The Amber Sword

A defeated soldier in one place.

As if the previous battle had ended in a moment, Brando had done little, forcing the knights behind the guards with his own space elements, and then the phoenix fired one by one, cleaning up the ordinary people who were too hard to hit.

Instaron and Tagus taught only a few guys who didn't have long eyes to cross the line, and when they took their swords back to the sheath, there was only a pile of town guards on the ground looking for their teeth.

What made the knights of Rosalind cry was that they had so far been crucified in the street by an invisible force, not to say lifting their feet, not even one finger could move, so they could barely watch their men get beaten up.

They were like puppets, nailed to the street with their wingless dragons, in rows, as if the fellows who had been beaten to the teeth had invited the audience lords, besides looking at them, how could they possibly shout two words?

It's just that they haven't figured out how to organize the lines yet, and this one-sided battle is over.

The knights do not understand how this power of the ghost that locks them to death comes from them, but it does not prevent them from using their brains to guess who did it.

Except for a few...

For example, the little black knight who is still yelling to show Brando what it means to be a big scene. He probably thinks that Brando is a lone traveler in the wilderness, and he hasn't seen the power of mankind to organize order and country.

In Stallone all felt a little sad for Lord Rosalind's city owner. He was wondering why he was raising such a group of retards. Even if he hadn't seen the face of your wanted opponent, he wouldn't have taken a long time to ask why this man was wanted?

“Do you want me to shut him up?” Tagus asked behind Brando with some elegance, presumably annoyed by this guy, that Madara was a silent country and that the noisy guy had been thrown into the abyss of eternal death to feed the ice dragon.

Under the dome of the Eternal Death Hall, apart from the dark nobles' tapping footsteps on the smooth obsidian ground, there is nothing but the silent breath of the ice dragon, and the dead occasionally give their advice to their immortal queen, but concisely.

Brando shook his head, and he didn't do anything for that little thing. Besides, that guy's words had nothing to do with anything but make himself look ugly.

Ridiculous, what a big scene he hadn't seen, he used to talk to the Dragon of Dusk, and Little Roman didn't know where he was going higher than these guys, what a broken pattern Tucson had.

He didn't let go of these knights because he knew that it was only Lord Rosalind's vanguard - of course, the vanguard might have lifted him a little too much, because Brando had always suspected that they were uncoordinated, so he appeared before him one step at a time.

The subtle vibrations on the ground came from several directions forward and backward, and he could easily see that a large group of people were surrounding the place through movements on several nearby streets. He assumed that their original intention should have been to surround their own pedestrian group and give it to that Rosalind owner, but this somewhat complicated tactical arrangement was clearly to make it difficult for these tactical skills to be developed in Cruz - even in Eruin, where even the local guards could not catch up with the knights.

Their personal strength is strong, but they barely gather together. At best, they are just a few soldiers. There is a difference between a group of headless flies and a group of soldiers.

These knights, who unexpectedly burst into front of themselves, let this lord completely frustrate his desire to surround himself, simply saying that he can now walk out of this gap in a big way, leaving only a handsome shadow for those who catch up behind each other.

But Brando didn't do that, so he also wanted to meet the lord to see if he could ‘persuade' him to release the Yufeng family's fleet. After all, riding the ghost ships of the dead was not a comfortable experience.

He only patted the phoenix fire on some tight shoulders, reassuring the latter, and don't grab his sword so tightly, he was a little sorry for the shark-skinned sheath of the sword - it had a beautiful condom wrapped in embroidered wire, and now these wires are probably about to be submerged by the sweat in the hand of this easily serious little girl.

“Mr. Brando.” The phoenix, aware of her own irregularities, hurried back to apologize to Brando - although her strength was at the top of Rosalind's list, her mentality still failed to get out of the rookie's mindset and, although calm, inevitably overestimated the enemy's level and treated every battle as a battle for life and death.

Although such a state of mind is not necessarily desirable, it is too old-fashioned a dogma if we, as a human being, and crushing an ant, also devote ourselves to it.

“There is no need to be so cautious.” Brando replied that he had a certain fondness for this phoenix sister, and that he and Eko were good friends, so he was also interested in carrying each other around in this relationship.

Besides, Phoenix Fire is like a rustic jade of beauty. It is inevitable that anyone with a warrior's heart will see it. Brando can totally believe that the other party's achievements will be unlimited over time.

In the past, there was no name for her in Amber Sword, possibly because Jiufeng was too far away, or because the time had not yet come for her.

He believed that once Phoenix Fire appeared in the game, it must be the top NPC of its kind, perhaps no worse than the Grey Sword Saint Mayfist, the Great Throne Walla, the Blue Sword Saint Veronica, or even Solomon and William.

The idea that came up in Brando's head scared him all to death, a mortal with the potential to surpass the Silver Nation? He pressed his temple and wondered if he had been thinking too much these days. How could he have come up with such strange thoughts for no reason?

In the history of Warnde, such figures have not yet been born, and mortals on average are far from catching up with the silver folk, and mortals tend to fall short of the best of the silver folk. Although mortals do grow up to be the largest of the silver and gold communities, the final stop is far from the latter.

Even after the Great Tide, this tendency only diminished, but not changed.

He couldn't help but take a closer look at the phoenix fire, as if he wanted to see something on this little girl, but didn't know how rude his eyes appeared. Even the phoenix fire was a little blushed by him, and he wondered how Mr. Brando looked at his eyes a little strange.

Fortunately, Mr. Liu is not here. Otherwise, I presume to think of what Brando thought of their princess.

Brando did have a "nonsense" about Phoenix Fire, but not the nonsense that most people do, but for the first time, the idea of having a student. While he promised to teach Little Finnish swordsmanship, he did teach each other some time afterwards, but only to lay the foundation for Little Finnish's future and pave the way for his understanding of swordsmanship, first because Little Finnish, despite his talents, was not good enough to make him a side destination, and secondly, because his personality was too different, he should have a path of his own.

But in Brando's eyes, the genius of Phoenix Fire coincides with the genius he once saw in some of the finest warriors, as if he were born calm and calm, innate to combat acumen. In The Sword of Amber, there is a saying for such a gift, called "battle as instinct."

Sounds a bit like a beast, but it's also a beast, a wild battle, often the most unpredictable and threatening battle for their opponents.

Such a gift can be met and cannot be demanded, but all who become warriors will carry some, both innate and acquired, including Brando himself, but conscious cultivation and unconscious possession are the difference.

He has only seen in one person, and she herself has no idea, a man as natural as phoenix fire who blends calm as if he were born with a fighting talent as acute as a beast.

That's not a person, to be exact.

That's the dragon of the sky, Theoscraz, the strongest fighter in the history of the dragon clan, and its partner is the heir to the next generation of dragon gods, the\ 28048th; Winrose, called the near-god.

Yes, in Brando's eyes, Phoenix Fire is a born warrior, but not a swordsman, and her path is not one of sword-bearing adversaries, and this little girl may not have realized it herself, but Brando believes that one day she will understand it.

He raised his head and the vibrations on the street became more obvious, not far from where the knights were still stuck like puppets. If he used to settle these large living people with his own strength, or a large living person with a gold strength level, he was afraid that the point of order would disappear as if it were flying, but now his order pool is still intact, that is, he settled these people as if they were law natural reactions, he did not have much effort.

This is the difference between the extreme plain and the non-extreme plain. These people may not yet understand that they are already within the realm of Brando's Law, except at the peak of the extreme, where the material realm of Law is integrated and not visible to outsiders.

If they had the strength to manifest the elements, they could detect some differences slightly, but unfortunately they did not.

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