The Amber Sword

Soft paws gently landed on the slab, the meat pads beneath the feet were squeezed and deformed, followed by four sharp nails tapping gently on the ground, and silver hair relaxed in the opposite direction of muscle strain.

A giant silver beast gracefully steps out of the darkness.

Dark Coward gently pushed down from its back, a long black sandalwood hair with silk yarn and dancing, she looked back, the small temple in the darkness unclear.

“This is truly the most interesting human being I've ever seen. Unfortunately, he still knows too little about our world to understand that the moment has come and this man has finally fallen for it. ”

“He's a good man.” The silver giant wolf actually opened her mouth and the maiden's voice rang as if a string of silver bells had landed on the floor.

“Perhaps, but this era is both good and bad. ”

“Sister,” the giant wolf shook his head: "Can't we just stay away from the war and leave the world alone? Do you remember what we promised Lord Milos? ”

Dark Coward stretched out his hand and gently touched the giant wolf's cheek, looking at his compassionate green eyes: “But it's not up to us to choose, it's back, my dear sister, listen...”

The giant wolf was silent and the green eyes were calm as ice.

Darkness Coward closed his eyes and said openly: “The clouds roared with horns, and the darkness spread, shielding the moonlight. They shouted and ran wildly into the world...”

Girl's voice is so gentle as a poem and song that blooms in a dark world.

But the scene it describes is so cold, dark and cruel, desperate and bleak, as if the north wind were whistling, freezing everything in the world.

Two Secret Christians in dark robes walked out of the corner, stunned by a strange combination with a young girl from this giant wolf, who couldn't help but stop and look this way.

The girl opened her eyes.

She was laughing, and the distinct black and white eyes were all colors of insight.

“Well,” she said, “in his care of you, and in the face of these blood crystals, I helped him one last time. ”

“Let them also see how dusk descends -”

Two somewhat overwhelmed Christians reacted and looked vigilantly, pulling out the snowy sword from under the robe: “Who? ”

Dark Coward ignored them at all, as if there was only dust in front of him.

She quietly stepped forward without interest, slightly drawing her neck, her eyes reflecting the glow of the silver moon, suddenly seeing the love and piety of her hometown.

Naked toe pads on the floor with five fingers tightly fastened and clean and spotless.

She opened her mouth slightly and revealed her snowy, sharp canine teeth. At this moment, the time was set, and the eyes of the two Secret Christians clearly reflected a wild cry against the moonlit, elegant creature, and the young girl had raised her head from the depths of her soul -

“Uh-uh-uh-”

“Uh-uh-uh-”

A drop of water falls off the trickle of time, passing down the long river of destiny, breaking through the yoke of the law and falling on the surface of the world.

Between the ruins of Queens, an overcoated human insect suddenly stopped, turning back and looking in the direction of the sky with complex eyes.

The clouds are turning--

The black gauze passes through the moonlight, one by one, the giant silver moon is losing a corner, and then it degenerates into a string, less than half, lower string, and finally there is only one leftover hook until it is swallowed up by darkness, in the pitch-black night sky, leaving only one circle of silver wire.

The sky echoed with a low whimper, as if the horn were ringing long, ringing for a thousand miles, low and sinking, sweeping. The sound gradually joined, forming a rolling thunderbolt, like countless evil spirits hovering over the clouds and roaring.

“Uh-uh-uh-”

Thousands of years later, people saw the wolves running again over the sky.

The two Secrets had been stunned, and they had looked around overwhelmed, claiming to destroy the rotten world, but they were facing a moment when the end was coming, but there was no ecstasy in their hearts, but despair had risen and darkness in their eyes.

The dangling fog crossed their bodies and rubbed them, as if they had been picked up by a giant beast, their bodies unnaturally lifted, their pairs folded in half, as if millions of prosthetic teeth tore their flesh, throwing them high and their blood rained.

The pitch-black wolves are running in the fog, turning into entities from time to time and vanishing into fog.

“Uh-uh-uh-”

“Uh-uh-uh-”

On all sides, countless voices should correspond to the young girl, Coward.

They're wolves.

Before the twilight of Warnd.

……

Between the mountains and the jungle, the rings of confidence wind permeate an ancient dream, transformed into an invisible force walking over mountains and forests, constantly recalling, constantly repeating, like an ancient will, immersed in the past times of light monster land departure.

Above the misty forest, the fog-woven ancestral beast is slowly pausing, turning back twelve times over the clouds and looking at this familiar land.

Thousands of years.

Thousands of years.

It remembers a bunch of elves walking through here, and it met a strange wizard, and it met a knight who dared bargain with it, and a sneaky guy, a little guy who didn't care much, a woman, another woman.

Many memories of the past are reproduced in this dream.

Then the body of this giant beast began to vanish, as if the wind was blowing the cloud, and the fog dissipated, and the twelve ancestral beasts faded over the cloud, eventually turning into a few strands of cloud smoke, over the long sky.

That invisible pounding power.

It disappeared completely from the misty forest.

“Knock--”

Far outside the Black Forest, all Senians felt their hearts beating for the first time, as if something important was happening in the invisible, and countless people woke up from their sleep.

They rushed out in their clothes and saw the girl standing in the middle of the village teaching them to be therapists in the village on weekdays.

“Miss Sophia! ”

“Gentlemen, stop.” The young girl turns back and her face under her white hood is particularly sacred at this moment: “Remember my words and follow your Lord firmly in his footsteps. ”

“Only he can save all this...”

She reaches forward a little bit, and the world of dreams spreads out from under her feet, a world independent of the rest of the world, called Bunoson, the kingdom of the North Wind.

A great will is on the other side of the world.

In Misty Canyon.

Heavy mist seems to have given life, floating, and after the mist, huge eyelids are slowly opening, revealing a cold and beautiful pupil.

That emerald green, hole in the heart.

“Martha...”

Low voices muttered to themselves.

The mountains roared.

Above the tree sea, the elves and Druids were shocked to see the weather anomalies of the entire rings of the wind changing dramatically, the cloud rings disappearing, the mountains of Valhalla collapsing, a giant beast shaking its hair and slowly rising from the rubble.

This elegant creature, as if it were a legend descending from the epic of the heavens, raised its head to the moon, stepped on the peninsula with all its feet, huge bodies connected to the dome, and beneath the earth.

She has a name in the most distant legends and myths.

The gods call her Achilles.

After the wolves.

……

The bishop's complexion has completely changed.

The crystal in front of him was melting ash, which meant that half Rusta's control had been lost, and he thought it was just a small revenge, but within ten minutes of the district, his confidence was completely crushed.

“How did they do it! ”

“How did they do it!? ”

The Muslims are also a mess of soldiers, the wolves are in the world, this is before the end of the world, but how can so many things happen together?

“His Holiness the Bishop, we must find a way! ”

“What else can we do? What else can be done!?” The bishop held his fist tightly and his nails were almost strangled in the meat, "he screamed.“ I can't help it! We can only speed up the ceremony! ”

“But that does not summon a complete body.” The man behind changed his face.

“It's too late. ”

The bishop was terribly pale, and this sudden scene completely disrupted his arrangement. He now finally figured out who the other side was sacred, but he never dreamed that the revenge of a small aristocrat from Eruin in the district was so terrible.

His heart regrets so much that he should have been more cautious when he knew it. Although the orders of the Dragon Queen must be fulfilled, … at least it can be more secret and more perfect.

Yet regret in this world has only a bitter aftertaste and no chance to start over.

“Even if not completely..." the bishop gripped his fist like a wrinkled orange, biting his teeth into the tunnel: “Enough is enough -”

He stared violently at the silver line in the pitch-black night sky, which was like a spectacular view of the two rounds of the moon superimposed together, but the previous round of the moon was pitch-black as if it were just a shadow.

“Dusk, dusk, no, dusk… that's all. ”

This is a plan for the number of tree herders for thousands of years, and they must succeed.

Ever since they broke with the circle of the world, they have been practicing their claims, what truth, what world tree institutions, what earth legions, what arbiters are all useless.

The gods have failed again and again and again.

Only they can save it, born of withers, ashes, the balance between everything and nature, cruel and fragile ——

Is it not from this that the Druids' Creed originated?

……

“In return, Your Majesty...”

Cassette's words stopped.

He sees a bit of silver light, as if it's coming from a distant sky.

The mobs were pushing each other, backing away from each other, and a bloody son of the evil god was torn to pieces by the sky's dark fog, and a dot of green light in the gushing black fog was sending out the ice cold.

“That's a wolf...” his deputy said in surprise behind him.

“I know." The flaming knight was in a much lower mood than before: “Have you read the poem of heaven? ”

“What?”

“Have you ever read a poem by the sky?” Cassette turned around viciously, grabbed the latter's collar and drank aloud, “Idiot? ”

“Under… under…” The deputy apparently freaked out.

“That's a wolf, you know? ”

“I…”

“The wolf walked before dusk," the fiery knight's eyes revealed a desperate look: “The dragon of dusk is not dead... we are finished...”

The silver light in his eyes is becoming bright.

The black fog seemed like a tidal wave that swept over the refugee's head towards the walls, hiding numerous teeth, as they swept over a soft body, like an invisible blade, causing a bloody wave.

The screams fluctuated.

The soldiers were pale and such wars were beyond their imagination.

The Horseman of Fire pushed away his deputy, who retreated backwards, pulling out his long sword, which sparkled like a meteor. “You go down. ”

“Lord Knight?” The deputy was scared to death.

“Get down!” Cassette roared, “This is no place for you! ”

“But…”

“No, but.” The knight patted himself on the chest and proudly replied: “I am Cassette (knight of Lotshel), and I am the forerunner (one of 120 knights) of the King of Fire, and this (here) is exactly where I buried my bones (where the sword is folded). ”

Thousands of ancient words, overlapping each other, sound like two voices at the same time over the walls of the city.

It is the sworn oath of the flaming family.

As if to see a phantom figure blend into Cassette, as if to see a hundred and twenty knights sworn on the plain of Holy White a thousand years ago, following that great shadow all their lives.

“Go on down. ”

Cassette backfired a sword, and the red light rose from behind him, and the dark fog rose behind him, with countless horrible giant wolves hovering their teeth.

The light immediately creaked.

The knight looked white: "Quick, I can only hold on for a moment. ”

Soldiers had already fallen down the stairs in tears, frightened softly. Only the deputy turned around - he was at least a knight, and the courage in his heart overcame the fear of death, and then he saw a little silver light.

This silver light is no different from what the Horseman of Fire sees.

“You're not leaving?” Cassette roared.

“My lord, that's...”

“Click--”

A giant wolf, almost the size of a city building, bit the light behind Cassette, opened a huge, pitch-black mouth, and bit the knight in the flames.

But before it could close its upper jaw, a silver wire had pierced its back brain.

The lieutenant opened his mouth wide.

One rider at a time, the horse's hooves were empty, the knight held a long gun, as if it were a silver light, the long socket in his hand was straight forward, the fog scattered, one silver hair like the passing moonlight, one rooted in the middle of the sky.

“Thousand armies--”

“- A blow! ”

Metissa's voice resounded over the fortress.

……