The Amber Sword

Allow time to callback just a few minutes before.

Around the great battlefield of the Tree of the World Fortress.

Across the banks of the Paris Valley, a dramatic change is taking place over the plains.

Just before the silver-lined goddesses of war crossed the sky and cut right into the ‘Swallow Castle' army led by Baron Dahler.

Looking from above the battlefield, it appears that the killing has reached its most white-hot moment, with a purple wave of crystals pouring into every section of the walls within sight of a giant fortress. In an ocean of unknown purple light, the flag of Eruin humans and elves is constantly falling.

But occasionally, they come back.

That symbolizes the unwavering resistance of the Tonigars and Druids and the elves in the Black Forest, and the shocking shouts of death converge into an invisible wall, blocking the progress of the Dusk Legion.

As Monica's prior judgement suggests, the balance of victory on the battlefield is tilting - not backwards to the civilized side. The situation is inexorably slipping into the worst, and the line of defense of this legendary fortress is gradually becoming precarious in the face of endless clusters of armies.

The bearer of the nascent Valhalla's soul, the faceless girl, is observing the situation across the battlefield through her branches and presenting the details on the giant crystal facade in the tree lobby, while analyzing the battlefield with no emotion in her heart, then telling Monica:

How long till the last line of defense.

“I know, I know!” Monica shouted impatiently, scratching her own hair with agitation - although it was just some bright beams, without entities.

She jumped off the crystal tower and flew past the skylight on the dome of the lobby.

Through the shadow of the Valhalla tree, which is a blue sky, Miss Spirit raised her head to the sky and muttered to herself:

“… don't let us down! ”

Such a view was reflected in her magnificent eyes.

The trees of the world are crowned with infinite green shadows that cover nearly the entire sky, with shaky green leaves. Somehow, the immense magic forming over Valhalla has long disappeared.

Where did the Sassards' wizards go?

Aristocratic armies on both sides of the valley have long had time to consider this issue, as the war has gradually drifted away from their control, turning those who were supposed to be combatants into bystanders at this moment.

The unsuccessful noble knights took their massive squire from the wolf to the north bank of the Wayland ferry, when no one was chasing them behind them, and the Tonigars' army had already crossed them, colliding with the clusters of armies on the distant plains.

It was a terrible war.

Everyone watches the scene with palpitations.

They've seen this scene since childhood, in myths and legends, in stories and dreams, the prophecy of the fate of the world that the nanny tells at the mouth of the bed, in the engraving of the poem of heaven —— about the people of Martha, the moment when the civilized world meets the ultimate enemy of the world.

Ragnarok

So who exactly is his enemy?

What exactly is everyone fighting for here?

Isn't this just a civil war in this little kingdom?

Why is this happening now?

The knights of the North, who have experienced or are experiencing this war, are at the forefront of confusion and fear.

Things develop beyond their cognition.

The beliefs and values they have pursued throughout their lives - the question of who is the orthodox of the kingdom - seem to be irrelevant at this moment. Yet the aristocrats of the North have not returned from great consternation, and the crumbling armies on the plains have surfaced.

When the armies of dusk emerged, the first to be targeted were not in fact Tonigars' armies, or even the most targeted Tree of the World fortress on the battlefield.

It was the armies of the northern aristocrats who had been closest to the portal from the beginning.

For clusters and nightmares, these humans are not friendly in their eyes - nor are they in their consciousness. Their choice is to follow instincts and attack these nearest ‘order creatures'.

Or rather a massacre.

The sudden attack from behind, together with the great sense of disillusionment betrayed by the King's Party and the Earl of Swallow, instantly crumbled the alliance of aristocrats of the North.

The collapse triggered a wider chain reaction.

On both sides of the Old River, the army had just been restructured, and the many noble knights who had the courage to prepare to return had begun to turn around and flee, looking away from the entire battlefield, as if there had been a terrible collapse.

It is indeed a failure.

It's not all the Eluyns that just fled.

On the battlefield, another group of Eruins is defending the glory that belongs to them.

“These guys did escape.” Little Montolo, covered in blood and half kneeling on the ground, supported by Brando's magic sword, gasped and said.

His face was full of scorn: “I thought they had at least that much courage to understand who the real enemy was. ”

“It can't be all their fault.” At a time when Rollint was relying on Valhalla's enormous roots to witness the scene, he would have had to think of his own position, and not so long ago he was not really qualified to laugh at these people.

But he didn't think that the King's Party and the Earl of Swallow would have such a side.

And his family, his father, really knew all about it?

“They just chose the wrong person.” Rollint muttered, "There is no shortage of brave men among the Eruins. ”

“Like you, Rollint. ”

“No, I'm much luckier than they are, at least for now.” Having said that, there is still a great deal of loss in Rawlings' tone, and nothing is more frustrating than watching all the hopes that he struggles for disappear.

Not to mention, from the beginning, he was on the wrong path.

But the true man, not discouraged by this slight setback, as one of the most distinguished figures of the generation of young people in the South, Rollint merely returned to God in a brief moment of self-reproach, and he picked up his sword and stood up against the walls of the Valhalla tree.

“No need to be sad, little Montolo, time is running out, you and I haven't separated the wins - I just killed a small cluster, and now we're even. ”

“What,” said Little Montolo, surprised: “Is this a bad situation? I thought we could hold it together for a while. ”

“No, you're mistaken. I mean, your Count may soon be victorious in this decisive war. ”

“Are you crazy, Rollint? ”

Little Montolo looked up in shock and could see no sign of victory on the battlefield.

But Rollint shook his head: "I'm not crazy, I'm better than a swordsman, I may not be better than you, but when it comes to battlefield vision, you're far from it, little Montolo. ”

“I don't believe it, you don't have to comfort me," replied Little Montolo uncomfortably. "At least in this battle, I'm ready to die as a nation. ”

“Then save your life for later," Rollint raised his head and looked at the battlefield sky: "‘Swallow Castle’ has lost its last chance to win. ”

In his eyes.

The silver glow symbolizing the goddess of war cuts straight into the army led by Baron Dahler.

“That's Mrs. Andrea!” Little Montolo lost his voice.

But then he saw a more incredible scene.

The Salad wizards at the starpoints above the battlefield were falling in succession, falling into an ocean of purple crystals and never flying again.

What's going on here? Little Montolo widened his eyes and filled his head with question marks.

A calm voice answered his question:

“The Silver People are not the true Sons of God, and the Sassards' apprentice wizards, like mortals, cannot use magic to stagnate on the battlefield for long periods of time until they truly touch the realm of truth and law. ”

Rollint and Little Montolo turned around and saw the elf girls appearing behind them sometime, sitting on their shoulders with a little elf, but not the light that had previously received them in this fortress.

That's a fire fairy.

“The magical energy that pervaded the entire battlefield disappeared, and the Sassards' fleet withdrew its support for them, so these poor bastards finally got to taste the bitter fruit. ”

The Fire Fairy - or Ruth, Prince of the Fire Element Fairy Clan, replied coldly.

“Fleet...” Rollint answered with some thought.

Little Montolo was about to ask who this strange little guy really was, but it was at this time that a shout of the tsunami broke his mind.

He turned back subconsciously.

At this moment the two fleets stationary in the sky finally moved.

As if something had been predicted, the crystalline oceans on the battlefield began to riot, and in the surprise of little Montolo, they began to wave back.

At that moment, this young man's mind seemed to realize something, and that thought was like a ray of light that pierced the darkness and went straight into his heart.

The Sassards failed.

Fighting in the sky, they won.

The Count showed once again his ability to do miracles.

The Dusk Army, at this moment, has lost its absolute right to air control on the battlefield.

As if to respond to his thoughts, the Nightmare Army, originally surrounded by the fortress of Valhalla, suddenly buzzed up and greeted the past with two fleets in the middle of the sky.

Throughout the fortress, everyone felt suddenly under pressure, and the elf shooters who were struggling to resist their enemies in the air were even in a state of uncertainty for a while.

“Shoot, keep shooting!” Until the front-line commander screamed again.

The clusters of armies are retreating slowly, causing a fracture in an otherwise sparkling ocean of purple crystals.

There is an unknown red and black colour on the soil where the smoke is scattered, dark is the ashes left by the explosion and dark red is the dry blood clot. Several long smokes fell to the horizon in the distant sky, while more floating warships were converging into a flood - like sparkling fish, slowly moving north.

When they enter the position and expose the flanks.

The whole sky suddenly flashed with a dazzling glow.

The sound of gunfire over the clouds sounded, and the light of destruction poured down like a rain point, which penetrated the thin Nightmare Army directly, projecting the light of death onto the plain.

A flash of contiguity lit up sequentially on the plains north of the Paris Valley, and even a few miles away, people on the walls could still feel the chestnuts of the earth.

However, that was just the beginning.

In such an era, the loss of the sky is tantamount to the loss of victory.

Unless Dusk Dragon Ken puts in more nightmares here, reclaim the superiority over the sky by shielding the sun from attack.

But in everyone's eyes, that huge black hole in the middle of the battlefield is fading - obviously, even the dragon of annihilation described in the poem of heaven is not omnipotent in the world of order created by Martha.

It is not invincible.

At least here, the Eruins have been truly victorious.

Suddenly a louder cheer broke out in this huge fortress, like a tidal mountain shouting tsunami, washing everyone's mind.

“Prepare to strike back! ”

Monica, sitting on the skylight, was almost surprised to jump, and she flew back to the lobby, yelling out at ‘Valhalla’, an emotionless young girl.

“It's time for us to take a good breath of offense! Those fucking Yankees! ”

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