The Amber Sword

“It would be nice not to have a war.” Haruze couldn't help but whisper that his silver eyes quietly reflected the golden light that had fallen from the sky, and although the little prince didn't know what it was, he instinctively felt that it might have something to do with his teacher: "Miss Les Mecca, what are the signs that the black moon broke? ”

Ms. Medusa seemed to be thinking about herself and didn't react for a moment.

She looked at the wilderness, and the pitch-black earth seemed to symbolize unmanned smoke. She looked out of the hills and could only see a deserted field. A windmill stood alone on a hill in the distance, reflecting the flames of the bear lake area. The leaf fans of the windmill had already rotted out, leaving only a bare frame, and not knowing who was tearing them apart.

It is hard to believe that this was once one of the most agriculturally prosperous areas of the Empire, supporting food consumption along the Gulf of Cloaks and Anzeluta, and that roads everywhere have now been cut off and commercial and trade activities have long stalled.

It is unclear what famine has struck the Reich this year.

Les Mecca had to think of her hometown, which, in the eyes of the underground people, was no less beautiful than it was here, but it was now in vain.

“Miss Les Mecca? ”

“Hmm?”

“What's wrong with you?” Haruze looked at her somewhat puzzled, and he had never seen Ms. Medusa so desperate.

“I'm sorry,” Les Mecca suddenly realized, pressing the scales on her forehead: “I'm distracted. ”

“What are you thinking?” Haruze asked.

“I was thinking about the Dark Elves. ”

Les Mecca lied.

But it is not entirely a lie, and about the middle of autumn, a clan of Dark Elves came to the surface and built their own territory far from Medusa's. They bring long-standing news of the underground world to the inhabitants of the ground world - demons have crossed the ashes and begun to attack areas above the hive.

Valhalla's fleet, although sailing in the sky, in fact sends people to the ground every day to gather nearby intelligence, both to identify possible hostilities and to supplement food and drinking water, when no transfer takes place.

Of course, in a barren land like Anzlova today, the former is more likely to be the case.

The fleet had heard about the Dark Elves in Les Mecca's mouth a few days earlier, and the others were only talking about it after tea, but it meant a lot to Les Mecca.

“Do you miss home, Les Mecca?” Haruze asked softly.

“I have no home, Your Highness. ”

Haruze looked at her with some curiosity.

Les Mecca sighed and explained: "I was a slave to the devil, and those who were treated as slaves had no home, and we were expelled from our homes and lost what we were meant to be. ”

Haruze was a little sad to hear, and he hurried, "Miss Les Mecca, perhaps you can ask your teacher to help you. He has defeated those demons before, and there must be a way. ”

Haruze acted confident in Brando, and in his view Brando was probably everything, at least he never let the student down.

Les Mecca looked at the little prince and shook her head. She did have that idea in mind, but until today, the fall of the Black Moon meant the advent of dusk, and she understood that the devils' movements could have originated there, and that if it had been the end of the world, neither the young man nor the Bukas would have been able to change it.

She thought about it and couldn't help but subconsciously press the necklace on her chest.

But it was at this time that the necklace shook slightly.

Les Mecca was creepy.

She raised her head, her pristine vertical eyes staring closely at the dark, painted woods not far away, and lowered her voice: "Who's there? ”

There was a somewhat surprising whisper in the forest.

“Les Mecca, is that you? ”

Haruze didn't know what was happening, and he couldn't help but look around - the knights in the woods in the back noticed the movement over here and were pulling their swords over, and then he saw Miss Medusa next to him stranded there as if she had been petrified.

“Kaya?” Les Mecca asked in a tentative manner.

A cheer came from the forest.

Then a young girl with a long bow and a long cloak jumped off a tree there, her hood folded behind her neck, revealing a beautiful white hair and pointed ears in the moonlight - obviously an elf, but her figure was much smaller than that of a regular wind elf and a silver elf, and her skin was dark, and her straight nose was slightly on either side of her nostrils, a pair of sparkling eyes like rubies, subconsciously thinking of some legendary vampire.

But there is no doubt that the other party is not a dead spirit, but a distant relative of the elves in the underground world, the Dark Elves.

Nor did Haruze think that Les Mecca had just mentioned to him that the Dark Elves had actually appeared, and that the Dark Elf Girl seemed to know Ms. Medusa beside him.

Kaya, a young Dark Elf girl, couldn't help but scream excitedly at Les Mecca. She dropped her long bow and jumped over, holding her tight with Les Mecca.

Ms. Medusa hurriedly stopped the knights leaning up behind her and then embraced the little girl. She also seemed excited. She took a closer look at her face before kissing her forehead as Medusa's etiquette had been with her for a long time, and knew that the etiquette would be used by Medusa's closest friends.

He couldn't help but look at this Dark Elf girl with some curiosity. In some of the knowledge Brando taught him about Jorgendigan, the Dark Elves survived independently and this matrilineal society had little to do with the rest of the inhabitants underground.

Les Mecca and Kaya chirped in their underground language for half a day before pulling the latter's hand in front of Haruze and introducing him: "Your Highness, this is Kaya, whom I met with her in the slave camps of the devils, who saved me several times. ”

“Sister Les Mecca saved me a few times," Kaya said, "The word is round, this Dark Elf girl can understand the language on the ground, and the tone is very standard:“ Your Highness, Prince of Humanity, hello, Zhokasa protects you. ”

Haruze knows that Drokatha is a spider goddess, but she is also Martha, who is almost like the goddess of the dead moon that the spirits believe in, and is actually just one aspect of order.

“Hello, Miss Kaya.” He nodded politely and then glanced at Ms. Medusa beside him, apparently not quite sure what was going on.

“Kaya brought news about the underground,” Les Mecca explained hastily, understanding what the little prince's eyes meant. "Didn't you ask what the fall of the Black Moon represented earlier, Your Royal Highness, which represented a twilight awakening? ”

“Ah!” Haruze surprised.

“Don't worry, Your Royal Highness,” Ms. Medusa waved, indicating not to interrupt herself: "But the dragon of dusk seems to have lost touch with the world, and the demons have caused civil strife, which happened two months ago, when Kaya escaped. ”

“Two months ago,” Haruze remembered: "Wasn't that the first time we met a dragon? ”

“Almost at that time, the demons were still hunting each other until a few days ago, which suggests something must have gone wrong with the Dragon of Dusk," Les Mecca said with some excitement. “The Dragon of Dusk did not appear after the fall of the Black Moon. Perhaps the rumor is true. ”

“… what rumors? ”

“Tianqing's knight completely defeated it, and if it doesn't show up after the tide, the demons will return to the sea of chaos, perhaps we will have a chance to return to the ashes.” Ms. Medusa's voice couldn't help but get a few points high, her fists clenched and her eyes sparkled, and Haruze had never seen her like this.

“Miss Kaya,” he asked. "Is it true what Les Mecca said, that the Dragon of Dusk is dead? ”

Kaya shook her head in vain: “I don't know, but the demons are starting to make civil strife, they were stuck in front of the beehive, and they killed a sea of blood in Jorgendigan, and it was on this occasion that we escaped. ”

She thought about it and said, "Your Highness, there is nowhere for me and my people to go right now. I hear the Empire may recover this place at any moment. I've heard Sister Les Mecca talk about you and your sister. I'd like to implore you to take us in for a while. We can definitely help you--”

“Ah?” Haruze stunned. He knew that the Dark Elves who fled to the ground must not be one or two people. If they could be called clans, they must have numbered at least several hundred. Dark Pokémon, though matrilineal clan societies, fought courageously, competing with other peoples beneath the earth and with demons all the time. Individual fighting power was in fact much better than their relatives on the surface.

These people are both powerful and potentially troublesome, and his knowledge of the nation is limited to what Brando tells him, but he cannot capture the character of the other person.

If these Dark Pokémon are fighting and greedy and ambitious, isn't he bringing back trouble for his sister?

The little prince was distressed for a while and thought that if the teacher were here, he would be able to make a decision easily.

“His Royal Highness,” Les Mecca said suddenly: "Promise her that the Dark Elves will not stay on the ground for long, until the devil retreats, and we will return to the ashes. Until then, we can help you and your sister a lot. ”

Haruze rubbed his eyebrows and rubbed his heart. This was like his sister. If Brando were here, he might have mistakenly thought he saw the ‘little princess’ he had seen in his dreams.

“Miss Kaya,” he thought to himself, imagining what Brando would do if he were here, and then he said, “Can you tell me more about the Dragon of Dusk, what happened? ”

Haruze decided to confirm that the devil would return to chaos before deciding how to answer this question.

Kaya was stunned to hear the question, probably not thinking about the connection between the two, but she reacted quickly and almost unconsciously answered something.

But the phrase was too fast and did not appear to be a language on the ground, causing Haruze to fail to understand.

However, His Royal Highness the Little Prince did not understand, but Les Mecca did. Her face changed slightly and she subconsciously said: "Impossible! ”

Unexpectedly Kaya did not follow her this time, the Dark Elf girl shook her head firmly and said something again, because she was talking to Les Mecca, so the opening was a string of underground words.

Listening to this phrase, Les Mecca revealed a shocking look on her face, and she subconsciously placed her hand on her chest, feeling the necklace on her neck another slight stroke.

Then it suddenly began to glow and slowly rose from the snow-white groove of this Medusa woman.

Kaya stared at the hanging as if she saw something sacred.

……