The Amber Sword

When the lady opened her eyes slowly, she found herself standing in a strange place.

“This is... where I'm not... dead? ”

She raised her hand with some hesitation and slowly extended to her cheek, pressing it as if to confirm whether she was a ghost or not.

In the distance is the endless basalt surface, a dense mountainous stack.

Green lightning traveled through the clouds and the wind blew her long hair, forcing her to pull the hair behind her eyes with her hands at all times. She raised her head, lifted her shattered skirt, barefoot, lifted her steps - hesitating for a moment, but still firmly walked forward.

Dust and sand, rising in the wind, rolling past the girl's dress.

In the wind and sand, there is only one lonely person left, one step at a time to move forward deeply.

An endless plain...

In the forceful study, the shards of the sword, pieces by pieces, flying off the ground, like sand and dust in the wind, flying up, surrounded by the lady clerk.

Brando holds the sword, Orphis, and is watching the Sadr Witch coldly. Around him, Freya held her fist tightly and nearly lost her blood. She bit her teeth and looked at the Wizard of the Silver People with red eyes - who were supposed to be the keepers of order, the bearers of the fire of civilization.

“You, who are you?” The Sadr Witch looked at these two uninterrupted guests with horror and anger.

Where's the guard? Where are the other Sassador wizards in the castle?

He stretched his hand and leaned on one side of the grey crystal cane, which had never been used before, and flew in the air and fell into his hand.

The smell in front of this young man made him feel like a scalp blow.

Could it be that I met a young dragon king?

He had five fingers and dared not to retain them at all. The gray crystal cane in his hand pointed at two people: “Unique of the universe, confinement!” This eleven-ring spell is the supreme achievement of the law magic space system spell, only to see a singular universe of trillions of stars slowly unfolding on all sides of space, the storm in the house, books and debris raging into the quadrilateral void, followed by tables and chairs, various cabinets and bookshelves, and finally even the ceiling of the room collapsed, bricks breaking free from the constraints of the wall, converging into a flood and rolling into it.

But Brando was just a punch.

Even the Golden Flame Sword Odyphus did not work. He only handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his fist and introduced it into this singularity universe, waving the cloth and sweeping it apart, his fist straight through the void, in the incredibly stunned colour of the Sadr Witch, punched him hard in the stomach.

The color of the god that is rated on his face is simply four words.

It's impossible...!

So one of the Buga's twelve wizard chiefs, King of the Witches of Salad, could only make a painful whimper, and the whole man flew out like a fold from it, one head crashed into the back wall, and the brick burst into pieces.

Brando stood silent, stepped forward into the soot, reached under the rubble, and raised the grey-headed Sadr Witch from the rubble.

He asked word for word:

“Do you still think mortals are weak? ”

The blue-faced Sadr Witch screamed, “Holy... Holy power, you... you are the king of silver dragons, Lodian...”

“Answer - Error. ”

The poor King of Witches has flown out like a leather ball, smashing every obstacle along the way, lifting this wizard chief up in the Brando Heights and then throwing him to the ground with a loud bang. Thanks to his being a silver citizen and close to the presence of the saint, he didn't smash into pieces. Forgive me, but he also broke several bones.

Seeing this scene, even Freya couldn't bear to let go of her hand, and she'd never seen Brando like this.

Rage, indifference, no mercy.

But in her heart, she was not afraid at all, she just felt calm and warm.

Because the anger in your heart comes from the promise that is the true pride of a man and a lord.

Never allow trespass--

Sadr's witch threw up a lot of blood before climbing out of the ground, but still didn't give up her resistance, grabbing her hand again, grabbing her own gray crystal staff ten feet apart.

He understands that this time he encountered a powerful enemy, the power level of the other side is about higher than his own, he tried to break his head and didn't think of who the other side is, not Rodean the King of Silver Dragon, but who else has such power? Of course, even in the most absurd of hypotheses, the Sadr Witch did not envision the knight of His Royal Highness, the princess whom the Eruin population proclaimed, Count Denel, Lord of the Tonigals.

Without him, he is nothing but a mortal.

But mortals are destined to give him an unforgettable memory of this day.

First Antina.

Now will be her lord.

Sadr sinks his heart, after all, through hundreds of wars, even facing the man who made him feel chestnut - the man known as Dragon Odin of Darkness. He erected the Gray Crystal Staff and read out a large section of taboo phrases, wind and lightning, flames and cold ice, recorded on top of the oldest literature, all shaped behind him.

He stretched out his slender five fingers and screamed with a loud scream: "Die, elemental calamity! ”

This is a spell invented by a giant dragon called Disaster.

Blue calamity, elemental dragon.

The Fourteenth Ring is the limit that all beings under the Gods can reach.

Forbidden.

With the movement of the King of Witches, the ground shook up within a few miles of the light fort. The earth elements are being withdrawn, from the Avenue of Winomar to Sylman, the ground is cracked, the earth is rocked up, the creatures of the ancestral houses in the dirt are fleeing their nests, tens of thousands of businessmen on the avenue have to stop and watch the scene.

Miles away, clouds in the sky converge into whirlpools, and wind and fire elements are pulled down from thousands of meters of altitude, converging into a green light column and pouring into a lighthouse beneath the whirlpool.

On the surface of Lake Valentin, the waves rolled back and began to recede as big as before the tsunami, exposing thousands of meters of monstrous underwater.

Water elements are being withdrawn from the material boundary.

The light of the four natural elements converges into a strip of light that slowly merges onto the gray crystal of the Staff in the hands of the Sadr Witch, each of which is several miles long and looks far like an interwoven cloud of colour. And in the light of the clouds, Sadr's witch's face seemed twisted and hazy --

Brando also took a step back, blocking Freya with his hands.

In any case, the other party is also one of the twelve wizard chiefs of the Buga people, not one of the strongest, but not insignificant.

And this fourteen ring technique is the best annotation of each other's strength.

“Brando?” Freya hid behind him and asked with some concern.

But seeing Brando shake his head gently.

Her heart settled down.

The Sadr Witch has finished his last spell.

He raised the Gray Crystal Staff, the second time in a thousand years that he had performed this spell. He had seen the most magnificent spell of the world, hundreds of miles of ice storms, lightning and thunder, burning out all the fire and wind, and turning the entire Nasdell Marsh into ash.

Deep in his eyes, he reflected the colour of fanaticism, and the age of restraint was over for the Sassards, and the Silver People would surely reign over the order of the earth - for only those who possessed such power would be worthy of being the true masters of Warnd.

But he didn't finally see the flame that lit his deepest heart.

Because the flames are out.

The wind stopped.

Elemental water has dried up.

The turbulent land has also recovered.

The fanatical look solidified on the face of the Sadr Witch.

Brando's stuck, too. What's going on? He clearly felt that the magic in space was rapidly disappearing, and the four natural elements on which it relied had lost room for dependence.

“Brando,” Freya suddenly shoved Brando's back, shouting out loud, “Look at Antina! ”

He suddenly turned back.

The Broken Heart of the Lion's Sacred Sword was broken into twenty-seven pieces.

At this moment, they are surrounded by Antitina, and when each fragment is surrounded by a week, a faint silver symbol appears. Every time a silver symbol flashes, a basic rule is pulled out of this space - magic, elements, destruction, constraint...

“They… they are breaking the Sadr Witch's curse…” Freya almost dares not believe: “But... how can a Lion Heart Sword do such a thing? ”

Brando frowned and shook his head.

He suddenly realized something, some pitifully looked at the Sadr Witch sitting on her knees on the ground, staring up at the sky.

There, the curly whirlpool clouds have long disappeared, leaving only a splash of sky to wash.

Brando replied softly, "Freya, that's not the power of the Lion's Heart Sword. ”

“Not the Lion Heart Sword? ”

He nodded.

The young martial arts goddess from Butch looked at him inexplicably.

Brando also reached out silently and held her somewhat cold hand, Freya slightly flashed, but did not pull her hand apart. She has a strange feeling in her heart, as if she could feel the gentleness in this man's heart at this moment.

It was a silent feeling, silent, steadfast and ubiquitous, a mother's care for her children, and tens of thousands of years later, even though she had left the world, she remained steadfast in her guardianship.

Compared to that.

The despicability of the Sassards is simply silent.

“That's Martha...”

Above the sky.

The thin silver wire is being pulled out of the world by a tiny bit along the trajectory of the present world.

The magic spins out of Tiamat's network, first deprived of the spell, and then the elements escape and become the most basic particles between the universes, in accordance with the covenant of the King and Mother of the Four Elements.

And finally, matter, the basic architecture of the world is collapsing, and masonry, wooden beams, scattered pages and tables and chairs, like sand, are dying with the wind.

Between eyes, the castle turns into a pile of silver-grey gravel.

At this moment, countless Sassards are stunned to discover that they have forever lost their ability to perform magic.

Miles away, on Sylman Avenue, businessmen were talking about the sudden earthquake just now; although some people still had palpitations, most of them had returned to their posts after the visions in the sky disappeared.

Only one shirt was ragged, and some of the fallen middle-aged people still frowned and stared silently at the water not far away.

The water is shaking slightly.

“Aftershock?” He muttered in his mouth.

But the vibrations have become more and more apparent.

Some stones danced strangely to the street, and the people in the shops on both sides ran out again cursing; but this time, people were orderly, and they found something to cover their heads so that they wouldn't get hurt by the crash in panic.

People stood on the street, waiting for the aftershocks to pass again.

But the ground jumped.

Most people were instantly lifted to the ground.

The middle-aged man turned around and held onto the nearby trees with one hand, and he turned around and saw a few Saville Silver Lily followers in gray robes with a stubborn look on their faces.

“Strong Magic Reaction...”

“What is this?”

“The artifact reaction? ”

“I'm afraid… I'm afraid there's more than…"

In the crowd, there was a sudden scream of heartbreak: “Look, Martha, come on, look over there! ”

People looked at the past in the direction they were pointing at.

And then everyone just feels their hair up.

On the far side of the sky...

A pure white light column.

Down to the top, straight into the sky...

Above the cloud, there was a huge hand of light that gently caught the column of light.

Everyone opens their mouths and can't say a word for long.

Several lilies crossed their chests vigorously.

Their hands are a little shaky...

“Lord Martha...”

It was 12,000 years later when the mother and her children were reunited again.

Many people, at this moment, are crying out loud.

……

Columns of wind and sand.

Once again, the clerk lady was tripped over a hard rock.

The palms and knees wore off a layer of skin and were bleeding. But she climbed up silently, biting her teeth, trying to grab the sharp rock nearby and stand up again.

But one hand appeared in front of her.

Antitina raised her head in dismay.

In front, standing in a soft white light, a woman can't even see her face, but strangely, her heart feels subconsciously warm and tranquil.

“The pursuit of ideals and beliefs is a long and arduous process," the woman smiled and reached out to her, saying, "What truly leads to the last throne is not an object, but a steadfast confidence. ”

“Are you…? ”

“Aren't you going to move on, brave boy? ”

Antitina bit her teeth, nodded her head and grabbed the woman's hand.

She stood up.

Looking back, looking over the endless basalt plain, the wind and sand scattered sometime.

You can see far above the gray plain that there are so many people, like her, who are treading in one direction.

Antitina slightly widened her mouth.

“Here, is the kingdom of the dead? ”

The woman smiled slightly: "What difference does life and death make to the truth-seeker? ”

The young girl looked at her inexplicably.

“I knew your father, Antina. ”

Looking at the young girl with her eyes widened by surprise, the woman gently said to her:

“I know everyone who seeks hope. ”

“And your father's relatives are perhaps the most proud of them. ”

“You may not understand what hope Mr. Borg-Nathan leaves you...”

……