The Amber Sword

Clusters of crystals, like purple tide, are swallowing the last grey wall standing in the tide.

The dense numbness of countless crystalline worms, shaped like a giant peristaltic mother trapped on the earth, slowly swallowing everything is enough to suffocate and despair.

Another flag disappeared into the purple ocean.

It was as if a spiral had fallen on a single page of lonely sail in the vortex, representing the fall of another army into the hands of a cluster.

In the tower.

Hugh Ann shut the door, some desperately shouting to his commander: "Sir Knight, we are surrounded! ”

“Shh -" Death seemed close, but the knight, with a deep knife mark on his face, quietly held his fingers up on his lips, indicating that he was silent. She pointed over her finger and said to the young knight: "Listen. ”

The last barrier is ahead.

On the pallet, Veronica, Mangrove, Walla, the old Chancellor, the Duke of Mehotofen and the Duke of Ludwig looked heavier, beneath which the Krutz Front was already weaker than a piece of paper.

But everyone is looking at the sky.

Thick clouds are separating.

A huge halo is slowly opening from the sky south of the Four Realms, pushing away clouds within thousands of miles of each other...

Babel Fortress is hundreds of miles away.

Over the thousands of metres of cloud sea, the Baruvito once again saw the Cruz, which also appeared on the other end of the laminar cloud.

In the sun, on two golden flagships, the respective commanders of the Hazers and the Krutz both looked down at the Four Realms through their gauges, both of them in full colour.

Outside the Aurora Forest, a giant black sphere stretches between heaven and earth - its lower part hovering over the plain, and the middle has passed through the clouds; countless dragons and nightingales fly around the black sphere, looking as if it were a few black dots in the distance.

And Canterbury, below the black ball, is like a coin.

“There is an aura of deity. ”

“It was the dragon god Bahamt, who broke the alliance between the Blue Legion and the Black Legion in the Mets area. ”

“There are people in Canterbury who look like the Allied Coalition of Silver Bay. How do we deal with this stuff? ”

“We just have to find a way to get this thing's attention and buy some time for those poor guys--”

“Give the order. ”

But there was some anxiety coming out of the subpoena crystal, "Commander, ten seconds ago, there was a massive energy response in the southeast direction, and those things were approaching quickly, at a distance of 1,500, very quickly... not like the Elf Sky Cavalry. ”

“Alert! ”

“Wait, they responded… it's the Dragons! ”

“Dragons? ”

“The other said she was the current dragon princess and her name was Aloz… Aloz Golden Flame. ”

“Golden Dragon...? ”

The dragon has arrived.

The dragons are passing through the sky near Sobes.

These giant beasts spread their wings and swept across the forest as if they had seen the end of the world as elves living in the forest ran out of their tree houses.

They looked up at the direction the dragons were leaving, with deep curiosity in their eyes.

“The dragons showed up, what happened in the West? ”

This is the year of the sword, the first day of the winter piano month.

Years later, St. Osor, who lived around the White Mountains, even remembered the day; and that was the last time people had seen such a massive dragon migration on the Vaughnde continent.

A total of 173 dragons.

That was the last people the dragons could gather after Metz's tragic defeat.

“Aloz. ”

Little Mother Dragon suddenly heard Frofa's voice.

It turns around, and the beautiful silver dragon is flying around it, and the silver dragon is a beautiful creature, and its spouse is the pride of the entire Silver Dragon community.

“Look south...”

Aloz was stunned.

She subconsciously turned back in that direction.

Greywind Harbor, the capital of Janilassu--

The refugees were gathering in crowds at the docks, poor people gathered from the Sivanar or more northern swallowburg areas. The sudden outbreak of war destroyed their calm lives and the rebels carried out massacres in the north, while the capable army did not spare any of the villages through which they passed - more and more people left their homeland for fear and came to the south.

But here, Grey Wind Harbor is the end of their migration.

The sea was full of boats preparing to leave the area, and every boat was full of people. Businessmen are dumping their goods spontaneously in order to take away more people, with no reward or reputation, and this is nothing more than a self-help initiative by civilized creatures at the most critical juncture.

This is the social nature of human beings, the biggest difference between them and beasts.

But the boat is still not enough.

Eruin's floating fleet has not been evacuated, nor has the Navy made a decision, but in any case Count Janilassou will have to wait until the last boat leaves port, which is the minimum commitment of the military to the citizens they guard.

The harbour is also filled with a wide variety of huge sea animals.

It was actually the servant of Nagar the Greyfin.

The refugees climbed on the backs of these giant beasts with fear and nervousness, but everyone who left the harbour in a giant beast bent down to salute them in the direction of the lighthouse.

There, the Cold Queen stood side by side with her deputy, Bridget the Sea Monster.

“See, Bridget, that's why we're here.” The queen's face was a little apathetic, but her rectangular pupils flashed in the sun with a strange, colorful glow.

The sea demon shook his head: "We do not need the gratitude of these mortals, Your Majesty, we owe them nothing after the Battle of Ambethel. ”

“Is this all you see? ”

The sea demon Bridget turned around and looked at her queen.

“For a long time, the people of the ocean have been excluded from the circles of the world. Do you know why?“ The Cold Queen replied, "Because we missed one of our best opportunities to engrave the name of the Naga clan on that holy white tablet. ”

She pointed to the far ocean and said, "That's why we're here. We missed it once, we mustn't miss it again. ”

In the sky, clouds are dwindling.

In a meeting room in the city hall of Grey Wind Harbor, Count Janila Suu sits on the sofa and stops to talk with Sannir, the warrior of Naga, what it feels like.

Outside the hall, there was already a mess.

People raced to the streets and looked south.

Something happened to Goran-Elson.

Someone's yelling.

A bright pillar of light that shines a dazzling glory in the southern sky--

In the ruins of the fort, Freya leaned back and shocked: “What is that...! ”

Brando didn't say a word around her and guessed what.

In her illusion, the Lady of Staff had no idea what was happening to Warnde.

She looked at each other with some confusion:

“My father? ”

Martha nodded.

She drew a picture with her hands.

In that view, there was a bright room where afternoon sunlight was shooting into the room from an arched window on the floor, with silky curtains pulled open and drooling on the ground, and shadows just covered the bookshelf on the wall.

At the desk, visibly more mature than a decade ago, Viscount Borg-Nesson was somewhat excited to hold a piece of gray stone and say to his knight colleagues, “Old man, remember the last time we talked here, I think we were close to success, and I've got the exact whereabouts of that piece of stone. ”

The serious knight also had several deep wrinkles on his forehead more than a decade ago, and his palms were white, and he looked at his companion and said, "Heepad, I think the shepherd has noticed you. ”

Viscount Neisson shrugged: “Naturally, they're not stupid, but they're just aware that I haven't revealed my identity. ”

Antitina looked shocked at the two people in the room.

She took two unconscious steps forward, reaching out to try to grab something, but couldn't get into the house: “This... this is my house in Aldrin, I know this place, this is the second floor of the estate, my father's study...”

“And who is he... how does he know my father's real name? ”

The clerk lady asked in surprise.

Martha told her to keep watching.

Antitina bit her lip, and she remembered something that had happened two years before his father disappeared, when she was twelve years old, and she remembered that a guest had set her father up, but that she had gone with her mother to a nearby farm as a guest.

She had to show her complexity on her face, and the studio was just like she remembered, and the glass windows in those cabinets were filled with gray stone pieces, big and small.

After all these years, she still doesn't understand what her father is looking for. Is it really that important to him?

He was an adventurer, and as his daughter, she could understand her father's love for the cause; she could even understand the man's deep love for her and her mother, but what could he not tell them?

She thought about it all the time after her mother died, until she met Brando.

His father was not only the heir of the Sifah family, but also the knight and student of Earth's Sword Sage, how distinguished he was, but he never told her or his mother.

Why is that?

But if that is the case, why should you make yourself aware of the fate of the Sifah?

If you're not going to tell the truth about everything, wouldn't it be better to be a naive aristocratic lady?

Tears blur vision sometime.

Miss Clerk thought she was strong enough, even if faced with more tears, but the memories of the past were immersed in her heart, not faded due to time, but became clearer and deeper.

She took a step forward, hoping to find out the answer to that question herself.

But time is so heartless that it leaves nothing to chance.

Viscount Neisson stood up.

“Pamid, we have to move. ”

The knight pondered for a moment: "Have you asked her? ”

Viscount Nathan shook his head: “I can't find her, she has left the royal family since the adoption of the baby girl. I don't know if she has been to Goran-Elson, but the marshal has been dead for two years, and even if she knows anything, she has lost her clue. ”

“I asked Scott, but he didn't know, and I didn't dare go to the Marshal's grandson to get him in trouble - old man, the Marshal is gone, but that doesn't mean the end of our mission, and you should remember everything we saw in the Alkash underground illusion. ”

“We have to stop the prophecy from happening, this time we have to do it ourselves. ”

The knight nodded in silence: "But where are your wives and children? Do they know? ”

Viscount Nai Song was silent and showed obvious hesitation on his face.

“It's not fair to them that you do this. ”

The Viscount shook his head: "Pamid, you know what we're doing, there's no fair thing to say... our people left one by one, but we're still here, aren't we? ”

He sighed slightly: "I do love them, but if I do not do it, it is not love, it is evasion of duty. As a husband, as a father, I had reason to protect them -- in my own way. I promised Sadie, remember, from the moment I gave her the wedding ring, I had to keep my word. ”

The knight looked at him.

Viscount Nathan took a breath: "As the Marshal has entrusted us, we must make a decision, Pamid. Do you understand? ”

“I want to leave my daughter a hope in her world. ”

“Even if it pays for life. ”

……

‘I do love them very much, but if I do not do it, it is not love, it is evasion of duty. ’

‘I'm going to leave my daughter a hope in her world. ’

‘Even if it pays for your life. ’

Such a voice echoes on the cloud.

In Pragues, all the inhabitants of every street stopped working and looked at the sky in amazement.

Some of them are locals living on Gray Mouse Avenue, who used to be the right-hand neighbor of the Antitina family - people whose lives have hardly changed in the last three years, and for whom Eruin has experienced much, what more could a life that was already strained be stranded?

Though for Gray Mouse Street, some came and some left, the rich moved north in the Second War, and the poor and destitute remained trapped on this old and desperate street.

But many of them remember the family that used to live here, three different identities from them.

“Isn't that the voice of Viscount Nathan and Miss Antittina? I heard Viscount Nathan disappeared years ago, and his daughter left Pragues a few years ago. ”

“Miss Antittina is now a man of honor, and I hear she married Count Jean de Neil. ”

“I don't know what will happen to the southern fingers now that Eruin is in such a mess. I wish Lord Martha would protect Her Royal Highness. ”

“Hey, it's pathetic to say that they are all good people. Lord Neisson is noble, but he doesn't have a shelf to treat people...”

“Good people are always unlucky in this world. ”

“Who says no? ”

“But what about that voice in the sky? Haven't Viscount Nai been missing for years? ”

“You see that light, that's Kurk, right? What's going on up north? ”

People talk about it.

But no one noticed the crowd, and when he shouted, a cripple dropped his sword in his hand, but he seemed to have no idea, looking pale at the blue sky.

In Silver Bay, the young magician stood on the hill and let the wind blow his long hair--

The magician listened to those two familiar voices, and sometime, tears were shed.

“Did you do it? ”

“My people. ”

Antitina was in a trance as if to see that summer night again.

That night the Witch Queen was extraordinarily bright in the southern sky.

The stars reflect on the water and flow quietly with the river Pragues...

Viscount Neisson watched his daughter return to the house, sighing and turning back - Pragues in silence, a lamp that had been lit in the night, Bunipan Avenue in the distance, the aristocratic district as if the stars had fallen on the ground.

In a room in the distance, the warm orange yellow light is coming out of the window, a trio of scissors in the window, husband and wife, father and daughter, the laughter seems to be coming across the river to appear warm and authentic.

He stood on his knees, picked up an iron shovel from the corner of the wall, dug a deep hole under a chestnut tree not far away, lay at the edge of the pit and buried a box carefully.

After all this, Viscount Nai only wipes his sweat and gets up straight.

He looked at the new earth beneath the tree and his eyes filled with a gentle divine colour: "Annie, I'm sorry… I hope one day you won't resent me for it. ”

“I will not ask for your forgiveness, but there are some things in the world that we must do. ”

“It is not only because of the responsibility of the West Fah family bloodline towards this kingdom, but more importantly because we are surrounded by many who deserve our lives to be protected. ”

“Perhaps one day, my daughter, you'll meet someone like that. ”

He slowly removed the necklace from his chest and lowered his voice:

“For Eluin, Lord Martha, bless me - this is the last hope. ”

Watching this scene, Antina has long been silent.

Pragues, the streets of the Gray Mouse are silent.

Nobody understands what this scene means.

But for Brando, the scene in the forbidden orchard on Butch Hill Trail three years ago is still in sight.

It was a father, a husband, a hero, a silent skeleton who couldn't tell him everything about the past, but on the weathered parchment paper, he recorded emotions that couldn't be more sincere.

Two people born in different times, whose destiny meets one another, cannot look beyond life and death, but ideals and beliefs can still be conveyed.

Freya bit her lips silently.

The visions are changing ——

It's above the sky, presenting stories that were unknown in the past to everyone.

Viscount Neisson was seen fulfilling his promise.

He dived into the herdsman's interior and got the gray tablet, but discovered his identity for Mayad, the worm lord. At the final juncture, Knight Pamid gave up his life and paved the way for his own companion -

After a long chase and escape, Brando saw the place he knew.

In the valley basin, isn't that where the golden demon tree is?

Viscount Nematsu hid deep in the rock seam, and the herdsman he could not find was furious and planted the seeds of the Golden Demon Tree.

And in the cave.

The shivering father wrote the last letter of his life on parchment paper with a feather pen:

‘Martha on, I may not be long before the world, if I die...’

Antitina covered her mouth.

She still remembers the day.

In the tiny, dim room, the sound of a knock on the door was resolute, and when she saw the young man's face through the door stitches, fate changed.

But she clearly remembered how Brando had handed that letter to her.

The words in that letter were so clear in my memory, as they were yesterday ——

Big, big teardrops, rolling down the girl's cheek into the dust.

In many parts of Warnde.

People stopped and watched this moment silently.

They saw Viscount Nai use his last strength to pick up that gray piece of stone and put it on parchment paper. He seemed to want to write something down, but the light of life was fading in his blue-grey eyes, and the feather pen finally slipped out of his hand and rolled into the rubble.

That was the end of a hero.

In the Ten Cities, many people bent over to this curtain, and while they could not truly understand what the man guarded, the brave were always worthy of respect wherever they were.

Veronica slowly retracted her gaze and looked at Mayfist around her.

“I've seen this man's daughter,” replied Grey Sword Saint, "she's brilliant and didn't disappoint her father. ”

“I know her. ”

Veronica replied softly.

Mayfister turned around and looked somewhat puzzled at the female Legion Leader.

“Do you remember the past?” Veronica asks, "The days when we learned swordsmanship together, we were young. ”

Mayfister couldn't help but be silent.

Does he remember the good times of the past?

Of course.

……

The illusion is still changing...

In the dark palace, the great emperor entered the moment of remembrance.

Gilt, the ancient hero of mankind, looked at his knights beside his bed - suddenly he remembered the most glorious moments of his life, but more of the responsibility of the heavens.

But at the end of his life, what emerges deep in his memory remains that unforgettable scene.

He doesn't know how long he hasn't dreamed of it in his dreams...

The underground temple that changed their lives.

Darkness.

Four wise men looked at the stone walls of the temple, and on those tall stone walls, they painted all kinds of patterns in a peculiar pattern.

The light of the torch swayed.

Reflecting a huge altar, on an obsidian platform, sleeping a human baby girl in crystalline amber.

“Looks like Odin is telling the truth," Ellanta stares at the patterns on those stone walls, "which is the language of the gods, the Language of Heaven and Green - the gun did not kill the Dragon of Dusk, and the Seventh War may soon be upon us. ”

“Aren't we wrong?” Fernzan said aloud: "We overthrew the Minor rule, so what are we going to use against the Dragon of Dusk now? ”

“Shut up, Fernzan," a young man with blonde hair, with a brilliant glimmer of wisdom in his blue eyes, Odyssey the Sword gleaming in his hands; he said to all his companions, "The Minors have decayed, their nobles are submerged in the glory of the past, and what can Odin alone change? He chose us because he was reluctant to watch the hope of the world die a little slowly, and now that we have inherited that fate, we must continue courageously. ”

“I support Gilt,” said the young Saint Osor, not yet as mature and old as he was, with a simple and firm colour on the elf girl's face: "Sister Ellanta, do you see anything from above? ”

The wise man of the earth nodded back: "Gilt is right, we still have a chance. ”

Though that opportunity was so vain.

The old man trembled and lifted his fingers, pointing at the man he trusted most, the former proud young man, the head of the Horseman of the Flames, who is also old. Time is so callous and heartless that it was the king who created an empire that no word can be uttered today.

But from his trembling movements, the old knight had understood everything.

That has been a tacit compact for two centuries and no longer needs to be repeated in language.

He nodded solemnly.

On that day, Miss Lauro came to the depths of the Death Frost Forest, and a crystal stag witnessed a spectacular night sky, a falling meteor.

A hundred and thirty years after that, a nation called Eruin was founded.

……

In the green valley.

After a great battle, the knights celebrated their hard-won victory.

But their king, the first King Acme, left the sight of all alone. He came to the quiet lake, and the other person was waiting quietly for him on the rock by the lake.

First Jun Acme looked at his most trusted knight.

“Have you made up your mind, Walter,” he said. “From now on, you will lose your identity, your glory, even your life, and you will probably be the most hated thing of your life, tying your destiny to this sword forever, without peace. ”

“Until one day, when people don't deserve this sword after me, it will come here and wait quietly for its true owner. ”

The knight stood silently.

There is no room for answers.

But he's kneeling on one knee.

……

The amber crystal above the altar broke apart and Princess Constance looked stunned at the baby girl in her hand.

“Darius, I...”

A serious man shook his head: “Don't worry about this. Let's see what's written on the stone wall first. ”

A woman by the name of Gwendolyn looked at the two and said, “It's Finnook, the language of the Gods, and I happen to know the language knowledge of these witches in a book. ”

“What about the content? ”

“The dragon of dusk is about to awaken, but there is still hope for mortals. ”

“The Dragon of Dusk?” Darius turns around: “So what we just saw in the visions is true? ”

“My lord, the monsters we met out there, called the clusters," Gwendolyn replied, "you see their power, but it's only the tiniest end of the clusters. They are merely monsters formed on the basis of the Vaughn protozoa, and the true cluster, not to mention the Crystals themselves, is just one of the twilight species. ”

“So if the dragon of dusk is not dead at the hands of the Tianqing knight, then the return of the earth is only a matter of necessity. Its teeth are all over the chaotic world, and once they enter our world, they are enough to destroy everything. ”

“So, in that case, where is the hope of mortals? ”

Gwendolyn smiled.

“Maybe here, maybe in Eruin--”

……

It's also that sunny afternoon ——

The middle-aged Viscount Borg-Nathan smiled at his visiting companion and said: "I have made it clear that the only hope Lord Martha has left for our world is to sleep in Eruin. ”

At this time, Viscount Nai Song, as if he still had no idea of his future fate.

The knight looks at his companion.

“Do you remember that prophecy we saw in Arkash, Pamid? ”

The knight nodded.

Sword of Destiny -

Viscount Nai Pine clenched his fists and revealed an exciting divine colour:

“Pamid, that is the throne of the end...”

“And the crystals that the pastoralists have been looking for are the final guide to that hope, divided into five parts, essentially a beacon - the guidance Lord Martha gave us! ”

“Pamid, we must not let the hope of the world fall on those people! ”

It was an ancient prophecy.

engraved on a pale verse -

XVI: THETOWER

The lost moon took light--

XX: JUDGEMENT

Light lost.

XVII: THESTAR

The silver generation was lost on the earth and moved forward in darkness and obscurity.

VIII: STRENGTH

A coincidence between an emperor and a fool.

IX: THEHERMIT

Rusty hair is being reset.

XXI: THEWORLD

The sword that changes destiny.

Amber ——

……