The Amber Sword

Brando flies along the Gulls Valley in the direction of Mintai, underneath which lies the vagaries of the western forests of Chaffrend, with snow-covered bright white in the dark wooded land of twilight and winter, as if it were a world covered in silver vegetables. This forest is not a rare place to go, it is in fact the main road from Mintai, Alta, Paris, Chaffrend to Cold Cedar Collar, the forest is decorated with sporadic plantations and villages, and occasionally you can see hunters' huts in the forest, but most of them are long gone, and the atmosphere of war has gathered over Tonigal.

Seeing this scene, Brando's heart is calm, and the construction of the Cold Cedar Collar brings together the hearts and minds of many people. Antina and Roman spent several years turning this place from a barren land into a thriving commercial exchange.

But as opposed to the hardships of construction, destruction often takes only a brief moment.

Instead of leading the kingdom forward, the nobles of Eruin have become a source of hindrance to its progress. The royal party he remembered had long ceased to exist, and Her Royal Highness hoped that people would regain the faith of the first monarch, but in the end it was nothing more than a shadow.

It's not all good, an Eruin who returns to the dust, its heroes, even they themselves, determine the fate of the future tragedy of this kingdom.

This renewed experience tells him that everything in his original history was no accident, and that every person in it - even himself - has driven the course of history and set it on the path of non-return since then.

But he was not angry.

Or cold feelings suppressed his anger, and what he needed was not resentment, but a thorough cleansing.

He understands that everyone can do a lot of wrong, and he himself is no exception. Neither he nor Princess Griffin can decide this.

But now that the nobles have chosen their destiny,

Then they must have anticipated the consequences of failure.

At that moment Brando understood that an era had passed and that the Eruin he was familiar with would never return.

He completely unfolded his network of laws, and the power of the sage was enclosed between heaven and earth, an almost divine atmosphere, but it merged with the origins of the world - that is the power of existence. It is supreme, yet pervasive, and unrecognizable, and when everyone is chasing the ultimate power, they do not know that they are already in it.

That is the power of the whole world.

Over the forest, a mesh formed in Brando's eyes that was constantly closing towards the centre, no longer made up of continuous spaces, but nodes after node after node, and as he passed through those nodes, the landscape seemed to automatically retract from afar and close to him. In the eyes of outsiders, it is like a point of continuous forward movement in the sky, forming a straight forward silver line, like a meteor crossing the sky, pointing in the direction of Fort Mintai.

“Dad! Dad, look at the meteor! ”

Deep in the forest, a wolfskin teenager shouted with excitement at the sky. Behind him, the middle-aged man with a sad face gave him a chestnut without anger: "What a meteor in broad daylight, hurry! ”

“But it's true!” Juvenile deliberately covered his head, he said.

The hunter looked up to the sky and even in the shady snow, the Mintai Forest was clean and spotless. There was nothing in the sky, and there were thick clouds piling up in the sky, and only the snowflakes of the slap floated down. He sighed: "In this damned weather, is Lord Martha blind, making the good man suffer, and the evil man enjoy. Thought Tony Gehr would be at peace for a moment, and these goddamn nobles would take away even our last glimmer of hope as refugees? ”

“Humph, those noble lords are the most despicable. They dare to do these things in the absence of the Count. If the Count returns, let them look good!” Teenage and childish, "he said.

His father didn't think so.

It was just a wishful thought. The noble lords stood tall and looked far away. If they dared to do it, they must have full certainty. Perhaps the countess had already been vicious for a long time. Ten thousand steps back, even if the noble lords lose, it is nothing more than to be punished and pay for atonement, and the king wants the lord to rule his country. If His Royal Highness kills all these people, who will work for her?

Selecting talent from civilians? Hey, what talent among the civilian population, can't even read the big letters, can't even believe himself to compete with the noble lords, let alone govern the country. The aristocrats would have taken a breath, and what could the Count have changed? He alone could not challenge the aristocratic world of Eruin.

Older hunters have long passed the age of bloodbathing, and there are some locals who despise Tonigal, who brag about their lords as gods in order to gain a little pitiful vanity, who have long seen much more, in Pragues, in Jean de Neil, where the inhabitants are not? Of course, the Count may really have some strong points, otherwise he will not be able to make a scene in Ambethel, but it is inevitable that the people of Silver, who bow their heads and are high above the Cruz people, will be overbragging. Marshal Darius couldn't have done such a thing back then, so how could his descendants have? What a generation.

The nobles fought for nothing but a struggle for power. This time the aristocrats united against this Count Tonigle because the Count stood in the wrong line. He had long heard that the Count coveted the beauty of Her Royal Highness in secret and couldn't help but shake her head in secret - but not necessarily a hero. Even he could see that the Corkova royal family was already shaking, and that the Count was so unconscious that he was wandering alone.

He had to shake his head to hate his blindness, to believe the bullshit of his hometown, to choose to move from Manowell to this place, and it should have been seen that this was a mistake, to go north of Vieiro - if not to worry about those hateful bone skeletons going north.

The resentment in his heart turned into physical action, and he kicked it in the ass half the size of his own family, taking out the power of his parents to reproach him: "Cut the crap, get out of here and fall into the hands of the damn rebels. You have something to look at. ”

As a general rule, usually when he goes on like this, the kid in his own house should be honest. But it didn't occur to me that this time the teenager seemed foolish, didn't know that he had been hit in the ass, and stood still.

“Why are you still standing there?” The elderly hunter didn't say in anger, "Wait to die? ”

And whoever knew his son was deaf, he looked straight ahead, as if he had lost his soul.

Older hunters grew up in the woods - although he was more familiar with those mountain forests north of Manowell and Pragues - but from the legend of wet-spotted mountaineers, it was natural to know that there were creepy places in the mountains besides prey. In the north of Prague, the forests have been thoroughly developed for hundreds of years for the local population, and even the most remote areas have hunter's huts. Even so, there are occasional rumours of hunters encountering strange things, and several people disappear every year, not to mention in poor rural areas like Tonigal.

He suddenly felt his cold hair all up, his subconscious reaching out to his son, pulling his shoulder back and forth, shouting, “What are you looking at? Get back here!” He also looked in that direction.

And at that point, the father and son stood still.

In the hall of the trees, there is a panic and busy scene, and the screams of the spirits rise and fall -

“Energy returns to 86… 77… 65… 40… 33… 11%, transition ends, re-realisation begins, Valhalla begins to take root, re-calculates coordinates…"

“Valhalla, look out for someone!” Monica suddenly screamed.

“Ah…” a somewhat panicked shout.

“The Odem Fortress area re-enters the virtualization state, now! Seventh and eighth root systems recalculate the root coordinates! ”

“The revulcanization is complete, the magic consumption exceeds the standard, entering the alert area, warning, Group 7 magic engine overheating! ”

The spirits made a panicked scream: "It's a prototype machine provided by Miss Antitina, and if it breaks, we're dead! ”

“We're dead! ”

“Run! ”

“Shut up, you idiots!” Monica's had enough of her brainless companions: “That's not what I'm worried about right now! ”

“Fill with coolant!” She shouted.

“The coolant is injected, the temperature begins to fall, the magic is expected to run out after 20 seconds, the countdown begins, 20, 19… 10, 9, the eighth system is rooted, the seventh system is rooted, the Odom area is re-materialized, and the magic output is disconnected...”

“The Valhalla transition is complete, the cooling begins and the recharge is expected to be completed in 15 minutes. ”

The tall white girl finished reporting in a plain tone, but her face was slightly reddish, and obviously the scene of the previous shock was not entirely unaffected for her. Then she closed her eyes and retrieved the status of the entire fortress, confirming it was correct, before opening her mouth: “The fortress is in good condition, no abnormalities. ”

Monica was paralyzed like a piece of soft mud in front of the console under the crystal tower, and the other spirits in the lobby made a 'oh’ sound of happiness, and then a fly like a drunk fell on the floor seven to seven, like a pillage for the rest of his life.

……