The Amber Sword

Wind, from the western hills.

There is often a legend among bards walking everywhere - the wind is flying and the giant beast is above the dome.

And the wind, it's the sound of them flapping their wings.

“What is that! ”

There was a dead sorcerer suddenly screaming.

It is four long, staggered silver threads, like four dazzling swords that cut across the battlefield between hectares.

Where they pass, clusters of crystals and nightmares fall like rain spots.

The crowd looked up subconsciously and looked at the end of the silver line that extended forward and drew an arc and flew back, this time they could see clearly: it was a giant dragon with a healthy head, but on their long neck, a giant head not only bore the horn of a giant dragon, but also a straight forward unicorn.

“Dragon -”

“No, that, that...”

A knight wearing a silver coat sat on a long saddle in front of him with a five-metre long, shuttle-shaped gun and a giant shield in the back.

Their faces were completely covered under silver masks, with exquisite and mysterious patterns floating on the metal, indifferent and arrogant.

It's like talking about the most honorable identity that belonged to them a thousand years ago.

Silver Elf Guard, Dragon King Cavalry.

They raised their long guns.

“Varlor!”

Dragon Knights shouted.

“Varlor!”

The cry of victory echoed.

Behind them, the silver dots of light gleaming in the sky appear like stars on the eastern horizon.

“Silver elf!” The Lords of the Dead can hardly believe it: “Martha's up, that's the Silver Elf! ”

It was a flood of silver, sweeping down the hills of Lorway, a countless heavy knight, with snowsilver armor gleaming in the sunset and snow-white feathers rising and falling like waves on top of his helmet.

The silver double-headed swords in their hands and elf bows on their backs prove the identity of the knights.

They have defeated the Allergists, defeated the Mountains, defeated the Witches and defeated the Army of the Dead.

Their glory is recorded on the medal on their chest, a staggered sword, Sina the Frost Winner, a sacred hero.

That hero.

Was their princess.

They are the Sodekara Heavy Cavalry, the Ringo Regiment, and the pride of the elves.

And a thousand years later, after the Battle of the Saints, the Silver Elves finally returned to the land for this war that no one could leave behind.

On top of everyone's head, the dragon began to accelerate, one head stuck over the battlefield.

A tiny figure is riding a horse close to the Silver Elf's heavy cavalry regiment.

Metissa's long hair danced with the wind, and the closer she got to the heavy cavalry regiment where the sitting Horse and the Silver Elf were fighting, she suddenly raised her head, raised her long gun, and shouted:

“SlavorClarVarlor!"

The Silver Elf knights looked back at her, and their eyes under their armor revealed a glimmer of doubt, which then turned into ecstasy.

They raised their swords and placed them in front of their chests.

That was the highest courtesy of the Silver Elf Warrior.

That's silent trust.

is the highest courtesy for a hero.

The little princess smiled and was filled with pride and pride in her heart. Her visions were intertwined as if she were back in that dream war a thousand years ago.

That is the war of mortals against destiny.

They won everything.

And at this moment, the heroes and the warriors return here again to fight for that sacred vow.

She raised the long gun in her hand and shouted:

“Hail, Holy Silver Valley! ”

“Hail, Holy Silver Valley! ”

The knights of the choir corps responded with a resounding voice on the battlefield, such as Thunder Pentium.

“Sodekara's knights!” Metissa flies long, and she pulls the gun forward: “Follow me! ”

“Long live the princess! ”

The whole Order of the Heavily Knights immediately drew a beautiful arc on the battlefield. The Order went from top to bottom, from the Commander of the Order to the Commander of the Knights. None of them objected, as if they were supposed to, to be under the command of His Royal Highness the Princess.

Because she's Metisa.

The most legendary Legion Leader in the history of the Ringo Legion.

She is a hero of the elves, a spirit who sleeps in the temple of the ancient past.

Metisa was merged into the front of the heavy cavalry regiment.

She was holding a snowy blade that had been in her hand a thousand years earlier, and this moment, it was relentlessly inserted into the throat of a cluster army.

At that most appropriate moment.

Brando looked up at an army with comfort, as if a flame were burning in his heart, a promise that Metisa had made to him, and he knew she would do it.

He let go.

Countless clusters fell from the air and fell heavily on the ground, making the entire battlefield an earthquake.

Instaron looked at the army of elves pouring from his side and sighed. Even in his military talent, he found himself still slightly inferior to the princess beside him.

“Strike back! ”

He gave the order at the same time as one of the spiritual masters on the other side of the battlefield, and Instaron raised his sword and took Adenie and her knights straight down the hill.

And when Her Majesty bowed her head and picked up the mercury wand, this moment in her dark eyes finally revealed a glimmer of relaxation:

“Silver Pokémon, you haven't missed your appointment...”

The cluster's offensive is collapsing.

Throughout the battlefield, they began to collapse backwards, breaking apart from each other on the front, and the legions of the dead immediately erected a black flag, one by one, which represented the pursuit, and reintroduced into the pursuit.

Looking down over the entire battlefield, the battlefield, which spanned dozens of kilometres, began to show signs of overthrow.

The last to retreat was the Cluster Air Force ——

Under the cover of Leviathan's immense and unmatched body, they retreated relentlessly to the south of the battlefield, and the Silver Elf's Dragon King Knight was immediately entangled, although the White Dragon King Cavalry was like a mosquito around Leviathan and could not pose any threat to it.

Brando knows that if this thing is allowed to leave, he is afraid that the battle is far from over, and that only he has the ability to remain in this battlefield at the moment.

He almost immediately vacated and flew in that direction.

But it was at this time that a shadow passed from behind him.

Brando was subconsciously slightly stunned, his heart was so fast, he looked up and found that more than him was actually a silver-haired girl, the other party apparently was not a dead spirit, she wore a very strange suit of armor, the style of the armor was very different from Warnde's traditional style, the surface was filled with streamlined lines, the material was as if it were metal, but the surface was covered with a lattice network, as if it were more similar to the remains of God he had seen in the Death Frost Forest.

Andrea turned around and looked at Brando with shock, but she didn't intend to say more, just take a deep note of the young man's face and continue to fly forward.

“Freya? ”

Brando was surprised when he saw the opposite face. Although the silver-haired girl's mask covered her upper face, how did that lower face resemble the martial arts mark on her forehead and Freya?

Not to mention the three pairs of light wings behind her, isn't that Freya's goddess of martial arts?

But Andrea turned a deaf ear to him, and she started accelerating in the middle of the sky, and soon other goddesses of war appeared in the sky, and they flew to Leviathan over the clouds and threw a black sphere forward.

Those black spheres rotated in the sky, quickly anchored, suspended in the middle of the sky, and a red beam of light appeared on its surface, then connected to each other, locking the vast Leviathan like a mountain range in a red web of light.

“Coordinates confirmed! ”

Andrea shouted:

“Lord Dragon King, please come...”

“Dragon King? ”

Brando stunned and wondered if the Dragon God Bahamite still existed in the world, but before he could question the speculation in his heart, he heard a cold hum coming from the sky.

A sparkling golden eye opened up on the cloud.

Then a pair of sun shaded wings.

That's a dragon.

Its shape is actually no less than Leviathan, which swims above the sky.

As soon as it appeared, he pressed his claws toward Leviathan's head. The giant claws seemed to tear the clouds apart, one claw toward the unicorn above Leviathan's head, and the shadow of the claws swept across the earth, making the battlefield a darkness.

Leviathan roared, swinging his body, apparently reluctant to give in.

But unfortunately, a silver spot appeared on the claw of the dragon.

Brando almost screamed, and he saw what a silver spot it was, a bright silver card that spins halfway through the sky and converges.

A cold voice was heard in the mouth of the dragon: "Send the final blade. ”

A shadow of heaven and earth swept across Leviathan's vast body.

Leviathan made a terrible scream, and his huge body was broken into two pieces, turning into countless pieces of crystal at the fracture, slowly falling from the air.

“One, two, three, four... six, seven...”

Brandomer counts the horns of the dragon's head coming out of the cloud, quite a few, just seven. In this world, only one dragon has seven horns.

That's the legendary lover of Odin.

That's the king of evil dragons, the teacher of Oglester, the reaper dog head in the Rubik Desert, and the player is Fusia, the seven-polar dragon king of the Master.

Yet she is a brigade magician.

……

(PS: Moon ticket! It's so tiring, rolling all over!