The Amber Sword

Metissa felt a shadow coming up and the air currents blew her silver hair like a tassel. Though Fusia had fallen quite a long way from them when her wings had fallen, she had fallen beside Leviathan's crystallized body with her head raised with pride and her wings closed.

Under the moonlight, it was like a dark mountain, with a pair of golden pupils at the top of the mountain, like two rounds of bright full moon, looking at them.

“Hello, distinguished Mrs. Fusia. ”

Metissa raised her head and looked at the mountain peak, and she said in her heart that she was not afraid that it would be a lie. Fusia's most notorious time was not in the present. In fact, very few people have heard of the name Seven Poles Dragon King, but in the days of the Saints' War, the shadow cast by this evil Dragon King over the battlefield was a nightmare deep in the hearts of all her opponents.

“Eh, that's a name I haven't heard in ages.” Fusia replied with some surprise.

“I had the privilege of meeting you in the Battle of the Saints.” The little princess of the Fairy of Silver replied in a humble manner.

“Oh, I should have thought of that, Silver Elf. Aren't you afraid I'll eat you?” Fusia lowered her head and her pointy long kiss almost reached Romantica, with her giant golden pupils almost higher than those of the Medicis, with a pair of golden red eyes inside, as if infinitely burning the flames of a bear. She looked at Metisa, but the latter did not take half a step back.

She looked at Chipamila beside her, and the clergyman was looking at her with some curiosity, as if there was a difference between this evil dragon king and the lobster she raised.

“Huh, Silver Elf is still so boring. ”

Fusia hummed and raised her head back with pride. She stretched out a paw, and a tiny silver card spinning around on her sharp paw tip.

The move attracted the attention of Metisa and Hippamilla, who, as brigade magician creatures, knew what that card was all about.

Fusia turned back and said, "Looks like you recognize this thing? ”

“Destiny card. ”

“Ah--! It's called this name, but it has a much deeper meaning than the name itself, little one. Do you know why it's called this name?” Fusia stood high, leaning two people, and asked arrogantly.

If they were ordinary people, they might be darkened by this tone, but Metissa knew that it was the nature of the dragons, and that these arrogant lizards always had a sense of inherent superiority when faced with all races outside them.

She will not be angry at this little thing, and as for Hippamilla, the happy girl doesn't feel anything wrong with Fusia's tone.

So Metisa shook her head: "What secret does it have, my dear Mrs. Fusia? ”

“Didn't your master tell you? ”

Metissa shook her head again, and she was humble, because her master was not really a true traveler, a true traveler who often took a long time to learn and grow (which was the original language of Tumen), and Brando was at best in an accelerated class.

Fusia wanted to say a few words of sarcasm, but suddenly she felt a little upset and her golden eyes dimmed. She sighed a long time: “The legacy of the master of travel was once the best in the world, they were the strongest and most legendary group of people in Warnde, we had the privilege of being the last generation of master of travel in the world, but it is not an unfortunate thing to watch it recede and decline from the history of the world and disappear from now on. ”

Metisa heard this sigh and felt a little of it in her heart, she asked: "Dear Ms. Fusia, I also had this question in my heart. I thought Odin was the only traveling magician in the world, and after his death, the legacy of the traveling magician was cut off. But then I realized that it was a legacy that lasted several centuries, and that strong men like you, like Lord Tumen and Lord Traciman, kept it alive, but why, a thousand years later, does it fade to this day? Is it true that only Lord Nodak, a Warndor, is the only one who can be recognized by him? ”

“You're half right, little one," replied Fusia, "but the conditions for becoming a travel magician are so harsh, and the silence of the gods has made the power to sustain this network so weak, and in fact, your lord, he is not the only inheritance of a travel magician, because his presence can only be described as an accident. ”

“What do you mean--? ”

“The brigade magician is a rigorous system that can be described as simple, because its members do not need to specialize in magic techniques, spells and gestures, like the wizards of all ages, which are passwords connected to the magic network. The brigade magicians do not need passwords, they are the masters of the magic network and even higher networks, so the wizards can only use them, and the brigade magicians can create them. ”

“But it can also be said to be harsh, because to be a travel magician, you must first have authority and what is authority? A fairy princess, that's blood, that's innate, that can't be changed, so in the golden age, blood is everything, and the strict class determines a person's place for life, whether you're a manager (god people), a warrior (golden ethnicity), or a citizen (silver people), and bugs like the Black Iron People are heretical to us, almost like monsters, or they themselves are thought to be created monsters, and look at the monsters of the bronze generation and you'll see. ”

“A thousand years have passed and I didn't expect your opinion to change, Ms. Fusia.” Metisa replied somewhat offensively.

The dragon with the seven horns shook his head slowly: "You're wrong, little princess, I've changed a lot. I don't hate mortals as much as I did in the past, we've failed, I won't remember the past like a nagging old lady, it's just a statement of fact, and you just can't accept it. ”

“You mean the lord has the blood of a brigade magician, but he is just an ordinary mortal. ”

“He's special, I said. And mortals are highly plasticizable, which is why Lord Martha's plan is likely to succeed. The Golden Age is brilliant, but it has also failed. Mortals are weaker, but they have endless possibilities. They can be free of the world, and one day they can become the masters of the world. ”

“If you thought so, Lord Odin would not necessarily have died as a result, war might not have broken out, arrogance and prejudice bred hatred, so many people died, how pathetic. ”

“It's just a possibility, Little Dot. There's a lot of work to be done if a mortal wants to get to that point, but there's a lot to be done, and every step is likely to go away, and there's even a lot of desire. Dusk now has the will. Do you really think it'll let go of the mortal world? ”

“Lord, he will destroy that will. ”

“But what about your lord himself? To kill Dusk, he must have the supreme authority to master Martha, take that last step, climb to the top of the world, accept the blessings of the gods, and become the master of that laurel - but ah, little girl, order never dies, and dusk never dies, which is a dead end. ”

Metisa was silent.

Fusia shook her head: “I didn't want to discuss this with you, these stories that have lasted for thousands of years, when the gods argued over it, and so far there has been no result, and those who argued over it have fallen apart a long time ago, and there is only a world of sores left, and those great beings still can't save the world, how can we be the saviors? ”

“You are so arrogant, Ms. Fusia.” Metisa frowned and replied.

The former laughed with ridicule: “Perhaps, after Odin's death, I am now just a pastry maker. I promised Odin that I would help the Bukas guard the Great Glacier. Now that the seal of the Dusk will has been lifted, every war since then may be my last, okay, I have long wanted to meet my old comrades. ”

Speaking, the high king of evil dragons sighed.

Metissa bowed her head and her mood seemed a little depressed. She remembered the heroes who fought alongside herself in the Battle of the Saints, and how many of them remained in the world today?

Like feeling the emotions of both of them, Chipamila pushed the arm of a silver elf princess with some concern, like trying to cheer the former up.

“Thank you, Hippamilla, I'm fine.” Metissa felt the consolation of the clergyman and smiled back at her.

The clergyman also responded with a kind smile.

“Dear Ms Fusia,” Metissa raised her head again and asked, “So what exactly was the instruction when you summoned us here? ”

Fusia turned around and looked at the silver-white mountains in the moonlight —— the body of Leviathan, which was split from the middle, as if it were a valley between the two peaks —— which, of course, was not the body of Leviathan the great beast, but the projection of it that the Crystals had summoned in this world, but even if it was just a projection, it was so spectacular.

The Dragon King has been silent for quite some time, as if to see his future in the fate of this Leviathan.

It took a long time for her to turn around and look at Metisa and say, “I thought the spark of the Brigadier Master would sleep with me in perpetual darkness, but I didn't think Lord Martha would finally let the world completely lose hope, at least at the last minute, she sent you and your master to me. ”

Fusia paused for a moment: "Metissa, if I recall correctly, you should call her that name, and that little girl from Himilud, don't look away, I'm talking about you--”

“Lord Fusia? ”

“Don't interrupt, little girl, your power is too weak to be a true magician's power at all, but from what I can feel, your master has already gained some truth about the power of creation. Perhaps one day, he will truly grow up, but there is not much time left for him, not much time left for me. ”

This evil dragon king's highlands raised his head and answered in a clear tone:

“Let me teach you how to really use the Fate Card, as an old foreman of the Travel Mage. ”

Thousands of miles away, the wrinkles crossed over Tumen's old face, reflecting a pair of sisters in front of him in deep orbits like an onion's modified blood-red pupils:

“Dead moon? Interesting. ”

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