The Amber Sword

“Martha on, Pamid, I'm going to be a father!” Borg-Nesson waved the letterhead in his hands with excitement and said to his colleagues.

“Oh, really?” The face of a serious knight's old board revealed a smile, his pale brown pupils staring at his companion: “Then I must congratulate you well. ”

“It's natural. ”

BORG - Nathan came to sit down with his colleagues and watched the pale Nessand Forest under twilight; under the sunset, a bronze-stained tree stood up on the canopy, and a star crow was nesting back and forth on the umbrella canopy - occasionally stopping and watching the two uninterrupted guests with rounded black eyes.

“It's beautiful, Eluin, but it's not enough. This is our country. ”

“It is indeed more comfortable to return to Eruin.” The knight replied.

As a crow sounded, the birds flew out of the forest, and the sound of wings fluttering could be heard miles away. Large animals pass through the forest, and the knight turns back and reminds the others behind.

But Bog-Nathan interrupted him: "Hey, don't change the subject, it's far away. ”

He patted his colleague on the shoulder: "Tell me about you. You're not married, are you? My God, poor old Pamid must be in a hurry! What do you say, do you see any lucky girl? ”

The knight glanced at him with a waveless glimpse of the ancient well: "Didn't I say that I would not consider this until I had found out the truth about everything? ”

BORG - Nesson's eyes widened: “You make us all sweaty, you know you're all alone, and as for me —— I not only have beautiful, kind wives, but maybe even daughters now, are you looking down on us? ”

“You're different," replied the knight, "you were engaged before you left Eruin, and I'm not so constrained. ”

“That's not a constraint.” Borg-Nesson is impatient to correct his colleagues' incorrect perceptions.

The knight shrugged.

Borg-Nesson silenced for a moment and took it seriously: "But have you thought about it, Pamid, we've barely made any progress in the last decade. The matter that the Marshal has asked us to investigate privately is by no means simple. Think about it. Compared to a thousand years after the Battle of the Saints, even if Lord Martha has left us some clues, it may have been annihilated by time. Don't you see, it will be difficult for us to walk back to Eruin. ”

“If what Her Royal Highness sees is true, no matter how difficult it may be, someone must persevere, right?” The knight reached out and grabbed at a distance: “For the beauty to survive, for everyone's sake tomorrow is not meaningless, everything is to change that established destiny. ”

“Can mortals really change anything, Lord Martha?” Borg-Neisson smiled bitterly: “Didn't you notice that Her Royal Highness didn't seem to believe that either, but I think the people of United Silver are more reliable. ”

“Her Royal Highness may have thought otherwise, and you should have noticed that she is a very opinionated man and now the emperor of the Cruz Empire. Perhaps, in her view, there was some haste in those decisions about the past, and even Lord Martha dared to question them.” The knight replied.

“But we're not,” Bog-Nesson shook his head: "We must trust the Marshal's judgment. ”

“Do you believe that? ”

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, "the adult never missed it. ”

“The adult already has a descendant," replied the knight, "born two years ago in Prague, is his grandson. ”

“Ha ha, then I must beg the Lord to give my daughter to this boy, who is the next heir to the Cadilloso family, as promised - like the Lord, he must be a genius. ”

The knight shook his head.

But it's also something he'd love to see.

“Let's get down to business," said Bog-Nathan, not happy to see his colleagues, knowing what he was thinking, changing the subject: “Don't you think it's strange? ”

“There's something strange about it.” The knight replied.

“Yes, our investigation was first initiated in the Alkash region, and it was initially confined to the territory of Kruz, but why did the last clue point to Eruin? A thousand years ago, it wasn't enough. It was a wasteland, was it? ”

“But perhaps in earlier times there were traces of civilization here. Have you ever been to the rings of the wind? ”

“You mean the Druids? ”

“Perhaps earlier. ”

Borg-Neisson frowned: “That doesn't explain another question, either, why all the clues came here as if they had been broken. We knew that the King of Fire had sent the first King Ace to this land with the Blazing Sword, but there was no written record of what happened 700 years ago, as if it were a legend. ”

“Maybe, but we don't have it. ”

“What do you mean? ”

The knight pointed to the following: “The cult. ”

“Ha, you mean those bastards we just killed? But it was just a coincidence. How could you suspect these people? ”

“It's no coincidence," replied the knight, "I pulled out the temple file and found that they were operating much more frequently in Eruin than we thought. ”

“So what? ”

“Do you remember where we were 15 years ago? ”

Viscount Borg-Neisson's face changed.

He seemed to recall that nightmare, endless pursuit, walking on the brink of death, poisoning, framing, all sorts of plots, all at once. That nightmare happened in Cruz, and I'm afraid it was one of the last experiences he wanted to recall in his life.

“You mean East Metz? ”

“The pastoralist retains a well-organized trunk there, which is extremely rare elsewhere, and I have carefully examined the local history of the Mets region for three decades and found that the activities of cults there are very similar to those of Eruin. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“Do you remember what they were looking for? ”

“You mean those weird tablets? ”

“That piece of stone came out of Arkash 30 years ago. ”

Borg-Nesson was stuck in the foot like, “Why didn't you say so? Is it possible that someone brought something else out of the temple and someone else went into the underground temple, but not us? ”

The knight did not answer this question.

Borg-Nesson grabbed his hair: “Why didn't you tell Her Royal Highness that maybe the tablet wouldn't have been taken one step earlier by the herders, and now those guys may have fled north to Finn Zan, so what do we do? ”

“You have no idea why the shepherd could have been informed one step ahead of time under such circumstances, and only me and your Highness would have known about the operation?” The knight asked.

“Do you doubt Her Highness? ”

“I suspect the black dragons around her. ”

Borg-Nathan silenced down: “Do you think those tablets could be clues? ”

“It's just a possibility.” The knight replied: "And the tablets are not alone, and there should be another tablet for Metz, and the rest for Eruin. ”

“In Eruin?” Borg-Nesson shouted in a low voice: “How can you be sure of that? ”

“The cult told me himself, didn't I? ”

BORG-NEI frowned: “There are two tablets of stone in Metz that I know, and the catching herdsman himself admitted it. But it's still just a guess about Eruin, isn't it too hasty to confirm that just by the frequency with which the cults operate here? ”

“Aren't the clues we're investigating pointing to Eruin? ”

Borg-Nesson silenced down.

“This is not good news, this time without Her Royal Highness behind us. ”

“Bad news is better than no news. ”

“But this time we're better prepared than last time. ”

“Well, let's imagine, that is, they may have followed the Flaming Sword since the Echo era - not surprisingly, these are themselves the walkers of the Dragon of Dusk. But the question is," Bog-Nathan says, "What are we going to do? ”

“It's simple, since the cults spend more time than we do, we look for clues from them.” The knight replied.

Borg-Nesson looked at him shocked.

After a while, he slowly sighed: “You are a genius, my friend...”

“But it would be dangerous. ”

“How can the marshal's valet knights and students be afraid of danger?” Bog-Nesson replied, "I think your approach works, why don't we split up now? ”

“How is the division of labour? ”

Viscount Borg-Nesson goes on to say: "The cults who operate in Eruin, mainly the herdsmen, return to their homes, and the two organizations are opposed to each other, so it is best that we investigate them separately. I have a preliminary idea. I'll leave everything to you when I get back. I'll take care of the herdsmen.”

The knight raised his head and looked at his companion silently: "Bog, all things come together. Although better at disguise, the herders are much more organized, according to the strength of both of us -”

“Stop, stop,” Borg-Nesson interrupted in a hurry: "I'm an adult student, you have to let me do it once, right? ”

The knight nodded silently for a moment.

The sloping sun of Eruin is slowly sinking beneath the Grahar Mountains, and the darkness gradually swallows the earth.

But the stars have risen and sparkled the night sky.

The Sacred Sword of the Lion Heart was born in the time of the first Jun Ek.

Seven hundred years later, the sword was once again held in the hands of the Lion Heart Queen ——

Antitina gazed silently at the sword in her hand.

Now that this sword can no longer carry the ideal to bring light to this kingdom, at least its power cannot be held in the hands of the Sassards, leading this ancient kingdom towards destruction.

It was born of foresight and founded this kingdom of glory and vows.

Then its destruction is perhaps doomed to give people last hope.

The cycle of history has since ended.

And the sword was born of Shephah, and he died of Shephah.

She held the sword and decided to fulfill the promise under this ancient name.

She raised her sword with a comforting smile on her face.

Raise your head and your bright eyes look like a sword and stab straight at that vile traitor.

Makaro took a unconscious step back.

“What are you doing!? ”

“Drop it! ”

The Sadr Witch has realized it's wrong.

He suddenly shot an arrow out of his position, his hands as pale as claws, reading words in his mouth, and purple electric light coming out of the necklace on his chest.

But the power of the sword has been integrated into the West Fah family's bloodline.

Time's pointer is slowing down in the dark pupils of the clerk lady.

She saw that traitor's eyes widened, his face muscles relaxed to tight, his mouth slowly widened, his teeth revealed —— every detail slipped, his hands slowly lifted like a dying old man, a little blocked in front of his chest, a simple move that had gone through a century.

And Sadr's wizard spread out his five fingers, lightning spreading from his fingertips a little bit, not like fast light, but more like knocking over the paint, purple mixed with silver, slowly penetrating the canvas, moving forward inch by inch.

The whole world seems to be rated.

Antitina sees the chair that the witch crashed into as if suspended in the middle of the sky, all four of her feet off the ground, tilting slowly in the middle of the sky. A book called Manowell Botany was lifted off the table and landed on a visible trajectory to the ground, slowly reaching its ultimate point.

Then she lowered her sword behind her back.

The sword in your hand slowly backwards and then crosses an arc from the bottom to the top. When this arc is reset, the sword flies out of hand.

Makaro did not react at all.

Sadr's witch chanted a curse in his mouth, but suddenly stopped, his anger slightly stunned his face, and his hand stopped - a bright, incandescent line reflected in his eyes, passing him by.

Makaro did not react at all.

That second was divided into countless moments.

But there was only one white ray thundering through the center of the house.

He punched Makaro's chest unhindered.

Time has returned to normal flow.

The Sadr Witch turned around and saw the pure, flawless sword cut open Makaro in front of him. The traitor could not even cry out in time, and the colour of the god, which was out of fear, frustration, pain and remorse, was rated at the last moment and then melted into a white flame.

Some would have had the opportunity to become another person remembered by Eruin.

But he chose another path.

This path leads to the final demise in flames.

After penetrating the King's traitor, Lion's Heart sword continued and struck a metal astronomer on the desk.

In the angry eyes of the Sadr Witch, this sword of the Eruin, like a fragile glass, broke open and turned into countless finely fragmented pieces, flying in all directions.

“No...!” He roared and shouted, his heart blazing with anger almost turning the entire fortress to ashes.

He seemed to see the illusion of the Dragon of Dusk in front of him, staring at him with a smile.

Behind it lies the destruction of the Sassards.

And the end of the world.

“No!” the Sadr Witch screamed sadly again. He did not understand why a holy sword could be broken so easily.

And the power of the Silver People, this time nothing can be saved for him.

The Lion Heart Sword does hide an unknown secret.

But it is a legend only known to the descendants of the Sifah family.

Purple lightning struck Antina at the same time--

The power close to the saint almost instantly tore apart the mortal body of a young girl.

It's a story about faith and dignity.

Though weak.

But it is doomed not to destiny.

Whatever it takes.

The choice of the humble is like a sword in the hands of a young woman.

I would rather be torn to pieces than waffle--

Antitina closed her eyes.

But death did not come for a long time.

She hears a gentle voice in her heart calling out to her sleeping consciousness:

“Annie, you've grown up. ”

In the room.

The Sadr witch looked shocked at the scattered shards of the sword, clustered together with each other, surrounded by an intangible force, surrounded by that human girl; and his power, the power of all elements and laws in this house, was wiped out by this intangible force.

A man and a woman, two shadows flashed into the house.

Look at him cold.

As if looking at a dead man.

……