The Amber Sword

“You're a Black Fireman,” Chipamila smiled. “Do you know where the Black Firemen come from? ”

The young man is stuck.

Pandora's magic box was opened, wars and plagues followed by monsters and catastrophes, as was the case in the era of the so-called disaster of civilization.

It was the most glorious time of the Temple of the Earth, and Gaia's daughters guarded the world of civilization and order with the Minors. In those days, Shipamira knew that there had been such a group of people who had lost their families and loved ones as a result of the monster's invasion, vowed revenge, stamped with a black flame, and fought monsters all their lives.

They are called the three swords of civilization, together with the Temple, the Legion.

But time is running out and swords are decaying.

She gave an eye to the big man, the latter immediately rushed up to the girl with the thick eyebrows and ran, and the crowd finally began to turn around. The young man in the black robe stayed halfway and hesitated to follow him.

It took him a while to pull the brooch representing the secretary off his robe and throw it into the ruins beside him.

Behind the crowd, a dozen tentacles finally caught up with Chipamila and pressed her together.

“Miss Cleric!” The girl with the big eyebrows couldn't help screaming.

Hippamilla's figure disappeared.

Friedrich's tentacles surround the priestly lady in the center, interwoven with thousands of faces, these changing deities, whispering haunting whispers, like a low sigh in her ear, stealing private words, and ringing.

Hippamilla felt a voice squeezed into her mind, like hundreds of people echoing together, repeating different tones, different content, humming, noisy, but biased towards understanding the content.

“They betrayed you. ”

“The Temple of the Earth no longer exists. ”

“I know you, little girl. ”

“You are the priest of the Temple of the Earth. ”

“You don't belong in this era...”

Hippamilla stared at this big guy with her lips clasped and frowned. She still had a little fear in her heart, but she was Shepherd of Himilud, the goddess herding above the earth, and she had to wait for the sheep to stand here.

She took a gentle breath and her breasts fluttered gently. “I know you too, Fredrich, and your mantra doesn't confuse me.” She said out loud.

A low laugh shoved into her head.

“Ha-ha-ha. ”

“But I found something interesting in these people's minds...”

“Would you like to see it? ”

“Poor, formerly glorious temples are now subordinates to savages. ”

“Do you know how the Temple of the Earth perished? ”

Noisy voices are upside down, annoying, and hundreds of tones coincide, like hundreds of people chattering in your head.

“Those mortals don't understand...”

“How arrogant you are. ”

“They know nothing but fly camp dogs. ”

“They killed your companions and betrayed your faith...”

“You're out of line with the world. ”

Hipamila is silent.

At the end of the sentence, she stabbed her heart. The girl's eyes were bright and crystalline, her mouth was slightly open, but her heart was full of softness. She understood that she did not fit into the world.

This is not her time.

Similoud, king of the Chongshan Mountains, had her pride in carving the throne at the peak of the mountains, enduring years of cold winds.

And her priests are equally arrogant, and every shepherd is the most outstanding, most beautiful young girl of her age, whose heart is pure, her will is unwavering, and her status is admirable.

This arrogance is born as if nature were above mortals, who guard mortals like sheep watching goddesses.

Because lambs are weak and need their protection.

They are so powerful that they can show mercy.

But after all, that era was over...

She understood that from the moment she was summoned to the world.

It was a time of mortals, where Hippamilla silently hid her pride in herself, a smart girl who knew how to protect herself - she learned to smile politely, as if she were gentle and approachable, as if she were a girl next door.

She watches the world without saying a word, because she understands that she is incompatible with the world and only evaluates it in her heart - backward production techniques, obsolete armaments, weak strength, no firm will to fight, this is the age of mortals.

It may be mild, but it's too weak. If the goddess were still there, it would look different.

How should a world like this fight dusk?

She found it strange that she did not understand why Lord Martha and the Gods had arranged this, but, on the one hand, did not dare to consult historical books about the past.

She understands she's scared.

Because pride cannot tolerate mistakes.

“They won't even learn to be in awe. ”

“They only have cheap gratitude...”

“But it will soon disappear and you will be forgotten. ”

“Only worship and awe can last. ”

“Go kill them...”

Friedrich's voice follows a good temptation.

Yet the ruby on the last sheep-head nail automatically lit up - the knight's heart of fear comes from the fearless spirit, which eliminates all fear and confusion, immunizes all disturbances from spirit and will, shields the mind, and clears the mind.

Chipamila sobered up and lost her sight, her eyes became stronger and stronger.

“In the end, arrogance leads to destruction. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of the Temple of the Earth is but a link in history. Its very existence is but a moment for the world itself.” She answered openly.

“Ha-ha-ha. ”

“Listen to this arrogant tone...”

“Look at this high priest...”

“Comment on the course of history in the eyes of mortals. ”

“How arrogant it seems that you still have the status of past in your heart. ”

Friedrich's voice was pointy and meticulous, as if it were the noise of an earring from a file.

Hippamilla looked up at these interwoven tentacles and said out loud, “Friedrich, you can't confuse me. My personality is not my weakness, and I have never been ashamed of it, because pride in my heart is not the source of blindness ——”

“And because I've met so many people better than me, Friedrich, even in this day and age. ”

Fredrich silenced down and said in a dull tone:

“Oh?”

“Someone could have asked a Shimilud cleric to say something like this. ”

“How confusing. ”

“You're lying, little girl. ”

“Disappointing and abhorrent, the time of the ancestors is over, leaving a disgusting world behind. ”

Hippamilla laughed, and she said with admiration, "That's because you haven't seen him, he can fight an empire for a promise - he's not strong, but he's brave and determined, he's humble and he's clean, he has no vice, he's neither floating nor arrogant, he carries such pure ideals and beliefs, as if from ancient wisdom, and I'm not exaggerating, I have full respect for adults ——”

Friedrich's voice buzzed back, finally turning into one: “The reverence of a Himmyloud cleric is confusing...”

“Let me see your little thoughts. ”

“Seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth. ”

“You can't fool yourself, little girl...”

“Tell me, who is it? ”

Hippamilla smiled and replied, "My lord. ”

“A mortal?” The voices were filled with disdain.

The former sighed lightly and looked at these terrible tentacles in front of him with a strange look: “This is the age of mortals, Fredrich. ”

“So what?” Fredrich replied with a strong sense of contempt: "You expect a mortal to come and save you? ”

“My lord will not come to save me," replied Shipamira. "He is here to kill you. ”

Friedrich made a deafening laugh and shook up more than a dozen tentacles as if he'd heard the world's funniest joke.

A mortal, kill him?

Brando sneezed heavily, he couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows. Since entering the golden class, natural illness has not been able to get to him. He has to be hundreds of times more physically fit than ordinary people, saying that the shape of a cow is devalued.

Is there someone spreading an unnatural plague around here?

He knows that Andersha and Mayad are in town, and while the latter is dead, who knows how many other shepherds there are, and the herders love to play with these filthy things.

Since his last contact, Hippamilla has lost contact with his mind, but he feels the decline of his pool of elements and realizes that the other side may be caught in battle.

Who knows if he's a tree herder?

Or maybe a tree herder.

His eyes swept away from both sides of the burning street. At this time, Nancheng District should burn almost as much. There was only some residue left in the two rows of houses. The unburning masonry kept the original structure, but it was hard to tell how long they could stand after going to the support of the wood structure.

Soon he saw a group of refugees...

The slower the walker.

The first girl with the big eyebrows stopped, and the others stopped successively, as if they were infected.

None of us spoke, to say that it is the best result at the moment. Fortunately, only two or three people lost the rest of their lives after the robbery. In front is the temple, and as long as they get there, they will be safe.

But they didn't have a little bit of happiness in their hearts, they were depressed, and nobody knew how to talk.

On weekdays, when life is at stake, most people here are afraid to keep everyone behind them as long as they escape.

But at this time, they felt as if they had filled their feet with lead and couldn't walk one by one.

The little boy doesn't understand the silence of the adults. He only asks the clergyman. I tried to turn around a few times, but the big guy pulled me over.

The big man didn't say a word, he was a knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it far away.

The young girl with the thick eyebrows grabbed his hand and sinked in her heart, but she could not blame anyone, for what use would it be if they stayed?

“The majesty will not die," she muttered. “She said that the lord would come to save her, and she was so sure. ”

“Lord Lord? ”

“But how could a priest have a lord?” Someone asked.

Everyone quickly came up with the reason. “The grownups lied to us, and she feared we wouldn't leave.” As soon as this was said, everyone went silent.

There are always a few people in the world who are really cold, and some are selfish, but it's just an instinct for survival.

All those present felt was tight throats, seemed to have more dryness in their eyes, and some of them blinked desperately.

The young man in the black robe followed silently at the end of everyone.

But for a moment, he thought he seemed to see something, turned around and saw nothing over the street. He rubbed his eyes and wondered if he had been thinking so much lately that he had hallucinated, but his mind was always confused. He did not know where he should go next after he wanted to leave the council, or was thinking about the last words of the clergyman.

Do you know where the Black Firemen come from?

He knows, of course, what the origins of the Black Firemen are, and the bishops have repeatedly propagated them as a glorious history of the past. But there are not many believers in the lower ecclesiastical, many of whom participate in clandestine organizations for a variety of purposes, most of them merely to seek asylum, and he is one of them.

Much more, perhaps acquiescing in his identity, but subconsciously, he still doesn't believe that the black firemen have ever had such a glorious past.

“Are we really fighting to cleanse the world?” Asked himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to the question, but he could feel it, and the clergyman looked at him without any discrimination.

Nor is it as disgusting as the nobles.

He thought about these things and turned around, stunned to find that everyone present had taken a silent step back.

So suddenly he seemed to stand in the middle of the crowd.

“What's going on?” The young man freaked out.

And then he hears a voice that he doesn't even want to recall in his dreams, as if it came from the deepest part of the nightmare.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the clergyman you speak of, is this the lady? ”

Such a polite way of asking questions is like a nobleman's unique tone, but the tone of the other party is not slow and high, but makes people feel gentle and peaceful and approachable.

Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared before them with some dismay.

He's an Earl.

Big guy thinks.

This man is not a Cruz.

He may be the lord of the majesty, but such an idea sprang up in the brains of a young girl with thick eyebrows.

……