The Amber Sword

“Dad, look, it's the White Lion Guard!” Juveniles tremble with excitement: "I hear they are the Guardian knights of Count Tonigal! ”

The middle-aged hunter looked a little strange, seemed to want to say something, but ultimately failed to speak. He could only stare at the White Lion Guard heavy infantry following neat steps and walking down rows of giant vines stretching out to the ground, the whole process without any superfluous sound other than the dull and uniform treading of metal feet.

No one crossed their ears, no noble vigilantes they had seen elsewhere, even knights, scattered laughter, scolding, whistling or even laughing, almost all walking blindly from them, obviously without any extra eye contact, but making the middle-aged hunter feel a head-to-toe rush.

He had met the Southern Legion of Pragues in Manowell, and the knights were said to have fought Madala's bone skeleton more than once during the first Black Rose War. Compared to local aristocratic militias who collapse in contact with the dead, they are quite elite.

The Southern Legion is said to have stood in opposition to Count Tonigal in this war led by Grand Duchess Goran-Elson. He didn't really like the future of the Count. If he was strong enough, how many noble militiamen and knights could he have?

But at the moment, his thoughts didn't come out at all, and he just felt cold in the back of his head, as if he was sweating cold.

As Yulir rode his horse past the pair of hunters' fathers and sons, he didn't even think that there would be such a complicated thought in each other's mind at this moment, and he didn't even take a closer look at them - in the Mintai Forest, there were too many hunters, but he was somewhat strange that they were still here at this time of year, and for two weeks in a row, most of the residents in this direction had been evacuated by Utah to the north and west of the Cold Cedar Territory.

But that's all he thought about, facing some bright north wind, he pulled down the metal mask and left only a pair of sparkling eyes outside. Yulir took a long breath, and the burning breath immediately turned into a thin white mist outside the water mist, forming a thin white mist - he watched the snowflakes fall on his metal armor and disappear transparently, knowing in his heart that this was another White Lion Guard expedition, but that this battle could have an unusual meaning for him and for this kingdom.

The cadre of the White Lion Guard has a hunch in his heart that perhaps from this moment forward the future of the kingdom will be on a path no one has ever imagined.

Countless people had been on the road, but had lost their way, but at this moment the mist had dissipated and they had finally taken their own selective step. And in a slight sense of unreality, Juliet seemed to see another future, in which the kingdom struggled in fire and burned, and countless spirits cried out, causing him to fight a cold war.

And it's back to reality.

Juliet looked back at his men, and the White Lion Guard soldiers, most of them his age, many of them even from the land. And he, too, is just a step ahead of these people.

Perhaps the greatest pride of his life, having participated in the Battle of Ambessel, will continue today.

The knight pulled out his sword and pointed forward, sending that roar deep down in his throat:

“White Lion Guard, move! ”

The hunter's two fathers and sons returned almost halfway back to God, the figure of the White Lion Guard had long disappeared into the forest, and the teenager was still stupidly moving, looking like he had no end in mind. But his father had already noticed the crisis, and such a military move could not have been a small thing, and they had witnessed it for themselves - and this strange fortress, the middle-aged hunter, even a little shaky, pressed his son's shoulder with fear that he would soon be silenced by each other.

The dwarf has run off the vine. Oldham had sworn to build an impenetrable fortress whose minimum requirement was the absence of a city gate, which, despite Antitina's illness, was fortunately made possible by Valhalla's unique and powerful power, and whose gates were now replaced by roots and vines that the world's trees could stretch, with unexpected defences.

Of course, the old dwarf took for granted the credit for this distortion.

The hunter was scared half to death by a dwarf armed with an axe, almost paralyzed. He hurriedly pulled his son on his knees and begged, “No, my lord, please don't kill us! We didn't see anything, promise not to say a word more, or at least, please let my kid go, he's young and he doesn't know anything. ”

His move surprised Odom, and the dwarf blew his beard and glanced at him. “Martha, what the hell are you talking about? Who's going to kill you? Valhalla is about to start transmitting. You can't stay here. Just in time, a grownup wants to see you. Lucky for you, go with me to the city. ”

“What?”

“Can we get into the Valhalla Fortress?” Juveniles are also anxious, but after all, they are adolescent hearts, and when they hear this, they can't help but stand up excited: “Are you serious, Mr. Odom? ”

“Of course. ”

The old dwarf thought about it and added: “I'm in charge here. ”

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Brando soon saw the town of Alta in the forest from the sky. This small town adjacent to Fort Mintai, just a few miles south of Fort Mintai, will not be spared if the rebels have launched an attack on Mintai. Indeed, a small-scale battle is taking place in the lower town, where the warring parties are pulling saws around the town centre - the rebels have apparently invaded the town.

Brando saw the warring parties clearly and was responsible for defending a group of White Lion Guard knights, while the attacking party's robes were varied, but under the banner of Goran-Elson, they appeared to be the armies of the nobles of the South. The number of attackers is several times higher than the number of defenders, but the White Lion Knight has fought his own death and has repelled the opponent's tidal shock several times.

Soon after, however, the rebels appeared in front of the rebels, wearing blue robes, precisely the illusionists of the Sassards. Brando understood that the young men of the White Lion Guard had more than enough to deal with the noble knights, but before these artisan wizards there was no room to fight back, he descended from the air.

The Tall Tower Illusionist is a seven-stage soldier in the game, much stronger than the White Lion Guard he has cultivated.

When he landed, he attracted the attention of the rebels, and the Buga wizards had their own way of contacting him, naturally with extra vigilance against this strange intruder. At their direction, a dozen rebel knights immediately surrounded them, followed by a large group of soldiers.

But Brando didn't even look at them, walking his way through the central square of Alta Town. His arrogance apparently provoked these red-eyed aristocratic knights, howling and pounding their horses this way, waving their swords in their hands and trying to give this bad guy a good look.

But Brando pulled out the Holy Sword Odyphus in a trivial way. When the first knight rushed to his side on a sitting horse, he lifted a sword, and the man's sword arm flew out. Then he knelt with the horse, and the knight on the saddle was bound by the horse's stirrups, but it was still flying off the horse's back heavily through the ground, and hundreds of kilograms of armor directly crushed his spine.

Brando continued to move forward, and those knights who ran toward him broke apart as if they were damaged puppets, either lost their heads and rushed forward twistedly with the horses, or were directly split in half with the horses, as if they were just winking kung fu, and more than a dozen noble knights died clean.

For Brando, this level of battle is no longer worth mentioning, and even if he returns to Rusta at this moment to face the great polar forces of the Cruz, he can easily win. When he returned from the realm of stagnation, the greatest gain he had been able to reacquaint himself with the rule of the world.

When he realized that all of this was from the legacy of the last era, the potential power in his veins seemed to be resurrected, and the power of the law was no longer as hazy as a mist for him, but as true truth.

That kind of power was so powerful that sometimes he even created the illusion of being outside the world. He felt as if he were a god, and although he was clearly in the present world, he had a sense of distance from the Vaughn continent itself, as if looking over it in the clouds.

And those around him felt even more obvious, especially the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment, who, in addition to his previous gratitude and worship, added a deep sense of awe.

According to Heinf, walking next to the Count is like accompanying a giant dragon, and every breath it breathes is daunting.

Brando himself had this feeling, and he could feel the world for his assimilation, which was the Tiamat Law's instinct for the power of existence, which he had experienced in The Sword of Amber, but that feeling was far from clear at the time.

Dealing with noble knights is not even as easy as his past massacres of junior monsters in novice areas, even though his previous uninterrupted short-range transitions consumed a great deal of order.

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