The Amber Sword

“No, there can be no mistake, this plan, our plan, it must be perfect!” Like an empty shell of lost thought and soul, Gwendolyn the Dragon reveals the ultimate glow of fear in her eyes, bites her teeth tight, and exhausts her final courage and strength to compete with the control of 'Green’.

It's as if it's the only thing she can do, but it looks more like a drowning man struggling to die.

Sweat, like a stream, converged on her cheek and elongated mandible, leaving her hands to emit a line of law over the scepter in the middle of the sky. Her skin was pale and she lost its blood color, a thin layer of crystal, and the pale blue chords below were clearly visible, quickly trembling.

But the turquoise wand flew firmly into ‘Roman’ 's hand, and the businesswoman smiled in the black cocoon and raised her right hand, letting the green fall on her white palm, then held it together with her five fingers.

At that moment, Gwendolyn felt only a moment of darkness in front of her, as if she had been struck in the face by a archmage who had stepped into the Holy Land with a fourteen rings of 'Dust to Dust' spell. The whole body and even the soul trembled, as if they were going to fly away at any moment.

It's all over...

This dragon queen's heart seemed to have fallen into a pitch-black bottomless abyss, and despair overshadowed her mind, as if she could never see anything again, leaving an endless remorse.

“Gwendolyn!” But a voice was like a lightning bolt through her dark heart.

It was an angry sound, not a reproach, but a roar: "Now there's still a chance, are you going to give up? Tree herders? I thought you guys were good. Didn't think that was it? Or who are you gonna throw this mess to? ”

Gwendolyn was not unfamiliar with the sound of her complacent anger and disappointment, but Brando's indifference deeply stabbed her self-esteem.

“No, what do you know!” As if we had found a target that could exasperate anger in our hearts, Gwendolyn roared with the same anger in her heart: "I didn't give up, it just didn't work, we were all fooled, I was a total loser! Yes, I hurt everyone! ”

“Don't blame everyone for your weakness. If I were you, I'd die halfway through the battle. Only a coward would kneel and beg for forgiveness! Besides, it doesn't make any sense because no one will have mercy on you..." Brando tried his best to fly in that direction, but in his eyes, ‘Roman’ in the black cocoon had no movement, but the distance between her and Gwendolyn, and him, was getting farther and farther.

It was like a space that had been folded up and now flattened, a fragmented world that had suddenly multiplied several times, a grey mesh structure stretching beneath dusk, a growing distance between the meshes, as if it were turning eyes, and Gwendolyn, who was still in front of her, was on each side of the sky.

Brando did not know what the will of dusk was doing, but it would not be a good thing at all. When he saw Gwendolyn's lost spirit, he understood that it was what he had expected - that the pastoralist had indeed been set aside by the dragon of dusk.

Are you kidding me? How can a big BOSS like Dusk Dragon be planted in front of a conspiracy trick? Any trick in front of absolute strength is pointless. The funny thing is that the herdsmen can't even see the logic of deceiving themselves for thousands of years.

Of course, perhaps the ancestors of the ancestral herders had other plans, but by this time their successors had clearly gone astray. When the wolf disaster in Amber Sword struck, how did it turn out that the Bukas, unlike the Silver Elves and Dragons, thought of countless ways to deal with Esis and her daughters?

It wasn't until the last battle, when NPC was sacrificed, that the player barely won after an almost suicidal attack.

In the face of such a hierarchy of power, the plan may work, but at the end of the day, absolute strength is needed to end the problem.

So he didn't like the pastoralists' farce at first.

Only a guy like Andersha, who's been brainwashed by faith and doctrine, can be sure of their success.

But what angered him most was the dragon queen, Andersa, who had injured countless innocent people for the farce, the death of the Silver Queen, the war in Cruz, and the tragedy of many bereaved families, the souls of Eruin Ambesser.

It's over.

They're going to give up?

When death was never Brando's character, he would have left the Sword of Amber with his sister, not from Eruin to St. Osor, then from St. Osor to Finn Zan, joined the Order of Grexius, constantly entangled with Madara's skeleton.

His creed never bent his knees and surrendered, even if it was death, leaving a deep scar on the enemy.

‘Empire, you can kill me, but you can't conquer me--’

This is the last words of Anzeluta's rebels, Heights' proudest hero Hearst, before his death, and one of Brando's motto words in the game.

Gwendolyn therefore profoundly provoked him at the last moment by his weak writings, and if they persisted in the end, he might also look at the pastoralists, but the other party's performance at this moment is undoubtedly blasphemous of all those who believed in them.

Including the ghosts who died at their hands.

Brando's words finally helped, and Gwendolyn's eyes were brilliant again. In fact, she was not weak, she just couldn't bear everything the herders had spent tens of thousands of years preparing, but it turned out to be a ridiculous joke.

But she herself was not afraid of death.

Yeah, she's right, she's another person who makes people see jokes on herself, even if the opponent is the Dragon of Dusk. She's the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn, and that name means pride.

Gwendolyn raised her head and roared, and a pair of dark wings grew from behind her. She gently slapped this wing, then the body began to grow, the neck grew longer and longer, the five fingers grew long claws, the forehead produced horns, covered with black and thick scales, and a tail grew from behind her.

Between her eyes, she turned into a colossal black dragon.

Not an underage dragon like Aloz, she has a long life, a wealth of knowledge and experience, and inherits the blood from the ancient dragons. Many years ago, Gwendolyn had the capital known as the Cologne.

She raised her head, went up to the sky, went down to the ground, and the tail alone was hundreds of meters long, a pair of wings covering the sun, not knowing how much bigger than Brando was when he saw her body in Warnde.

Brando knows that's because this is a world of elements and spirituality, where dragons' blood and spiritual power show the strongest strength.

But ‘Roman' didn't even look at her.

“Brando, are you going to shoot me too? ”

Brando, who was doing his best to fly to the area between Roman and Gwendolyn, seemed to have been stabbed with a sword in his chest, his face turned white and the anger in his chest disappeared: “Roman...? ”

“It's just me, Brando, unfortunately I can't travel the world with you and become the biggest businessman. ”

“Mr. Brando, what's wrong with you?” Ruth looked at Brando with a terrible face, his fingers clattering with two swords, his fingers white as if they were bare bone joints, couldn't help but ask.

But Brando never heard of it.

“You're not Roman. ”

“You can also say that, but I can still feel feelings for you in my heart, unfortunately the will of dusk prevents me from having this feeling, I will make you a decent ending, you will live forever in my memory. ”

“Give me my Roman back!” Brando looked in that direction and almost burst into flames in his eyes, biting his teeth and saying almost word for word.

‘Miss Merchant’ was silenced and her voice sounded again a moment later: "I'm sorry, Brando, I'm afraid I can't do it. ”

“Gwendolyn!” Brando roared: “Work with me! ”

Gwendolyn is fully awake at this moment, and the dragon queen of this herder is psychologically disrespectful of Brando's orders, but reason tells her what to do at this moment.

She made a low roar, wings flashing and flew past ‘Roman’ like a black light.

‘Miss Merchant' smiled.

The world is now radically different in the eyes of dusk, and what is ridiculous is that these self-proclaimed heirs of this civilization do not understand this, and these humble creatures always struggle in their shallow eyes, which may be the sadness of all things.

They are not even as good as Martha, who, although created by the gods, is above the Martanian civilization in her eyes, and perhaps the battle will continue for a long time if she does not have to shelter these foolish children.

Ridiculously, it was these people she sheltered who gave their lives to herself.

“That's why order comes to light. ”

She grinned.

Changes are beginning to occur in space.

Gwendolyn, who was flying all the way to ‘Roman', suddenly saw many strange scenes, and suddenly there were many more strange things in this fragmented elemental world.

It's a silver network, suspended in a pitch-black space, down, a blue continent.

……