The Amber Sword

It's like the wind of peace passing through the valley, blowing through the sands of the forest.

Brando stepped over a bush and stopped at the top of the hill, watching this familiar valley. Among the low hills was where the Lord of the Spike Chain had fallen, and the Black Fireman chased them up the hill from this trail, turning back to look at Sy, the red-haired girl staring at the valley in the distance. Perhaps she noticed the Lord's gaze, turning back, her eyes facing each other, and her eyes filled with tenderness.

The scars of the old days were unraveled, but the hearts of mountain girls were tranquil. She was long gone, and the scars in her heart gradually disappeared.

“I remember when we met here. ”

“Yes, Lord, after so many years of wandering,” Metisa smiled and looked at the two: “It is unfortunate that Mr. Eko and Miss Eula, together with that man, fell into the chaos. It would be great if they could be here today to witness the beautiful scenery of the Chablis Mountains year after year. ”

Brando sighed: “Unfortunately, it was too late. I still don't know how to talk about phoenix fire. She was supposed to come to Eruin to see her sister. ”

“There are always many things in the world that don't work out, Lord," replied Metisa. "I'm never going to see my sister again, but forgiving each other at the last minute is enough to satisfy me, because it's always better than missing out, isn't it? I think so too, Mr. Ecker, because at least he sees the future of Eruin, and he trusts that you will not let him down. ”

Brando nodded.

He had some sentiments in his heart, because Metissa was always so optimistic and a little touched could satisfy her little happiness. Her Royal Highness, the fairy princess, had a much clearer and better meaning than many human aristocrats, who stood by hope and brought happiness to others.

“Lord, was it in that valley?” Over the past two or three years, the fairy princess, who had become quite a fighter, curled her beautiful silver hair and pointed her white fingers in one direction.

Brando and Sy looked in that direction, and the former nodded and confirmed: "Yes. ”

Metissa giggled: "I was in a hostile relationship with the Lord. ”

Brando smiled, “We were really pissed back then. Flo and her sister told you a lot about what happened back then, and I know they always liked to talk about my embarrassment. But without them, it would be very difficult for me to deal with you, Your Highness, the little princess of the Silver Fairy, when confronted with her enemies. ”

Metissa smiled lightly, and Sy was a little bit amused, curious to ask what was going on. Because she met Brando after Metisa, and it was that night that she suffered a fatal betrayal, and the blood of Kabai in her body seemed a little agitated, and this is where it recovered.

But the power of Golden Apple suddenly surged and restored the power of divine blood.

“Lord Lords killed me by mistake at the time," Metissa said gently describing the night, although knowing that things had been resolved successfully, the Mountain Girl couldn't help but whisper: “Then what?” She asked.

“Later, the Lord resurrected me, even though I knew it was hostile. ”

“Lord always has a soft heart. ”

“That's for a girl,” Metissa sneered. “Don't believe me. Ask Miss Delphine. ”

Brando was taking out his water bag and was embarrassed to hear this: “How did you get into her again? ”

“Because after all, Miss Delphine is the closest woman to the Lord, but she was as hostile to us as Miss Metisa was before. Don't you have any responsibility for what happened in Jiufeng? I don't blame you, I just hope that you will pay more attention to your own safety.” Sy lowered her head and said with a little bit of a hint of flavor.

Brando's face was hot: “That's not the same thing. ”

“Giggling,” the little princess of the Silver Elf shuddered with a smile: “After all, Miss Roman also said that the Lord cannot walk when he sees a beautiful girl. ”

Brando, who was picking up the water bag and drinking it, almost choked, and he coughed furiously, turning back and asking incredibly: “Is that what she really said? ”

“Of course, from Riedenberg to Pragues, from Pragues to Chablis, from Chablis to Cold Cedar Castle, Miss Freya, and Sue, Miss Antitina, I count, Cee count, and Utah and Fania, it's inevitable Miss Roman will be upset, isn't it? After all, she's your girlfriend. ”

“Where is this going? Sue is just Leto's daughter, and what does Ms. Utah have to do with me...” Brando replied impatiently, “Not to mention Fania, how old is she? What the hell is going on in your head? ”

Madison smiled happily: "So Lord didn't deny that Miss Antina, Miss Freya, Sy and I had other ideas? ”

The Mountain Girl sounded scared and rushed to look at Brando.

Brando opened his mouth and was silent.

He should have known that the little princess was actually black.

The valley is full of summer scenery, the blooming lilies and ginkgo green leaves adorn this forest sanctuary, that green inn surrounds the majestic temple, the time has passed, there is some idleness, the rustic vine rose up along the old outward wall, stacked leaves, coated with emerald green.

Brando watched with some dismay the temple, which had long been empty, and although it was inevitable that he would expect it, he also understood that the goodwill farewell could be but a wonderful affair.

“Long time no see, my friend. ”

“Remember to come back here and tell me what's going on out there; decades, even a hundred years, but don't ‘count on it’, my friend...”

The ancient voices, as if they were still echoing in the woods, did not fade away.

Decades, a hundred years, what a long time that was, almost exhausted the lives of mortals. When he was old, did he ever remember having a good deal in this mountain of Chablis? Brando drowned his eyelids and had a slight heartache, and those past shades of light, perhaps passed away before returning.

A hundred years later, there was nothing left but a tranquil ruin, and he himself, too, did not exist.

A friendship, silent silence.

If he could, Brando wouldn't want to go back to this place - he'd rather leave with a hint of luck than face this silent reality. So he looked up, some dissatisfied, and looked at the bastard who was standing outside the temple laughing so badly -- his subordinate who, in the letter, had just returned from the Silver Bay area.

With a smile on his face, Brando and the three of them walked in, Charles had apparently waited a long time to be here, saying in a long and gentle tone: "Long time no see, Lord. Looks like you've taken care of our two beauties. ”

Brando glanced at this guy without even mentioning the pot: “Shut up, nobody treats you as mute. ”

Charles couldn't help but laugh and tears rolled out, Brando, which made it clear that this guy had been listening to himself and Metisa by magic, and that conversation was simply intentional.

“Go ahead," he replied, biting his teeth. "Why are we here? ”

“There are a few small things,” Charles put away his laughter and replied in earnest, “also to allow Lord Lords to meet someone. ”

“Meet someone?” Brando felt his heart beat again.

He heard the footsteps of the sand as if stepping on the meadow, incredibly turning back.

A tall and handsome elf stood there and looked at them with a smile and said to Brando in a gentle voice, with the distinctive grip of the Silver People:

“Long time no see, my friend. ”

A simple greeting actually created the illusion that things were human between Brando moments.

Yeah, long time no see.

The last time he came here, he was still blind to Eruin's future and could only rely in the dark on his prophet's awareness to seek that line of opportunity. His faint hope in the Cold Cedar Collar, in the rings of the wind, in spite of all the sparks that ignited, went through several wars, and finally came to Ambessel, and after everything, it was only today that...

Everything has finally changed.

The two met for the first time, as if they were still yesterday.

“Long time no see," but five years later, when Brando said this, he had the illusion that he was relieved: “I didn't do anything wrong, my friend. ”

There was wind in the valley, and the wind was a little big this day.

……

For Lopal, Lord of the Lizard of Fireclaws, the sight of memory is long gone. The old homeland became a fragmented, floating land in the void. The flames of the entire world center stopped burning and constantly emitted golden light around. The river of coke heat became silent and the lava stopped flowing, and the temperature of the fire red slowly extinguished and became a hot, black and cold rock.

Elements like losing their homes and wandering off into vast spaces.

Prince Ruth also looked at the scene and said softly:

“The fire is out. ”

“Our world is in darkness. ”

“But one day. ”

“It will burn again. ”

Lopal nodded.

The two men carefully moved away a giant rock in the heart of the lava river to the underground world, which was originally the most central part of the entire coke river world, the source of the Million Rivers, a spark of infinite light and heat that once burned like the sun.

But now, there's only a dark spot in the vast space.

The finely shattered footsteps stepped on the shattered stone and the two slowly proceeded in the lobby until they stopped in front of an altar. Above that scorched black altar, a smooth mirror surface is inserted with a dark, sunken crystal, and at the very center of the crystal, it is as if a dark red spot is still growing.

“Spark.” Ropal describes such a word in a somewhat sacred tone that ‘fire’ itself means sacred in the language of the Lizard of Fire.

“Tiamat's law is now present, the source of the fire of all worlds, then the magician's law power,” replied Ruth the Little Fairy, sitting on his wide shoulder, rightly: “The supreme inheritance of the fire element kingdom, though it has been extinguished, must be able to make it burn again. ”

Lord Fire Lizard nodded.

It took a step forward, grasping the crystal, and a golden fire burst out of the lizard man's pristine pupil.

Card group, called Scorch Hot Anger.

The ground shook slightly.

Even Fierce and Malocha, far from the shallow sea, detected an anomaly in the fire-element world. One deer at a time raises his head and looks in that distant direction - although there are no more waves in the shallow sea and the water of the world flows from all directions to the void on tortoised land, the distance is silver and cloudy, and the beauty of the shallow sea is still not inferior to any part of the world.

Elements vibrated, and the four elemental worlds resonated with each other, as if it were a newborn murmur.

For the first time since the fall of the Black Moon, everything and elements within the boundaries of the elements were revitalized for the first time after the loss of the Tiamat rule.

“See, Malocha!” Fierce exclaimed with surprise: "It's resurrecting, the shallow sea is revitalizing! ”

“It will be a long process, and perhaps we will all be transformed into flying ash in a flood of time, and it will not return to the way it was in the past.” Malocha replied softly.

“But there's hope, isn't there? ”

Malocha nodded.

“Let's go, Malocha,” said Fierce, “thanks to the Lord's Shallow Sea Sword, we can help him even more once he has been inherited from the shallow sea. ”

But Malocha was stuck.

Fierce noticed her companion's anomaly and looked at it strangely: “What's wrong? ”

The crystal stag looked not far away, and a tiny flower was swaying with the wind amidst the cracks of a tortoise above the embankment: a scaly stem, a general flower sequence, two juxtaposed star blossoms, watching each other in the breeze.

That's what it saw years ago.

A drop of tear actually slipped through the corner of a stag's eye.

Riding on the corner of Malocha, Fierce stopped for a moment and said in an incredible tone:

“Well, that's Miss Tata's star flower...”

……

As if the endless war was over.

When that enormous space anomaly slowly closed under the spell blow of the Bukas, everyone dropped their weapons and permanently stood in front of the ruined walls of Rusta - where the Cruz lost their ancestral lands, and today they are back.

Valhalla's heavenly tree crown sparkles on the battlefield, and the spirits are showing everyone - it is expected that in ten hours' time the fortress will resume transmission, and this time its destination will be to return to Eruin.

Eruin people are celebrating and cheering. Because after a long war, fighters can finally return to their homeland, and while there may be a more dangerous situation ahead to deal with, everyone at this moment is just an arrow, and for almost three years they have not seen their parents, their wives and their children for too long.

Families and loved ones have surpassed all strong feelings, and of course they have to bring those who died in battle back to their homeland to return the English soul to their homeland.

When Tonigal's fleet was also assembled in the sky - the other two fleets, the Krutz and the Hazel fleet, turned to pay tribute to these warriors from the kingdom of Eruin with their flags. It is a respect and gratitude that does not need to be described in language, an ancient civilization reborn in the hands of mortals.

In Valhalla.

Hippamilla couldn't help but sit on the bench and focus on what was right in front of her - a hexagonal medal, like some kind of crust. She had some love to let go, because it was the Temple of Fire, and in recognition of her immense contribution in the war, a medal of merit had been forged for her after consulting herself.

Probably the only alien medal of the war.

Veronica looked at the girl a little strangely and asked Freya with her eyes: “Does she really like this stuff so much? ”

“Hmm...” Freya certainly knows the priestly lady of the Goddess of Mount Chong's peculiar passion. It is said that Himilud's clerics have more or less unusual aesthetics, and they like something thick and sturdy, like mountain rock. In response to Veronica's question, she nodded helplessly.

“Anyway, as long as Miss Chipamilla likes it," Veronica laughed: "She killed three Leviathan sons in Rusta's final battle and solved a big problem for us. Are people asking about the identity of this cleric lady now? If it weren't for our agreement with Brando, we would have let her be the hero. ”

“To inspire morale?” Freya asked.

Veronica nodded: "This war has been too long, and it is only a brief moment. We will also continue our offensive against the Hazel Plateau and, on the other hand, the time is approaching. ”

When I heard that word, Freya looked a little heavy: "Is the war imminent? ”

“I don't think it's too far away, the allies of the devil and the Netherworld have annexed Ellanta, and they'll go south between their eyes. And in the south, although the Dusk Army south of the Sea of the Dead Moon has been quiet since the Battle of Maddalafine Hotos, the dark temple of Maddala found the power of the Dead Moon Goddess to be active again some time ago. ”

The head of the women's regiment described the situation in one word: “It's already raining, Freya. ”

“Is that why we have to return to Eluín early? ”

“Yes, go and bring Brando the message, just wait for Druids to confirm the message from outside the boundaries of the elements and see what's happening right now on the world's crystal wall," Veronica sighed: “But I have a feeling that our final battle with the Dragon of Dusk is near. ”

“But are we ready?” Freya blinked her eyes and took a gentle breath, asking.

“If not, it is not for us to choose," replied Veronica. "For our world, for our survival, we must prevail. ”

“I get it," Freya suddenly gave the female Legion Leader a gift: "Anyway, I did my best, teacher. ”

Veronica nodded with comfort: “I believe you, you and Fayna are my favorite students, although you are not a Cruz, at this juncture identity is no longer important. I teach you what I've learned my whole life, in the hope that you can pass these things on in this war, and even in the face of failure, I want you to protect yourself. ”

“Teacher…”

Veronica smiled and said softly: “This is kind of a reminder of the kindness of my students. It's kind of my little selfishness. It's easy to fold, Freya. It's not really a good thing for a good commander. Because of a truly successful commander, he should be able to withstand failure first. ”

The goddess of martial arts gently retreated.

……