The Amber Sword

The young man finally showed horror, but he hadn't thought about escaping, losing seven or eight Bukas. He had no idea how to explain it to the Sard Witch, and in anger he could only attribute it to Brando's fault - it was just a mortal, but he didn't want to die.

He drew a green gemstone cane from his coat, pointing furiously at Brando: "How dare you murder the noble people of silver!? ”

Sir Rossburn finally reacted, rushing up to grab his hand and hissing: "Go! ”

But the red-eyed young man almost pulled him off his horse: “Shut up, you little loser, you cowardly heathen, if you don't want to fight, then fuck off! ”

Rossbourg's shadowy face turned backwards, and he finally glanced at the young man, finally determined to turn around and leave. But it didn't occur to the young man to turn around and raise his cane to him, a green light struck his vest.

Rossburn screamed and left his horse, struggling painfully on the ground.

“Cowards don't deserve to live.” The young man grinned brutally.

Brando watched two dogs bite the dog calmly from beginning to end.

“No life is noble,” Brando replied quietly, "everyone is noble because of what they do. ”

As the clouds scattered in the sky, a golden float came over the square.

And Brando is right in the middle of this square.

Toniguer's people watched the scene quietly.

Su knelt behind his young lord, holding his ankle, his face was complex and incredible.

She is deeply in love with Miss Freya and has always disliked the man who took Miss Freya's heart, but today for the first time she finds out that she may not be useless.

The young man grinned and pointed his short cane at Brando.

He wants to see how many times Sina can save this human being.

“Careful!” Rollint, Little Montolo shouted at the same time, and the last was Sue's voice.

Sy's movements were more direct. She opened the blood of Thor God, and the lightning swept in all directions. The cloak outside was directly turned into flying ash, revealing the silver chest armor below and the girl's red ponytail.

“It's Miss Sy!” There was a shout in the crowd.

One step forward, the mountain girl threw the long trite in her hand at the young man - the silver trident surrounded by electric light, colliding with the green beam in the middle of the air, both of which were in vain.

But at the next moment, the spark of electricity returned to Sy's hand and reappeared as a trident.

“Sky Blue Gun, Dragon Blood, Thunder God Blood!?” The young man's laugh was stuck in his throat.

He finally recognized the girl.

Brando never looked at the short cane in the young man's hand: "Some people never understand. ”

He reached out and dragged the young man like a duck a hundred meters away.

When a young man finds himself losing control of his body, the whole person collapses, and he thinks it's impossible, a human sage, which must be a hallucination.

The square was silent and terrible.

Only people breathe fine.

That is the Buga people of silver. I hear that each of them can have a catalytic element. Adults have at least the strength of the side of truth. The best among them are not lacking the extreme powerful and the sage.

Of the twelve wizard chiefs, the three strongest half-bodies were perfect and entered the demigod.

Their population is small, but equally the highest power in the world.

The people of such a people, like a dead duck, were pinched by their lord and lifted more than 100 meters apart.

Someone slapped themselves gently on the spot to make sure they weren't hallucinating.

The man is Little Montolo.

Brando couldn't help but cry and watch this live treasure move, and he directly sealed the connection between the young man and the magic network, the ability of the Sage Realm - the eternal solidification of the elements.

The sword he had previously given to Rawlinth and Montolo Jr. had used that ability. Although it was far from enough to make artifacts with his current master's degree of ability, there was no problem with making one or two fantasy weapons as long as he had the heart.

This is the power of sainthood.

Brando threw the young man aside like a dead dog and then went back to check on Sue. Luckily, the young girl just broke her foot.

He lifted Su up and the latter said to him wearily: "My lord, Ms. Utah, she...”

“She's fine.” Brando had already received information from Albert that the Grey Wolf mercenary group had intercepted Utah, who was about to be taken away from him in a cold shirt fort, and although the latter had been seriously injured, he had long expected Albert to take away the Angel Heart Bottle and some holy water, which had proved useful.

After learning the news, Sue seemed to have overspent all her spirit, completely relaxed, and drowned and fell asleep. Brando knew that she was overstretched and carefully handed her over to Sydney before slowly crossing the square to the young man and Sir Rossburn.

Throughout this process, everyone in the square watched their lord quietly.

Brando raised his head and the Bancian knights brought by the young man had long been scattered as birds and beasts, and the dragon knights of the King's Party had been killed and wounded. He remembered seeing a guy disguised as Yuta earlier, but now he's gone. He feels a little strange in secret, but now he doesn't have to go after him.

Brando lowered his head.

Sir Rossburn's face was gray and almost ready to swallow his last breath.

“Save... Save me...”

“You should know that this is impossible.” Brando replied.

Sir Rossburn's face changed several times, eventually revealing a sense of despair.

Brando knelt half down beside him, lifted his sleeve, revealed his pale right hand, and gently caressed his index finger with two fingers, where the light flashed and revealed a silver ring.

It's a snake with a title at the end.

Brando lifted his right hand, gently removed it and placed it in Sir Rossburn's chest, placing it on the ring with his left hand, whispering:

“All is one, all is returned, and the will of truth is with you and with me. ”

Sir Rossburn looked at all this with dismay, and he shrugged: "You… what? ”

“Rossburn, you chose the wrong path," Brando replied, "so you've been betrayed. Don't you have anything to say? Tell me, I'll listen. ”

The young man beside him struggled violently, and Rossbourg was similarly exposed to the struggle. His chest suddenly fluctuated a few times, looking at the young man with an angry look: “The Buga plan plunged Eruin into civil strife, and they assassinated Prince Levin Oneson, who participated in the operation with another man. ”

“You assassinated His Highness Levine. ”

“And his maid, Edsha, we didn't do it, and the whole operation was arranged by the Buga alone.” Rossburn gasped like a broken air chest, with dark red blood spilling out of his mouth and nose.

Brando didn't talk.

He recalls the elder prince, who had once been on the brink of Ambethel, describing in his letter his expectations for Eruin's future. Brando knew that he had lost his arm to his ideals, but didn't expect fate to make a bad joke about him.

He used to joke that his life would be difficult to ‘see' with his hero, Eruin, who had been given a dragon blood pool this time and was expected to heal the eldest son's eyes, but did not expect the joke to end.

“Damn you!” When Little Montolo heard the news, he was angry enough to pull out his sword and stab Rossborn. But Brando instructed Syd to grab him firmly, "He's dying.” Brando said softly.

Little Montolo shouted angrily, kicking the young man next to him, kicking him in the heel, and this time nobody stopped him.

With the physical qualities of the Bukas, the young man's mouth was bleeding, wondering how powerful little Montolo's foot was. The young man was silent and had a dark anger in his heart, and he should have let Roseburn go, saving him so many extraneous branches.

Brando pressed Rossburn's chest and asked, "How did they get into Tony Gale and who took them? ”

“It's me.”

“What else? ”

Roseburn's eyes have completely dissipated, and he's almost unconsciously mumbling: “And Ovewell...”

“Ovewell?” Brando's heart is heavy.

“Count Ovewell he...”

“Enough, shut up!” Young people can't bear to talk. But little Montolo punched him in the stomach with resentment, causing the young man to bend over.

But his words seemed to sober Roseburn up, and he made a howling sound, his hands like the sky seemed to want to grab something.

This motion was rated here, and Brando sighed when he felt Rossburn's heart beat had stopped completely. His spells were too low-order, and although he was in the dark, the effects were not deep enough.

He looked at Roseburn's body and didn't have any sympathy in his heart. He wasn't really unable to save the man, he just didn't have the will.

“Shit,” Little Montolo jumped: “Count Ovewell is organizing a defense in Paris, if he betrays Her Highness! ”

Brando's heart also flickered with haze, although Roseburn's words were not necessarily entirely credible, and he was unwilling to believe that Ovewell would betray the royal family.

“How long has it been since the rebels laid siege to Pallas? ”

“Three days. ”

“When did Count Ovewell arrive in Pallas? ”

“Also two days ago. ”

“Any news from Mintai? ”

Little Montolo thought about it, after all, he was not the decision-making level of Cold Cedar Collar, and he didn't really have much more information than the average person. But he's at least a waiter knight who knows how to analyze information.

But his face suddenly changed: “… the Earl, the Count, Ms. Nimatis seems to be retreating from Mintai, she doesn't know all this...”

Brando's face changed.

……