The Amber Sword

Martha held Antina in her arms softly, softly caressing her back with her hands and comforting her child.

Antitina finally realized something and looked at Martha in tears: “Are you… Lord Martha? ”

Martha nodded softly.

“... are you back?” The girl raised her head, her face still raining with pear blossoms, and her tone of desperate hope: “Will you help us against the dragon of dusk? ”

Martha shook her head with a smile, and she gently dried Antina's tears: "My child, you do not need anyone's help. The steadfast will and confidence of mortals is your most powerful weapon - and I, have given you the power, and the rest, you need your own hands to open up a vast future. ”

Antitina looked at her indissolubly but saw Martha gently on her right hand. Starting from her fingertips, the goddess slowed down to countless scattered petals of light, and Antitina saw an ancient throne in the glow of the birth of a supernova.

On the throne, a holy sword fell asleep quietly.

Soft sounds echo across the Vaughn sky.

“Kids--”

“Don't give up hope! ”

At that moment, the whole world almost stopped breathing.

Everyone looked at the glorious sword in the sky.

Among the fairy walking palaces in the deciduous forests of the White Mountains, the bells rang and the fairy guards opened the doors of the conference hall. The Pokémon led the way and one of them extended his hand to his opponent: "Thank you very much, my name is Merriam, and I am the Principal Wizard of the Pokémon. ”

The white blooded nobleman smiled gracefully with the hands of the elves: "Although both you and our names may be buried in the long river of history at this moment, history will always remember this day, and I believe it is significant enough to rewrite our future. ”

Merliah smiled, “Anyway, welcome back. ”

“Back where? ”

Merliah smiled and did not answer, but the dark nobleman of Madara stopped asking, as if they were both silent.

The two envoys nodded to each other and slowly stepped out of the palace, stopping and looking up at the glorious sword in the sky, all of whom had not spoken for a long time.

South of Eruin.

There was a gust of wind in the Arather Forest, and the forest sand sounded, and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads. The Bernichel River sparkles in the distance, passing quietly over the land south of Lantoniland.

As inertial action gravitational throwers squeaked, throwing the last round of rock in a high parabolic line into the walls of Bernichel in the distance, after the magical flash came a burst of building collapse in the city.

The cults had given up their resistance, and a fat dragon had sprayed flames on the broken walls of the city, dispelling those who had collapsed.

It stopped on the battlefield.

Everyone looks at the sky...

Haruze held Mikaya's small hand and looked at the magnificent mountain peak in the blue sky, the glorious sword, and his heart was in turmoil for a long time.

Miss Antittina's father was also a hero, and his insubordination left a last glimmer of hope for all, making him worthy of the title of knight. There have always been many such heroes in the history of mankind, and Haruze has had to think of his teacher, who can always see a strong backdrop, a firm belief, an ideal that never fades, in the glorious light of the sword. Isn't that what the teacher says and does?

The birth of Eluin was so glorious, and could he afford the gift of a teacher?

The little prince bit his lips, silently speaking.

The two were surrounded by the expressionless Grand Duke of Lantoniland, the Duke who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, as if he were ten years old. With his only granddaughter in his arms - the only blood left to him by his son and daughter-in-law - he stared at the sky for a long time without a word.

The cults massacred Bernichel's inhabitants.

This also filled their own graves with a final pile of dirt.

Bernichel has no prisoners.

This is the order of the Duke.

From that day on, Rantoniland will also begin a major cleansing of all dissidents.

Haruze understood that innocent people would surely die under this order, but he did not speak, civilization sometimes needed iron blood, and the decay of Eluin had reached the point of deep bone visibility. As a king, he must learn to shoulder his responsibilities, the crowned man is ineligible to cherish feathers, a country must move forward and someone must stigmatize it.

Haruze is aware, but if someone has to pay the price for all the mistakes.

It's not the Eluites, it's the Dragon of Dusk.

He held his fist tight.

Behind him, Medusa Les Mecca was similarly struck by the sight in the sky, and she deeply reflected the sword in her reptile prisms, her eyes flashing with hesitation and determination: “… it really exists, everything is true…”

Her friend, the sexy dark elf, grabbed her best friend's arm and looked at her worried: "Les Mecca? ”

Kaya's move shook Haruze forward.

When the little prince turned around and saw Les Mecca's abnormality, he had to be surprised. He thought Les Mecca was worried about his own affairs and said hastily: "Sister Les Mecca, don't worry, no one can blame anyone for what was not thought of in this attack. Besides, I'm fine now. ”

But he didn't realize that the voice had just fallen, and Les Mecca grabbed him with a backhand, and his hands were so strong that he almost screamed. The physical subconscious reaction entailed a black magic resistance, but Haruseson stopped this impulse because he saw Ms. Medusa's eyes - clear and clear, with no intention of harming him at all.

“Miss Les Mecca, are you…?” He whispered in a whisper.

Mikaya also turned around and looked at the scene with great interest. She asked the little prince with her eyes to help, but Haruze shook her head.

Les Mecca lowered her head with a few serious colours on her face. Looking at the color of his best friend, Kaya the Dark Pokémon seemed to realize something and asked quickly, "Les Mecca, are you ready? ”

Medusa turned around and nodded: “Kaya, we've lost our homes. Do you want to go through that drifting feeling again? We came to the world on the ground in search of hope, and now it's the last moment, and we have to make up our minds. ”

Kaya opened her mouth and stopped talking.

“Kaya, do you believe me?” Les Mecca saw her divine color and asked.

“I don't believe it. Who else can you trust, Les Mecca? Without you, without me at this moment, I've always treated you like a sister," Kaya couldn't help but say, "When I gave it to you, I trusted you to make the right decision, I--”

Les Mecca interrupted her: "Thank you, Kaya, but it's time to be alone. ”

Kaya nodded at Medusa with a sophisticated glance over the sky.

Haruze looked at the two with some surprise.

“Miss Les Mecca, you...”

Les Mecca pressed her fingers against his lips, stopping behind him: "Haruze, my little prince, would you like to hear our story? ”

Haruze revealed a dazzling glance, and of course he understood that Les Mecca and Kaya were strange, but because of Ambethel's affection, he had never come up with the idea of questioning Ms. Medusa. And it was because of his trust that Les Mecca came up with the idea of staying in this human kingdom.

She looked gently at the little prince: "Kaya, she is an oath keeper clan. ”

……

General von Norma retracted his sight from the sky and looked silently at what was happening in front of him.

Outside the city of Ariel, two floods of black, white and white converge on the plains of Corcova.

Dwarf King California stared at the snow-white formation in the distance in a black flood of Dwarf heavy cavalry and muttered to herself: “They're here too...”

Ariel's White Lion Legion is making its final counter-attack, and the human knights are putting out their final battle formation, and a purple crystal ocean is pouring from the front - but humans are shocked to see their old enemies, the Lions of Tokenin moving their armies from side to side, and then parking in parallel with them...

The intentions of the Toquinins are implicitly felt on the human side, but they remain uncertain.

By order, the knight of the summons placed the flag of the inquiry, a golden swallowtail flag--

Are you an ally?

The lion hesitated for a moment and then raised a holy white flag above which seven holy emblems floated.

Respond with a sacred oath.

General von Norma stood on the remnants of the city wall and saw the scene, with a sword in his hand falling on the ground.

Woo--

The horn rang.

The army of the dwarves had been slaughtered out, and humans and lions were not hesitating - the knights had begun to accelerate and a roar had struck above the Corcova plains. The troika collided head-on into the sea of crystals, like three hot knives cutting butter, the first of which was the Dwarf heavy cavalry, each of which was a moving fortress, not to mention lined up in a row, and they immediately caught a tide in the purple ocean.

Delphirie followed the Dwarves' regiment closely under the careful protection of Bresson and Manrique and the knights.

“Miss Oathkeeper,” dwarf King California knocked on a hammer and flew off a cluster, leaving some leeway to turn around and say to Dilfrey among the knights: “Have you thought about where you're going to send the sword after the battle triumphs here? ”

Delphirie looked at the dwarf king and her eyes fell on the white flag, holding the long box tighter in her hand.

But she had flashed a figure in her heart and nodded seriously.

The sun from the Balta Plateau brings the warmth of winter -

When Adams, a junior knight belonging to the Fifth Corps of the White Lion Army, woke up feeling a bump and was being carried on his back by a man.

His mind was ragged back with memories of the coma before - monsters pouring over the ruins of Ariel like the tide against his column, and General von Norma ordered that the street be guarded, with fewer and fewer of his own companions in battle until he was the last.

In the face of the monster in question, all he had left was the determination to fight.

Shouldn't you be dead?

Adams tried hard to raise his head and see who saved himself - did General von Norma's strategy work? Has the White Lions reclaimed the street? Did they get the final victory? Is Ariel City still alive? How many were killed or injured?

But he was blindfolded with long, snow-white bristles.

The lion turned around and looked at the human being on his shoulder, with a narrow scar on his face, green eyes, as if embedded in the middle of the scar.

Toquinin Lion.

Adams is very familiar with one of these White Lion Legion opponents, and every winter there have been several confrontations between humans and Lions. Such hatred lasted hundreds of years and was deeply engraved in the bones of every White Lion Corps officer, as was the case with the Lions of Tokenin.

But why are they here, saving themselves -- their enemies?

“... you saved me? ”

“Raise your hand," replied the lion with no concern, walking forward through the long ruined streets: "You can remember my name, my name is Shell, and I'm sure I'll be the greatest hero in the future. ”

Adams couldn't help but look back at the guy who blew the atmosphere, but saw the other guy's eyes staring firmly at the distant side of the sky, and his eyes reflected a brilliant glow deep inside.

There, there's a sword...

……

“Don't be too proud, Martha.” Roman stood on a hill outside the fort, smiling and watching it all.

Hundreds of miles away, the head of the female mercenary group suddenly moved his eyelids and shocked everyone.

“Somebody, Miss Utah, she's awake! ”

A panicked voice.

And in the same panic, far south of Warnde, in the desert country of Rubik, the tomb keepers dressed in grey robes are running in groups towards the center of the temple, each with a serene divine colour on his face and the bells ringing over the city.

Adenie stood behind Naquel, some incredibly watching the temple slowly open the front door.

This has not happened in a thousand years.

The elder, accompanied by twelve tomb guards, came to the two with a blue sword in his hand.

“So... is that the sword of wisdom?” Adenie asked stubbornly.

That Quill nodded.

The Ring of the World--

The Great Druid of the Ring of Skies pushes through the windows and the wind comes to the fore - even in harsh winters, the winds of the circulating world can bring back the smell of summer. A green leaf flew into the window and landed in his hand.

Big Druid yang had a sparse eyebrow and had to smile bitterly on his face: “Little guy has given us a problem. ”

“My lord? ”

“Go on, let me see if it's that guy. ”

He turned around.

Outside the window, the view of El Lanta is picturesque.

……

“… have the Bukas remembered their glory and promise since the Silver Age? As the guardian of the Truth Parliament, the guardian of the knowledge of the Great Library, the descendants of the wise forefathers, the Bukas flowing with the blood of silver, are they pursuing strength or wisdom? Is it the truth of the law or the verdict of destruction engraved above the cloudy White Spire? Is the auspiciousness of the universe that you have sought in your near infinite lives merely for the weak ravages and tramples, or for the insistence of truth? ”

“… I believe that the Bukas are wise, because no matter how they weigh their pros and cons, how they lose or lose their trade-offs, it is always knowledge and truth, not power and power that can make the people of silver more glorious; I believe that the wise have a long-term vision to break through the mists and see a real future that belongs to the Silver City State; I believe in civilization, not barbarity, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually prevail over greed, and I believe in the people of the clouds, to be able to make a decision that they will never regret…”

“Because I believe that we still have a brilliant future. And that's all I'm saying--”

Karenick--

In the temple of the clouds, a white robe holy Russ' prime minister, Thousands of gold, gently threw away the speech in his hand, raised his head and looked at the thousands of silver folk above the rounded staircase hall.

Raven is silent.

Solomon's eyebrows stood beside Delphine and his eyes were calm. He looked up at his colleagues, burning a flame of wisdom and hollow eyes, and seemed very calm: "Vote. ”

Thousands of hands raised, no objections, no abstentions.

The fairy, Ms. Tania, stood on the shoulder of the phoenix fire, and her silver eyes looked shocked at the somewhat calm, somewhat proud human girl.

Then a stormy applause swept the field.

The year of the sword, the first day of the winter qin month.

When the Buga declared their break-up with the Sassadors, the Wizard War had just begun and was nearing its end -

……

When Antittina woke up, she had already felt that warm and familiar embrace.

She looked up weakly, looking at the familiar face —— and Miss Freya, with some complexity, struggled for a moment, but did not break Brando's arms.

Her face turned a little red: "Lord... what happened to me and me? ”

Brando looked at the silver pattern on the right hand of his maid of staff and replied word for word:

“You saved everything, Antina. ”

……