The Amber Sword

Whenever the shadow of a giant dragon passes through the hills and the earth, many descendants of the giant dragon blood flow on the earth, and astrologers claim that the next generation born under the shadow of a giant dragon will have magical power, and this is where the dragon shadow year came from ——

A thousand years later, the blue sea still washes the coast of White City just as it did a thousand years ago, with bubbles of sea water floating on the sapphire-like surface, leaving undulating wet marks on the long embankment of Antisque; the highest wave has been flooded to the lower edge of the Leviathan embossed beast engraved in the sea above the embankment, where there is an iron ring to mark the highest level of water in White City history. The ring is now rusty and full of wind cream.

Built in the era of ploughing the sword of Tyrence, the Lord of White City, it is connected to a stone bridge that stretches far inside the Bay of Blue, where hundreds of ships of all shapes are docked, and where the sailboat of the Elf Ting stands alone - a long row of longsails, curved with the same military knife - this fleet floats across the sea from Ellanta, with five batches in front and back.

On that day, the citizens of White City saw heavily armed elf armies disembarking from these ships and heading east, one after the other, never appearing again.

After more than a half month of shaking, Rand once again stood by the embankment and looked at the yellow top of the sail - the elves never came back, leaving empty fleets drifting in the bay like ghosts - for which no one was unattended, but all those who dared to reach were severely warned by the Holy See.

The smell of sea water soaks up your cheeks and is damp.

His heart was full of doubt. Why and where did Ellenta's elves come from?

Fleets roaming above the sea, whispering as if silently, haunting the bay like ghosts, are chilling.

Rand suddenly felt the wind rising above the sea and a little cool on his forehead.

He pressed his forehead, his heart slightly stunned. How could the wind blow from the sea this time of year?

But the sea breeze immediately became manic and the sea was dark, with a wave of white lines. The wind swept across the bay, pulled the flag on the top of the sailing boat and hunted, the trees on the long embankment rallied, his head lowered, Rand felt his hair flicker, hurriedly pressed his hat, the wind immediately lifted his corner away, and he saw the sailing boat in the distant harbor starting to shake next to one.

What's going on here?

Several workers were shouting in the direction of the port, and the sound came from far and wide, seemingly complaining about the ghost weather and saying there was a storm at sea. Years as a sailor's instinct told him that this was by no means a prelude to a storm, not to mention the fact that the rainy season had passed and where was the storm coming from above the still sea near autumn?

He raised his head, squeezed his eyes, and suddenly saw several black dots on the skyline, which was bright and dark.

The elegant creatures of the wings, they are enormous and beautiful, as if every muscle on the gigantic body had rhythms, the perfection of life and the utmost perfection on them; as they spread their wings, as if they covered the sun, the wind passed under their mighty wing film, swept up the waves on the surface of the sea, through the clouds.

Once again, the great shadow swept across the earth, just as it did in the past, when everything was dominated.

On that day, the dragons flew over White City again.

……

The water beads converge on the intersecting gray and white boulders, with a line of fluorescence at the edges, reflecting the reverberation of the temple's interior; the ding-dong, which drips down from the dome and falls into the pitch-black pool of sacred stones, and the sinking surface ripples in circles.

“My lord, the victory and defeat are already known. ”

Acebantu XI was in the dark, and his voice said somewhat lower.

A few candles in the distance emitted a dark light that outlined his milky white satin robe, which draped all the way over the floor slab, with the bottom stained with a dark blue colour.

Ellanta's tall, towering figure stood for a long time, her emerald-like eyes glowing heavily in the darkness, her eyes crossing beyond the terrace on the side of the Great Rock Cathedral - where the mountains and hills, the twilight of the evening forests, the last line of golden light being swallowed by the heavy clouds, falling from the stars above the red and purple sky, with a unique and sad colour of the moment.

Surely the light will not be beneath the horizon, and it will be a long night.

Half a mile later, she said slowly, "What do you see, Your Excellency? ”

“Here's the message from my students: The Silver Queen has joined forces with Madara's dead spirit, and at dawn on the 17th, an army of dead spirits departed from the Aljan area, and on the 21st, someone witnessed their march near Oweshin, and if I'm not mistaken, Madara's dead spirits have now arrived on the battlefield -”

“In the Evergreen Corridor, Golden Toquinin and Jorgendigan's cloaked armies are traveling day and night north, and once they cross the Arobian Gate, the East Metzkruz will have a strength of more than 500,000. ”

Acebantu XI pulled a piece of parchment paper from under his long robe sleeve, took a closer look at it and handed it over.

But Ellanta didn't pick it up.

“Have you heard of the Battle of Urcatos, Your Eminence Acebantu?” She turned around and looked at the latter and asked.

Ding--

Another drop of water beads fell into the pool.

Acebantu XI raised his head indissolubly, and the light of the candles deepened the wrinkles on his face, as if the knife had been engraved with an axe:

“Is there a variable, My Lord Wise? ”

“But... even if the Crown Prince can handle the White Legion... they will not be able to sustain themselves in the face of the army of Jorgendigan... unless...” he replied with some hesitation: "Unless you, Lord Wise One, intervene. ”

“I will not intervene, Your Excellency, as I have already said. ”

“In that case… I'm afraid they are difficult…" Acebantu XI frowned deeply and shook his head repeatedly: "My lord the wise… not everyone is the king of flames, a miracle like the Battle of Ercatus… it is precisely because it is impossible to complete that it is called a miracle. ”

“But miracles, they're hard to reproduce--”

Ellanta did not contest him.

The last line of golden light has sunk beneath the horizon, with a deep twilight and infinite loneliness. The wind rose at night and the clouds moved slowly south along the ridge line, and the moonlight quickly poured down, giving the golden calender mountains a silver-white color.

“I felt a palpitation, the blade of flame, that Orphis had been reborn in this world, choosing the man it promised ——”

Acebantu XI was frightened, and he raised his head: "My lord the wise, this…? ”

“Heroes are born in every age," Ellanta replied softly, "and the time is called the age precisely because it will change, and if it simply repeats the past, it will not receive an answer. ”

“The Bughans are paying their debts, and they should not have intervened in the holy war. Sixty years ago, someone carried everything for them, and now they must repay the favour.” She turns back and rarely shows a smile on her steadfast face: “Here comes the wind, Lord Acebantu, do you feel it? ”

Outside the Cathedral of Giant Rocks, the wind is gradually getting louder, trees are making a raging noise, countless leaves are rolled up, flying up into the sky, forming a flood stream and dancing through the sky.

Some blades were even rolled onto the terrace and spilled all over the sanctuary, and several monks rushed to close the door.

But it was at this time that the door behind the shrine was blown open.

“Dragon -”

“Teacher, Master Sage, it's the Dragon Cluster! ”

……

“Duroma, Anlek, Karasou, many reports have found traces of dragons. ”

“The dragons are moving abnormally, is something wrong? ”

“One more thing, Your Highness, we need an explanation...”

Princess Griffin finally raised her head from the case on the pile of documents, slightly wrinkled her eyebrows, her gentle and resolute silver eyes with the color of unrecognizable anxiety, and looked at the nobleman standing in front of her - the Noning family - behind Grand Duke Goran-Elson, perhaps others?

She said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said. Can you repeat that? ”

The princess's voice is not high.

But it silenced the Purple Su Hall in Fort Onevideo for a moment, and the aristocracy, big and small, seemed to realize something, tacitly stopped talking, warped head in this direction, some people looked uncertain, some people looked at the scene of the scene, the different faces of the forest species intertwined with each other, light land, as if a strange picture roll.

The nobleman, not concerned at all with the identity of Griffin, stepped out of the crowd with a high toe and took a letter out of his arms with pride and placed it in front of Griffin.

“Her Royal Highness,” he replied with a finger letter: "This is a recent front-line report from Butch, Fort Kimberley and the Karason Plateau, which shows that the dead spirits of the Empire and Madara have accumulated large armies on the border and are stupidly moving. ”

Princess Griffin looked directly into each other's eyes, and through the light of the other's corners, she saw many people, including Grand Duke Goran-Elson's envoy, Northern nobility, her grandfather, Grand Duke Vieiro, and even members of the Royal Party, and she saw Makaro and others in the crowd. Those people avoided her eyes first, but quickly and frankly approached--

She held her fist in secret.

“There is also a paper report here, Your Highness,” the nobleman continued without panic: "It says that the Cruz have united with Madara and Madara has sent tens of thousands of dead spirits to fight in the East Mets area, while the legions of Jogentigan and Golden Toquinin, loyal to the Silver Queen, have also passed through the Arobian Gate, and the Crowd Prince's defeat is imminent...”

“I know this paper report," Princess Griffin's face dimmed: “What kind of explanation would you like to hear? ”

“Her Royal Highness,” Grand Duke Goran-Elson's envoy said suddenly: "Eruin is a small country, he cannot survive under the clash of Madara and the Empire, and a small country should have a way of surviving. Should you give us an account of the failure of your bold and aggressive plan to move forward in spite of everyone's persuasion that your Count, who has supported you in the recent past, has wavered in the Empire? ”

Princess Griffin has been silent, and since the beginning of the war in Port Fatan, both warring parties have used magic to block all magical arraignments in the area, and no word has been heard from the battlefield for nearly half a month.

She turned her attention to Antina, who had not spoken but nodded slightly at her.

For some reason, my heart is slightly warm.

Setting God, she glanced coldly at all those present and said: "Lord Count is just and reasonable in his actions, for Eruin must guard his people, and never bow his head to any bandit power - whether it be an empire or a dead spirit! Count Tonigle once defeated the Empire, and I'm sure this time he will stop the Empire as well, and I'm going to tell you the truth ——”

“That's what Lord Martha taught us, justice — must — win. ”

The hall is quiet and the needle smells good.

This is almost a feud, and the atmosphere in the air is so tense that it can almost be seen.

The envoy laughed.

“Your Highness, you cannot win the war with your mouth. The Empire is united with Madala, and there are tens of thousands of dead men in the Arjan region, together with the mighty White Legion. Please tell me how the Empire failed. Ten thousand steps back, even if, fortunately, our Count Tonigal won the battle under the patronage of Lord Martha, what is he going to do with the Lions of Tokenin and the army of Jorgendigan? ”

Speaking of which, he couldn't help laughing very lightly: “Of course, maybe our Count will want to kill his enemies, and bragging will wipe out hundreds of thousands of troops? After all, Lord Martha said that justice cannot fail--”

There was a laugh in the crowd.

The Duke of Vieiro sighed and shook his head: “Griffin, stubbornness is not the quality of a good superior. Although you are not king of Eruin, you represent the face of the royal family, and what you said earlier is too childish. ”

Princess Griffin's frosty face turned her eyes to Makaro.

Makaro frowned: "… Your Highness, don't go too far alone. ”

Princess Griffin's face showed disgraceful disappointment and said, “So you've been waiting for this moment. ”

“Your Highness, you should say that we have given you and your countess ample opportunity, but you have shown us too much disappointment. ”

“What a disappointment--”

With a click, the front door of Fort Onevideo's Zissou Hall was pushed open with a voice, and it was Bournet, the leader of the Knights of the Highlands, who followed seven or eight young Knights of the Highlands behind him. Bounid looked around with a smile: “Most disappointing is that Eruin was not saved by the once glorious King's Party, but by an unnamed descendant, some of whom were jealous and freaked out behind their backs, fearing that they would soon be swallowed up by jealousy. ”

Almost all the royal parties present in the lobby, including Makaro, changed their faces. Only Ouvershan could look the same, but frowned slightly. After all, the irony of being so named would be intolerable to anyone.

“Boonid, are you crazy!” Immediately there were young members of the Royal Party who could not bear to go forward, but were immediately pulled back by others.

Are you kidding me? This is the king of highland knights with the name of ‘Sabbather' in front of him. Eruin is one of the most powerful of the few elements of chemistry, and the average man doesn't go up and humiliate himself?

Not even looking at these jumping clowns, Bunid came straight to Princess Griffin, kneeling down on one knee for a grand knight's salute, and said, "Your Highness, I've brought you good news. ”

Princess Griffin flashed slightly.

The Knight Commander has taken out a roll of papers from his arms and handed them to him: "Her Royal Highness, Mehotofen Daejet, in the middle of last month, Count Toniguer defeated the White Regiment in the Battle of Port Fatan, all of Madara's Undead Army, followed by ambushes against the Golden Toquinin and Jorgendioka coalitions. As of the 7th of this month, the entire territory of East Metz had been cleared for revenge and brought under the control of the Emperor Prince. ”

dead silence in the lobby.

“It's impossible!” Grand Duke Goran-Elson's envoy shouted: “This is a lie to the military! ”

“Lord Bunid, what the hell is going on? ”

Princess Griffin frowned and even she couldn't believe it, World War III Link. Was the Empire, Madara, Toquinin and Jorgendigan's army made of wood? Although she had no doubt that Brando was capable of doing miracles, it would be remarkable to sustain the situation with only a few people in Port Fatan.

Bounied smiled slightly and turned to explain to everyone: "After defeating the White Legion, Count Tonyger persuaded the White Legion leader, Duke Ambnar, to surrender his weapon, and by virtue of this information he blocked the news. At this time, the coalition forces of Golden Toquenin and Jorgendigan had no idea. They had crossed the Changqing corridor as planned. As a result, they were stuck in the ambush circle of the Count. Count Tonigal had almost wiped out the Lions and Jorgendigan's armies in World War I by virtue of their topographical advantage in the Arabigan Canyon. ”

“Where's the dragon queen? How could he deal with a three-headed dragon?” The envoy screamed.

But Bunid didn't even look at him, and he turned around and nodded at Princess Griffin.

Princess Griffin was stunned, and her gentle silver eyes flashed a complex glimmer, and she hesitated for a moment before picking up the paper--

Outside the palace, just after noon, between the intersections of the floats, there were dragon shadows floating.

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