The Amber Sword

“So this place is called Rosalind, Maddalene, in its northwest direction? How far is Kyufeng from here? ”

Brando sat in a wagon dumped on the floor, picked up a water bag from Big Congratulations' guard, sipped it gently, mixed with the sweet taste of spirits, with some kind of grassy leaf aroma, infiltrated his dry throat as if it were about to burn, and gave him an immediate spiritual shock.

He wasn't drunk in the past, but when he came to the world, his habits changed a lot, from boys to men, according to St. Osor. He snorted at this assertion because he knew that an elf sister was actually a alcoholic, which was just a pretext for her to express her position on alcohol.

Brando's gaze at the distance, the night is cool as water, and the breeze blows through this 700-shattered merchant camp on the banks of the Chusanze River with a hint of Shawther in mind.

The wagon was scattered, and the escorts had to find a way to pick up a grain of black crystal from the ground and gather the unbroken wagons together - but even if part of it was temporarily repaired, the rest was still more than a third of the original, and a lot of black crystal could only be piled up on the ground, as if it were a hill.

The dim surface flashes dim light under the fire.

He already knows that these people are businessmen on the road, that businessmen and bandits are no different in many parts of Warnde, that they behave according to rules in civilized areas, but once they get to the wilderness, killing people and eating black stuff happens, it doesn't matter to anyone.

The temperament of these people is obviously not someone who has never done anything like this.

According to them, they trade back and forth between Rosalind and Tomro, mainly with the dead, who are the spirits of Madara, who can also name the black rose of Bromando, but according to their description, this is the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon, but do not know exactly where it is.

This place should be close to Jiufeng, but he knows nothing about Rosalind, nor about the plain of rain swallows overlooking it across the Channel. For Jiufeng, Brando only knows one name and many legends.

The kingdom of Jiufeng has trade relations with Eruin, Cruz and St. Osor, but the geographical distance between the two sides is too far away, the fleet may not arrive once a year and a half, and more importantly, Jiufeng has no players.

It should be on the south or east side of Madara, but I don't know where Tomro is. In the description of the other side, this place is a territory ruled by dark nobles, lords as dark nobles of mankind, but not necromancers, like the black knights of mankind.

The vast interior of the Dead Moon shaped the spirit of Madara. To the west and north of the Dead Moon Sea, the Dead Spirits established fourteen great lords, all of whom were well known about these territories and Lord Brando above them. But on the other side of the Dead Moon Sea, the situation is different. Even the dead themselves, I'm afraid, do not know where the Black Rose of Brahmandu is on the border of the country in this direction.

The term national territory may be somewhat inaccurate, because when empires are truly established, this dark country is a loose concept, where the spiritual lords are divided and their territories may extend into areas where civilization has never set foot, but where there is a lack of real management of those lands.

Even the Supreme Empire with the Mercury Wand, I'm afraid, is not clear whether there are still exiled spiritual lords in the endless wilderness south of the Sea of the Dead Moon, so Brando's lack of knowledge of the place is perfectly normal.

Just as he had never heard of the rose frontiers of these populations, the white bone wilderness and the wars of the dead against the clusters, and the history of all aspects of this mafia, man's knowledge was, after all, limited in vision and had limits.

But the references in these populations to the dead and the clusters —— the strange wars in their mouths -- remind him of something.

Historically, in the Second Black Rose War, Madara's elite recruited mercenaries from the Dead Moon Sea to participate in the war. These dark mercenaries went through hundreds of wars, causing great trouble for the players of Eruin, but little is known about them.

Now it seems that these dark mercenaries are supposed to come from the White Bone Wilderness, and this news is a little exciting for Brando, since the will of the mercury wand can affect this place, it means that it is not too far from the core of Madara.

Just going through Madara or going back to Warnde by boat through Kyufeng needs to be considered.

After all, he had no idea that the space-time rift would transmit itself to this remote part of Amber Sword.

He raised his head and looked at the leaders of the merchants who were somewhat in awe of themselves - or rather, fearful - who already knew each other's name was Nashin, and not far from each other, a long, young and two nine-phoenix people, one named Liu, others called him Mr. Liu, and the other little girl named Phoenix Fire.

Phoenix fire.

This is the family name of the Jiufeng royal family, Brando still knows about this, because Eko's fiancée, Yura, is also the heir of the Yufeng clan. The blind girl's original name was Phoenix, and it is no secret in the hereafter.

These two are not simple, and Mr. Liu should be the guardian of the little girl, both of whom have the strength to indoctrinate elements, and the former who have touched the threshold on the side of truth.

Such a person is one of the first to exist even in a country such as Cruz and Fine Zan.

And the little girl seemed more naive, but she had stepped into the realm of elements. This gift was a bit of a shock to Brando. You know, he himself had the system on. The average genius had to be at least thirty years old to step into this field. Gilt, the king of flames in history, was nothing compared to this little girl called Phoenix Fire.

Such a person cannot be an unknown person in history, only that he knows too little about Jiufeng and can only darken the other person's heart.

But what's strange about him is that a talent like Phoenix Fire should be a natural, but the latter has no flaws: intelligence is normal, emotions are high, and although there is some super age stability, if that's a flaw, then Martha is too biased.

With such doubt in his heart, he turned his eyes to others. With his current strength, you can see the strength of this merchant team on and off silver in a glance. This strength is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but it's a little dazzling to put it next to a smuggler.

The level of strength placed on and off silver in Eruin is enough to be a knight's closest minister to some lords, a mercenary with status even in several major empires, and there is really no problem in even seeking a squad deputy position in a regular legion, and there is no reason to be a dead man.

In other words, if the merchant team were not special, it would only indicate that the average level of strength in the Rosalind region might have exceeded that of the Empire.

Of course, Rosalind should not appear to be a much more prosperous region or a much smaller population among these populations. Similar places can also be found in St. Osor and Cruz, as folk style is martial and the level of strength may be considerably higher.

However, Brando heard from the narrative descriptions of these people. Rosalind and Rain Swallow Plains overlook the Channel. There is actually no connection to Madara and is more deeply influenced by the culture of Jiufeng, but this marginal area is much poorer than Rain Swallow Plains.

This suggests a problem where Lord Rosalind is actually no better than the rest of the Lord of the Swallow Plains, who would otherwise have no reason to hold on to this place where the birds do not lay eggs. And after his questioning, it came to pass that the Lord's ancestors had all migrated over the Strait to this place one hundred and seventy years earlier.

The reasons for moving here are self-evident.

But this is far from over, because Brando learned from Nassin's description that the Rain Swallow Plains have not yet reached the edge of Nine Phoenix, and that, in the view of the rich and powerful people of Nine Phoenix, the conflict in these marginal areas has nothing to do with them - not because of pride, but because it does not pose a threat at all.

When he heard about it, Brando had a bottom in his heart for Jiufeng's strength level. He wondered why the spirit had not expanded eastward. After all, Madara's skeleton was not a brainless zombie.

But Nashin's words made him feel a little troubled. Rosalind looked out over the sea from the Yuyan plain. However, the Yuyan plain was not yet within the boundaries of the land of Jiufeng. If the distance between the two was too far, he had to carefully consider the feasibility of taking the boat from Jiufeng back to Warnde.

Seriously, he doesn't really want to go back through Madara to exclude emotional factors, but the hostile attitude of the dead towards the living is also a problem. And from the land crossing the month of death, it was clear that much more preparation and time had to be spent than by sea, during which he did not know how many dangers to encounter, even if he was not afraid of them, but he knew that the Second Black Rose War between Eruin and Madara was imminent.

Not to mention how long the seal that Miss Tata had sacrificed her life would last and how could she have wasted too much time on the road?

Looking at him sitting on the carriage with a slight frown, the others didn't dare say anything for a while, and they haven't even asked about Brando's identity yet, because the strange bodies scattered outside the camp are the best proof of this young man's identity ——

It was almost a hundred weirdos, all dead under this young man's sword. Looking back at that scene, the guards in the merchant team didn't know if they were dazzled or frightened.

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