The Amber Sword

Manctore, a small, unsightly place in the wilderness of the Four Realms, is itself a beautiful wilderness filled with dinosaurs and golden flowers, but there is neither smoke nor important trade routes. The wilderness stretches over an unknown land, and occasionally travelers passing through it find the wild sky and clouds wide, and there is always a lonely white stone tablet standing on the horizon in view.

And that is the tablet of Holy White.

A history well known to the world has fulfilled its reputation. More than a thousand years ago, Gilt, the King of the Four Saints of Hymnitis, Saint Osor of the Wind, Saint Fernzan and Ellanta, the wise man of the earth, led their people here to make a sacred covenant with the Silver Elves, the Bukas, the Dwarves of the Chongshan Mountains, the Hazers, the Lions and the dragons - they engraved their oaths on the tablets and, after that, in a hundred years of war, the Dark Rule of the Minors was finally brought to an end.

While the Dwarves of the Mountains, the Lions and the Hazers withdrew from the covenant before and after, it did not undermine the glory of the sacred oath itself. It is even compared to the vows of the people of order in the epic epic of the heavens against dusk, a covenant that not only made the people of black iron dominate the world, but, more importantly, promised hundreds of years of peace thereafter.

Although the covenant itself has faded somewhat to this day, people have gradually failed to remember the brilliance and integrity of their forefathers. But at least not completely forgotten what it used to be, and when the Dragon of Dusk was once again the enemy of every orderly people in the world, they remembered once again the stone tablet that stood alone in the wilderness.

Since April of the Year of the Rain Swallow, successive missions have come here from all over the world.

The first to arrive was the Krutz, whose mission, with the exception of the two commanders who had to stay at Fort Babel, included Grand Holy See Walla, Chancellor Nederweyn, and the Dukes of Mehotofen and Ludwig - so vast that some of the lines were too large that the countries beside them were somewhat confused.

But given that Gilt, the king of flames, was the last leader of the sacred oath, the actions of the Cruz were not incomprehensible.

And finally, the wind elves of St. Osor, who sent a line almost equal to that of the Cruz, were among the real Crown Prince of Wind elves, the hunter's brothers, in addition to their regent, Lord Loringdale, who accompanied them.

Together with the Finn Zeniths, the Holy Light Knights and the Supreme Trial Knights travelled south into the Four Kingdoms, in addition to the first Finn Zeniths Knights sent south to support the Kruz, and Greyhews, the Knights, more importantly, escorted a special mission into St. Osor's territory, in addition to participating in the war against dusk.

And with regard to the things escorted by the Finn Zans, the sacraments were kept secret even by the head of the Knights of Finn Zans at Fort Babel.

With the exception of the descendants of the three wise men, Madala's spiritual envoys are considered light carriers. There is hardly any particularly important escort except for a Dark Knights regiment, but the head of the mission dares not to make anyone small - for the founder of the Dark Empire, the Supreme Sovereign of the Dead will personally lead the way.

Following the arrival of the Cruz, St. Osor, Fanzan and Maddala, representatives of countries and organizations of all sizes and sizes from around the world arrived. By June, this formerly unknown little wilderness had a completely different landscape, overlooking Manctore from the sky - a completely white ocean, with the exception of the central white stone tablet - the camp, the tent and the flying flag.

And a month later, one morning in the month of flames, Dwarf King California and his army of Dwarves appeared on the horizon, in the sight of the people; three days later, the White Lions of the Eruins arrived, and since then, the forces of order have gathered together.

The air seems to have hidden the scent of summer.

Summer breezes from the White Mountains swept the grasslands, huge chunks of golden flowers lowered their heads, the waves of grass seemed to be deep and shallow in the distance, the air was filled with sweet, wild bees danced, which was the most flowering season.

Brando stood between the grass fields and stared quietly at the holy white stone tablet on the sky. The lonely boulder had not weathered for a thousand years. It was legendary that the vows of the four wise men and the kings of the mainland had been engraved on the boulder.

The sky draped a faint light, enclosed within thousands of meters of the center of the stone tablet, as if it were a miracle. Even without coming close, Brando could feel the sacred breath, a promise similar to that made in the poem of the heavens, witnessed by Tiamat's Codex, and the laws that lay in this wilderness responded to the sacred covenant of the Upper Ancient Kings, preserving its integrity.

He had no doubt that anyone who approached the tablet in disbelief would be ostracized by the power of the law and even lead to attacks by the ancient spirits, which was why it had been preserved for thousands of years.

This is actually the legacy of a saint.

He turned around and the duel between Metissa and Medfis and Andrig continued not far away, although the latter two had clearly fallen into the wind. Brando could see that Medface and Andrig were very sharp, but the Pure White Fast Attack of the Silver Elf Little Princess was even scarier, raising the alarm that a small batch of Episcopal knights kept Andrig busy and unable to summon the Vampire Count, and the Light Wing Guard was even more obsessed with absorbing a lot of power, even if occasionally torn by Medface, but even more difficult than before their masters fell under the cover of the Junction Holy White Barrier.

From the beginning, the battle fell into bitter battle, and Metisa was more like a dignified, meticulous commander, than a brigade magician, transferring her own Order of Knights. When the derivative she summoned stabilized the scene, a variety of junctions and BUFF spells fell on this army, making it even harder for Medfis and Andrig to fight.

This decaying scene reminds Brando of the Grail Knight in The Sword of Amber, the Knight of Herlitz, who is weaker in frontal battle than a warrior or even a judge in the sacred system, but once the Grail Knight has been given enough time and resources, this upper knight will be incomparable. More importantly, the Grail Knight is the most elite team leader, and the battlefield where he truly plays his power should be the Battle of the Legion or even the Guild, and the name of the strongest knight is by no means a disgrace.

Brando himself is a fighter, but he likes to fight this knight team the most, unfortunately the number of Grail knights in Amber Sword is very small, first because his knight doctrine is too harsh for the player and, more importantly, the ability to fight alone in this profession is too weak.

Metisa's performance brightened his eyes slightly, and it had to be said that Metisa's set of cards called "Holy Offensive" was even more powerful than the Holy Grail Knight, because it was an army in itself, and the Silver Elf Princess herself was a brilliant commander, and the combined power of the two had multiplied.

It can be said that the ‘Hidden Spirit of Light' set of cards between Medfis and Andrig is not in a sense inferior to the 'sacred offense' - the advantage of this set of cards is that it is won through a black and white circle and a blood-sucking way, the offense is strange and deadly, like an indestructible shadow, but it is not only viable, supported by a life-sucking junction, but more like a cursed black wizard - but unfortunately, the experience of the two is too far apart for Metissa to be on a level of tactics, when the latter summons the legendary archangel - to say that the victory has been decided after dawning the consul Orema.

When the last two banned vampire lords were extinguished under Metisa's long gun, Medfis finally shook his head with a bitter smile, lifted the line, a layer of grey white light in the air broke apart, and the vampires disappeared into bats.

“Lord, Miss Metisa is amazing...” Vampires don't have blood circulation, they don't sweat, but Medfis still maintains some lifelong habits, his subconscious breath makes him look more like a weak little girl: “We're not her opponents. ”

Andrig also walked over with a face, and his already pale face was even worse than the clouds.

Although it has been a long time, Brando at least knew the temper of his young lady and hurried to console her: “Indeed, your team of cards is better suited to fight alone. For the more powerful opponents, the attack power of the divine offense appears to be somewhat inadequate, compared to the dark capture of souls, it is much better to use. ”

The vampire princess glanced at him unexpectedly and gave him an ‘just so you know' look.

Brando had to be thankful for Zero.

Medfis stood beside him with a smile and didn't care much about winning or losing, as if being around Lord was enough to make him happy.

Metissa also came down from the field at this time, holding her long hair with her hands, her white forehead with bright crystalline sweat, while putting the spear aside, raising her head to give her lord an extremely gentle smile: “Lord, how about that? ”

Brando was stunned - Metisa and Chipamila returned to Warnde with the Seven-Pole Dragon King Fusia, who reportedly went to Eruin first and flew out of the sky before returning to the Four Realms. The three actually left Eruin more than the White Lion Corps, but because of Fusia's strength, they made it to Manctore one step ahead of King California the Dwarf.

But none of this is critical, and what's a little distracting to Brando is that this little Silver Elf princess has changed so much since she came back from the Trial Ground. The little princess, who used to be a bit naive, has now fully bloomed - like a floral lily, perfect figure, pure and flawless with that snow-white knight outfit, plus a long silver hair perpendicular to the waist like a waterfall, has gradually developed the charm of a young girl's life.

This unparalleled beauty kept Brando from watching for a moment, until the cough of the lady bureaucrat came from behind, and Brando came back to God and answered with some embarrassment: "Fine, after all, you have some ground cards in your own group, and if it's just one or two fights, you can survive. But the ‘newborn silence' is too inefficient to convert life, and if it's a tough fight, I'm afraid you'll have to prepare some more holy water in advance. ”

With Brando's faintness, the little elf princess's eyes were somewhat narrow, but there was a hint of delight. She seemed to have something to say to the lady behind Brando and walked aside.

Antitina nodded to her: "The priests of the Temple of Fire are already in a hurry to make more holy water, but in order to cope with this war, the holy water will not be made too high. After all, the high specification of holy water is too costly, it may return a small amount of high-end combat power to some orderly parties, Lord, but don't expect too much. ”

Antitina arrived with the White Lions three days ago. Although Brando is no longer Earl of Tonigal, many understand that a significant portion of the Tonigal people are loyal to him only, not to mention that Princess Griffin and Haruze have so far retained an honorary Speaker of Parliament for him.

But even so, in fact, in order to avoid suspicion, Antina herself gradually faded away from people's horizons. On the one hand, she didn't care much, and on the other hand, she just had more time to carry out her own interests and research.

It's just that in front of Brando, she was always that well-organized lady of staff.

Brando looked at Antitina with some guilt, and he actually understood that His Royal Highness the Princess of Sifah had his own political ambitions, but she gave up so much for him that he could not repay them in any event.

Fortunately, he finally understood a point. Something is like a tangle, and not necessarily a bad thing, like love, friendship and love.

He nodded silently and understood that what his staff lady had said was indeed a problem, and one truth in the world was that - one day more money would always be spent, in fact, the ‘legacy’ obtained from the High Priest Amman had become less and less useful over time. Although there is still some, it is all low-end holy water of little use to him. Before leaving Eruin, he left it all for Princess Griffin and the White Lion Legion. In fact, only a few bottles of high-end holy water remain on his body.

“Is there a solution?” Brando asked subconsciously, but then stunned, realizing that he was no longer the Count.

Antitina did not care, and very naturally replied: “In fact, it is the Church that is really good at making holy water, the priests of Finn Zan are much more professional in this regard than the Temple of Fire, and Druids, who are also masters of pharmacology, depending on the Lord's relationship with them. ”

Druid said that Brando thought that he had been informed that Fania would soon arrive in Manctore, and that today the little girl he had saved was already the goddess of the forest, the most likely candidate for the next ring of the sky, the Great Druid, with the prophet, and that she was heavily weighed and had a say in the ring of the world.

And even if we set aside this factor, in fact, our reputation in the circle of the world was still relatively high because of the battle of the rings of the winds.

As for the Finns, this makes Brando a little strange.

As a matter of fact, the Finn Zeniths have approached him more than once since these days, and his attitude towards him is strange, although he was a member of the Greyhews Knights in The Sword of Amber, but that has nothing to do with the world. But the chief of the Knights of Judgment was very close to him, which always made him feel a little strange.

The Finns seem to know something.

But they didn't say anything, and Brando wouldn't easily mention it. He looked up at the sky and the time was almost up, and it was agreed that the true meeting of the Holy Alliance should be officially held today.

“Go back to camp.” He said.

But this is when a voice comes from afar: "Brando! ”

Brando turned back stunned, some surprised to recognize the one who came along - Faina, the Duke of Mehotofen. But today's Faina, Brando was slightly unrecognizable.

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