The Amber Sword

The fleet of Sassards in the sky has been on fire for a long time.

Over the vast battlefield, besides the purple waves still sweeping across Valhalla on the ground, the showdown of the half-air fleet fell into strange silence.

The Sassards flashed a silver-light floating ship, a ship hovering halfway through the air, and the attack stopped, as if time had stopped.

And their opponents, the Tonigars' fleet, are turning around - the vast silver fleet that directly exposes the entire flank to the Sassards - and their guns are facing the ground.

This looks like a bit of a weird scene, but it's actually happening in front of everyone right now.

“What the hell is going on? ”

The onslaught on the frontal battlefield is dominated by a cluster of armies, but the coalition of aristocrats, which is still not far away, is in a state of confusion at this moment.

Continuous changes on the battlefield overwhelm them, and for a while it is not even clear which side is the friendly army and which is the enemy?

At a time when the coalition of nobles is slow to react.

Time still goes by.

In the captain's chamber of the Sassards' flagship, the St. Pacheer, the atmosphere is even more bizarre at this moment than on the battlefield.

Faced with the young man in front of him, Gonzalez suddenly understood that he might have had to make such a choice - or that he should have understood it long ago, when the other person suddenly appeared before them with the staff 'togriffin’.

The captain's office was silent.

It's hard to imagine the river flowing in and out of here a moment ago, sending troops in and out with officers of all colors, cartographers constantly modifying the signs on the map, and the sounds of the passwords and briefings are like a vegetable market.

“You can choose death...”

Brando's calm gaze circled for a week, and thirteen senior officers of the Sassards consciously shrunk back under his gaze, only the archmage of the ship in the red robe was angry with him and sparked his eyes.

He let go of his hand and let the staff of Archmage Hollis hang in mid-air.

More than a dozen eyes brushed over the staff.

“and let your fleet be buried with you. ”

“Is the fleet of the great Sassards resistant to mortals like you?” The red wizard roared and raised his hand cane to Brando, and the crystal of the cane's head immediately emitted a bright light.

But before his spell could be done, Brando had pointed slightly at him, and the power of space seemed to be locked on the old magician, strangling his lip and tongue, making him immobile and speechless.

Brando looked at the man lightly: "Only the people of the sky are high, because they were born with different privileges than mortals. Even if this day falls into dust, you will not give up this noble man's arrogance."

“You can wage war, you can manipulate the destiny of the land of mortals, but do you think the Sassards can not be held responsible for what they have done? ”

He shook his head and smiled contemptuously.

“Innocence. ”

“Don't be too proud of yourself, Eruin, you destroyed the Sky People's fleet, and this will never be over -!” The old wizard suddenly coughed up a breath of blood, as if he had broken free of some of the constraints of space, screaming loudly at Brando.

Brando did not look at him, and his eyes fell on others, and no one in the captain's chamber dared to look at him but this maddening Salad wizard.

Even the middle-aged nobleman, who was apparently the commander among them, subconsciously remained silent and bowed his head.

“I never said this would be over," his eyes fell back on the untamed old wizard, some of whom had never been cooler.

This should have been a senseless war.

But those who should not have fallen into this war have made unnecessary sacrifices.

Mr. and Mrs. Ike.

Elder Prince Wang.

Yura was badly injured.

Life and Death Unobtrusive Antina.

And there's no news of the eldest princess sister with Freya.

All this should be attributed to this bloody war and to the perpetrators of this war.

When he thought of the dramatic changes in Rantoniland and the death of Mr. and Mrs. Eckhardt, Brando had a heartbreaking pain in his heart, even remembering that he had deliberately reminded the couple of their own itineraries before leaving Eruin.

The tragedy of history should have been avoided.

Everything in Eruin should be moving forward on the good side.

But a moment of negligence has produced such bitter results.

Maybe he could be more careful.

A little more decisive.

The Royal Party would also be willing to reconcile with Eruin if he had put an end to the unrest earlier than it had happened - with the support of the eldest princess, with Rantoniland and Vieiro as allies, and even with the Highland Knights as an indispensable part of the Kingdom's political landscape.

As long as he wants.

He could rebuild the alliance of the nobles of the past and put an end to the turmoil between the North and the South and allow Eruin to return to prosperity and unity.

Perhaps in that case, none of this should have happened.

But...

Is that true?

A delightful melt, where everyone seemed to get what they deserved —— enough profit from Anrek's corpse to look like a blossoming Eruin.

Is that the ultimate purpose of his return to this era?

No, no, no.

Brando shook his head firmly in his heart.

The future of Eruin should not be just that.

Perhaps he still has ideals in his heart, perhaps the Elder Princess is strong enough, or the King's Party is still willing to keep its promises.

But none of them, not Eluin.

As King Acme vowed under his sword:

‘Under this sword I take the oath of sainthood...'

‘I will vow to lead my people - to lead them away from strife and slaughter, from the arrogance and greed of the imperial nobility; I vow not to repeat this cold-blooded mistake of history! ’

‘I will make the nobles of this nascent kingdom obey the spirit of the Knight - just and clear, just and courageous, merciful and generous, and I take this oath and abide by it for the rest of my life. ’

That phrase has a powerful voice that even goes back to an era like today.

The glory of Eruin will be doomed to such an era of innovation.

She will remove all obsolescence, her successors, just and clear, just and courageous, merciful and generous, and those young men will inherit the glory of the past and be honored enough to take over that sacred flag.

They won't be royalty.

Because the old aristocrats could never bear such glory.

He understood that Her Royal Highness would eventually understand all of this.

Just as she finally understood in history.

Because she's not meant to be with them.

Once upon a time, it all came too late.

But today, perhaps from the outset, different variables are available.

“That's what I'm worth here," Brando looked up at the distorted old wizard. As if it were a natural antagonism between the newborn and the old order, the two looked at each other indifferently: "I will achieve this, and whoever stands in my way - whoever he is - will surely extinguish the ashes. ”

“Ha ha… ha,” the old wizard breathed heavily, looking at this self-talking Eruin young man like a madman: “It's like a mortal can never understand the vastness of the sky, it looks like a moment of luck has made you go mad… you have no idea the power of the Bukas. ”

“Nor do you understand my power. ”

Brando replied coldly.

He turns back and looks at the others in the captain's chamber with some indifference, "The Sassards are high, but you should understand that it is not you who are high, but also, as slaves, who share the final glory of their masters? Even to die for them, yet God knows how important your sacrifice is in their hearts? ”

Nobody said anything.

The drawing table displays a clock not far away, leaving only a monotonous, boring echo of the tick tick pointer forward in the room where the needle can smell.

The Red Wizard of the Sassards was also arrogant, leaving Brando to instigate his former subordinates in front of him, but watched the scene with silence and indifference.

The cane that hung in the middle of the cabin had made him aware of the failure of the trip.

But how can the Sassards fear failure?

Not to mention losing to mortals.

The pride of the people of the sky derives from the power of their generations, and such power, within the boundaries it can touch, is the immutable truth.

Everyone understands what happens to them if they refuse.

The terrible young man in front of him killed everyone, including the Archmage Hollis, and even brought back his staff, 'Togriffin', which was high, and they could only look up to a godly figure.

Yet on this untold battlefield, turned into the dust of history.

Everyone subconsciously swallowed a sip of spit.

The honourable officers looked at each other and looked at each other, and finally all eyes fell on González.

Count Silva coughed bitterly and stood up from his seat, apparently in a slightly diminutive shape.

“I recognize the victory of the Eruins, and I hope that… me and my colleagues will at least enjoy the last honor. ”

That's surrender.

But Brando shook his head.

In the eyes of everyone, he slowly said, "I think you've made a mistake. This is not a battlefield for the nations of mankind. Please look out the window and see who your enemies are. ”

“This is a war that has never begun, or perhaps will never end, and you and I have heard all the legends about it, gentlemen, and every time, as the children of Martha, shouldn't we stand together and fight side by side? ”

“Ask yourselves who your enemies should be and what should you guard? Do you want to help so badly, destroy all hope with your own hands, and turn the world into ashes, that's all you want? ”

“This is jihad, the final war between all nations of order and civilization and dusk, and you should understand, gentlemen, that it is not the Eruins, but you who are truly betrayed by the Sassards. ”

Brando grabbed the scepter 'Togriffin' and threw it forward. The silver scepter branches landed on the deck and the bones rolled beneath Gonzalez's feet.

“Commander, go ahead and order your fleet to be mobilized, I, Count Tonigle, on behalf of the Eruins, ask for the help of the Bancians here, and if you remember that sacred oath, let your warriors turn their heads and let us fight for a common victory! ”

“Your Excellency…”

Gonzalez was stuck for a while.

The fleet commander, who was already a little pale, turned his back subconsciously and his eyes swept away from his colleagues.

At this moment.

They may not dare not remember that oath.

Perhaps you cannot fail to remember that oath.

But those times when the nations of the earth fought side by side and abandoned all stereotypes for a common ideal do indeed seem very, very long gone.

Far away is like a legend.

Remember the vows of yesterday?

No matter how dark and sinking...

But those who fought back were finally victorious.

“I…” The Count never expected his voice to be so dull and dry: “We… understand, thank you, sir. ”

Brando waved.

He finally looked at the red wizard, fixed in the middle of the sky, as if he were looking at a dead fish, and then turned around and walked out of the captain's office.

……

It's all gone.

Still in the darkness is the sound of clicking footsteps, splashing water flowers, and the smell of blood flowing into the river.

The distant and howling cry, the giant overturned, the trees burned, and the bark peeled brittle to death.

Remote and ancient legends continue today…

In the darkness, he sees a picture roll like this --

The burning flames of the bear reflected the entire sky, and the clouds of golden red in the night were falling from the sky.

A round of crippled giant moons staring at this cracked land behind the clouds, lava spreading from beneath the surface, and starlit giants on the vast battlefield fighting their enemies for the final death.

The father of the giant bite the ankle of Fenrir the giant wolf, the black shadow suddenly covered the pale moon, the giant's sons scattered away, and a tall man of transformation came to the dying giant with a giant spear in his hand.

Countless voices scream, as if it were a picture of the end.

The spear that burned the flames penetrated the chest of the giant's father.

“We should have won…”

Heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.

Before that faint consciousness finally dissipated.

Andrea stared silently at the corpse of this middle-aged human man in front of her, and Baron Dahler's hollow eyes at the sky as if the last colour of despair and discontent still existed.

He —— or this creature, which should no longer be called a human being, whose face does not resemble that of a human being in silver gray, with a disgusting crystalline tumor spur on his loose skin —— is still in the state of the last moment of his life, and his face still has the horror of that moment, his mouth widened, and he has not been able to make a final sound from his throat.

Because a spear of light had pierced its chest from front to back before that, anchoring its decaying corpse to the ground at some angle to its body.

The teenage girl looked down at the scene, and her silver face looked good under her armor, and her divine color appeared slightly faint.

Her eyes, rather than staring at what was before her, wandered into a more distant memory.

In the midst of a blast, the distant burning trunks were falling, and the final impact of the cluster of armies reached the third line of defense in Valhalla.

Countless roaring flames and fireworks are rising from that purple ocean.

Then there was a tsunami-like cheer behind her.

Above the sky, the fleet of both Tonigars and Sardinians is slowly turning around and listing a battle line neatly.

The two fleets are rendezvous--

That's where the clusters of armies end up.

Even without turning back, Andrea understood that the Dusk Army was beginning to retreat, and her cape floated slightly, as if the fragmented cloth could sweep across the battlefield.

They are the shadow of the earth.

It's a nightmare for the gods.

But they are not without enemies.

“And us,” Andrea said softly, looking up to the distance: "And them, who can defeat your master, the dragon of dusk has given you nothing but a dream. ”

“Victory, it's not far...”

As she spoke, the girl slowly extended her hand, grabbed her spear and pulled it back out.

The baron had lost any living body, and there was a crisp sound of what was broken in his chest, and the whole person slowly fell forward onto the ground.

His body was slowly melting, as if mercury were flowing on the ground, then dried up, turned into a silver powder, rolled up by a tornado and scattered in the wind.

Neng Clan.

The twilight ethnicity, born of magic, is immortal in energy, and they live forever.

They destroyed the kingdom of giants in the war of the past.

Yet in this never-ending war, they also have such enemies.

……