The Amber Sword

The cry of slaughter came from the other side of the mountain.

Knights dressed in heavy armor were climbing shallow feet to the top of the mountain, and they raised their heads and looked through the gap between the metal mask to see the boundary between the cliff like a blade and the sky. The white mist sprayed out of their mouths intertwined in the cold air, with rocks rolling down the mountain from time to time under their feet, making a rare roar.

The armor of these knights differs greatly from that of the Cruz in favour of a thick and functional armor, which is brilliant on the surface of the armor and covered with beautiful lines, with thick fur underneath the metal leaves for warmth, each knight wearing a long white cape, underneath which the cross and wild rose pattern on the chest appear as the knight steps.

The knights retreat to grab their companions and walk through steep mountains, like a thin black line.

Step by step, your gaze gradually climbs up until you cross the top of the mountain, a turbulent wind sweeps in, blowing the cloak up, and the knight in front of you consciously grabs your cloak with his opposite hand.

The shouting of the heavens came to the surface.

All the sounds on the battlefield seemed to have been amplified a thousand times in a flash, the horn's long voice, the drums of war pounding, as if every hit was on the mind, the army was like a flood, the sound of thunder rolling.

The battlefield at the mouth of the Odos is completely in front of everyone - on the open slopes, the only remaining Knights of the Krutz are attacking the black-pressed cluster armies, and from time to time there is a layer of deep purple flash in that 'ocean’, a wave of waves, as if the wind had swept across the sea.

Looking down, the battlefield across the mouth of the Odos is completely interwoven, with black and red floods splitting apart from each other, various flags flying in the ocean, swallowed from time to time by a wave, a coalition of greenish aristocrats is collapsing, and the Cruz heavy infantry, like a midstream grindstone, is facing repeated shocks from the clusters of armies in the middle of the battlefield, like a raging reef.

Cruz's only hope is that their heavy cavalry, concentrated on the right wing, will completely crush the army in front of them before the main force of the cluster arrives.

However, there is not much time left to them.

The knight raised his head and hung a thick cloud over the sky, above the earth where the shady sky and the East Mets Horizon were gruesome, where the horizon was within reach, a black ocean was spreading.

He opened the metal mask and his eyes reflected the moonlight and sparkled.

The knight turned around.

The knight behind him has raised a flag.

The silver swallowtail flag rose high in the wind.

A shadow swept over everyone's head, wings open, bone wings stretched more than twenty meters, flying down into the valley with a black knight with a long gun on his back.

One skull dragon then flew out between the steep mountains, passing from the top left to right of the knights, and the shadows continued to climb over the top of the mountain.

“Do we have to believe them? Lord Rodrigo? ”

The knight shook his head: "I never believed in cunning dark creatures, but now we cannot control them to carry out the orders given by the Pope's coronation. ”

“Blow the horn -”

……

Faina couldn't remember how many times she had been killed. Although she was a student of Her Excellency the Commander of the Corps, she was not well off there at the moment - covered in blood, almost entirely of her own, not knowing how many wounds were under her armor. When fatigue surged, adrenaline secretion began to decrease, pain began to gush like a tide, cold sweat began to seep out, a cold wind from the mountain mouth, cold bone marrow.

Her magic rifle had been thrown away, left on a mid-body cluster, and could not be pulled out. The gun penetrated the core of the monster and nailed it directly onto the battlefield. Then she switched her sword to fight the clusters, and after chopping off two small clusters, the fine microlight sword also ‘choked’.

A cluster of crystals came up.

She roared and tried her best to plunge the broken sword into a cluster of crystal pupils, which sent a sharp scream backwards. But losing her long sword, she also faced imminent despair. The rising clusters lifted her dragon, losing balance. She fell heavily on the ground, and then the dragon fell down. Miss Qianjin of the flower leaf collar screamed and felt her leg immediately unconscious.

Tears burst out, she couldn't stop, she knew her legs had broken, luckily the dragon didn't press her completely down, otherwise the creature weighing nearly ten tons would kill her instantly.

But that's about it.

Faina looked desperately at the rising clusters, her legs pressed beneath the corpse of the dragon, for a short time it could not be pulled out, her companions had gone away, the knight could not have stopped on the battlefield, leaving her with only a dead end.

“Sister...”

She heard her sister Elise shouting her name in anxiety in the army, but how is that possible, so far away, that Elise could never have seen her in the chaos.

Besides, even if she did, how could she have heard Elise's voice, the Horseman's sharp line was at least a few miles from the Bukas' magician regiment?

But she could not stop crying when she heard it, and she stood up desperately and looked behind the battlefield - as if she wanted to see her sister, her own brother and her father there.

Sorry, I'm dying...

At the last moment of her life, the first thing that came to her mind was the pale and tender face of her sick mother, and then this face disappeared into the dark, replacing it with a cheerful, steady face.

Her sharp claw teeth ripped her armor in a flash, and Faina felt herself flying high, everything in the world spinning like it was, and that feeling was actually floating, as if everything was losing weight.

Then she felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and her vision seemed to be covered in blood, swept away by heavy tiredness.

Then, darkness.

Silent, silent darkness.

“Damn, hillbilly...”

……

Veronica's face sank like water and grabbed Elise's arm dead. The latter cried her sister's name as she cried, but soon, she became sizzling and even her voice became dull, leaving her only strength to cry.

She watched her sister's figure submerged by clusters, and her little body seemed to have lost all its strength for a moment, kneeling powerlessly and kneeling between the cold sands.

The women's regiment had no expression, and as commander of the war, she could not show any shaking, but Faina's accident, still wanting a sword, went straight into her heart, made her lips a little white.

At this moment, all she can do is gently lift Elise up and quietly hold the little girl, who has become a teardropper, in her arms, silently awaiting the final outcome of the battle from the heavy cavalry.

Hope or despair.

Elise cried in her arms.

Time is running out.

Cluster armies are surrounding us from the direction of Mehotofen, more than a dozen miles away, feeling the ground tremor, tiny stones jumping on the ground, like a sign of something.

The Kurdish Reserve's light cavalry, Anli, was silent on the hills, while a platoon of knights was turning back on horseback and a black line had appeared hidden between the sky's fluctuating hills.

Aristocrats are earthy.

Many are turning back, shaking for the first time on the dune, and some have been paralyzed.

Veronica held Elise quietly and for the first time she had not drawn a sword on the battlefield and her hands were slightly pale in the fingers. Decades of her career as a john, she felt her hands tremble a little because of the war, which was destined to bury the Krutz.

“Lord Gilt, what exactly have we done wrong? ”

“Why punish us so? ”

Some have questioned the wind with sorrow.

“It's over, it's over, the empire's over! ”

Some are desperate, but others are filled with courage. Little Pero looked sympathetically at Elise, who was crying almost weakly, and felt a little sad about Faina's death. That was a good girl, but he didn't think it was worth the sigh, because that was where a knight deserved to be.

Unlike others, he witnessed this desperate and tragic battlefield in front of him. There was not much fear in his heart, but only boiling blood and full of battle.

Why fear death? Glorious World War I, Margaux wrapped the corpse, was the return of the warrior.

With this in mind, Pelo Jr. came to Veronica and said aloud: "My Lord Commander, Teacher, order the Light Cavalry Regiment to strike. We have no chance but to live in death. ”

He shouted, "I am not afraid to die, but beg for war! ”

Veronica turns around and looks at him. Pello Jr., son of Sir Roston, who was a member of the Knights of the Folds and fought alongside Brando and Freya during the First World War of the Dead Frost Forest, remained in Eruin for the reasons of the Crown Prince after the death, and his identity was removed from the Knights of the Folds. Veronica's reappointment of Viscount Rosca as commander of the Light Cavalry Reserve at this moment values his outstanding cavalry command talent.

And fearless courage.

“At least the Cruz have the courage.” Veronica replied.

Her voice came out of the battlefield as far as the wind could see.

There were some agitated light cavalry regiments that were serious, and people on horseback looked at each other as if they had gained courage and strength from this sentence.

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