The Amber Sword

From time to time, a wave of cheers was heard from afar. Three heads and seven snake lizards were attacking the rebel camp below the mountain. These huge creatures had gone beyond the tree crown layer from above their chests. When they tied up the rebels and threw them halfway into space, an elevated head shrugged like a spruce cedar; seven snake lizards were covered with a spiked skull helmet and beneath them layers of armor to protect the long neck. The rebels' soft bows and arrows and spears had no effect on them at all. They pushed forward and broke the barrier. The wooden walls were squeaky under the impact, and a row of iron men in the camp came up and were trampled.

In the face of such monster rebels' psychological defences finally collapsed, screaming and turning to flee. The knights of the White Lion Guard saw the fourth-order bio-iron men made by the artisan wizards on the hill being photographed like paper films, and they had no choice but to say that, although they knew about the existence of these snake lizards in Valhalla, they did not expect them to be so powerful.

Miss Monica was careful with these babies.

Dozens of stones swept up like ghosts and, under the command of a wind-element giant spirit, swept over the snake lizard, but the snake lizard straddled its torso at the behest of the trainer, revealing a two-story tower behind it. Upstairs, the tree elf archer was holding a silver long bow in his hand, and a row of rows gracefully stood behind the chest wall. They opened their bows and a squeaky opening sounded all over the forest.

“Bow opening--”

“Put it down!”

Black arrow rain flies out, like a wall rising in the middle of the sky, hurricanes sweep across the border, stone like ghosts fade in the middle of nowhere, only the wind giant spirits roar in the air, cloudy body thunderbolts.

But the commander upstairs had noticed that this light rod commander, a black flag, had risen - the Pokémon had dropped their target and started saving up the rebels who had fled underneath, because the physical attack had almost no damage to the element creatures of the phantom - and it was Druid, who had been attacked by a bunch of flaming arrows coming out of the tower, striking this element of the wind and beating it in mourning.

The Wind Element Giant Spirit had allied itself with the Buga, and the Salad Grey Wizard naturally could not ignore the attack on his allies, rising from the forest and trying to stop the giant beasts. But before they had time to attack, a row of silver figures descended in the clouds, the goddess of martial arts, riding on a flaming horse, carrying a silver spear and a machete, whistling and launching an assault on the battlefield.

From Toniguer to the supporting goddess of martial arts, they joined together with the goddess of martial arts led by Brunshild, which is clearly more numerous than before and almost on a scale. Valhalla has begun to summon Valkyrie on a small scale since the Cloud Gate began to heal.

And seeing these martial arts goddesses, the young knights of the White Lion Guard, couldn't help but cheer up once again —— although they are now dressed like a bunch of shoulder-to-shoulder beggars, that doesn't hinder the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts —— these martial arts goddesses have been their greatest dependants for these days, and if they hadn't dragged the grey witches of the Sassards, they would have been burned to ashes by magic.

The Grey Witchers and the Goddess of Martial Arts are old opponents, and the fighting power between them is no match for Bo Zhong, and it is obviously difficult to separate wins and losses in a short time.

But with the loss of the rebels' greatest dependence on the battlefield, failure remains only a matter of time. This, of course, is no longer important to the Tonigars, and as opposed to Mintai's meeting, this is nothing more than a small scene at the moment, and the results of thousands of noble rebels are hardly worth mentioning.

Brando left Princess Griffin's tent and found Freya. Miss Wushu Eruin was sitting alone on a rock and didn't care about the battle below. When Brando found her, the former was frightened and rushed to dry her tears, blushing and jumping off the rock.

“You... you didn't see anything?” Freya asked with a red face.

“Didn't you see it in the tent...”

Such an answer naturally exchanges a stare.

Freya hesitated for a moment and remembered Antina. There was some guilt in her heart: “Brando, I didn't protect Miss Antitina. I'm sorry, I...”

Brando shook his head: "Your opponent is Salad, and this time we've done well, if you have to apologize, go and talk to Antina face to face. ”

“What?”

Brando looked at the distant battle.

He retracted his gaze and said, "Let's go and get Antina back now. ”

Freya unbelievably opened her eyes, pointing to her chest: “Me too? ”

“What, don't you want to go?” Brando Gual: “You lost her, naturally you brought her back, I'll give you a lift. ”

Freya felt so warm in her heart that she could not speak, she could only look at each other tenderly and express herself with her eyes.

That's gratitude and gratitude.

Of course, it's not just this once.

“I'm sorry, Brando.” She suddenly said with regret.

Brando was stunned: “What's wrong? Didn't you say you didn't have to say you were sorry? ”

“Not that one,” Freya blushed a little: “Just because of something before. ”

“What is it?”

Freya just shook her head and put on a mute.

It was like a lot of time ago.

Only memories left in my heart...

“... I'm going to find my parents, and my aunt and uncle are going to tell me who they are when I grow up, and they're going to say that my father is a knight, a man as great as Lord Everton, and one day I'm going to be a knight. ”

“Of course Roman is going to be a businessman, because businessmen can make a lot of money and I and my aunt will never run out! ”

“And you, Brando. ”

“I?”

“I don't know, but I don't want to learn any swordsmanship, and I want my grandfather to understand that it's not the swords that are really powerful in this world. One day, if I had that ability, I would have to make sure that Eruin would never be disturbed by the war, so that his people would live in peace without the sword, not with the courage of the day as it is now. ”

“How can it be that the spirits are so horrible, how can they let us go, Brando? What are you going to do with the spirits? ”

“I haven't thought about it yet, but I always thought I'd seen a world like that in my dreams, and if it existed, I'd find it. ”

And the infancy of the past gradually matured, and as she stood in front of the teenage girls, she asked them, "Brando, Mr. Madden is the swordsman general instructor at Riedenberg, and he is a man of real skill. I'm going to the militia, Bryson. He's going, too. You're not trying to protect the others, are you? ”

The teenager shook his head: “I may have to go back to Prague for a while. I'll tell you later, my father wanted me to inherit his mill. He wrote in his letter that his grandfather was getting worse and worse, and the old man might want to see me. ”

She had some disappointment in her heart, but there were things she never asked for.

“What about you, Roman? ”

“I'll wait for Brando to come back, and if he's going for militia training, so am I. ”

The girl nodded and turned away.

Well, goodbye, seven years.

When they meet again, it will be the summer of the year of flowering, and the stars in the sky will be particularly bright that summer night.

The two of them walked side by side in the camp, and Freya looked at Brando quietly —— he never forgot what he said back then, and Roman knew all along that he was the dumbest. But why would he choose such a path? Mr. Madden said his path was different from ours. Turns out Mr. Madden had already seen something. Did he know from the beginning that Brando was descended from St. Darius the Sword?

Freya thinks silently.

“Has the element broken, Freya? Can it fly? ”

Freya looked back and saw Brando reach out to her.

“Well," she nodded: “Andrea, they taught me. ”

“Then with my hand--”

She reached out her hand and hesitated for a moment before placing it in the warm hand.

The wandering mind is surprisingly settled at this moment.

……

A row of seats, religious embossed, twelve layers of cylindrical level one up, supported by a stacked arch immersed in the dark, one hundred and seventy stone statues in the shadows watching the loud lobby. At the top of the vault, painted is the final battle between the Tianqing Knight and the Dragon of Dusk, the hero of the Gods and the destruction of the world, the blue and red pigments each occupy half of the mural area, and the sky light is projected from the central circular hole.

The only white light, through the darkness, carved the long, circular table in the middle of the hall out of the darkness.

The Finns, the Cruz, the Pokémon, the representatives of the Silver Bay states, the Bukas and Druids each occupy a region, followed by the representatives of the White City states, the Barbarians, right in the middle of the long ring table, the owner of the place, the Minor element tyrant in the red robe, Tumen, Medfis and Andrig separated from the old man.

Next to the three were the Grey Sword Mayfisters, who were staring at the area where Cruz was represented, a moment that was largely empty, with only Mangrove, the Duke of Ludwig and a handful of Veronica's military personnel sitting there.

The elves have not yet arrived, and there are only a few guards in St. Osor's position, and the elf girl is talking to each other in a low voice with her long bow on her back. The Silver Coalition area is almost empty, with only three or two big cats left, and most wizards leave Fort Barbell, leaving only a few apprentices, and never talking to any of the proposals.

Druid's position sits on a silent, oligarchy elder, proving the existence of the rings of the sky.

While the region of the Silver Bay states is crowded, there are in fact few people with a say, and a significant proportion of these people are asking about the Four Realms, and why the Allied Coalition forces in the Bay have not yet arrived in Arkash. As for the representatives of the barbarians - mostly the mountain people fleeing Varachi and the highlanders of Anzeluta - they rarely send representatives, but rarely express their views.

Finally, the Finn Zan and the representatives of the States of White City, the former consisting mainly of members of the Royal Order of Finn Zan and the Knights of the Sky, who had been ordered by the Pope to come for support, and the latter, which was essentially an even number - in addition to the presence of a mercenary of more than 300 by the Association of Far Eagle Adventurers.

After all, the Fanzans and Ellanta Wild Pokémon have yet to cope with the threat of the Great Glacier Neon and Nightworm from the east.

The resolution on the evacuation of the Babel Fortress essentially revolved around the opinions of the Wind Elves and the Cruz, but the sudden absence of the Cruz and Wind Elves prior to the meeting left most of them in doubt, with a time of debate in the lobby, echoing the buzzing discourse.

The San Osor side was almost entirely absent, and the elf guards in charge of maintaining order would naturally not be present at this level of the meeting, while the Cruz side, on the other hand, had serious internal disputes within the military.

Veronica firmly does not advocate the withdrawal of the fortress - her insistence is not without reason that, after withdrawing from the Alkash region, the cluster army can attack the entire four realms from the Alkash mountains, followed by thousands of miles of plains, without any risk whatsoever.

After that, we will retreat to the Twilight Forest, which relies on the White Mountains and the Autumn Mountains to defend itself. Although the ancient forests are the natural frontiers of St. Osor, it is difficult to say how useful they are to the Cluster Army.

More importantly, conditions are not necessarily better there than here, and if Barbell's immortal fortress remains intact, what's the point of rebuilding the defensive line elsewhere? They can retreat today, but then again, like in the battle of the saints, on the desert?

This time the enemy is not just from the west.

Her ideas were supported by most of the less powerful officers, but they were faced with real difficulties - the dusk offensive had broken through the last line of defense, and the sporadic guard tower and defense facilities outside the Tower would be lost in the next few days, and without logistical support, how long would they be able to hold on in this lonely fortress? A month, two months, six months or a year?

So, on the other hand, the Duke Ludwig, to be exact, totally disagrees with such a desperate approach.

Stick in the fortress and wait for the Bukas to settle their internal problems before turning the Pokémon back to the negotiating table with Madala's dead spirit - how can military action be so reactive that it leads to hope for the best that can happen? But if it is too late to bury the coalition of humans and elves here, such a world of loss and order cannot afford it.

His claims were also supported by some, even by most, who, after all, understood the logic of 'loss of place, loss of place, loss of place', which sounded more logical.

Rationally, Veronica doesn't disapprove of this logic.

But there are deeper concerns in the heart of the female Legion Leader.

If the coalition forces retreated to the White Mountain-Autumn Mountains line, the Empire's access to Eruin would be completely exposed. When it comes to that southeastern border country of the Empire, Veronica has a slight difference in her heart, which is not a matter of emotion, but a hidden feeling in her mind that it is not that simple.

Although Eruin is nothing more than an invisible presence for most empires, it is this small kingdom that has shown remarkable power in the recent civil unrest in the empire - a young man, Veronica, who is even more elusive. She always felt that the other side might have some secrets, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the rapid rise of the small kingdom.

Even more difficult to explain, if the scourge of Baiyama is understandable, why the Buga rebellion went to Eruin to thrive, where there was no link whatsoever to the war.

What if the Dragon of Dusk was originally designed to destroy this little kingdom?

The more Veronica thinks that she may have seen through the twilight dragon movement, the more this judgment contradicts her common sense and logic. There is no reason why the Dusk Army should leave Cruz and St. Osor's two powerful civilizations unaddressed, preferring to destroy a small border country first.

She can only speculate that the Dragon of Dusk has other plans.

But it is precisely where she has difficulty telling, a military operation of such magnitude, the significance behind which could affect the future of the entire continent, that no one will ever use her speculation as a criterion - no matter how confident she may be in it.

And she cannot and cannot prove her speculation, because of the disaster in Anzeluta, Cruz's land ties with Eruin have long been cut off. Almost all the news about that kingdom now comes from the Silver Bay region, which is actually a unilateral subpoena of magic from the South.

Now no one can sail to Eruin to confirm the accuracy of the message, and after the outbreak of the war, commercial exchanges in various regions have long stalled.

Veronica can only choose to insist on herself.

However, her attitude seemed to have become more intransigent, and even those who initially supported her could not help but shake after some time.

And there are other main warriors, mostly young people from various aristocratic families, who seem to be organized around lobbying for the hesitant two-sided factions. At first, the Duke of Ludwig thought the men had been found by Veronica, but only later did he find out that the head of the women's regiment seemed completely reluctant to do such a thing.

However, the political influence of these young people is weak, and neither side takes them too seriously.

For Veronica's stubbornness, the Duke of Ludwig just couldn't help shaking his head.

“No, no, no. ”

He's constantly opposed.

The two are increasingly arguing, even once overshadowed the debate in the lobby. People looked back in this direction and Mangrove's face looked a little awkward, but it was at this time that a waiter rushed in from outside the lobby.

Mangrove had a bad premonition from the uneasy look on the waiter's face, who came to him and leaned down and said a few words in his ear. After listening, Mangrove stood up from his seat.

“What did you say? ”

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