The Amber Sword

The purple ocean is disappearing from the valley.

The preacher looked in that direction, looking at it with dismay, and after a while he turned back and said in an unbelievable tone: “They… they are retreating from the first line of defense, Your Highness. ”

Veronica watched the scene calmly.

In the valley, Faina lifted her helmet up, shaking her long golden hair, full of hot sweat. She threw her helmet away far away, then raised her knight's sword with the blade in her hand and shouted hysterically to the distance:

“We won!” Tears can't help but snap out of the orbit.

And by her side, the knights were already thundering.

Everyone is cheering.

Magdalene stood silently next to her grandfather, and St. Blanc the White Wolf sword pressed a sharp rock in his hand and looked down at the scene. The breeze swept through the Arkash Valley like a gentle hand touching a bare rock, filled with fractured flags, debris and flowing blood.

It was a terrible victory.

In the air, on countless floating ships, the Hazers, together with the Krutz, watched the scene - the first time in three months that the cluster had retreated.

Its meaning is self-evident.

This is the beginning of the Year of the Rain Swallow, and the dramatic changes that people have experienced over the past six months have been far more intense than at any moment in history. Civil unrest in the Cruz Empire, the fall of the Black Moon, the coming of magical tides, the resurgence of dusk, the scourge of White Mountain, the chaos of Eruin, the beginning and the end of the wizard war--

Ultimately, however, Vaughn emerged from a series of complex events and, against the backdrop of the end of the Wizard War, St. Osor and Madara finally moved to union under the public bow of the Buga people. As if one could not see five fingers in the pitch of darkness, one could finally see a dawn.

That's probably the past of the darkest moments before dawn.

The combined fleet of Hazers and Krutz crossed the majority of the Plains of St. White, and at the end of the meeting a perfect ending was written. In the winter month of the Year of the Sword, the Bahamas fell outside the city of Candebell, while the queenin lions who rejoined the sacred covenant abandoned their previous suspicions and helped their former enemy, the Eruins, to calm the rebellion during the war in Korkova.

After the collapse of the Salad Alliance, the coalition of the Nine Phoenix and the Buga began clearing the Great Plains of the East of the remnants of the Dusk Dragon - the adulterous desert half-man. And once the fighting on the eastern front is over, it is foreseeable that the re-establishment of the sacred covenant is near.

The Silver Bay sent a second coalition, and the Undead had just arrived in the area of Isolin under the command of their Emperor, while the two Legions of Elves had walked in front of them and entered the valley area of the Solan Forest - the Four Realms' Wilderness is already ahead.

But two weeks after the arrival of the Allied Coalition Forces of Silver Bay, led by the White Wolf Sword of Saint Blanc and Princess Magdalene, two weeks later the Allied Human Forces regained the first line of defense of Fort Babel.

After this battle, the Dragon of Dusk finally began to subdue its power - perhaps after the Sassards' plot had been thwarted, the chaotic monarch had grown tired of wasting his strength in one place over and over again.

But the fist was retracted just for the next heavier swing.

In many regions - particularly in Silver Bay - this miraculous victory is being celebrated. However, for more human and elf executives, it is increasingly clear that this is the case.

Obviously, the triumph of a battle is not the end of it, but, on the contrary, it could be the beginning of a long war, followed by a real bloodshed and a struggle, rather than a conspiracy and a trick.

Time nodes seem to be getting closer.

A new round of the Four Kingdoms Conference is already under preparation. This time, the Krutz chose the venue for Manktor, a place known as Holy White in the language of the Minors of the past - where a sacred covenant was made in the Battle of the Saints, the old site of the Holy White Conference in the middle of the Four Realms.

The potential implications of choosing such a place are in fact well known.

The Silver Bay states, the Hazers, the Finns, the Bukas, the Jiufeng and even the Elanta Wild Pokémon and the Druids of the Ring of Sky have all responded to the call of the Covenant, not to mention other nations and forces, big and small, and the four temples have once again come together, and a thousand years ago the scene was reproduced at this moment.

Far north of Eruin, the army of a dwarf is similarly crossing the snowy mountains, and their destination has long been determined.

In the valley of the kings of Balta--

The week-long wind and snow has stopped on this plateau, which will be the last heavy snow of the winter, and mountains and forests are already preparing for the upcoming vibrant season under heavy snow cover.

Everything is only waiting for the ice and snow to melt, and the spring of the Year of the Swallow will announce its return.

That will be the hope for the resurrection of everything.

It's just a snowy valley at the moment, but it's another sight. The knights of the Legion of the White Lions are lining up, looking up at their heads, a row of flags followed by restless, multi-headed snake lizards - the foot of these giant beasts, whose giant 'companions‘ are being appeased by the shooters of the Tree Elves.

Commander Finney walked around a neat queue of half-man horses, some bored to look over the sky, a silver fleet from Toniguer entering, a gleam of light; then there appeared a figure of the goddess of martial arts in the sky, and those heavenly horses that burned a grey white flame as they flew over the valley caused a thundering cry of cheer.

Right behind them are the Dragon Knights and the few vulture cavalry cavalry, the knights raising the flag of Eluin and the silver flag hunting in the wind, once the atmosphere in the valley reached its climax.

From time to time, the cheers shook down the snow and crushed ice on the far end of the tree, falling into the stream below, floating on the surface of the water and disappearing in the distance with a spiral. At the end of the stream, it will be the warm south of the kingdom, where spring is long overdue.

But above the temple in the middle of the valley, suddenly a few figures appeared.

One of them, a small man, was shadowed as if he had gathered the hearts and minds of the whole kingdom.

The valley suddenly calmed down.

Just a quiet breath left.

Everyone raised their heads and waited for their commander - their king.

Haruze whispered in the cold wind, slowly blinking his eyes and looking at the whole valley. He pulled his cape together, and the cotton cape was extremely inconsistent with his individual, and the long cape was dragged over the marble floor, a golden red color, and the cotton clusters were white as clouds.

He seemed a little too weak, almost unlike a king, more like a princess, a little thin and soft girl - but he was strong enough to remind people of Princess Fuchsia, who was equally brave.

The cape, like a silent covenant, bears upon the future heirs of this kingdom.

For the past 100 years, the King of Corcova has chosen to take his place in Winterclaw Castle. There, they will take from the bishops of the Temple of Fire the sceptre and crown symbolizing the king and become the true rulers of the land.

But today, there's something special about it.

The crowd slowly separated.

Haruze turned around and reflected her sister in her silver eyes, accompanied by Sir Ovewell, slowly walked up the stairs and stepped in front of herself. He saw the crown in his sister's hand, some dim silver crown, embedded with the sparkling gem.

That's the Goering Gem.

It was born in the hands of one hero and witnessed the birth of another. When people retrieve it from the ruins of the fortress, the glow on the stone does not diminish, as if nothing from the past could leave any trace on it.

The steadfastness and insubordination of this ancient kingdom also represent the unwavering courage of the Eruins.

Haruze raised his head, his silver eyes slightly moist, and he stared silently at his sister.

“Ready?” At this important moment, Griffin was a little distracted, and she held onto the crown and asked softly.

Haruze nodded earnestly.

A courtesan came up and handed the ruby scepter and the gold apple to him.

Haruzet raised his head slightly nervously, both symbols of kingship and power - Princess Griffin looked at him and said seriously: "From today on, you will inherit the will of King Eluin to become the new owner of this land… but it is not only the rule, it is more the responsibility, and the oath made by King Ecker under his sword is to protect this land. ”

“Haruze,” she asked again: "Are you ready to lead the kingdom forward? ”

Haruze is silent.

There was some regret in his heart that the person most important to him was not here on this important occasion. Instead of assuming this responsibility, he would rather have his teacher's approval, and in his mind, only that person is the eternal hero.

Where would you and your sister be without him?

But when I think of the teacher's desire for his divinity, Haruze's inner heart rearranged and nodded solemnly: "I'm ready, sister. ”

“Swear it. ”

“From this moment on, I will be king of the Eluites, but more courageous of the Eluites - I swear I will stand before everyone and guard this ancient kingdom forever until the end of my life. ”

Princess Griffin nodded and looked to the wolf jazz beside her.

Ovewell stepped forward and looked at Haruze and said, "You have a long life ahead of you, Your Majesty, but your vows will last forever. Remember, if one day you forget today's vows, not just the Lion Heart Sword will leave you, but every Eluyn will call you a traitor. ”

“I will never betray you, Sir Ovewell. ”

“I hope to see this day. ”

Ovewell raised the Lion's Heart Sword in his hand, and there were shallow cracks on the bright blade, but it was long ago more than a symbol of a sword - a power conferred on the king by the nobles and the people, who placed it on Haruze's shoulder, gently handed it over to the young king.

Then he laid down his sword and helped His Majesty into the sheath.

At that moment, a lady of staff in the crowd watched the scene quietly, and she felt a little sad, but full of comfort.

Sir Wolf, take a step back and let Princess Griffin come before her brother. Her Royal Highness lifted the crown in her hand and carefully placed it over Haruze's head. The little prince lowered his head slightly to bear the weight of the crown.

Griffin said slightly harshly: "Remember this moment, Haruze, this will be the last time you will bow your head; from this day on, you will be the king of this kingdom, and you will be a symbol of courage for all Eruites, and never let this ancient kingdom lose its backbone. ”

“I remember, sister. ”

The crown was gently put up.

Haruze also rose up at the same moment.

The raven was silent throughout the valley.

This is a scene of countless moments, of blood and tears, for the rebirth of this kingdom.

Three days ago, the Earl of Grey Mountain, the last enclosed nobleman of Eruin, voluntarily surrendered his power. and made his daughter, Ideni, a member of the House of Lords, a noble member of Parliament.

A month ago, the Grand Duke of Lantoniland, calmly and with his great-granddaughter, announced that he would henceforth take refuge and return his sealed land to the royal family.

The Grand Duke of Karasou was then also willing to go to the high-ranking official residence in Corcova at the invitation of the royal family. With the support of the Cadilloso family, the highland knights had before that fully reversed to the royal family and accepted the inclusion of the White Lion Regiment as a truly Eruin military force.

In the harsh winter of the Year of the Sword, all the nobles who participated in the rebellion received what they deserved. Nobles who participated in the reunification of all things or were infected with the Sassards have so far been hung from the gallows outside the city of Ambessar.

The provinces of Vieiro and Goran-Elson were directly withdrawn by the Crown and no longer sealed.

In the north, however, the rebels have long since vanished.

The final resistance of the Earl of Swampburg, who also surrendered under the attack of the Royal Fleet, will not be much easier to await the fate of these men than the nobles of the South who took part in the rebellion, perhaps deprived of their nobility, which is already the most benevolent treatment.

Behind this great light reversal is the greatest transformation in the history of this ancient kingdom, the first time that the whole kingdom has been completely integrated, rather than actually held in the hands of enclosed aristocrats large and small.

This is the birth of a central royal power, but it also bears witness to the covenant between the royal family and nobility, nobility and people, and in the future it will probably be a country belonging to all Eruins.

As Brando described in his letter.

A week ago, the hero of the Eruins, Lord of the Tonigars, knight of His Royal Highness, the legendary Earl of Tonigars, sent such a letter from a distant St. Osor.

In that letter, for the first time, he entrusted everything in Tonigal, including Valhalla, to his only student in Eruin in a written language.

The practice of the Count shocked everyone, but, apart from being incredible and shocked, it was more deeply admired.

Some people can save everything in a difficult situation.

These people are called heroes.

Others, however, were able to emerge from that glorious aura, and when the world was still indulged in illusory pride, his eyes had already glimpsed history and seen that established future through layers of mist.

Perhaps they should be called fools.

But in any case, the Eruins will remember such a name.

Just as they once remembered his grandfather.

As a result, history is no longer on track.

An ancient kingdom is turned into ashes in flames.

But another brand new Eruin has emerged, just like that brilliant crown.

“For Eluin! ”

“For Your Majesty! ”

“May the black pine evergreen,”

“May Eluin live forever. ”

“May faith shine like the beginning,“

“May the sword be as sharp as ever. “

His Majesty, the young king, with his scepter, turned around slowly. He dragged his long cape to the edge of the terrace, and his naive, silver eyes looked at all his subjects.

It's a boiling ocean.

He then raised his scepter high and pointed to the northern border of the kingdom.

Half a century after the Second Jihad, at this very moment, the armies of the Eruins have once again stepped out of the country, and their adversaries will no longer be compatriots - but will fight for the future of an orderly world.

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(PS: After today's chapter, we're going to start tomorrow with the final episode of Amber's book. Think a little bit emotional...)