The Amber Sword

Outside the everlasting land of death in the thin twilight forest, the dark river surface is full of mist, the water is loud, the waves pass through the rocks in the river, form a vortex, the upstream downstream trees and floating trees sink into the river floor with a spiral, occasionally pulling out one or two striking white lines in the sunken night.

There is an offensive and defensive battle on the beach. “The march!” Fusia is like a lonely peak in the forest, a card with a black glow spinning around its seventh corner, eventually stopping, revealing the scene of a spiritual army marching on a pitch-black plain.

Countless skeletons are ripping wet soil out of the ground, sludge falling off of them, revealing the skeletons of Whitesen, these filthy evil spirits rocking up from the beach; in the distance, a palpitating phosphorus flame in the darkness is pouring towards the other side of the battlefield - Metisa and Hipamila.

“Heavenly armies!” The little princess of the Pokémon also threw a card, she reached out a little bit, the card hung halfway through the air for a moment, the silver dots converged, as if the light of all generations had been added to it, the beam of light on the top of the holy cloud above the face of the card was stabbed like a sword, as the card described: ‘When the light of judgment plowed over the battlefield, the ashes of the dead army were extinguished.'

The power of the travel magician resonated with the whole world, and the three of them raised their heads and saw a sudden roll of golden Yunxia in the dark night sky, falling on the Yunxia an an unnoticeable light, the light shining over the forest, covering this beach, the beach immediately lit a holy flame, the dead spirit in this fire, mourning to melt, to ashes, as the judgment descended.

Fusia nodded her head, flashing a hint of cunning in her golden pupil, and said, “Five colors of dawn can be transformed in any one color, and in a battle it can constitute many different ways of attacking, depending on the fate cards I have in my hands, and in this battle I began with a sensible, reckless red creature that strikes you fast, and the red creature is angry and fragile, and once thwarted, often leaves a large number of remains in the cemetery, and the march can transform all the creatures in the cemetery into ten times the number of grade 10 black spiritual derivatives, which in your eyes may be hard to strike, but unfortunately, the power of the traveler is never just over biology and magic ——”

Its voice rumbled over the forest, shook a bird and fluttered its wings into the night sky. But as if it hadn't heard, it raised its golden paws and showed the next card.

“Revenge! ”

A clump of white light rose from the skeletons of dead spirits that had been turned into flying ash. In the darkness, it was like a gloomy, horrible ghost fire. Fusia extended her claws to Metissa, and countless points of light immediately flew towards Metissa. The little princess of the Silver Elf could not escape. She was centered in the chest and her mouth was sprayed with blood and flied out.

The clergyman screamed and rushed over to lift Metisa.

“Chipamila, I'm fine...” Metisa's face was pale and her mouth was full of pungent blood. She slowed down so easily that she squeezed a smile uglier than crying at the former, weakly answering.

Then she sighed and looked at Fusia in the distance: "… I lost again, Your Majesty. ”

“Normally, my magician power was inherited from Odin, Tumen, and Traciman at the same time. It would be ridiculous if neither of your district magician creatures could handle it.” Fusia replied, "But Princess, do you know where you're losing? ”

Metisa shook her head.

“Your cards, with powerful spells and quality creatures, complement each other. Each card counts as powerful, but that's not enough, because the mighty power of the brigadier is not built on a few powerful cards. You are a knight. Do you understand your place in your master's team? ”

“Knight…? ”

“What's a knight, princess?” Fuchsia raised her head and her golden pupils were like two full moons in the night sky, and her voice echoed through the forest: “The knight is a nobleman of the frontier, a prince of the king, a leader of the subjects, a lord, a soldier and a ruler. Whenever the king blows the trumpet and calls you to fight for him, you will raise the flag and cross the horses to fight for honor. ”

“Is this my role in the Lord's entire career system?” Metisa suddenly understood, her silver eyes shining brightly.

“Exactly, your position in the full-time hegemonic group is a solid supporter, Brando sets you the right white tone for you, white is the color of justice and symbolizes law, order and organization in the world of travel magicians. White power is embedded in the plains and represents wealth and prosperity. White cards symbolize honor and loyalty with quality and cheap soldiers, monks and angels. So as a king's knight, you have to reward your travel magician with self-discipline, wealth, loyalty and glory. You are the cornerstone of this system. The prosperity of the knight card group symbolizes the prosperity of the kingdom, and the output of constant wealth can only enrich the rest of the card group. Your self-discipline and loyalty can wake up creatures on the battlefield, you lead them with your glory and fight for the king, so the best card set for you is the pure white junction. ”

Metisa reveals a thoughtful spirit. “What about me, Your Majesty?” Chipamila asked hastily.

Fusia looked at Miss Cleric. “Gray stands for steadfastness, steadfastness and guardianship. The Grey Card Guard is weak and slightly clumsy. Although you are a Himilud cleric, you do not need to confine yourself to a fixed line of thought. I will send you to the Temple of Javert Island, where there is a long-lost shrine of the Sanctuary, where the clerics face the power of the Sea of Rage day by day before the end of the year, where you will learn to blend the earth with the ocean and learn to use the Grey Blue Control Card group. ”

“When do we leave?” Metissa suddenly asked.

Fusia raised her head and her golden eyes looked at the dark, sunken side of the sky. The fire had not extinguished since the disaster at the Temple of the Dead Moon three days earlier. The flame lined the sky with red, as if the end had come.

“A week later. ”

“How long will the trial take, Your Majesty? ”

“It won't be long, the trial is done in the time frame of the Matanians, where the long time is just a moment of the dominant material level, and at the latest half a month, you will be able to complete the trial - if you are able to come out alive. ”

Metissa's eyes lit up. “Can we leave early? ”

“Early? Early to when? ”

“Now, now. ”

Fusia's brow bow wrinkled slightly, saying: "I must remind you that the Trial of the Travel Master is dangerous and you better be prepared. ”

Metisa turned around and glanced at Hippamilla, both nodded at the same time.

“We've thought about it, Your Majesty. ”

……

For three days, the City of Eternal Death has been overshadowed by heavy shadows, sparking flames in the distance and near the city, and the golden smoke clouds roll up, reflecting the night red.

Although Chris, the goddess of the Moon, was thwarted three days ago, she left indelible marks on the city. After the collapse of the Temple of the Dead Moon, it was replaced by a deep, bottomless abyss. This abyss now lies in the heart of the city, and countless sons of evil gods are crawling out of it, and the wizards of the dead have done their utmost to suppress them in the heart of the city.

A Dead Moon believer crosses the lobby and shouts to the terrace: "Mr. Brando, your guest. ”

Brando and Delphine are talking on a terrace, with Andrea on one side, and this scene in the night is reflected in the eyes of three people.

He turned around and saw a familiar figure in his eye curtain.

“Brando!” Freya wind and dust servant, the tired colour on his face seemed to sweep away.

She had just descended from Feilong's back, and since her appointment by Her Royal Highness, she had travelled all the way from Jean de Neil to this place, only because everything she had heard since those days had been almost like dreams. She was not convinced by the words of Alvitt, king of witches, but the fact that the dead had signed a peace agreement to withdraw from Eruin, return Butch and discipline war criminals was iron.

This is all because of the man in front of him, who is rumored to have defeated the Undead Empire with the Jiufeng Alliance, along with the Silver Elves, south of the Sea of the Dead Moon. Although the details are unclear, the Black Rose of Bromandow made all practical concessions.

If it wasn't for a victory that made her feel painful, how could Madara bow down easily in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor, who held the mercury wand high? Others might not be able to do it, but she was convinced that if it were that person, it would be possible.

Because it was not the first time she had witnessed him create a miracle, she still remembered the battle of life and death in Lidenburg, if it had not been for that life and death escape, if it had not been for Brando, she would not be herself today.

The goddess of martial arts of Eluin, whom the people praised.

Freya remembers the light brown flashing eyes of unfailing hope, chestnut-colored hair, that familiar face, appearing in front of her again —— smiling slightly at her: "Freya. ”

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(PS: After finishing the thinking, the nest is back ~ I'll update the chapter today and restore the double change tomorrow, mainly it took a little time to think about Brando's travel magician biology card group, absolutely no garbage collection or anything. Besides, this month is really bad luck. I drank water and sewed my teeth. I had a cold a while ago. I re-opened a bank card last week and forgot to tell the editor that I was going to eat dirt and avalanche this month.