossible to disguise.

“Blessings… Her Highness Princess Fosha,” they asked in haste and respectfulness: "What can I do for you? ”

“Command, command," Haruze relieved, "Take me to the front line! ”

“To the front?” Soldiers face to face: "Your Highness, do we ask the Lord for his opinion? ”

“No, don't bother the teacher," Haruze shook his head. "This... this...”

The soldiers of the White Lion Guard were staring at the sweaty, panicked little princess, but suddenly a burst of noise spread throughout the port of Fatan.

Everyone, including Haruze, was attracted to attention at the first moment, and they turned their heads and looked uncertainly in the direction of the loud noise, which was like a rolling thunder, constantly running, accompanied by a crackling and rubbing crack, as if it were a giant beast that had burst out of the earth, instantly marching with the entire earth.

“What's going on, what's that sound?” Some people in the crowd asked in surprise.

“Looks like it's coming from the harbor! ”

“Ah -" Haruze suddenly shouted, looking somewhat shocked at the eastern side of the port of Fatan - the direction of the lofty inner sea.

The dazzling rays of light are rising from the darkness.

……

Sork stared at what was happening in front of him. The eternal darkness was fading. A bright red day was leaping from the sea level. Storms at sea seemed to subside between hectares. The sun was like a Dawley sword piercing through the clouds. Lightning and illusion smoke under the clouds were dissipating. The darkness was fading from the entire earth. On the offshore, thick ice is melting, cracking, and a frightening crack appears on the ice, as if the immortal cold ice is breaking from the ground up and down, and the army of the dead on top, almost instantly, faces the scourge of extinction.

Everyone witnessed the scene with their own eyes, tens of thousands of dead spirits devoured by broken ice, sea water and crushed ice swept ups and downs, and then nothing remained.

How did that happen? Sork was confused. Didn't the plan say that the everlasting night would last for three days? He envisioned all the circumstances in his mind, including the failure of a sneak attack or the massive invasion by the Bukas, but there was no such thing at the moment. He wondered why the Maddalas had to pit themselves and dragged the White Legion into the water.

Suddenly, a strong warning sign appeared in his heart and he raised his head subconsciously. Through the dawn of his birth, he discovered with horror that the direction of the port of Fatan was empty and that there was no fleet shadow in the sky.

To fall for it, Sork's heart was freezing cold.

“Retreat!” There is only one thought in his mind at this moment, and he can't help but yell at all the dead spirits in the cliff fortress: “Retreat! ”

But unfortunately, it's still a little late.

On the cliff, Sidney's white golden eyes reflected the light of the sun, like the flames of a bear--

“Great Coming Art, King's Sanctuary--”

……