The Amber Sword

A dusty, bloodstained hand stretched out from the rubble, hit the rock rarely and rolled down. This hand held onto a crystal ball, the crystal ball seemed to be inspired by some mysterious force, the surface emitted a cloaked slight light, a thin layer of fog escaped from its surface, covering everything around it.

Bloodstained hands struggled twice and then lifted a larger gravel, which seemed to be a weightless foam, lifted up gently, rolled down and made a heavy noise.

Then he shouted, and the rubble and the broken wood were raised in huge pieces, and a dusty man was drilled down there.

The man was gray all over his body. Only two eyes remained flexible and divine. He looked around carefully and did not find the figure of the dragon queen. Finally, he was relieved.

That's Brando.

He thought it seemed that the Elf Queen hadn't at least joked with him about it, and the dragon jewels in his hand had certainly worked, otherwise a thin layer of rubble and wood in the district would never have prevented Gwendolyn from searching.

After a glance at the crystal ball in his hand, Brando opened his waistbag and threw it in. Although it was separated by a layer of fabric, the mist film surrounding his body, which resembled fog, did not diminish in the slightest, and the thought did not affect the role of the jewel.

But as a result, he freed his hands, bowed down and cautiously held out Metisa under the rock formation. He was covered in bruises, but the little princess of the Pokémon was almost undamaged under his protection, which reassured him a little, carrying the latter with his sword and looking around with caution.

This should have been the perimeter of the patrol cavalry headquarters, where half the fortress had collapsed in previous battles - although his previous rivalry with the dragon queen could hardly be said to be a battle, at best, but he stopped the dragon and went after Hipamila, and Gwendolyn returned fire to him.

In a moment, this is all that we see.

Brando stood in the night and looked at the scene in horror - about 10,000 square metres of rubble - more thoroughly than demolition, as if it were a masterpiece left after the targeted detonation of the Future Generation Blasting Group, and the biggest fragment he could see was the fountain that was supposed to inspect the front yard of the cavalry headquarters, and only half of the 'luck’ was split.

The spring water poured out of the split fountain and has flooded most of the front yard, making it look like half of the area inspecting the cavalry headquarters was originally a water town, Zeguo.

“Her Majesty is having a lot of fun this time. It's a lot of money to rebuild, but the Empire is rich, just wondering how she intends to explain all this to the people. ”

Brando couldn't help but think with a bit of happiness that Gwendolyn really didn't let go, and that the powerful in the Holy Land dared to do everything in the city.

Of course, he didn't dare to confirm whether the other party was doing its utmost. After all, there were legends in the past in which the Holy Hyung struck down half the city, and he just hated the feeling of being constrained.

If you can't be strong, you'll never be able to rule your own destiny.

In this day and age, he may have stood at the apex of mortal beings, but he is also far too far behind those legendary beings.

Looking around for a week, no sign of the dragon queen Gwendolyn was found. He knew that he might have escaped by some means, so he went to the periphery to search for his whereabouts. The dragons often believed that they were proud of their physical speed, because such delusions made arrogant mistakes not twice.

He was somewhat worried about escaping Shipamira. At the time, he did not leave much time for Miss Cleric. He did not dare to confirm whether the other party had escaped the perceived range of the dragon. Brando contacted the other party with his heart, but found no response.

His heart tightened and he sent several messages in a row, but he received an unexpected response from Ropal.

This fireclaw lizard lord is not far from him at this moment, in fact he is just a few blocks away from Brando on the outskirts of Queens.

When Brando questioned the latter about Chipamila and received a negative answer, he learned that he had left the battlefield one step before the end of the battle in Cold Rue Hills.

A glorious soldier, Ropal, does not always choose to back off, but Brando has given him the task of protecting the big lady with the flower leaf collar, and as a qualified protector, it is always at the first moment that the protected person is the safest choice for him.

It arrived early in Queens and waited to rendezvous with Brando until Mayadh took over, who cautiously retreated to the west of Queens and did not choose to clash with the cults.

Brando didn't expect the big guy who seemed to have such a delicate side this weekday. He couldn't help but admire it. He definitely asked after two sentences:

“Is Faina still with you, Lopal? ”

“There is nothing wrong with Miss Faina, my lord," Lord Fire Claw Lizard still replied at a glance: "We have met others. ”

“The others?” Brando was slightly stunned.

“It's Ms. Veronica, and there are others.” Because we met once at the Ring of the Wind, Lopal knew Veronica only, but Brando knew from his words that Lopal met Sidney's people.

According to earlier statements by Metissa and Hipamila, there should also be a big man with them, who knew that he was a man who had scolded the winds and clouds in the history of the Empire, and who worked with his predecessor, the Emperor, to set the order of the Empire decades later until today, until their successor, the Silver Queen, completely destroyed it.

But in any case, this man can also be said to have changed the whole world.

He was the first prime minister of the Empire, the legendary Nederweyn.

Brando took a gentle breath, and he didn't ask why Sidney and they were only in Queens now, just whispering to Lopal: "Lopal, you tell them to wait for me where I am, don't just look up and tell them that Gwendolyn the Dragon Queen is nearby, wait for me to join you. ”

“Yes, my lord. ”

Without asking who the dragon queen Gwendolyn was, Robalds didn't seem to care if Brando was able to get to them, as if he were a true warrior, only to execute orders rigidly.

But that's it, and it makes Brando feel even less comfortable.

At least one of his careless men, such as Medfis, Andrig, Charles, and even Miss Cleric, told him he could give orders in peace.

Speaking of which, when he ordered Medfis and Charles to split up at the foot of the Cold Rue Hills, he never heard from them again, and since seeing the mother of the Nightmare, Brando had felt that his psychic connection with his own brigadier creature had become unsustainable.

Legendary Nightmares are able to manipulate mental networks, which now seems to be the case.

Turn off the mental connection and Brando exhales lightly.

The cults, the rioters, the secondary polluted Andersha and Mayad, had the shadow of the shepherds behind them - and now the Nightingales are reappearing, and the dragon queens are out there, shaking like everything is coming together for a while.

“What an autumn, the heart of this empire has emerged of all the cow ghost snake gods...”

He couldn't bear to exclaim.

Brando was actually hurt a lot, the dragon queen hit at least three of his ribs, thanks to his current strength, if he were to change to someone beside him, even at the peak of the law, he was afraid of being hit by that blow into meat and mud.

Such injuries somewhat affected his movements, life was slowly recovering under the influence of resilience, but fractures could not be effectively healed, and in order not to provoke the speed of Gwendolyn the dragon queen, he did not dare to fly easily on the roof and could only walk on the street with Metisa limping behind his back.

He left the patrol cavalry headquarters and then proceeded along an unknown alley behind the fortress, which he had walked once in the previous days, knowing leads to Peijian Avenue, the nearest to Lopal.

After a long walk in the dark streets, Brando suddenly felt a gentle smell striking his neck, and he stunned before reacting:

“Metissa? ”

The little princess of the Pokémon graciously greeted her. “Put me down, Lord.” She whispered.

“Is that okay? ”

“No problem, I'm not hurt, it's just that psychic shocks have a particularly big impact on a spirit like me, but it's not a big deal, it's much better now. ”

Metisa looked behind her back at Brando and bit her lip: “Lord, you are much more hurt than I am. ”

Brando put her down and touched her chest again. She couldn't help grinning her teeth. Metissa hurried to hold him and looked at him with silver eyes.

“What's the matter?” Brando doesn't understand.

“Nothing." Metissa lowered her head.

She blinked her eyes, and the bright colors reflected in the silver eyes were cleaner than the true moonlight, as if there was a soft light on her pupils, with distinct colors inside, yet incredibly complex.

At a time when the latter thought she had nothing to say, the little princess of the Pokémon said softly: "Lord. ”

“Hmm?”

“Miss Sy, she...”

“What's wrong with her? ”

“She's very dependent on you. ”

Brando stunned for a moment and wondered why Metisa was talking about it.

“You should feel it. ”

Brando couldn't help but silence himself, and of course he could feel it, but he knew exactly what that emotion meant.

“I think you'll never get any response or promise, but she's just as irreversible. ”

“I…” Brando was reluctant to scratch his head, and even when faced with the dragon queen, he did not feel so hesitant and difficult to decide. Only on this issue did he feel disoriented and could only answer timidly:

“I'm sorry, Metissa. ”

But the little princess of the Pokémon did not reveal any anger or complaining, not even disappointment, but said softly: "Don't say sorry, because it is worth it for us. ”

“You?”

Metissa nodded, but her eyes didn't seem to focus on it, and when she spoke again, it seemed like another thing:

“You are too soft, Lord. In fact, I think Miss Sy should know what you're thinking. She just doesn't want to hurt you, not even a little bit. ”

Brando was stunned, and he had always thought it was Sy he couldn't see through, and he was careful to guard the relationship just to keep the other person from getting hurt; in his view, Sy had been betrayed more than once, and if he received another indifferent response from himself, he was worried that he would not be able to bear it.

But it didn't occur to him that the truth of the matter was that he couldn't help but look at Metisa, perhaps only as a woman could understand such a tender thought.

But all of a sudden, he realized, why didn't Metisa try to talk about her feelings through Sy?

“Metisa, you...”

The little princess of the Pokémon raised her head and shook her head gently: “No need, Lord, I just wanted to say that I am very happy that no one has ever done this to me. In fact, I do not quite understand human feelings, because the life of the Pokémon was accompanied by battle, and I was born with such knowledge, but I was killed on the battlefield, and it does not feel more fulfilling. ”

“I think," she said softly, "Miss Sy should be the same. ”

Brando silenced down.

The two men held each other in a pitch-black alley, and a ray of moonlight passed through the gap between the eaves, finely sprinkled over the slate trail, swaying light, and staggered between the two.

As if a destiny were connected, two souls from two worlds, thousands of years apart, led together.

Each of them was so immersed in their own thoughts that even the Blue Sword Saint came before them without even discovering it.

Veronica looked at these two little guys with a gleaming look, and finally she couldn't help but sound a reminder:

“Looks like your relationship is better, but Duluth's little guy, it's not good to have you around so much. My students seem to care about you, too. ”

Brando looked up stunned and realized that even though Sidney had not been asked to pick him up, the walkers were still looking for him.

But the first thing he saw through the crowd was not the stereotypical face of the Lady of the Lion's Sacred Palace, but an old, serious face.

He recognized the man in the first place.

The Empire's only Chancellor, Nederweyn.

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