The Amber Sword

‘There are only a handful of magicians who act alone, who are the masters of countless faces, and who, in their own world, possess countless territories, riches and servants -’

‘The group of cards that the young man chose for you was a knight, and I've seen your other cards of destiny, whether‘ White City Pioneer ’or‘ Cavalry Preparation ’, are better suited for the big scene, and I think your profession should be that of a knight lord who commands a thousand armies. ’

‘But the glorious kingdom also begins with a small piece of territory, and I will send you to complete the challenge of the Knight King, and you will build your kingdom and glory in a fictional world until it is recognized by the gods. ’

‘And that's exactly what the gods arena--’

After a dazzling light, that strange world disappeared.

Silver-haired elf girl stands alone in a golden wilderness.

When the breeze blows through the grasslands and the yellowish grasshopper plants tumble down, a golden surge emerges, but this landscape creates a peculiar landscape as it stretches between the heavens and the earth.

The noise swept through the whole lonely world, like the sea.

Fusia, the king of evil dragons, still speaks in her ears, passing through the grassy wind slightly between her ears and her hair, and Metishamer stares at this strange land.

The wilderness of solitude--

‘This lost world looks at the material world parallel to it as if it were a traveler, at the end of the world's corner, as if it were a traveler's journey. ’

One voice said, or should have been silent, and when strange knowledge broke into her mind, Metissa understood where it was.

A swordsman in a patterned blouse separated the dead yellow grass and came to her, lifting his sword to show her that the silver mask sparkled in the sun.

Metisa stunned for a moment before realizing that this was a challenge for herself.

She nodded at the strange swordsman and picked up her longgun, which naturally appeared in her hands in silver.

At the same moment, the original courteous swordsman attacked.

It was a very peculiar sword technique.

Concise, effective, but somewhat overly rigorous or even mechanized, this sword technique is different from any of the swords she sees all over Warnd and from Brando's swordsmanship she has seen.

The sword technique seemed to follow one of the strictest rules, and at a glance, each sword had to be built on the trajectory set by the previous sword, which seemed to be very predictable, but Metisa soon found herself difficult to recruit.

This discovery made her sweat instantly on her forehead.

The swordsman suppressed her level of strength on one level, that is, the level above and below the side of truth after the elements were opened, that is, the other side suppressed her simply by means of swordsmanship.

This perception makes Metissa uncomfortable: she is a silver elf, one of the world's most skilled in combat, and the silver elves are proud not of their superiority in absolute power, but of their tireless pursuit of combat skills.

But the swordsmanship of the swordsman in front of him - not to mention a rather irrational sword technique - did not consider the opponent's coping skills, only one sword followed by one sword, but each sword accurately calculated the difference in millimeters, and there was no error in the connection between each sword and the next.

Metisa finds herself completely unable to grasp any of the other party's mistakes and, on the contrary, she understands that with a little negligence, she will be in a state of total annihilation.

The magician's test is so difficult.

The little Fairy Princess regretted it, and she was even afraid she wouldn't see Brando.

But since the Battle of the Saints, the self-confidence and disobedience that had accumulated over the millennium had quickly calmed Metissa down, and she had never given up when she had seen a more dangerous situation, when thousands of armies had been nestled, and naturally so at this moment.

A knight, a lord, a king, what he needs first and foremost is infinite confidence, especially the ancient kings of the Kaijiang Expansion, who have no firm conviction to sustain them, nor can they leave their names in the historic galaxies.

Metissa knows that.

When this light flashed in her mind, she found herself as if she ‘understood’ each other's swordsmanship, a strange swordsman who was fast as lightning had left traces in her field of view for the first time.

Like an instinct, the little princess of the Silver Elf seized the opportunity, and for the first time in this offensive defense, she took a step forward, drank a shout, and the long gun in her hand passed through the swordsman's silver shadow, hitting each other's chest.

The swordsman flew out like a pack of scattered scarecrows.

Metissa only noticed that the other party was an assembly.

But just at this moment, Metisa heard a ‘buzz' and she didn't know what was going on and hurried to retract the gun. But it was still a step slower, seeing the swordsman split in half the sky, and its limbs, head, and torso were like a bursting clock from which countless strange spherical members flew out.

As soon as the spherical members appeared in the air, the whole child split from the middle and unfolded a pair of mechanical wings into a metal puncher. Metissa had just arrived a step back in time, and the sky's wings pounded towards her. She could only cover critical areas such as her chest with a long gun and felt the heat on her arm's thighs. The sharp wings of the wings had left a bloody red knife there.

The little princess of the Pokémon couldn't handle the wound and turned around immediately to see those punchers flying behind her and forming another attack formation in the middle of the air. But how could she make the same mistake twice, yelling, "Get down here! ”

With all the elements of the spirit fully open, Metisa quickly unfolded a pair of clear wings hundreds of meters long, sweeping the wings horizontally, and the metal puncher in the middle of the sky seemed to snap off the ground with a little rain.

As soon as those punchers landed, they closed their wings and reshaped the shape of the metal sphere. And then, as Metisa watched, they were still closing in on each other, in a squeaky sound, regrouping the look of the former swordsman.

Metisa stared and hurried to grasp the longgun to guard against another attack, but it was at this time that the swordsman struggled to get up from the ground and come to Metisa obliquely. When Metisa saw it had no intention of attacking, she looked at each other curiously, but saw the swordsman slowly bending down and then kneeling on one knee, holding his fist in his right hand on his chest, lowering his head and placing his chin over his right fist. Show loyalty.

Then she ‘sees' each other's attributes:

Light Wing Guard

Yongge IX

Light 2, Magic X

[Divine artifact creature]

When the Light Wing Guard enters, it has X level indicators on it.

When the Light Wing Guard dies, for every level indicator on it, a Grade 15, colorless, flying alien punch-derived artifact creature is placed in the field.

‘When the moment of destruction comes, the sky will shine like a holy light...’

It was a wonderful feeling, as if what she saw in her eyes was the essence of a world, but when Metissa wanted to see the card further, the whole world twisted and a voice said in her head:

‘The conquest of the land begins with the conquest of the hearts and minds, and no king fought alone with the monarchy. The wilderness of solitude is the journey of the distant, but it is also the starting point for another journey--'

Wilderness of Solitude

Yongge XIX

The wilderness of solitude needs to be sidelined.

Horizontal: Increases the power of the 2-point optical system into your pool of elements.

Loop, (Drop this card, grab a card)

‘Exists between existing and no--’

The world of strange land departure fell into a pitch-black void, and Metisa was stunned for a moment before turning back to see Fusia's huge body lying beside herself.

She saw those two sparkling fate cards hanging in front of her.

The king of evil dragons bowed his head and said to her: "Looks like you've passed the first test, you have the first follower, just like every king and lord has taken the first step, and then you're going to build your kingdom and your world. ”

“I don't quite understand,” Metissa said aloud: "Destiny cards are supposed to be a projection of the rules of the world, but how can this dream world generate this projection? ”

Fusia's long face revealed a slight smile.

“If the world of mortals cannot be born, then everything in the past is nothing but a dream. The magician constructed the power of the world, and there was no essential difference between the power of the gods and Martha in the past to construct Warnde. ”

“Are you saying that all of this is a fiction in itself? ”

“No, magic is real, and the brigadier stole it all to build his own world. Now you have the spark of a brigade magician, which is what the gods call the power of ‘divinity', so naturally you can get everything you want from this world. ”

“I still don't understand, Lord Fusia. ”

“It doesn't matter, I don't know all about it either, maybe only the first generation of the Gods can explain to you what this arena is all about.” Fusia replied: “Well, we don't have much time left. It's time for your next challenge. Your companion has gone further than you...”

“Hippamilla? ”

“That's an interesting little girl who shouldn't have existed in this day and age. Your master must be a strange guy, and he knows the rules very differently from ours. ”

Metissa opened her mouth and seemed to want to say something else, but the scenery in front of her had changed again.

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