The Amber Sword

“At present, the main offensive direction of the dusk species comes from the western part of Arkash, the south and the regions of Anzlova and Anzeluta, north of Nzan and east of Erlanta, and south of the Sea of the Dead Moon. Among them, the offensive forces of the Dusk Army in the west consist mainly of clusters, between or a small part of the Nightworm and the treacherous Dragon, which we can refer to as the Cluster Army, while the Dusk forces in the north, according to our observation subjects, are composed of the Enormous Nation, between or part of the Devil, which we can refer to as the Alliance of the Enormous Nation and the Devil. ”

The night was already deep and quiet, but the unfinished meetings continued in the tent during the day.

The light of the butter torch will shine a bright light in the huge tent, admired by the great leader of the Holy Light Knights of Fine Praisers, with pointy wooden sticks on the vast map that has been laid out. Soon, however, a middle-aged man dressed in a black army dress with dark hair and pale black eyes stood up to replace him, and the sparkling silver rose crest on his middle-aged chest represented the identity of his Madara soldier, who was the model of the Auguste, the black nobility, and later called the proud Madara Generation General of Black Roses.

At least in this day and age, the sparkling stars of Madara will overshadow any neighbouring country. One of the middle-class and superior officers was randomly drawn to be a prominent figure of future generations, not to mention a large number of future geniuses like Grita, Installon and Tagus who were still buried among the junior officers.

Looking at Tagus and Installon standing behind Auguste, Brando had some envy in his eyes, and that was the feeling of talent - by contrast, Eru, while everything was on the right track, after the breakdown of the King's Party, the people in this generation of aristocracy had an elephant of apoptosis, as if they were a little green and yellow.

Of course, he has no remorse in his heart - the birth of a genius tends to bring tremendous benefits to a kingdom, but if it is a genius whose hearts are misplaced, the harm it inflicts is equally heavy. Only those who share the same ideals and beliefs can be described as being available for Eluin. Fortunately, the older generation has withdrawn from history, and there will also be many future heroes among the younger generation of Eloin —— the goddess of martial arts, Haruze, Antitina, Chiara, Micaya, Brayson, Muko, Manrique, Loca, Caglis and Brayson, and even Sy, as well as Eko's daughter, Eloin's last hero in history, Elara.

When this generation of young Eruin grows up, it is certain that the kingdom will usher in a new situation, perhaps only twenty years, or even ten years, when a nascent empire will rise in Warndelam, as Malada did in this era.

And all it needs now is time.

But time, light as it may be, is already overwhelming to the world. Brando stood alone in the darkness outside the tent, staring silently at the stars above the wilderness, silent and remembering many memories of the past.

It's Butch, it's the mountains of Chablis, it's Cold Cedar Castle, it's the rings of the wind, it's even the dead frost forests and the cold rain of Sylman, maybe earlier, from the world of water wagon dragons and light freaks that left before the epoch.

He remembered many men, comrades, colleagues, friends, subordinates, even relatives and lovers, but at the end of it all, how many would remember him? He couldn't help but reach for the sky, how similar it was to the summer night of the year of flowers, and he seemed to want to put the sky in his hand so that everything could go back to the beginning.

But even if history were to repeat itself, could he have done better?

Brando asked himself, but found himself without much regret.

“Little Roman.” He whispered the name, touching his cheeks with his hands, and it was a little damp.

Time, that's probably exactly what he wants everyone to fight for--

Someone lifted the tent out and stood beside him.

“What are you thinking, Your Excellency the King of Fire?” The voice asked.

Brando turned around and found out that he was a stranger. Dark hair, dark eyes, pale face - this is typical of the Maddala black nobility, but the other is very young, and Brando hesitated for a moment to recognize it: "Grita. ”

“You know me?” Grita was a little surprised.

Brando laughed, he could never know anyone, but he would never know this Maddalene. Perhaps in his time, the title of military god used to describe Grita was somewhat untrue. After all, even in the first 30 years of the second century, this young man from a dark noble family in Sylma was only in his sixties.

Most of the dark nobles are actually human beings, and they are Maddalas, who are proud of their status, although they are often called descendants of exiles.

They were loyal to the Dragon of Darkness and never regretted it.

Undoubtedly, in the millennium following the glorious return, Gritta will be the master of this era; and no one in the history that preceded him - even Isdovelle, lord of Loringdale, the genius of the Spirit of Wind, and even Saint Darus, his grandfather's sword of earth - will be able to surpass him.

Because this is Gritta, and although Brando can no longer see it, he has no doubt that the name of this god will continue to suppress many generations after that, even as time moves backwards for centuries. The greatest tragedy of geniuses is living in a similar era with a more genius person.

Brando was a little happy to be able to surprise the future god after the Eruin and Madara ruled out hostile relations, and he smiled and replied: "You are a Madara and you should have heard of the prophecy of darkness. ”

Gritta seemed to remember something and glanced at her with amazement: “Is it true that the legend is true? Are you really the Dragon of Darkness? ”

Brando asked seriously: "Am I not now? Don't forget my relationship with Your Majesty the Emperor, I held a mercury wand. ”

Grittahaha laughed twice and started to regret that he shouldn't have snuck out alone - he thought the young king of flames was an interesting man, but now it does seem interesting, just a little too funny.

“… Your Majesty, don't make fun of me as a little man. ”

“Is this a joke to you?” Brando asked seriously.

Grittaton was silent, and the Maddalas, although they had their own emperor, had sworn allegiance to Odin and had never changed that oath. If Brando is truly a man of oath, then His Excellency the King of Fire is also his loyalty - to a greater degree than His Majesty the Emperor himself.

His face revealed hesitation, rumours that Count Tonigle was the dragon of darkness had actually begun to circulate a few years earlier, as evidenced by the witches' loyalty to him, and therefore even this future god of the army had to carefully consider its possibilities.

And of course, if it was decades later, he wouldn't be overlooked by a little joke like Brando's.

Brando looked at the face of the future military god and hesitated to struggle. The evil taste in his heart was greatly satisfied. He was self-aware that he could not defeat this generation of generals, both in his mind and in his military talents. Perhaps this would be the only time in his life that he had dominated in the face of Grita.

But this is the only time, enough to make him proud. After all, Gritta's title in the future is undefeated, and the only one who can make him eat, I'm afraid, is Her Majesty the Queen.

And now there's at least one more, and that's Tonigal hero, Brando.

Brando finally couldn't help but smile and pat Grita on the shoulder, feeling depressed, as if he figured something out, turned around and walked into the tent. Only Grita was left standing outside the tent in a dark pan, and if at this time he did not understand that His Excellency the King of Fire was opening his own business there, he would call himself that name.

Discussions in the tent have reached intense proportions--

The Finns promised to work with Wild Pokémon against the Allied Forces of Energies and Demons in the Great Glacier, and in fact they had built a strong line of defense in the outlying areas of the Great Glacier as early as the year of the sword. At this moment, this line of defense is under the responsibility of Her Royal Highness the Elf Queen's sister, Arkhaf, who, although fierce as the Devil's attack, is as resilient as the defense and promises not to allow the Dusk Dragon's claw teeth to continue south for a short time.

But Dwarf King California snorted at it, and this time he came to Manctore's side to escort the Holy Sword Missor, but more importantly, to bring a warning to all. In the Battle of the Saints, he abandoned his covenant and even led the lions to bear the shame for a thousand years, precisely because during that war the Dwarf clan was temporarily warned by the Temple of the Earth, and the long-suffering god of the Chongshan, Himilud, suddenly lowered his message, causing them to leave the battlefield of the Worlds immediately and go outside the boundaries of the Elements to participate in another war - the war to guard the sacred sites of the Dwarf clan, the Silver Plains.

The secret was unknown to the world at that time, and yet the consequences of this war in this era are well known.

Brando was the one who really brought the news of the war's failure.

When he returns from a state of stagnation, he will have Andrea and others spread the news of the Battle of Finhotos, a battle in which the unknown, the Pokémon and Madara joined forces to repel the forces of dusk, but which has been nothing more than a failed end to a war beyond the boundaries of elements for a millennium.

In this long war, the legions of the earth were killed and wounded, and they ended up in the material realm only in the form of spirits, and they ultimately failed to guard the boundaries of stagnation and elements. Although Brando brought back the last of the Goddess of War Guards, the Dragon of Dusk also revealed the real secret of stagnation.

Fortunately, all of this is just a trick that Odin and Martha worked together to set up for this chaotic Lord.

At least not let the final throne fall into the hands of dusk.

Shortly after the Battle of Finhotos, Dwarf King California also returned to the material realm, going through the entire battle, and his knowledge of the war was completely different from that of Brando. Brando sees only the final throne, but California sees clearly more.

“I must remind you," the dwarf king slammed his hammer on the table and said boldly and boldly to everyone: "Unlike many people's imaginations, the tide of magic is but a sign of the rise of the dragon of dusk, but as for the war itself, it began a thousand years ago. And now that the war around the boundaries of the elements is over - and the army that defeated the Earth and our Dusk Army, I regret to tell you that they are far more prepared for this war than you might imagine. ”

The Duke of Ludwig stood up, and today he came here as a Krutz military representative: "Your Majesty, do you mean that in the battle that preceded this, we saw only a fraction of the power of Twilight Claws? And its true power is still beyond the boundaries of the elements, and perhaps soon we will see it? ”

“I wish it were that simple,” California sneered. “How long has it been since Finhotus, in the southern part of the Sea of the Dead Moon, been walking from the boundaries of the elements to the physical world for six months? You must understand that the Dwarves also returned from that battlefield, and that there is no reason for the Dusk Army to go any slower than my Dwarf Army. ”

“Isn't it true that the main force of the Dragon of Dusk had returned to Warnd long before Arkash came to power? Why didn't they cooperate with the civil strife of the Sassards to wipe us out once and for all? You know that was the weakest time in the whole world of order, right?” Objections were raised.

“That is because there are not so many Dusk Armies in the front of the Krutz, and it is unlikely that the main force of the Dusk Army will reach Warnde, relying on those precarious transmission points in Krutz. But this does not mean that the Dusk Dragon has no choice but to say, when was the first time you fought the Dusk Seeds, apart from the Krutz, that the Madaras and the Finn Zan might say?” Dwarf King asked.

Auguste here changed his face at the same time as the Great Commander of the Holy Light Knights.

In fact, the Cluster Army in Krutz emerged only after the fall of the Black Moon, but even then, the Krutz have been defeated continuously, forming an immeasurable force in a short period of time.

Clusters that can emerge in southern Madara, not in the last year or two.

“Dwarf King, are you saying that the clusters south of the Sea of the Dead Moon may be far more than Madara has seen?” Auguste stood up and asked nervously.

Dwarf King continues to shake his head: "The Dusk Army of the South of the Sea of the Dead Moon is actually only prepared for the Battle of Finhotos, although it began decades ago with the Dusk Dragon. But that's not the real threat. I'm more worried about the Dusk Army in the Great Glacier. When did you start fighting the Dusk Dragon, Captain? ”

Holy Light Knights Major Legion leader is pale and silent.

“Your Eminence?” The Duke of Ludwig had to ask.

The atmosphere was a little cold in the tent, and it was clear that everyone felt something wrong in the face of the Great Commander of the Holy Light Knights.

If the Dragon of Dusk had truly built a solid point of invasion in the Great Glacier, what exactly had it been plotting for six months after its army had returned from the battlefield of Finhotus?

There was also a fine sweat on the forehead of the Knights of the Supreme Trial sitting beside them.

He suddenly remembered that it seemed like it had been a long time since news had come back about the Great Glacier; but they had never previously considered the possibility that the coalition of the Finns and Wild Pokémon would encounter anything unexpected. After all, that was the common strength of the two empires, and the support of the Druids behind them - even if they failed, they would not be able to make a sound.

But what if what Dwarf King California says is true?

The dragon of dusk, concealing his intentions, will obviously not be meaningless.

“If I recall correctly,” answered Akas among the twelve wizards, who obviously had the most say in the surveillance of the civilized border: "The clusters in the Great Glacier should have appeared more than 600 years ago, and we first discovered the similarities there, that the Netherworld and the Devil had discovered a huge seal beneath the Great Glacier, and we tried a few times to attack, but all of them failed, but we were not the Bukas here who had the most say on this question.”

He said, looking at Fusia beside him.

The Seven Dragon King, nominally sealed with the Great Glacier, is in fact the watchdog of the seal. For centuries, she has been watching the demons and the Netherworld in that direction.

And Yuki's black robe wizards, in fact, belong to her.

But in the face of Akas' problem, the evil dragon king shook his head as well.

“Around two hundred years ago, when the battle outside the boundaries of the elements was rushed, I entrusted Mortal Affairs to Yuki and then went to the Silver Plains, and now I'm afraid only he and his black wizards know exactly what's going on in the Great Glacier. ”

Fusia replied somewhat bluntly: "But don't worry too much, I met with William a year ago. He commissioned me to intervene in the process of war on the continent, and I should have gone into the great glacier myself. ”

But before her voice fell, an old voice shattered the hopes of all.

“No, Fusia... you and I may be wrong...”

A stalking old man walked in from the outside.

Had it not been for the silver Ring of Truth in his hands, which represented the leader of the Wizard and the city of Kanage, little would have been recognised, an old man whose face was pale, depleted, and whose silver robe was almost stained with blood, William Pisto, the recorder of the mighty Magic.

He stood quietly at the door and looked at everyone.

Quiet in the tent is a little creepy.

“… Yuki is dead and the Black Robe Wizard no longer exists. ”

“And I suspect that His Highness Alkav may have been less violent...”

“Northern Defense Line, over...”

……