The Amber Sword

Brando silently retrieved Sina's sword back into the sheath, thinking about it, and the subconscious wanted to feel Mintai immediately. If Ovewell is truly unreliable, then Sister Bai is in danger at this moment.

But he held his impulse alive.

Brando understands that this is not a self-destabilizing time, and that Tonigal must remain stable in the rear if he is to win.

He turned around and looked at the young man.

The young man noticed Brando's steady gaze and couldn't help but shrink his mind.

“What else do you want to say? ”

Brando looked at him and asked very calmly.

“Wait, you can't kill me--” the young man screamed, "I'm the son of Sard Barbarossa! ”

“I am not the one who killed you, but all the crimes you have committed," Brando replied faintly as if he had not heard him. “Say the last words, in the face of Lord Martha. ”

“No, I didn't do anything wrong!” Aware that this mortal is not playing around, the young man panicked at last: "I am a Buga, Elu, my father can make up his mind about the war in the country, etc., don't you understand? ”

The young man suddenly shut his mouth.

Brando had some cold hands on his forehead.

“You, you kill me, there is no chance that this war will subside...”

“There is no chance that this war will subside from the moment you hurt the Eluynes," Brando replied calmly, "and I have been sentenced to death for the murder of members of the royal family, given this sacred power of judgment as lord of Eluyn's nobility, Tonigal, and in the presence of Martha, I declare you to be sentenced to death. ”

The young man had infinite fear in his eyes, and he struggled hard, but suddenly his back brain burst apart, scattering red and white.

The young man's body twitched and fell on his back.

A raven in the square was silent, and everyone watched the scene in dismay. Although Brando had previously killed seven or eight Bukas, it was far less shocking than the current scene, when a public declaration of war was made against the Buka-Salds.

Brando turned around and looked at him with every pair of eyes in the square.

He sighed and raised his hand. As he moved, the crowd rioted for a while, one hand, two hands, more hands held fists up.

“Tony Gale! ”

Don't know who shouted.

Then more voices rang out.

“My lord! ”

People waved their fists and raved about this territory with his name.

Brando watched all of this silently, but he pressed his hands and let everyone calm down again.

“I'm not a Toniguer. ”

After a moment of silence Brando opened his mouth. His first sentence was to relapse the square into silence. People gradually let go and looked at their lords with confusion.

What does the lord want to say?

Brando's eyes were also on his people, although he had never put much effort into the territory - everything Tonigal was now, in fact, mostly thanks to Roman and Antitina.

Although the businesswoman is trapped at the other end of the world's crystal wall, the bureaucratic lady and Her Royal Highness are equally trapped in Jeannel, with no news.

But Brando's heart is not grey.

Eluin is not the only hero, it is the efforts of many who have created today, although some of them may never see it again - like His Royal Highness Levin Orneson, like the heroes who have slept long enough to defend Eluin's wars.

Though many people are trapped, struggling and fighting with the present and future difficult obstacles.

He went on to say that the sound was steady and calm, but sufficient to spread throughout the square:

“I'm not an Elsen, I have the blood of a highland knight in me. ”

“Nor am I a Carrego, because I grew up in the mountains of Butch. ”

“But I'm an Eruin. ”

He reached out to everyone.

“You too. ”

“You should not be proud of Tonigal alone, but of Eruin, for without this ancient kingdom Tonigel is nothing. ”

“This is a land where heroes grow, and everything you have today is an effort that people have made in the past. ”

“And all that Elu has in the future depends on our present efforts. ”

“Was it the royal party and the aristocrats of Eruin who gave you everything? ”

Brando shook his head.

“Why do you, proud Eruins, let others decide the fate of the kingdom? It is not a ridiculous court struggle, but a way to revive the kingdom. ”

He looked at everyone in the square with a calm and far-reaching eye and said to them:

“The Eruins, go, go and revive the kingdom, and henceforth it will no longer belong to the short-sighted nobles and lords who collude with foreign enemies. This is a war that belongs to every one of you, and when you set foot on this land, and a deep sense of pride drives you to fight, and when you understand that this is a war of the Eluites, not a ridiculous battle between nobles, honor belongs to every one of you. ”

“And glory,” replied Brando softly, "belongs to our homeland. ”

He raised his right hand.

“Eruin...! ”

Everyone in the square is in tears.

They shouted, as if they were about to go into this sacred war, what kinds of sparks were lit in the darkness, sparkling in people's hearts.

Rollint looked deeply at the scene, the recurring scene in his dream, the brilliant flag, the battle of his fathers, the eluin in that dream.

Little Montolo was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he shouted: "Please let me follow you, Lord, I want to go to Lord Mintai immediately. ”

Brando only looked at them once.

“Go to Valhalla, where you have everything you want. ”

In the hotel, Heinf and Female Swordsman Claudia lay on the floor, gasping heavily, and the knights of Black Armor had long since retreated, listening quietly to the thunder of cheer in the square.

Hainf suddenly turned around and noticed that the female swordsman's spectacular gaze was also looking at himself, with a dark pulse in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand and clasped the female swordsman's slender five fingers.

“Marry me, Miss Claudia, and I will marry you anyway. ”

Hainfe took a breath and said softly.

“But we've only just met, Mr. Noble, and I'm just a mercenary. ”

“Does that matter? ”

The eyes of the two were silently interwoven.

And then we kissed each other.

……

“Martha, those Carnegie guys didn't lie to us. There's a world tree here! ”

A wizard couldn't bear to exclaim.

In the bushes of Shawther in the winter, there are seven or eight gray robe wizards standing at this moment, all astonished by the spectacular sight of the valley not far from here: the giant trees of Paradise stand in the valley, it is so huge and long, the branches of the flourishing trunks are even more uprooted than the mountains, and the hills of Chaffrond are just shallow dunes at its root.

A city is hidden beneath the vast roots of giant trees, surrounded by tall walls, towers and fortresses, streets and buildings, formations of red and green roofs, and paths leading into the hills radiate in all directions, like a web of spiders.

“Raging heavenly objects.” A wizard shook his head: "I really don't know what Druids in the Ring of the World think, how could they give such a thing to mortals and look at their cities, which is gruesome. ”

“The same is true of magic protection, which breaks with a single stamp.” Another man replied.

“The mortals also call this the final fortress, what a wretch, and their insights are probably limited to the homecoming wars between mortals. ”

“It's good to be here, at least. It's a civilized border, and even units like the Flying Dragon Knight are difficult to send in formation in this little kingdom. ”

“That thing is worse than the grey stone ghosts that the Kanaks eliminated a few years ago. ”

Everyone's face shows a divine color of compassion.

“Well, put away your superiority.” The head wizard said, "We are not here to scorn mortals, nor are they born vile. Whoever our opponents are, we are only faithful to our mission, that is all. ”

Wizards tidy up their emotions. Silver folk are indeed born proud and do not need foreign objects to modify them. They understand their rhetoric, but seldom take it seriously.

The pride of descent is far more convincing than the achievement of the day after tomorrow, and the Bukas, after all, do not need to contrast with mortals to reveal their extraordinary.

Except for a few...

“But it's too big,” a wizard frowned. “We don't have time to scan it. ”

While they still have an option to string magic to destroy the city altogether, and to achieve it as well, this is, after all, a civilized world, and their enemies are not barbarians - they use magic to kill tens of thousands of civilians, an option that the wizards consciously exclude.

“Like us, people are proud to be close to the sky, so that they can make religious buildings tall and big.” The head wizard replied, "We started searching from the top down, and I saw a square in the canopy, which obviously wasn't irrelevant. ”

“How do we get there and fly straight over? ”

“No, you're insane,” another argued, “that's too conspicuous. ”

The leading wizard also shook his head and looked to the side of the canopy, where huge branches lay like bridges, naturally forming a spherical void in the canopy with countless silver floating warships parked inside.

……