The Amber Sword

Early morning, when the first rays of sunshine hit the surface of the Chusanze River, the Rosalind region arrived, although the distant high and low rolling earth mounds were still covered in a thin layer of morning mist, and the crisp birds roared in the woods after the fog, making it hard to believe that there had been a battle of life and death just one night earlier.

Had it not been for the broken carriages of the merchants and the wreckage of the strangers bare in the cold winds of the morning, they would have spread around the camp.

But the strange corpses around the camp were much less than at night, and Brando had Nassin's scavengers bury the excess corpses in nearby woodlands, leaving only seven or eight still intact.

After all, more than a hundred strange deaths here are remarkable, and Rosalind's knights cannot be explained if they are found. That Xin later thought of it. He wanted to use it as a bargain, but then he issued a sealed order that his men would not tell him what had happened that night.

He lacks trust in his men, the villains and the dead, but their brains are absolutely adequate when it comes to their own lives.

Those who had fled the previous night were also gradually recovered, and the bodies of some were found on the beach of the Chusanze River, not far from the camp, and were torn apart by strange chases before they had escaped several hundred metres.

There are a few lucky escapees, but they won't dare return to Rosalind for a short time. After all, the cleaners have always had only one way to deal with this abandoned companion, which is to cut off their hands and feet and throw them into the wilderness.

These traitors will be wanted, and their lives for the rest of their lives will either remain anonymous forever, or simply go to the Yuyan Plains for opportunities to find prominence in that troubled region.

And of course, more people, after choosing to go that way, disappear forever into people's horizons.

Brando watched Nassin and his men busily dig a pit in the woods, then transport the weird body in a carriage, throw it in the pit, cover it with dirt, and disguise it with grass leaves and shrubs. Everything was perfect, as if they did something like this all the time, but as for what was buried there, it wasn't very good to say —— it certainly wouldn't be a weird corpse anyway.

In fact, in Brando's view, there was no need for such trouble. He was just in the mindset that it was one thing to do less. If the knights of Rosalind really found out, it wouldn't be a big deal. What would Rosalind's lord do to him?

Of course, he could see that Nassin and his crew were trying to please themselves, but that was fine, and sometimes it was better to make them grateful than to make them awe, especially for the dead.

At seven or eight o'clock, the sun began to shine away the fog, but the merchants still had no sign of departure, as Nassin and his men were still arguing about how to get to Rosaline - the carriage was damaged too much to take away all the black crystals, and no one had wanted to stay in the wilderness since the previous night's attack, but they had to throw away the excess black crystals.

This dilemma made it difficult for the scavengers to find Mr. Liu in the first place in the hope of borrowing a carriage from the latter, who did not hesitate to reject them.

So the matter had to stop, and after all, these dead men would not dare to bargain with a swordsman of the kingdom of heaven.

Brando can help these people at random. After all, he has a tower to give him a suspended celestial sphere, a higher level of space equipment than a dimensional hole. Don't say a few tons of black crystals, but it doesn't take much effort to fit the entire convoy in. However, he did not say anything, because he knew very well what the smugglers were, whether they were in Eruin or on the border between Madara and Kowloon, which was not inferior and notorious.

Why would a normal person do that?

Though they saved his life, he saved their lives, which is even, and I'm afraid the debt these guys carry is enough to make them die 10,000 times.

It's just that Brando doesn't kill because of this. He thinks he's not a judge. Even if the Silver Queen is to the left with his ideas, it's because she counts him and the people around him that he has to fight back.

Perhaps these people deserve to die, but it is not his turn to arbitrate.

But at least don't expect him to help you, especially with what Miss Tata sent you to help these people, which Brando also feels is a blasphemy.

He took a look at these bickering guys and began to get impatient, hoping that the groundsnakes would take him into Rosalind, but now he had to find a more direct way. He found Mr. Liu and Phoenix Fire and told them that he was in a hurry, but this time Mr. Liu had no idea, and they told him that they had long wanted to leave, just waiting for him to make a decision.

Brando was a little flattered, but he also knew that respect stemmed from awe of the powerful power he showed himself last night.

Although the Jade Phoenix did not seek him yet, in the absence of a conflict of interest, anyone could understand the difference between dealing well with a strong man and offending a strong man.

But just as the three men were about to leave, Brando unexpectedly discovered the emergence of humans on the other side of the Chusanze River, a group of knights wearing silver glittering armor and riding a wingless dragon, with a crown emblem swallowtail flag at the tip of their guns, and based on some of the information Nassin had told him about Rosaline, he could tell at first glance that the knights should be under Lord Rosalind's command.

Brando couldn't help but wait to see that Rosalind's knights patrolled here, and when these knights saw Brando and Nassin and others, they had to give a shocking look.

Brando saw these people strangling the reins, slowing down the speed of the two-legged wingless dragons, as if they were discussing something with each other, and then a man came out to the side of the Chusanze River, across the river, shouting at them:

“Martha on, which way are you? ”

“What way?” Brando was looking back to ask Nashin, but saw that the Qingdao men had stopped arguing when the Knight of Rosalind appeared. Nashin came out of the crowd and looked at him with some apologies, about realizing that his previous actions might be somewhat rude and had caused the ‘adult’ some discomfort.

But greed always blinds people, and for a dead man like them, there is no way.

He walked over to Brando and looked at the knights across the river, like he was discerning who they were. But it was obviously a little difficult to do this through a full-body armor and an almost airtight metal mask, and he finally had to try and say, “I'm Nassin, Pan Lind's Nassin, the gentleman across the street. ”

“‘Camel' Nashin, it's you. God, we thought you weren't coming back.” The leading knight had not yet answered, but the men behind him made a noise, and someone opened his mask and revealed a bearded, frosty face.

But Brando noticed these people's eyes burning, most of them sweeping in and out of the merchants' carriages, like some greedy reptiles patrolling their treasures.

That Singh's eyes were not bad, he couldn't bear to insinuate that he was going to bleed this time, although within the territory of Rosalind, the army and the smugglers mostly retained some kind of private acquiescence, so long as they crossed the Chusanze River, there was no such thing as the military seized the smugglers' goods and confiscated them. After all, the lord of Rosalind also understood that the prosperity of his territory was inseparable from these cleaners.

But this time, the business on the black road has been completely cut off. Around these knights are not afraid to do anything to kill chickens and collect eggs. There will be no chickens and no eggs.

The second key is that his carriage is still damaged and he has to resort to the knights, which gives them an excuse to extort money.

At the time of the strange attack, the Simba could not wait for the Rosalind knights to appear immediately in front of him, but at this time he even called it bad luck. He only wished that the other party had not appeared. He looked at Brando and Mr. Liu and couldn't help but regret that if the adults hadn't offended him earlier, he might be able to rely on them to say a few words at this time.

I just hate myself too much.

But at this point, knights across the river noticed Brando's pedestrians - because it was hard to fail to notice that Rosalind, though close to Nine Phoenix, was not Nine Phoenix, and at least Brando saw that the equipment and pie of these knights were not very different from the knights he had seen in Eruin and Cruz, and that the garments might have a slight difference in decorative style from the weapons and armor, but generally preferred Western knights.

But these knights themselves are not white people with such distinct characteristics as the Krutz, the Finn Zan, in fact, they have lower heads, thicker brown hair, darker skin pigments, and more like those of Nassin, which is very different from Brando's at first glance.

So at first glance, they saw Mr. Liu and Phoenix dressed in the crowd with a very strong Kyufeng scent, not to mention the fact that their dark hair and dark eyes were eye-catching enough anywhere but Kyufeng. The second is Brando, a ‘foreigner', even more rare than the Nine Phoenix. After all, Rosalind will still have the merchants of Nine Phoenix to deal with and settle with swordsmen, but the Cruz and Eruin are rare for 10,000 years.

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