The Amber Sword

“But I didn't think it was you. ”

Brando opened his eyes again, slowly sweeping through everyone in the air, including the new Earl of Swallow Castle. The other side is standing with the Sassards, carrying the magical glow of aerial technique.

His eyes fell on this man and he replied faintly: “Baron Dahler, brother of the Earl of Swallow Castle, I heard that you are nothing but a drunken waste. I didn't think that the Dragon of Dusk would come after you by the return of all things. I don't think you deserve that ring snake ring. For the layout of Eruin, the Dragon of Dusk is truly bloody, so it's hard work. ”

“Shut up,” Baron Daller yelled, “I'm the Earl of Swallow Castle, and my goddamn brother just stole what was mine. ”

But Brandoli ignored him and turned his eyes directly to the other side, to the wizards of the floating silver people: “And, of course, the Sassards, the noble silver folk of the past, today fell into the dusk of walking dogs, so this is how the Sald Witch and Vladimir reproduced the glory of the Bukas of the past? ”

“That's so funny and generous...”

Silence on the battlefield.

Almost all the Eruin nobles involved in this war changed their face at this moment, and after a brief silence, a blazing argument sounded.

Everyone faces each other, everyone has a frightening look, and even if they are willing to believe that Count Tonigle is lying, everything in front of them —— those terrible monsters -- is pointing to a truth that they don't want to admit.

Everyone trembles, and while they dare to take part in an insurgency to overthrow the Corcova royal family, they will never lose their minds and minds and join the heathen even with the dragon of dusk.

Civilization and destruction, order and chaos can never be in the same camp.

“How could this be...”

“These goddamn royal parties, goddamn Grand Duke Goran-Elson, goddamn Northern nobles, they lied to us! ”

“How is it possible that the Dragon of Dusk is here again? No, I don't want to die! ”

“Enough, mortal--”

There was a thunderous sound coming from the sky, and Hollis couldn't help but frown. Trading with the Dragon of Dusk, while mutually exploitative, was always a stain that could not be washed away, and he did not understand what the Salud Witch and Lord Vladimir were thinking, but as a member of the Salud Alliance, he had to defend the interests of the Alliance.

He was shocked that this human being knew so much about the deal behind them, and even named the Earl of Swallow Castle as the Dragon of Twilight. The goddamn Baron Dahler also promised him that no one would ever recognize him, and that the price that the Sassards would have to pay for that was, at best, an unauthorized interference in the operation of the human world.

Interference in the operation of the human world and collusion with the dragon of dusk are less serious crimes, and even a small figure like Hollis can easily distinguish between them.

For the first time in the mind of this silver wizard, he subconsciously felt that none of these people could live at the moment, preferably using spells to raze the entire Toniguer to the ground.

And with that in mind, he said indifferently, “It seems you don't know us very well, and you have to understand that what you're saying now will be the reason why this land is burying you. ”

“Of course I know you.” Brando replied, "Sons of Sassards, it's not the first time you've done a slaughterhouse in Warnde. In Silver Bay, in the Lorill Plains, in the White Mountains, I don't understand what you're thinking. I'm afraid those who witness all this here today will be ashamed under your spell. ”

His understated answer provoked a huge wave among the nobles, all pale, many remembering only the strength of the Bukas a thousand years later, but forgetting the indifference of these wizards.

Someone has begun to soften their feet and prepare to flee, with one third fewer aristocratic lords remaining on the battlefield.

But the Tonigars did not leave.

Nor will they be able to leave, and this is the land from which they were raised, and if it were destroyed, all that they carried on this land would be cast into shadow.

They have their own families, their relatives, their friends, everything, it's going to go away.

Instead of fleeing, I'd rather stay and face it.

At least their lords are still here, and if the Tonigars lose everything, they will at least leave their only trust in their hearts, trusting their lords free of charge to lead them to victory.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the young Count in the middle of the battlefield.

And for those who flee, there's nothing left to be seen but despised or even despised —— what kind of pathetic creatures think they can escape?

Hollis was caught up in Brando's words -- although it was true that the Sassards never saw human beings in their eyes, when did they start massacring in the Plains of Laurel, in the White Mountains?

This is naked defamation, okay?

Of course, if he wanted to know that Brando was going to do what they were going to do, he'd probably throw up blood. Is that so unreasonable? That's not even happening yet, okay?

But Brando didn't intend to reason with them either.

Because some people don't deserve reason at all.

“Stop talking to them, Lord Hollis,” Baron Dahler was also shaken with anger, and he thought about face-to-face scenes with the legendary Count - like any little man, of course, he wanted to step on the legendary hero.

Especially when it was learned that the other side also had the pearl of the legendary Obergu VII, the pride of the kingdom, Princess Griffin, which made him more jealous.

He can say that he hates everyone in the world, that he has failed to compete with his brother in inheriting the power of the Count, and that he cannot enter the kingdom's political circle without entering the door. If it were not for his unique situation after that, he would probably be a loser in the shadow of others for the rest of his life.

Such an experience unnaturally makes him hate any successful person in the world, and naturally the legendary Count of Good Luck is no exception.

But he never thought that he would just face each other, and the Count acted as if he were a prophet and a priest, peeling him directly in front of everyone.

At that moment, he felt nothing but a head-to-toe embarrassment, colluding with everything and becoming the claw teeth of the Dragon of Dusk. Although Baron Dahler has never regretted it, it is, after all, an unseen thing - the point is, what evidence does the other side have to prove it all?

If you don't have proof, just say it. It's not a letter. What is it?

If you're right, okay, what about the wrong key? Isn't that a slander?

Baron Daller was extremely upset, and he was furious: “How can that guy say that we colluded with the Dragon of Dusk? This is simply the opening of the river! ”

“The letter opens the river?” Brando laughed.

“Are these things not clusters, are these killer monsters not nightmares, or, with all due respect, can't you see that both of these damn monsters are dusk? ”

“How do you know them? ”

Baron Dalle stared.

Hollis also frowned, although he was curious that a mortal in the area could tell the difference between a dusk species and a common monster at a glance. In intelligence, the other party was merely a human lord with some legendary experiences, but what the other party now knew was clearly well beyond his expectations.

For the first time, the Sassard wizard had a feeling that there seemed to be some problem with their intelligence.

But what pisses him off is Baron Dahler's stupidity. If he could have plugged the past before, wouldn't all of this now be tantamount to saying no to himself? No wonder this guy has always been a complete loser, and he just can't hold up the wall.

“Well," the discovery made Hollis feel more and more unwise to confront this human being here, but even if they knew more, the dead couldn't speak. He waved indifferently: "Your nonsense sounds very novel, but I don't have the extra time to waste on you, mortal. That's it for our conversation, and the next thing you know, what the real truth is ——”

Brando was slightly silent for a moment.

When everyone thought he had to bow his head in front of reality, the young Count raised his head with an understatement.

“Truth is how many people?” He replied.

“Ha,” Baron Dahler said, sharply ironically, as if he had finally caught a loophole in Brando's language. "How old is our Count this year? You're not naive enough to think you're still a knight on the battlefield, are you? ”

Brando shook his head and got tired of saying one more word with this jumping clown.

But he asked, “I have a question for you, Dalle. How's Delphirie? ”

Baron Daller stunned and then responded, “Don't worry about my lovely niece, she's not well yet. But I'll find her soon, haha, and I can't guarantee she'll see you in full. ”

“But you won't have a chance. ”

Brando replied.

“What did you say?” Baron Daller was not listening clearly for a moment.

But it was at this time that Brando raised his head slightly.

And where he gazed,

Above the shady sky, a stream of green light is falling from the thick clouds and falling straight into the center of the battlefield.

An empty, teenage girl's voice sounds all over the battlefield:

“The transition coordinates have been determined, the energy is returned to 86… 77… 65… 40… 33… 11%, the transition is over, the realisation begins, Valhalla begins to take root, the coordinates are recalculated…"

“Valhalla, reach the target point. ”

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