The Amber Sword

Shawther's night breeze, like a ghost's five fingers, passed through the trees by the river, shivering the trees, and the bird bugs were as cold as cicadas, leaving only the sound of sand, like invisible feet walking through the woods. There was a bloody smell in the air, the battle on the avenue - or unilateral killing for a while before a shadow separated from the back of a standing trunk, and she approached the avenue cautiously, staring at the previous battle and being stunned.

She never dreamed that things would turn out like this, and she thought the cults would take that nasty woman away, and she stood by and didn't need to intervene, and everything was in her mind.

But she saw a dramatic change, and she still didn't know if the guy who killed everyone like a cold-blooded monster was the kind of businesswoman who looked a little silly on a weekday.

Who the hell is that?

Delphine took a deep breath and burst into her nose with a sticky, bloody smell, and her chest paused with a vomiting desire.

She bit her teeth tight and forced herself to forget about it.

But while she tried to remain calm, and the overall course of events was not too unexpected for her, somehow her hands were shaking slightly, and she was scared, obviously, that was less emotional than others had seen on her.

Ever since she actually took charge of the family, Delphine thought she was unlikely to be afraid of anything anymore, and she buried those too soft and unnecessary minds early, men being ruthless, and she was more determined and heartless than them.

The same is true of revenge.

You can't see a man on the avenue--

Prime Minister Qian Jin slowly walked to the side of the road, and the dark red smelly blood gathered into a stream and flowed to her feet, in front of a scene that could only be seen in the slaughterhouse.

There are only scattered bodies in the sand and dust, to be exact, called corpses, eyeballs, half heads, broken chests, and 708 broken hands and feet, as if an open-air butcher shop had been opened. Originally part of the human body, it is imperfect at this moment, like rotten meat scattered in a piece of land east and west, during which the blood runs, mixed with sand and soil, penetrating deep dark red, suddenly a rain of blood, the ground is full of bloody sludge.

The air smells like thick rot, like a warehouse for piling salt fish.

Delphine bent down, one hand pressed her chest close to the clavicle, and finally vomited. After a while, she stood up shaking with a blank face. There was some confusion in her heart, and she didn't know if her choice was right or wrong for a while.

She stood on the side of the road for a while before turning around resolutely and walking into the Cat and Beard Hotel.

“Anyway, that monster should have entered the Emperor, and I still have to finish what's left.” She thought.

The smell of Gaia's blood in the hotel had long dissipated, leaving only some fluorescent material on the ground and on the table, and Delphine carefully avoided it and looked at a stone statue in the middle of the hall.

Setti still seemed to have the last sight of her life - her eyes widened, every tiniest glimmer on her face, every wrinkle on her clothes, she looked alive.

It looks like the greatest masterpiece of a master sculptor's life.

In fact, in some remote areas, some wicked wizards do like to use living people as statues, and those with the darkest hearts of them even like to collect beautiful virgins to do it.

Delphine looked at the statue silently and could not confirm whether it was dead or alive, but it was not important that she came to the corner of the lobby, took a hammer from under the fireplace, and then dragged the hammer to the stone statue of Setti with all her might.

Dead or alive, as long as a hammer is broken, then it is unlikely that any more brilliant wizard will be able to assemble the broken stone statue again, especially in the case of the statue before it was born or in the case of a living person.

But the imaginary situation did not happen. Before the hammer came into contact with the surface of the statue with the whistling wind, its hammer suddenly burst without signs. The Prime Minister of the hammer, Qianjin, seemed to have hit a giant dragon that was ramming straight across, and he flew out and hit heavily on the wall on the side of the lobby.

She screamed in boredom before slipping off the wall, raised her head and sprayed a breath of blood before she could speak.

She covered her mouth with her hands and immediately blushed red between her fingers.

Delphine looked around with bloody mouth and nose, but saw a woman with a mature breath all over her body walking in through the door, some incredibly looking at each other's witch outfits and a strange familiar glow flashing in her eyes.

She thinks she's seen this woman there.

“Where's Roman?” When a woman walked in, she asked, with a cold tone.

“I don't know...”

Before Delphine finished her words, she felt an invisible force strangling her throat and pulling herself off the ground. By the time she reacted, her feet had left the ground and a suffocating sensation had poured in from all sides, almost drowning her.

“No... not me...”

The Prime Minister rolled her eyes white and grew her mouth like an oxygen-deficient goldfish, holding her hands tight to her throat and kicking her in vain in the middle of the air.

She never dreamed that she would come back one step ahead, not Brando, but a witch she had never seen before, and she never thought that the other party would give her a chance to defend herself and kill her as soon as she did.

She had always been beautiful and confident and accustomed to the stranger's fondness for her nature, but her beautiful appearance and body had lost its soul was just an empty shell. At last, she felt scared. The fear of death was so deep and vivid, the inner thighs were so hot that wetness spread down her long legs.

The hall was filled with a strange scent.

But Delphine had put the end of these branches behind her right now, and she was staring at Venus, and there was only one thought in her head: No, I can't die, I want to live!

The witch was completely unaware of her reaction and read words, seemingly singing a lengthy spell. Delphine, though not magical, knew some mysterious tactics, and at this last moment she finally became clear in her mind, as if she were blessed to the heart, and she screamed hard:

“I know you...”

“You are Princess Gloria...”

“I… I met you at the Changqing Festival thirteen years ago…”

The mature woman stood still slightly and the power on her hand dissipated, and Delphine sat on the floor with her ass wet with urine. The cold feeling made her feel ashamed.

Even when she was almost burned into coke, she never felt so desperate.

She bowed her head subconsciously and bowed her head and was afraid to look at each other again.

Instead, he looked at her silently and said, “You are the granddaughter of Nederweyn. ”

Delphine nodded and, of course, didn't dare deny it. Default.

“Where's Roman?” The woman asked again.

“She... went to Rusta. ”

“My niece isn't going to Rusta at this time, though she's a big one. ”

“Some cults used the blood of God to reckon with us. I hid in the kitchen to escape a robbery. Roman, she killed everyone and then went to Rusta. I couldn't catch up with her.” Delphine answered half-truthly and half-truthly, of course she was afraid to tell the whole truth, but on the one hand she feared being torn apart by the other, and could not help but make an irrepressible sound of her upper and lower teeth gently touching and rolling.

The woman looked at the way her beard was spreading, and instead of tearing through her half-truth and half-truth lies, she asked, “Roman kills people? ”

Delphine clutched herself to her wet dress with almost no blood on her hands: “I don't know, she... she seemed like a different person. ”

“A different person? ”

“Become... unrecognizable, she doesn't seem to know us at all, she must say mortal, I... I feel that it's not her at all.” Delphine dared not hide it and whispered.

The woman silenced for a moment, not knowing whether she was happy or angry on her face, and suddenly she shook her hand. When the Prime Minister shook her head and thought that the latter was going to kill herself, she was surprised to find that the stone statue standing in the middle of the hall disappeared in the sky.

The woman turned around and looked at her and said, "Go find Brando, tell him what happened here, and let her come to me. ”

Delphine felt a real fear at this time, and somehow she was unwilling to see Brando at this moment. And when she saw her hesitation, the woman laughed sarcastically: "Is this when you think of fear? You're far worse than your grandfather, but you don't have to be afraid, you tell Brando the truth and tell him who told you to go to him. ”

“Princess Gloria? ”

“No," the woman shook her head: "It was another identity of mine, Knudel, the follower of the Blind Daughter Misa, the Witch of Destiny, you told him that the star of the constellation that I had made him see earlier was just an illusion, that the Witch of Destiny had an area of charm, and it was easy to deceive people. ”

She paused and continued, “If he doesn't believe me, you tell him I'm Roman's aunt, and he has first-hand information about wetting his bed when he was a kid, and if he wants to marry my niece, he has to go through me first, okay? ”

“My lord?” The Chancellor almost didn't get choked.

“Do you feel strange? This is a matter of life and death for the honor of the nobility, and you should understand that, so he won't do anything to you until he sees me. ”

Delphine had a strange heart.

……

“Click--”

At that moment, Brando felt his five dirty hearts move, he hit heavily on a stone column, but the hard rock could not stop him from castrating, the stone column collapsed, and the hall with the loss of support swayed, collapsing halfway between hectares.

The only thing he could do, as if he were a meteor crashing beneath mixed gravel, was to hold the unconscious Metisa tight until he hit a wall again, and the enormous force behind him made him feel like he was scattered all over his bones.

However, before he could relax, he immediately exchanged positions with the little princess of the Silver Elf, who was feverishly covered under his body. For a moment, the ceiling, which was broken on top of his head, collapsed and the gravel rolled down in mud and sand, pressing him heavily.

Simply a single hit, Brando found himself halfway down the life value on the light screen. When he first saw the dragon clan overwhelm the dragon with her two subordinates in the Changqing corridor, he didn't feel how terrible the strength of the other side was, and it wasn't until he really faced it that this desperate gap showed up.

The realm of the Sage, a realm that mortals have never attained since the Battle of the Saints, and the pride of the people of gold and silver manifests itself between this horrible hierarchy.

Unjustifiable crushing.

Brando sprayed a breath of blood and stained the little princess's chest red, but he couldn't care less. The blade of flame in his hand flashed forward, a sword cut a passage under the broken rubble, and he shot out like a stream of light before the mud sand completely buried the two men.

Gwendolyn in the middle of the sky sensed Brando's movements the first time, in fact, she didn't move much, and the entire Ranger headquarters and surrounding area were almost a mile under her rule, like a giant web woven by a spider mother, where every tiny bounce of silk thread would truly feed back into her perception.

She hesitated for a moment before giving up her impulse to pursue the Nightmare. A rare mother of Nightmare, though important, was no better than the young man in front of her.

She was furious at this moment. This Mayadh was nothing more than a failure. She repeatedly cautioned each other not to cause trouble. All she had to do was conquer the city's patrol cavalry to complete the plan. Nevertheless, she did not expect the other to act without authorization. In addition, she caused the Mother of the Nightworm to riot and set up her own life.

One less of the twelve shepherds did not make her feel anything, but the mother of the nightmare was the lonely book that the shepherd had so easily found on the battlefield of the final battle.

“Too bad.” Gwendolyn thought that she raised her hand and was about to close the net, but hesitated for a moment, she couldn't resist the mother of the nightmare, so she retracted her hand and gently caressed it on a crystal set in her chest, and the crystal suddenly glowed.

“Andersa, the Nightmare Mother has escaped, and now you put down the other things in your hand and go get them back. ”

“My lord, Mayadh he...? ”

“Don't worry about that fool. Be careful, Mother Nightmare seems to be impressed by something. Find it. Don't move. Let me know. ”

The crystal silenced for a moment before answering: "I understand, my lord. ”

After the dragon, she returned to God. She already knew the identity of Brando Brigade Master, but she was not afraid that the other side would suddenly disappear from his perception. The Silver Queen and the mortals around her had no way of taking the gods, but they did not represent the Golden Nation.

Traciman and Odin were not invincible at the time, and the magicians' use of energy, though bizarre, was not untraceable. Under the cover of the net of laws, the young man remained invisible.

But the look on the dragon's queen's face suddenly unnaturally solidified as she carefully searched her open web.

She was stunned to find that Brando had truly disappeared from her perception, as if it had never existed.

“Damn, what's going on? ”

……