The Amber Sword

Befalae Harbour.

The tall sailboat is leaving the harbour, and the stern of the boat marks a white trail in the bay. The sailors shouted the trumpet down the cloudy sail and a cable straightened in the captain's and first mate's password.

Brando stood on a damp stone bridge looking out toward the harbour area, only to see people fleeing under black pressure on the pier.

The news of Martha's betrayal of the Moon Goddess and the collapse of the Eternal Death realm soon came here. The local dark nobles and spirits had caught up with the Queen's army, while the remaining human refugees had arrived from nearby areas, gathered at several ports in Befalaje, Lopeson and Nagorny. These people expect to flee to Silver Bay or Grey Mountain areas by boat, with very few of them choosing Eruin.

Few, however, can truly find a boat that is willing to take them away, and most can only look with envy at those who have a certain amount of family wealth dragging them away with their mouths, while those who remain can only wait to die.

Brando frowned and looked at the disturbed crowd, crying and shocking at the pier. He even saw people being squeezed down the pier, and those who fell into the water struggled in the sea. Though very uncomfortable, there was nothing he could do.

Compared to the size of the refugees, the capacity of the port of Befalaje is far from adequate.

Perhaps Madara's upper echelons had gone too far, but staying was also a dead end, and the man with the mercury wand, with her own indifference, had once again made the most correct decision.

Princess Magdalene couldn't bear the colour of her face.

They arrived in Befalaje three days ago, and Martha sent them to Yongmao Forest, which is not too far from Befalaje at the foot of the Tedat Mountains.

Located north of Madara, Befalaje overlooks the dark star sea of the Nitmina Peninsula, where the gray mountains lie, and is Madara's last supply port to the Eruin and Silver Bay areas.

There is not much distance from here to Eruin, and the merchants travel along the Bucchi Mountains for only half a month, to the east is the Karasu Plateau, controlled by the highland knights.

It has traditionally been a news hub in the north of the Sea of the Dead Moon, and refugees from the south have brought rumours of clusters and marches of the Great Army of the Dead. In the latest rumours, the Corps of the Dead has turned to the Nautical Jacket, dividing into two parts at the mouth of the Toras Mountains in the north of the Sea of the Dead Moon, some to the east, while the main force has turned to the Strait of Tobanja.

The Strait of Tobania is a naturally occurring isthmus between St. Osor and Maddala, and to the west of the Dark Sea it appears that Her Majesty the Queen of Maddala has made up her mind to enter the Grey Mountains from there. As for the one heading east, it seems likely that Brando went to Eruin.

In addition to the news of the South, some of the convoys that arrived a month ago brought news of the North, but with less timeliness, rumours of the disintegration of the Cruz Empire spread like a plague. Some of the trail news, however, refers to the Cruz peace talks with the Wind Elves in the Four Realms, which was unexpected by Brando.

It appears that the imperial side also survived the First World War with great concern for the comfort of Fayna and Ms. Veronica, as well as the Sister of the Lion's Blessed Palace, who was always on the face, and the Grand Sacred Walla.

Especially the Great Saint Walla, who, after the death of Queen Silver, was the pillar of the Empire's spirit and faith, and if he unfortunately died in the war, the Empire would soon become a scattered sand. One of the four great empires of mankind and elves was too hard on the order camp.

But true and false news is hidden in rumours of chaos that make it impossible to tell the truth about the events, and Brando can only give up speculation and wait for Eruin to come back to his own conclusion.

He did not have to come here to crowd the fleeing crowd to occupy a limited number of boats, but Phoenix, Mr. Liu and Housch were going to Kowloon and Princess Magdalene was going back to the Principality of Antobulo, so everyone had to be separated here.

In fact, the boat was found a day ago —— Phoenix Fire -- and they happened to meet a merchant fleet returning to Kyufeng, which would take the Strait of Tobania to the Red Jade Mountains area, enough to avoid the strait route that had been cut off by the unknown. Princess Magdalene, on the other hand, hired a whaling boat to Storm Harbor, and with her current strength, Brando would not be in any trouble on her way.

Brando turned around and looked at the dragon girl standing at the pavilion next to the dragon.

That was Florfa, but at this moment the dark silver shine in her eyes had faded, and the golden flame representing the Golden Nation was rekindled deep in her pupils.

Frofa was discovered three days ago with Aloz, and one of the surviving dragons, a black dragon named Perl, was recovered when they were discovered.

Frofa was ready to return to Long Island, and Aloz, along with her other compatriot, naturally wanted to hang out with her, although the young dragon was desperate, but after all that had happened, she could not have wandered around without her heart.

On Dragon Island, there is not only the inheritance of dragons, but also the young dragons who were left there in the war. Today, the Dragon Nation has been severely traumatized. To maintain the survival of the ethnic group, it is the first priority to return to control of Dragon Island.

“Brando...”

Little Mother Dragon whimpered and ran into his suspicion, hitting Brando with white eyes, almost falling straight back into the sea. Aloz raised his head in tears and blinked his golden eyes: "Brando, you must wait for us. When everything is done, I will come to you with Frofa. ”

Frofa couldn't bear to frown.

However, she nodded slightly to Brando, and she understood that she and Aloz would not have stood perfectly here had it not been for this human being, and that the dragons would have suffered even more.

But when she thought of her earrings falling into each other's hands, she felt a little confused in her heart.

“Mr. Brando,” Frofa said, her voice was very gentle and beautiful: "Aloz's temper has always been the same, you don't have to mind, we thank you very much for your help. ”

Come on, she gave a gift to the people in the place and said with apologies: “I'm sorry, everyone, I brought misfortune and disaster to your fellow countrymen. When I return from Long Island, I will do my best to make up for my mistakes...”

“There's no need, Miss Frofa,” Magdalene comforted her: "In fact, we all know that you didn't mean it, and you were just being manipulated by the Dragon of Dusk, and now that you can recover, we'll just be happy. ”

Florfamer nodded silently.

“Fine,” Housch put his hands behind his head and told a cold joke: "At least you don't have to confess in front of Lord Bahamet, because even now the Dragon God has betrayed the Dragon of Dusk. ”

“Rookie!” Phoenix flame stabbed the guy with a blade handle.

“What," Rookie screamed in agony: "I'm not wrong. Besides, Miss Froufa is a giant dragon, she can't even bear that? ”

“No ivory comes from the mouth of a dog.” The phoenix glared at him.

“Miss Phoenix, Mr. Archie, don't argue. Mr. Fanch was right that the Great Dragon was a warrior of the gods, and that frustration is nothing, and we have suffered heavy losses in past wars. ”

Flofa interrupted them, and she appeared very calm, apparently already aware of the dramatic changes within the Dragon clan. However, the teenage girl's slight loss of her bloody face still reflected her heart, apparently less calm than imagined.

The dragons lost a great deal in successive wars, but this time they lost their gods.

“Miss Frofa...” the phoenix said with some concern that she subconsciously looked at her teacher.

Brando felt something, and he looked at Frofa - because of Aloz, the girl had misunderstood him, and in fact he was still feeling a little embarrassed, not knowing how to get along. But Florfa seemed so faint that she bears his gaze quite frankly.

“Are you going back to Dragon Island to take control of the temple in the Bahamas?” Brando asked.

Florfa's eyes flashed with surprise.

The temple of the Bahamas is the heart of Dragon Island, and she must place the dragon inheritance with the dragon descendants before the Dragon God arrives there. If necessary, she must abandon Dragon Island and find another place to live.

And while the dragons lost a lot in the First World War, she believed that many of them still survived, and she had to bring them together - a world in which the power of the Golden Nation was needed.

She nodded.

“Flofa,” Brando thought about it and said, “we all know exactly what the next war means to the world, and I don't want to say more, but there are some suggestions. ”

“Please, Mr. Brando. ”

“I think we are not facing a war in which single-handedly struggles can prevail, and even if all of Vaughn's forces are united, it is still weak in front of this powerful opponent, and therefore we cannot disperse. Now it is rumored that the Finn Zan, the Cruz and the Wind Pokémon are engaged in a negotiation, and if it does exist, it must be something that the Finn Zan, the Cruz and the Wind Pokémon are aware of. And before we go to the realm of stagnation, in fact, the dead spirits of Madara - their supreme ones, Her Majesty the Queen, who almost made the same suggestion to us - hope to be able to convey a good will to the whole world of light through Eruin: the dead soldiers are now travelling in two paths across the Straits of Tobania and the mountains of Butch - but not to attack St. Osor and Eruin, but to stand with the whole world of order and face the war together. ”

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