The Amber Sword

Of course, Adenie wasn't angry at the young man for what he'd done to them, but the riots here would surely lead to the guards of the city's owners, and none of them would escape. Though they are not traitors or saboteurs, this will do little to those guards, who will inevitably have a lot of trouble and may have to spend a lot more.

When I think about spending money, Adenie thinks that the young man's face is kind of hateful: does he have any brains, dare to cause trouble in this place, or whatever, he'll know how terrible that goddamn old fox lord is in this place for a while.

Though the young man was a little strong, he wasn't supposed to be his opponent.

Adenie couldn't help but be a little shocked when she thought about the old man's right and left hand that she had met. Of course such an idea may manifest itself.

She barely pulled an awkward smile on her face, laughing silly not far from the phoenix fire.

“Jiufeng aristocrat,” she thought to herself: "The four bodies are not diligent, the five valleys are not divided. ”

But suddenly the guard who was patrolling outside the hotel was walking in this direction. Her heart jumped slightly and she hurriedly lowered her voice and said to her companions: "Go, take the guy who hasn't noticed this way, let's sneak out first. ”

“Captain,” the elf grabbed her arm, “etc. ”

“Oh, my God, that Quill, let go, are you crazy?” Adenie fainted at her companion. Naquel was the elf archer in the team, a desert ranger in the Rosa area before joining the wings. She always thought he was a calm, sensible person, a reliable and reassuring synonym compared to several other muscle brains in the team, and she almost liked each other.

But now she thinks she's going to take back her review of this fool —— what the hell is this guy thinking?

“Captain, the young man...” Naquel whispered.

“I know, he's in trouble.” Adenie impatiently interrupted this goddamn wooden head, "but we didn't want to get into this mess, you know, Naquel. ”

She had seen the owner of the hotel greeting the waiter, who had been here for more than a month, and Adenie had made it perfectly clear that behind the scenes of the hotel was actually the offending old man.

This is Lord Rosalind, the owner of the city.

That's not good. We need to get out of here.

Naquel shook his head and his deputy was fine. He was too impatient and too utilitarian, but otherwise, he would not have arranged for him to join the team.

He was the falcon's eye in the Rosa Desert and would not have left the Holy Land easily, but for that millennium prophecy, how could he have travelled so far to this place?

Rosalind is more prosperous than the Great Desert, but beneath it is a decadence, far less vibrant and clean than an oasis in the desert.

Honestly, as a golden elf, he doesn't really like human society.

He nevertheless dragged his deputy chief's hand and glanced at several other desert knights dressed as adventurers, indicating that they were hurrying to stop them, some absent deputy chief.

“Captain, look at his sword. ”

Unfortunately, those muscular brains were as stubborn as ever, completely unresponsive, and in fact they were still watching the noise, marveling at the young man's strength. Naquel couldn't help but sigh and had to say.

“What sword?” Adenie looked over there subconsciously.

Brando held Orphis in his hand, and the tip of a long sword flowing with a golden flaming pattern pointed at the jaw of Instaron, arguably affixed to his somewhat pale chin tip.

With his sword-shaking hands gently forward, this future star of Madara will be removed from the world.

Seriously, he and this future genius, destined to be a suddenly dead soul leader, do amount to a deep hatred, but somehow, after a handful of lessons, he suddenly has some desire to cheer on the other side.

The wooden floor of the hotel had become a deep pit, with the wood slab fractured and depressed downwards. Instaron climbed half on his knees from the center of the pit, finally fading some light glimmer on his face, his eyes flashing with the fire of his soul, quietly opposite Bran.

“... I had no idea Lord Lord hated us so much, I heard you were in Butch?” The young man sighed: "It's karma to meet you here. I think I'm unlucky, and I have no complaints. Count, just do it. My only request is to give the next decent...”

“You have nothing to deserve, but you are not responsible for the hatred of the dead and of mankind.” Brando put down his sword and walked up to him, pulling the collar of Instaron and lifting him off the ground. The future genius leader of Madara, as if his strength had soared from these days, had hidden signs of the opening of elements, but Brando still had them in his hands.

“Tell me, how did you end up here? Has Madara's second invasion begun? Is Tagus around here too? ”

“Looks like the Second War didn't break out when you left Eruin, Lord Lord?” Instaron stared at him with some surprise and said, “Oh, by the way, the grown-ups were on their way to the Cruz Empire, so you knew we were going to invade Eruin? ”

He couldn't help but notice Brando's curiosity.

“I have always thought that you were just a little more courageous and lucky, and now it seems a mistake not to report the war at Tonigal to His Majesty at that time… It seems that perhaps Eruin's greatest threat to the Empire was not that ambitious prince, but that you were right. ”

Brando was so dissatisfied with this guy's bullshit that he threw it out with one hand. The latter grumbled and fell heavily on the corner of the wall, and then climbed up with a bitter smile, wiping his nose and looking at him:

“So you don't even intend to leave me the last dignified one? ”

“Decent is earned by yourself, not by charity,” Brando said. “You're a genius in a sad place, so tell me why this place is here? ”

“For His Majesty's sake, of course. ”

Instaron twisted his neck so hard that he replied in no concealment.

“Are you in contact with the Ghost Car?” Brando suddenly reacted, asking.

Instaron looked at him somewhat surprised, "Did you guess?” His eyes then fell on the phoenix fire not far away, which revealed a glimmer of colour.

“It seems that His Majesty, in order to sabotage His Majesty's plan, did not hesitate to come to Jiufeng personally. I have always suspected that what you did in Tonigal was directed against us. Unfortunately, Tagus did not agree with me and thought it was just a wish of mine. ”

He smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect this ridiculous premonition to come true. ”

Brando was stunned. I didn't expect this future star of Madara to be paying attention to herself. He didn't know whether to be happy or happy for a while.

But he didn't really come to Jiufeng to target Madara. If it wasn't for Yin and Yang to go to this place, he didn't know Madara had so much lust in Jiufeng.

But he didn't tear it down either, just asking, "Why didn't you take part in the Second Black Rose War? ”

“What is the Second Black Rose War?” Stallone had some handsome faces with a slight glimmer, and then he reacted, inexplicably asking, “Why should I go to the Second Black Rose War? ”

“I thought the man with the mercury wand should have absolute confidence in you, you should have had the chance to be the commander of this war, so who is the commander now? ”

Instaron's pupils contracted slightly deep, and his family's relationship with the Tagus family and the Supreme was an absolute secret in the Winter Hall, and he didn't know how he learned about it, but it was definitely the first time that the other person's words shook his mind.

“The commander now should be Radeous. ”

“Apocalypse? The Red Knight? ”

“Do you even know that?” Instaron was really surprised this time: “How well do you know us? ”

Brando ignored him, and he was wondering where the problem was. Instaron was theoretically supposed to be in Eruin at this time, and the Second Black Rose War was the time when he began to shine, but he appeared in Jiufeng at this time, instead of Radeous replacing him as a front-line commander.

His thoughts continued to diverge, thinking of the Redios, the Red Knight of one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, whose style of command was less inspiring than that of the Installon, and whose achievements in history were as high. Instead of Instaron leading the war of invasion of Eluin, I am sure that Her Royal Highness and Freya will bear a lighter burden than in history, and that this time Eluin will have a greater chance with the strength of his own development in Valhalla.

Even if the Second War was still a tie, or the kingdom suffered a slight loss, as long as it dragged on to the Third War, then he would at least be convinced that Eruin had the power to fight.

With this in mind, Brando felt that it was not necessarily a good thing to meet Installon here, and his mind was at peace. Going back to God, looking at Instarone, he continued to ask:

“Where's Tagus? He's already your deputy, right? ”

“You…”

Instaron was about to say something, but it was at this time that a shout came from the other side of the hall, interrupting the conversation.

The sound was unbelievable and as if it were a statement:

“Naquel, come on, slap me! Pull the god, is that the sword of the sun god? ”

……