The Amber Sword

“WARNING: You have been hit by an epidemic that causes 0 damage (33 of which have been resisted). ”

“WARNING: You have been hit by an epidemic that causes 0 damage (31 of which have been resisted). ”

“WARNING: You have been hit by an epidemic that causes 0 damage (40 of which have been resisted). ”

Brando suddenly stopped, pulling out the battle log in the retina, and the light green light screen floated in front of him, already filled with alarming system records.

He immediately raised his head and entered the Queens area, the busiest part of Rusta's business on weekdays, where dozens of the most famous chambers of commerce of the Empire were stationed on both sides of the street. Those magnificent buildings were immersed in darkness and silence at this moment, with every door, every window closed, and a mist over the street.

“Fog?” Brando suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it, then opened his hand and revealed the bodies of several flying insects.

“What is it, my lord?” Behind him, Metisa and Chipamila also stopped, who watched his movements curiously and asked.

But the little princess of the Silver Elf stared at Brando's colorful corpse of flying insects, silent, with a steady light in her eyes.

“Know?” asked Brando.

“This is a plague swarm, born in the fog of the grey fields, and the rotten stench of devouring demons' bodies and fallen souls thrives," replied Metisa quietly, “I have seen them more than once. ”

“It's a larvae,” Brando nodded. “It's not quite grown up yet, you must have seen an adult. ”

He squinted his eyes and looked at the dead and silent streets ahead, knowing in his heart where Methisa had dealt with these bugs; the plague bugs were inhabitants of hell, born of decay, usually from the same mother, who was a giant adult, who often had only one group, who rarely left their mother too far away, and who rarely migrated out of the gray fields.

But there is one exception.

Of the twelve tree herders, all the generations of worm lords are worm wizards. This herder has been in control of a huge swarm of plagues. As early as the war of the saints, the herders have fought with silver elves and humans more than once, so Metissa should have seen these hell-visitors more than once at that time.

This generation of worm lords, Mayad, was captured decades ago by the Empire and held deep in an underground prison in Rusta, but even Andersha jumped out alive not long ago and would not be lonely to come to this worm lord.

“Looks like Her Majesty's in more than one of our troubles. ”

“Ready to fight, Lord.” Metissa asked.

“Defensive spells first, these larvae can't cause us any trouble, but it's hard to say inside.” Brando frowned, and each one of the herders was difficult to wrap around. Andersha was weak in it, and Mayadh, though not strong enough to go there, was particularly difficult to deal with.

In the game, he had dealt with this bug lord, which is why he felt the challenge. This is the periphery of the mist of the plague. The epidemic damage in the central area can reach more than a hundred jumps per second. The Baptist priest, who is not good at praise poetry, cannot walk at all.

At the moment, it is difficult to say for Metisa and Hipamila, although the magic damage has little effect on him and may even be completely resistant to epidemic damage in the central region.

He didn't want to cause any more trouble this time of year, and his most pressing goal now was to cross Rusta to the west to rendezvous with others and see if Sy had been rescued, and if all went well, they could leave the empire directly.

Channels of departure from the empire have long been arranged, and the Crown Prince and the Northern nobility will cooperate fully with him, either by crossing the Changqing corridor or by detouring the Principality of Antoboro, which is safe - at least for now.

As for what happened to the Emperor, in fact, it had nothing to do with him - with the Eluynes, and that was Her Majesty's trouble anyway.

He carefully weighed this thin fog, and if he was lucky, he could go straight through the edge of the fog, but Mayad's element was the fog of the heart, not the fog of plague alone, and it was easy to get lost in this fog, and it was not that easy to leave.

Besides, he's a psychopath, and I'm afraid he won't allow a few living people to leave his plague unharmed.

It's just too late to go back now, there's the trade zone, who knows if the Silver Queen is coming after us.

Hippamilla stood up for a defensive shield, but Metisa didn't respond much. Brando looked at her and remembered that the Silver Folk was immune to disease. In their confrontation with the worm lord, he also won more and lost less.

“Silver bloodline is really enviable.” He had to exclaim.

“Lord is not bad,” Metisaguan: “I am just a poor ghost, where Lord envy is worthy. ”

“Really, where is such a lovely ghost? ”

Metisa's eyes widened, and the silver eyes seemed to be covered in mist, and Chipamilla couldn't help laughing.

The atmosphere eased a lot at one time, and the three slowed down. The Queen's area was a little more than two kilometers long. The entire area consisted of a main street, beside which were rich shops and tall buildings. The temple of Kronu, the commercial god of old times, stood in the mist not far away. At this moment, it had long been a monument-like building to commemorate the glory of the ancient gods.

Brando can almost see the golden lines embedded on the patchy exterior walls, which are gloomy, the scenery of the past is absent, the temple of flame has not been overthrown to a great extent, and of course it is an expression of respect for Martha and her slaves from the gods, in fact, in the countryside of the Empire and in many parts of Eruin, people still maintain their faith in the old gods, only that they can no longer be answered.

Without response and shelter, there would be no priest, and the temple of Kronou, the god of commerce, was like a barbed shell, silent for a thousand years in the fog.

In fact, silence is not limited to this temple, and the entire Queens is covered in death-like silence, with only three remaining footsteps echoing over Stonehenge Street.

The further inside, the thicker the fog, from time to time a bug hit the Shipamira's light shield, banging into a green water, along the curtain downstream, scared the miracle lady out of color.

However, the little princess of the Pokémon of Silver seemed very accommodating and walked forward almost unchanged, only at this time could she be reminded that she had been the supreme commander of an army.

Although she was only fourteen years old when she became famous, based on her human age, she was only a young girl of cardamom age.

Brando was almost unhappy at this time. He knew that the silence was due to the fact that there was probably no one left in Queens. This was the richest part of the emperor's nightlife, close to the aristocratic district. In the evening until late at night, it was often the most lively time, and even the aristocrats often snuck out to experience life. Although they could not get on the water carriage dragon, at least they would not be empty.

You can't see a corpse on the street, but if you look at a wagon parked on the side of the road with a skewed slope or crashed into a trout tree, you can see what happened before. The carriage's rack and sleeve landed on the floor empty, and even the horse pulling the wagon had no remains.

Chipamila looked at the complexion.

Brando wondered where Sidney and Veronica had gone and whether it had anything to do with Mayard's sudden appearance.

It was at this time that the fog in front of them suddenly burst into two sides, a fist-sized insect surfaced, Brando reacted extremely quickly, pulled out the sword without even thinking about it, the sword flashed, the insect had cracked as two pieces fell to the ground, and the six legs were still twitching vigorously.

He bowed his head and found this thing a little like some kind of beetle, dark, six legs as sharp as a knife, without opening it, and Metisa beside him answered first: "It's an adult, we're close to the mother. ”

The proximity to Mother Ben suggests that we are close to Mayad, and Brando did not realize that he had not crossed the fog of the plague from the edge, but had come to the fog center of the plague.

But walking to this place shows that the other side has found them, and running away is deluding himself. Instead of retrieving the sword in his hand, he raised his head and looked up. In front was a tall and magnificent building, Brando thought about it and remembered that it was the headquarters of the patrol cavalry.

He took a moment to look at the light green light screen floating in the upper left corner of him, and the damage on the battle record had risen to almost 100, slightly weaker than he had ever encountered, but Mayadh, who wanted to escape from the dungeon in this era, was not his strongest.

“Looks like he's waiting for us there.” He turned back and said to Metissa and Hippamilla.

“Well," nodded the fairy princess, “but a little strange, my lord. ”

“What's the matter?” Brando seemed to attach great importance to the views of Metisa, knowing that her experience was no worse than that of herders, and even more than that of herders.

“There are too few bugs,” replied Metisa softly. "Even if Mayadh consciously hides them, there shouldn't be so few bugs in the mist of the plague, especially if we come here to meet an adult, some too unusual. ”

Brando picked an eyebrow and noticed that he had only had one hand with Mayadh in a limited number of opportunities, and that he was not the main attacker at that time, when the Knights of Gracius, who accompanied him, was merely responsible for the control of the insect herd, was the real Diamond Army Guild.

He recalled the experience of that battle, where the mist was indeed a heavenly swarm, a little too different from the sparse two or three at the moment.

“What do you think?” The three of them walked forward carefully, and Brando asked carefully.

“I think of a possibility," Metisa shook her head gently: "But I'm not sure yet. ”

Brando looked at the way she bit her lip, and a thought flashed through her heart and didn't ask again.

The Misty Patrol Cavalry headquarters appears to be a fleshy living creature, with a tall fortified building on its back and a walled city with its winding neck and spine, curled here, motionless, as if in a silent slumber.

There are no signs of living people in the fortress, apparently all of them have been killed. Good thing the patrol cavalry still has camps outside the city. The headquarters of the city is usually manned by only one squadron of cavalry, but even so, the accident was enough to vibrate the empire's upper echelons, knowing that noble children make up a large proportion of the patrol cavalry in Didu.

The commander of the patrol cavalry was the Earl of the Empire, second only to the best of the poles, and if he was here at the time of the accident, the Cruz would have more fun.

The three men crossed the gates of the city, the suspended bridge did not cause them any trouble, then the empty courtyard, the main entrance of the estate, the corridor, the spiral ladder, there was no one present in the entire fortress, not even a few insects, and they encountered only a few attacks along the way, not so much plague swarms, but individual insects left behind after the swarm.

But the thick plague fog that surrounds it tells Brando that this is definitely the center of the plague, not where it passes.

They went all the way to the third and top floor of the fortress, which is the hub of the entire patrol cavalry headquarters, where, in theory, the Count's office should be.

The interior structure of this type of military building varies considerably, Brando is quite familiar with the Cruz fortress, and soon found the seat of the Count's office in the corridor, where he finally saw the only humans on the road.

A few bodies, to be exact.

Two of them crawled down the corridor, facing down, wearing patrol cavalry uniforms, in pale colours, and black blood penetrated from beneath them into the thick carpet.

Another man leaned against the wall, his face was blurred, he could not see the five officials, as if he had been eaten out of a big hole by something, he wore more gorgeous clothes, earl trench coats, golden pony pants, boots, pieces of ornament all over his body and under him, and an extremely luxurious chest armor.

Unfortunately, this chest armor did not preserve his life, and there was a large hole on the left side of the chest armor from which dark red blood flowed, which should be a fatal wound.

The body crooked its head against the walnut wooden protective wall behind it, painted a wall with blood, his sword scattered over it, and when Brando saw the sword, he confirmed his identity.

Red falcon, prove that this man is the commander of the patrol cavalry, one of the counts of the Empire.

Brando raised his hand and the sword took off from the ground and landed in his hand, then flashed and disappeared into the dimensional hole.

The Imperial Patrol Cavalry Commander's sword-bearing falcon, though not comparable to a holy sword such as Harangia, Orphis, is also a much less ancient sword, otherwise it will not pass from generation to generation, and he is not accustomed to leaving good things to the Empire.

Inspecting the cavalry commander's body, several other plague adults were climbing up and down, and Brando moved, and they immediately found a strange intruder, screaming and pounding this way. But Brando hasn't done it yet, and the clergyman next door steps forward, waves Yamakawa's hand, a perfect home run, and hits these bugs straight out.

The bug buzzed against the side of the wall and broke into green juice.

Brando also frowned, and suddenly he realized that the insects had not come to attack themselves, but had been passively attacked after they had spooked them. And in fact, the closer we get to the mother, the more cautious the pestilence is, the more wildly they attack all the creatures, whether human or animal, that come close to the area.

This is not the behavioral habit that plague swarms should behave in.

He couldn't help but turn around consciously and find that Metisa was equally deeply eyebrowed, looking thoughtfully in the direction of the office of the Earl of the Empire, not far away.

There, only one of the wooden doors broke half in the fog.

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