The Amber Sword

A few white dragons danced in the middle of the air in the form of an 'O', signaling to the armies of the Empire below, telling humanity which direction they would attack next, so that the knights of the Empire could cooperate with them in spreading the assault arrows of the clusters.

By the time we saw this scene, the representative of the military nobility of the North, now over 110 years old, was overwhelmed by the hearts and minds of the Grand Duke who had experienced the last jihad.

Thousands of years ago, in the Battle of the Saints, people fought alongside dragons and silver folk, elves, humans, and dwarves so intimately.

What a magnificent epic poem that is, because under the constraints of the sacred covenant, the hundreds of people of the continent resist the war of darkness together.

“Attack," he raised his sword in his hand, pointing straight ahead: "Twelve dukes, counts of the empire, knights, on my command, my brothers, boys! To victory, to empire, to attack! ”

“Kill! ”

The knights moved forward, shouting a tsunami-like noise, like a silver light belt across a scorched black land on the entire human front, colliding with a cluster of tidal waves.

And then the second, the third...

“Arrow! ”

As a bow creaked, the Empire's long archer began to breathe deeply, calibrate his posture, and then let go of his hand, ‘buzzing’ loudly, sounding like a sickle sweeping across the battlefield.

Armored steel arrows with conical arrows rise to the sky like swarming locusts, and then a circle of bright arrows erupts through each of these arrays.

Sharp, grappling enemies, flame explosion, acceleration, stability, silver light is attached to the arrow rod, arrow feathers and arrows through the Pharaoh, like heavy rain.

It was a shower of light, and the rain poured down, and the monsters in front fell down. The Empire has fought the Hazers for many years, and the latest generation of Hazer's magic guide, Trial, the Horseman Hunter, and Fortress, are capable of staying out of the wind. Naturally, they are not black road smugglers on the Rosalind border.

The dragon guns used by the smugglers, which were produced by the Hazers some five years ago, have now been almost eliminated for civilian use, while the military fabric, the Hazer Empire, has traditionally been regarded as a closed secret.

In the presence of a truly powerful human empire, and in the presence of black road smugglers, the luxurious cluster obviously does not take up too much advantage either.

The casualty exchange ratio between the two sides is constant at a certain steady rate, but the heavy pressure comes from that dark storm, where countless clusters are emerging as if they were constantly coming from endless sources.

Almost all Krutz commanders on the battlefield looked in that direction.

The emotions in my heart are complicated and elusive.

Less than half a month ago, it was also known as Bankel, the capital of the Empire, representing the will of the Silver Queen, commanding her army and sweeping towards East Metz.

Since the fall of the Dark Moon, Her Majesty's army has collapsed, but the enemy still comes from that direction, only this time more ferocious and stifling, and that dark storm breeds a frenzied will to destroy the entire human world.

On the night of dusk, the front line of the East Mets was hit hard almost instantaneously, and the Imperial Central Corps disappeared almost entirely at the site of its entire composition after suffering a near-devastating blow.

The heavy damage caused the Black Legion, which was guarding the Ludwig area just across the street, to collate the exact information on the front line only two days later.

Almost the entire Banker region has been completely destroyed, traffic in the direction of the lofty Inland Sea has been completely cut off, the Cape Bay has lost contact, the White Legion has lost more than half, and the Green Legion still has no news. The Hazeris, who are also neighbouring the Banker region, have lost several degrees, but by this time the Dukes of the Empire are no longer concerned about their former enemies.

Because the Cluster Army is moving towards the Mets again.

Infinite monsters, gushing out of the storm, had the dragons not arrived in time, the Krutz would have retreated directly to the Port of Fatan line at this moment.

Even so, however, the situation is still not optimistic.

Perhaps the Empire of the glorious era under the reign of the Temple of Fire could still stand up to the present cluster of armies, but now the Krutz have lost two-thirds of their empire - on the other side of the Changqing corridor, as the Black Moon crash hit Anzeruta and the Rokozy Heights, forming a thousands of kilometres of fracture zone that completely destroyed the empire's grass-roots organization on the ground.

Nowadays, from Vargas to Rune, it has been a wretch, only Anzeruta on the border has been sparsely affected, where nobles are trying to connect with the Four Realms, but so far they have not been able to connect with the Mets region, with the Red Legion.

The Changqing corridor was interrupted in two, having just arrived in Mekhotophen in Walla, Old Prime Minister Nidwin and Veronica. Although contacts have been made with the direction of Port of France, the missions sent to St. Osor and Finn to pray for help have still not returned any news.

As if the entire world were in a broken silence, such repression was particularly severe for an empire under the brink of a dusk offensive.

Not to mention that the clusters are getting stronger every day, and the rising tides from the Sea of Magic are like endless nutrients that support them to devour the entire world.

The Imperial Knights' offensive had a little bit of an effect.

But very limited.

After two shocks, the Empire's heavily speared infantry stabilised its heels and pushed the front back to the southern bank of the Meckle River. A silver flash flashed in the sky, and then a silver meteor fell through the clouds, swelling up in clusters far away from the mountains, exploding brightly.

Numerous clusters of limbs were lifted up into the sky and then dropped into the wilderness.

Lefto picked up the pocket watch and walked fifteen gauges with his hands. He sighed, and the Legion of Magic supported less and less time, because Her Majesty had separated too many bishops and clerics after the temple of divisive flames, which was arguably a major trauma for the Imperial Magic Power.

Few escaped from the Bankel region, and fewer clerics, or Lord Walla gathered strength in the locality after the advent of these monsters, and even fewer magical powers were in the hands of the military nobility.

But even at the moment, it can't hold up.

He was silently calculating time, preparing to invest in the next wave of knights, but it was at this time that the sky suddenly flashed hundreds of times.

“This…”

Lefto. The Duke of Lena turned back violently.

A bright rain of light is slowly falling from the sky, like countless connections, descending from the sky and connecting to the horizon.

Then a horrific explosion took place in a cluster of fronts, almost covering the entire battlefield in an instant, sweeping the shock waves and even turning the platoon of heavily manned infantry in the front row.

After the light rain, the thick clouds in the sky immediately rearranged, as if everything that had happened a moment earlier was just an illusion.

But the old duke looked at the front line that had almost been blown up into white, and for the first time in a few days, the clusters of offenses had stagnated for a moment, the scorching earth, and the imperial infantry that was climbing up from the ground with a misty water, all reminding him of the authenticity of his earlier scene.

“Strategic spells?” The screams of the lower commanders came far along the wind: "Is the Red Legion's Magic Legion supporting us, have we reached out to the Four Realms? ”

Everyone looked at him.

But Lefto. The Duke of Lena was silent for a moment and shook his head resolutely, his grey blue eyes flashing like flames of light.

“It's the Bukas. ”

“Here comes the Silver People...”

Aloz flew past the human front, leaving a huge shadow on the ground, which was the third time she had bypassed the Mekeloo River, reflecting the scorched black ground in the giant golden pupils of the dragon, and the human knights and archers were cheering for a moment.

She would have snorted these ants in the past, but at this time, she had soft feelings in her heart.

How similar this scene is.

Just like the war of a thousand years ago.

Those loathsome mortals, every time they do so, tend to show admirable courage, fighting for their homes, side by side with them.

Every time this happens, she has a little figure in her heart.

“Humph," she hummed softly, thinking, "Idiot human, Idiot Brando. ”

“Aloz, keep to the left, watch the left wing, cover the flanks of the human Horseman. ”

The majestic voice descended from the clouds, and the naughty little dragon dared not dispute it in the face, because it was the pride of the dragons, closest to the will of the Dragon God.

That's a direct order from Winrose himself.

One of her flips in the middle of the sky immediately flew south along the line of the Meckle River, and Frofa followed her closely behind the other three black dragons.

This is the second time that she has slanted in the direction of Kosavaru, and the battlefield of the dragon is much bigger than humans see on the ground, and each time they enter along the entire battlefield, the path of flight is distributed over battlefields hundreds of kilometres in diameter.

She knew this time, for example, she was going to cut into the vicinity of Rusta, where the dragon had already blocked one of those clusters flying in the middle of the air.

“It looks like there's something new in that hole again.” The little dragon thought silently in her heart.

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(PS: I thought I would be able to write back to Brando and Madara today, but the progress was a little slow, so I kept asking for tickets for the next month.