The Amber Sword

Green eyes reflected a fine golden trajectory falling to the horizon, the wind rising in the forest, the waves of the crown layer admired by the shadows in the distance, and the leaves dancing.

The leaves of the March Laurel fell onto the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

The light flows over the palace and the marble columns shine brightly.

Ellanta watched it quietly, while the left and the right watched their wise lords quietly, as if it implied the end of an era, but few understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly walked down the steps, and the hem of the silk robe ran across the marble floor, and she turned around and said to His Holiness the two Popes of Finzan:

“Your Majesty, it is high time that the prophecies of the past were made at this moment, that perhaps we will perish, or that the world will be reborn, but mortals finally have the power to make decisions. ”

The wise man owed himself slightly and said: "Please help me, Your Majesty. ”

“It is our duty to do so," replied the first Pope in haste. "Rest assured that the Empire will always follow the will of Lord Finzan, Lord Wise. ”

The current pope added, "The envoy is on his way, my lord, the wise,” but he was a little suspicious: “But I was worried about the wind elves. ”

“They'll agree that they have a thousand years of kings at the moment.” Ellanta smiled gently, like thinking of an old friend.

She turned around, walked out of the terrace, and the wind pulled her robe, like there was an invisible door outside the terrace, and as she walked into that door, her figure gradually faded.

It then disappeared.

In many parts of the Four Realms Wilderness and Star Forest, disasters have revolutionized the elegant and tolerant way of life of the indigenous people here.

A meteorite landed in Quillings, destroying the King King, who was proud of the Wind Elves, and the whole city fell into a hellish sight, crying out loud.

Looking out into the darkness of the far reaches at the top of the Temple of the Stars and Moons, the city is filled with starlit flames and thick columns of smoke.

The elves all looked at the scene with a heavy face.

But after the wind that stood in front of the 12-pillar gallery, St. Osor was calm, standing quietly next to her by twenty-four knights, and the hunter's brother was somewhat rushed to the other side in the elves' attire - which they were not accustomed to today considering to be decent - but some were overly complex and gorgeous.

The King of the Genie's Coronation followed these men with some sincerity and fear, and there was some reluctance in his heart, but there was nothing he could do. He only heard the wise man say in a firm tone to the distant messenger:

“The Wind Pokémon will be allied with the Fine Praisers. ”

“My lord," the voice of the envoy was a little shaky, and he never dreamed that he would meet a wise man, how glorious it was, the most noble being of a thousand years. “I will convey every word of you completely.” He replied respectfully.

Elf Sister nodded: "Go back and prepare your emperor for war, which may determine the fate of all of us--”

Her voice passed away with the wind, as if it was drifting further away from the forest, where mountains and rivers, plains and lakes crossed the strait, into the furious peninsula of a thousand miles, along the current with the seasonal wind called 'Green’, to a place called Rosale.

This is where the year-round wind whistles, rolling sand through the canyon, carving out countless strange columns in the sand, huge and strange palaces above the cliffs, dragon shadows flying, inside one of the hundreds of palaces, a golden young dragon laying his chin on the windowsill, watching this scene with boredom.

“Aloz!” Outside the door came the voice of an elder.

Little Mother dragon grabbed a golden cup and threw it out, making a tinkling noise outside the hall, the elder's voice became angry and corrupt: "Damn, you attacked the senate members again, so you won't grow up, Aloz! ”

“For you.” Aloz leaves her mouth open and her huge body turns into a human figure in a glimmer of gold - she uses her hands to make huge curls of hair, and her golden pupils are full of boring colors.

She's been locked up for months.

“How dare you bribe the senate! ”

“Don't come back. ”

“Then I'll take it, I just want to tell you that even in the Dragon Nation... My God, you threw my beloved Golden Cup, and if I'm not mistaken, this is Odo II's collection...” The voice outside the door shouted out loud.

An old man with a white beard dragged on the floor walked in with a golden cup, and as he walked, he touched a pit on the golden cup, shushing.

“I have good news for you, Aloz. ”

“You have to tell me first, what's going on out there? ”

“I do not know, perhaps Lord Ovinrose summoned the Dragon Parliament.” Little old man looking around: “Where's Frofa? ”

“She got mad at me, and I gave her earrings to a mortal. ”

“Oh.” the little old man replied unexpectedly, "The relationship with the dragon is chaotic, otherwise there wouldn't be so many dragons in the world:“ You're an adult, Aloz. ”

“What are you talking about! ”

Little Mother Dragon almost thought she heard wrong, then screamed and jumped three lengths high, she rushed over like a cyclone, grabbed the latter's white beard with excitement, asked aloud:

“What's going on, say it again? ”

“Oh, my God, let go!” The little old man shouted impatiently, reaching for a bullet, and Aloz flew out like a shell, smashing a wall of the palace into a pair. She finally climbed back out of the smoke, looked at the old man in the face and threw up her tongue.

“What the hell is going on, Lord Tulvos? ”

“The temples were suddenly consented to by the Bahamas, and from this day on, the young generation of dragons will be adults, and when you hold the ceremony, you will feel the ancient will directly. ”

Aloz's golden pupils lit up: "Are the gods back? ”

“That's not true. I don't know if it came from outside the boundaries of the elements, or if it was left behind before. The sacrifices are already fried and are being investigated.” The little old man replied.

Little Dragon licked her lips: “So there's a war? ”

The latter nodded.

Aloz raised his head and looked out the window, as the dragon's shadow swept over the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice is echoing:

“Go cruise...! ”

……

Brando, Freya, where are you...?

A somewhat frightened, slight voice suddenly flashed through Gwendolyn's heart, and the dragon stopped, turning back, some doubtfully looking behind her - where the whole street was burning, the flames coming out of all the windows and doors, Mars rising and dancing in the smoke.

From time to time in the distance, the sound of the collapse of the building was heard, squeaking and squeaking, but the subtle sound seemed hallucinating and never appeared again. She squinted her eyes, reflecting the crystalline pavement reflected by the fire, as if all the moisture had been evaporated from the soil, the high temperatures flowing through the streets, the air seemed to distort, forming sparkling ripples.

Gwendolyn was not uncomfortable at high temperatures, and human beings often rumored that dragons lived in volcanoes, because dragons flew in the sky and burned everything they passed by, a claim that, in the view of scholars, was full of low-level fallacies, but did not hurt much.

Ice and fire, gas and earth, extreme elements for humans, environment dragons can extract nutrients from, so that people often find their tracks in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains, resulting in misunderstandings like this —— and adult dragons like Gwendolyn, even rolling in lava, is no big deal.

Of course, they don't do that until their brains are burned.

The dragons are actually pursuing comfort and the environment of Yuwo's existence, just as they are pursuing wealth, and their ecology is more similar to that of Morrill's merchants, greedy and selfish, greedy and entertaining.

A giant dragon like Gwendolyn is something else in a group of dragons.

Just as the same kind of people don't understand why they have to go all day long, dragons often have only one reason to go, which is extortion - kidnapping a princess of a kingdom and blackmailing a treasure trove of kings.

Gwendolyn's eyes searched every corner, and she was a fine person - or a fine dragon, whose lifestyle had developed over the years - but still had nothing to gain.

“Illusion? ”

The dragon queen frowned and looked back at the square in front of her, which was December Square.

Built in the year of the glorious return, this square was designed by the Dwarf master, Holzaus. Steel axe, of course, this square has been transformed and rebuilt for thousands of years, and at this moment, even if the designer himself climbs out of his grave, he may not be able to recognize his masterpiece.

Not to mention the square at this moment, even if its street keepers came here the day before, they wouldn't have recognized it.

The square is a bloody land, like the hills and basins Gwendolyn saw in Bilode, rich in some metallic elements, and the land is bright red.

But the land cracked at high temperatures, like a dry field, and the dragon queen slowly walked on a dry, cracked blood scab, emitting a crisp clatter like a broken bone.

The statue of Duke Duke Duke of the Knight collapsed completely from the base, the stone sculpture lying split in the center of the square, the head and one left arm by the fountain, the torso and the lower half lying in the center of the square, the horse lying at the bottom of the dry pool, one still holding the long sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointing to a burnt skeleton not far away.

Gwendolyn crossed the square and came to the skeleton, where she saw the tree-like ornament hanging from the skeleton's neck and ripped it off with her hands.

At this time, the skull actually moved slightly, and the jaw swayed, and the burnt vocal cords made a slightly dull sound.

“Save me, my lord, save me. ”

“Did the ceremony work? ”

“Success… My Lord, save me. ”

Gwendolyn turned around, and the pattern of blood on the center of the square was vortexed, and the burnt remains surrounded the center of the vortex, and she saw a few footprints and left towards the northeast.

“You did well. ”

“Save me… my lord. ”

Gwendolyn laughed and put her hand over her head, “No...” The scorcher screamed unwillingly.

“Why be afraid, death is the best redemption. ”

“Why… my lord?” The latter trembled in horror.

Gwendolyn's golden vertical eyes looked at him somewhat mercifully: "No one dies for nothing, and those who die need justice. ”

“No… you will go to hell too! ”

The sound stopped.

The dragon queen silently dumped the bishop's body, “Yes, I'll go to hell, too, soon.” She replied softly.

But it's all worth it.

She turned back and looked at the wildly dancing sea of fire, as if she had seen a quiet, confident figure from the flames, who looked at her silently through the flames.

“I'm sorry, we have no choice. This is the fate of all mankind. ”

Gwendolyn sighed.

The length of time has made life itself meaningless, and feelings seem weak for the immortal being, with only the eternal goal at the end of the long road attracting their attention.

She had seen many mortals whose brief life was nothing but a flickering glow in her eyes, existed in extinction, but a blinking moment.

She remembers more or less, but sympathy has long disappeared.

But there's always some goodwill and purity that always touches people.

If you can...

But unfortunately, she couldn't have given it all up for anyone, and when she inherited this bloody inheritance from her predecessors, she knew it already.

She must be held accountable for everyone who has died for this for tens of thousands of years, even if they may not be willing to, but that is not important.

If the pastoralists succeed, then everything is worth it.

She abandoned the bishop, who was no longer alive, turned around and headed northeast, and soon found the body of a giant wolf in the flames.

That's the son of Fenrir.

But the latter had been ripped open, his guts flowed all over the place, and half the street was covered with the beast's filthy, stinking blood. The dragon then came next to the body, squatting down and reaching out for half a day in its stomach, and then retrieving the bloody hand.

“No heart. ”

She nodded satisfied.

But the motion suddenly stalled.

“Brando, Freya, where are you...? ”

A somewhat frightened, subtle voice asked in her heart.

“Who?”

The dragon queen stood up, looked around with vigilant eyes, and the flames were burning around the square, but no one answered her question.

Apart from the sound of burning, there are no other sounds.

Yet it was at this time that the voice sounded again, voiceless, as if it were a ghost's sob.

“Brando, Freya, there you are, I'm so scared...? ”

……