The Amber Sword

The sky is getting darker and darker. Within the dead moon, the sea falls slowly into the depths of the sea, and the sun's afterglow seems to evaporate the surrounding water vapour, causing the clouds to become distorted. In the golden pupil of the dragon, it's a huge fireball sinking beneath the sea, surrounded by a circle of emeralds.

Noisy people and dogs bark through the bushes not far away into her ears, and if she normally breathes a little of her body, she can let those hounds scream on the ground and dare not move forward. But not at this moment, because in that case, the pursuit of soldiers would also immediately find her hiding here.

But even if she didn't move, it was only a matter of time before she was discovered.

This made Aloz feel desperate, and she was covered with a large, small, deep, light wound, and in some places even pus, her bright, beautiful golden pupils were now darkly discolored, as if they were going to dissipate at any moment. Though not all of those wounds are human masterpieces, especially the deepest ones, like torn apart by the claws, rolled over the skin, and the wounds were white.

The hounds finally smelled the intense blood in this direction. The closer the barking sounded, the sooner or later the bushes burst into chaos. Several of the hounds burst out of the grass with their teeth grinning and touched Aloz.

The animals also hid a disturbing smell in Aloz and dared not come any closer than a certain distance, barking at the dragon.

“Get out of here! ”

Aloz's hand flashed, a moon arc swept between the hounds, the heads of several hounds took off high, and the rest of the hounds whimpered with fear, turning around and walking.

Aloz knew he had been exposed and stood up with the little tree behind him, intending to continue to flee deep into the valley. But she had just turned around, and there was a broken tsunami behind her, a sore shoulder, and a huge force brought her forward almost to the ground.

Aloz looked black and looked back at his teeth and saw a crossbow inserted into his left shoulder. The crossbow cut the muscles between his shoulder blades and drilled in. If the average person's left hand was presumably scrapped, but she was a dragon, the injury was only a minor injury to her.

The real threat stems from the deep bone wounds on her body, as well as from the excessive loss of blood that these humans would never have seen in her eyes during her full life. Unfortunately, if Aroz had not seen humans surrounded by torches, spears and crossbows, a great deal of sadness would have suddenly surfaced in his heart.

“How dare you, you bloody heathens, attack the dragon and one day the wrath of vengeance will come upon you and tear you and your Lord to pieces!” Aloz roared angrily.

“Revenge… haha.” The heathen made a wild laugh.

“The Dragons are finished, little beauty," a gloomy voice came from the crowd, and the voice grinned coldly: “Otherwise, how did you end up here? Indeed, I recognize the dragon as a noble golden bloodline, but unfortunately, the more noble your bloodline is, the more valuable you will be as a sacrifice, and your blood, life and soul will belong to the Supreme Lord of Purgatory! ”

“You dream, Denuk, and I will not let you do it if I die!” Aloz revealed his pointy teeth and said angrily.

“Unfortunately, the dragon's life force is too strong to do even suicide in your current state. It's so sad that you can't even maintain the dragon shape yet. Why do you have to be strong here? ”

A shady middle-aged man came out from behind the crowd, wearing a brown golden sheep-headed gown, the very owner of Hadran, Denouk.

He made a gesture to the guard beside him, pointing to Aloz: “Tie her up, be careful, don't do anything manually. This is a sacrifice for Lord Arkentu. One cold hair is missing, and I want you to land on your heads. ”

Several heathens immediately came forward with a rope.

Aloz's golden pupils lit up slightly, opening, and suddenly a few trembling notes came from deep down his throat: "SRAK-AN-DOT! ”

A silver shockwave swept around her, sweeping towards the nearby heathen. Several heathens had been lifted out before they could react, and the entire body had been blown apart in mid-air before it had landed.

The shock wave continued to advance, sweeping toward Denuk, who was blocking it on the way forward, and his face changed dramatically, raising his hand and shining a black crystal ring on his right index finger, holding up a black light sphere almost at the same time, wrapping him in it.

As soon as the light bulb lasted, it collided with the silver shock wave, and the surface of the light bulb fluctuated violently before the silver shock wave finally subsided invisible. But even so, the aftermath of the shock wave swept through the light sphere, sweeping Denouk's chest, which hummed and looked white, but at least it didn't end as well as its own men.

The moment Denuk lit up the ring, Aloz closed her eyes in despair, and her deliberate blow failed to end up with this despicable human being. Has the dragons really been abandoned by their creators and their majestic father?

“Flofa... I'm sorry...”

A drop of golden tears slipped off Aloz's cheeks.

“String magic!” Denuk roars - in this world, only string magic is so powerful in purely lethal magic. He knew very well that he had walked back and forth before the ghost gate closed, and if he did not have an absolute protective ring from his master, the blow would have been enough for him to walk in the dust of his own men.

But the absolute protective ring is so precious and can only be used once, it can be said to amount to a second life, and he never dreamed of wasting it in this place. Denuk was furious and pulled his sword toward Aloz without thinking or wanting to stab him. He knew full well that the dragon's life was tenacious and that one or two of his swords would not be fatal, but at least he could make this damned woman suffer.

And the other side is so weak, it will never be his opponent.

He raised his sword, but Aroz had not heard it. At this moment, her mind was actually a little floating; what she saw in Denouk's eyes was not the glittering blade, but the nightmarish memories and scenes that tortured her day and night, repeatedly reproducing in front of her.

The sun-blocking monster, the fierce war, the huge, palpitating black sphere after the clouds, she saw Frofa smash herself into the sphere, fling irreversibly, looking at her with that resolute, farewell view.

Birth, war, meteor.

That's like the life of a giant dragon.

Aloz knew they wouldn't kill themselves here, but that didn't make any difference. It was only sooner or later, after losing the Dragon God's refuge, all the dragons had become orphans roaming the Vaughn Land.

The bloodline of gold has fallen, and since then there will never be such an arrogant and powerful creature in Warnde.

She waited quietly for the sword blade to come into the body with tearing pain.

But I waited a long time, and I never responded.

Instead, a roaring voice reached her ears, which was like a human utterance because of too much fear.

“Have I hallucinated? ”

Aloz's heart was slightly stunned.

She hesitated for a moment to open her eyes slightly.

She first saw Denuk, the master of Hadland, holding a long sword, pointing straight at her chest, less than an inch away.

But that's the distance, and it becomes the sky.

Denouk blushed, but he could not shake his sword, either forward or backward. Then he discovered with horror that he had even let go of his hand as a luxury.

Every inch of space around your body is like being completely locked out, and you can't move all over your body except your thoughts.

“This... this is...”

He kept his last move, even his body suspended halfway through the air, from anger to stunner, and from stunner to fear, and finally a roaring voice came out of the depths of his throat due to his inability to speak.

As a master on the side of truth, Denouk quickly understood what he was facing.

Extreme plains, the laws of time and space.

Then he saw the figure standing behind Aloz.

A young man with a half elf girl in his hand.

What kind of combination is this?

This was Denuk's last thought.

“You cannot kill me, I am Lord Arkentu's servant -” he suddenly screamed as if he had broken free of space constraints, but what awaited him was a dark golden sword.

The blade pierced his throat and Denuk opened his eyes and could only watch his own filthy blood gush out.

Aloz turned his head in disgust.

But when the young mother dragon saw the sword-shaking hand and the master of the sword-shaking hand, the whole person seemed to have stayed in the dream.

And Denouk's men, the sheep-heads, saw the scene as if it was crazy, pulling out their weapons and roaring towards Brando.

“Brando, be careful, they have Arkentu's family! ”

Aloz 'memories of Brando's strength remain on the battlefield of the First Battle of Ambessel.

But she immediately saw Brando slowly pull the sword out of Denuk's throat, with a dark golden blade and a golden red crack on the ridge.

She suddenly opened her mouth.

Because she knows this sword.

This sword has many names, but only one, belongs to Cruz.

Blade of Fire, Orphis.

Brando raised his sword, left to right, gently drawing.

A bright golden line extending from left to right, from the position of the waist of all sheepheads.

“Sword Name, Orphis, Flame Nation -”

The gold wire split suddenly, followed by the flames that rose.

……