The Amber Sword

There has been chaos on the battlefield.

The northern sky burns on the bears, with an eye-catching black smoke hanging from the sky. Tuster, the contemptuous, runs across the horizon like a mountain of corpses, wrapped in vines on the body of a crystalline structure, and a cracked hole penetrates its body, staring quietly in front of it -

There, Valhalla's dimmed canopy is regaining its shine little by little, and the bright columns that lead straight to the heavens and the earth, like green dreams, are engraved in the memory of everyone who witnessed it. The roots of the giant trees have been reinserted into the land, and you can see the fluorescent magical glow flowing under the plateau from a few dozen miles away.

But Valhalla is almost the same as withdrawing from the fighting.

The clusters of high-ranking lords, standing on the other side of the giant tree, are constantly attacking the protection of Valhalla. Each time it hits a hemispheric optical net, it causes the fortress to vibrate violently. The goddesses had taken off and launched an attack around Farrah, but it looked as if a silver light point next to the Purple Crystal Mountains - the misguided Farrah's huge body suddenly appeared with tens of thousands of purple arrays, emitted in a bunch of purple streaming arrays, and the goddesses were instantly submerged in a purple sea of light, from time to time someone was hit and fell.

A silver arc suddenly penetrated the purple sea of light, and Tulaman finally completed his spell, with dozens of feet of crystal surfaces collapsing. Farrah screamed painfully as if the shockwave had swept by, and the sea of clusters within a kilometre's radius was short.

And this is just a scissor above this vast battlefield.

Smoke and dust cover almost the entire battlefield, where people have lost contact with most of their troops, and where people often have to fight alone, good news is that the clusters have also lost one of the three crystal towers.

The White Lion knights who launched the shock have long been separated from each other.

But Freya was still moving forward in the direction of another crystal tower in her memory, and she had been wounded and pushed away the remains of a cluster of crystals. In the crackling crackle, the sword in her hand broke into several pieces.

Freya raised her head a little too hard to see the battlefields staggering each other - clusters, dragons, buoyant warships, vulture knights and dragon cavalry traveling through vast spaces.

But the entire battlefield had long since been indistinguishable and had reached its most white-hot stage.

In the midst of a shocking blast, the sky seemed to raise a circle of sun, and the bright glow even lit the layer of clouds. The giant black diamond-shaped crystal is slowly falling through the clouds, tilting towards the ground. The surface of its diamond crystal continues to burst with a gleaming flash, a silver spot of light crashing into this huge body like a floating city.

And every light point is a floating warship ——

The Bansians, the Eruins and the Bughans were resolutely carrying out their tactics, and a floating ship was gradually disjoining formation, before proceeding with the sound of artillery to pay tribute to all and then to draw a final glimmer in the blurred tears of the people.

Fitztom, the inexhaustible king of the Seven Ages, has come to an end on this mortally dominated battlefield.

In a stunning void above its vast body, a broken Lord of the Silver Elves slowly stood up, a hero of this era who had experienced countless wars, but here, perhaps, this was his last stop.

Supported by one hand on the edge of Fitztom's broken surface, he faced the sound of the hunting wind above the plateau, took off his helmet, threw it far away, and his helmet rolled over and disappeared under the clouds.

Silver blood runs down his forehead, and Norn wipes it with his hands, which are also a piece of silver blood. His partner, his centuries-old comrade, the dragon beast's body lay quietly in the hole.

That was the last honor of the Dragon King Cavalry...

He pulled out his sword and threw it down at will. The sword drew an arc in the cloud and gradually turned into a shining spot. The Dragon King Cavalry will never leave their weapons with the enemy, even after their death.

Norn suddenly remembered the jihad a thousand years ago.

He stood in the valley, watching his father and brother leave, and the elves sang a hymn out of the valley that gave birth to them, and many could never come back.

It was a time of glorious return.

It was also an ancient war.

At such a moment.

The light above the clouds is gone.

Freya slightly squeezed her eyes, fascinated by the drying up of blood, and the sky returned to its blood-red colour, with a beautiful silver ring just in the middle of that airspace.

But it's not a decoration, it's a battlefield between Solomon, king of witches, and Daryanov, two of the most powerful witches in the world, who want to divide a place like this at such a time.

She looked at that gorgeous silver ring and watched countless clusters crash into pieces and fall. Then lower your head, bend over and pick up the other sword, slowly moving forward.

The dust covered the entire battlefield.

Behind the smoke, however, the black sphere in the middle of the battlefield has become more visible, with the faint pressure surrounding the entire battlefield - a god closer and closer to the world.

One giant dragon flew over the battlefield from low altitude, and they were converging from all sides, and Misseril led the dragon herd from the other direction to the transmission channel. The dragons have decided to stop it at all costs.

The power of a god - even if no longer embraced by Tiamat's laws, it is not a power hierarchy far above Fitztom, king of blacks, where people can rival each other.

But a shadow was cast in front of Misserille.

Invisible Arak.

A giant crystal wasp vibrating in the twin-wing flying sky blocked the dragons.

Vladimir, once again repelled by Solomon, suddenly stopped. Though he looked a little wolfish and had a scratch on his cheek and even a burnt red robe, he looked at the giant dragons in the distance with misfortune and suddenly laughed: “The King of Witches is the King of Witches, Solomon, your time has even shielded the light of each of us, and people even think that you are the most powerful wizard in the history of the Bukas - although a little jealous, I cannot fail to acknowledge the truth. ”

Vladimir-Hayrijanov was frustrated: “You are indeed strong, stronger than all of us, and unfortunately you cannot change anything.” He raised his hands and shouted, “Look around you. Are you stronger than the gods? ”

Solomon looked at the man quietly.

In a long time ago, he, Serrando, Yuki, and this man, four of whom had supported the silver alliance of that era. Together, they experienced the break-up with the Minors, united against Tumen, the most powerful practitioner in the history of mortals, and worked together to establish order on the continent for a thousand years after the Battle of the Saints, after which the Silver People watched over the continent left behind by Martha.

He was saddened, however, by the fact that old friends were moving away from themselves.

Yuki broke up with others a long time ago and died in the Great Glacier.

Though he does not support the Salad philosophy, Serrando is emotionally closer to the Red and Blue Alliance.

And the rest of this guy.

And away from them.

“Vladimir,” Solomon said quietly: "For the past, I didn't want to kill you myself. Go bow your head to the Eruites and the Wind Elves, at least people will remember the pride of the Salads. ”

“This joke isn't funny, Solomon, are you going to let me apologize to some mortal?” Vladimir sneered, “Do you know why other people don't share your philosophy, because we're Bukas, born taller? ”

“No one is above us, Vladimir, you and I come from Tiamat, and Lord Martha's blessings belong to everyone in the world, not to you and me. ”

“But we deserve it! Vladimir roared:" I studied the truth and knowledge of the world tirelessly to gain the strength and status of today, all as a result of our efforts, and why are those mortals sitting on the same footing as us? ”

“With everything you see now,” Solomon replied, "in this war, no mortals shed a drop of blood less than we did, but they got much less than we did - we owe them, Vladimir. ”

“You're crazy, Solomon! ”

“Crazy for you. ”

Solomon replied word for word.

He closed his eyes slowly: “For the last time, Vladimir, go face your own fault. You know who is responsible for this, and the glory of the Sassards comes from reason and knowledge, not from arrogance and arrogance. ”

Vladimir smiled coldly: "What if I say no? ”

Solomon opened his eyes, and the majestic and indifferent silver eyes in his eyes ceased to exist - leaving behind a pair of golden glowing eyes. It was as if it no longer belonged to the eyes of the Bukas, but to the pupils of a giant dragon, and Vladimir's last words were appallingly swallowed back into his stomach.

“Blood sanctification!” This wizard leader of the Sassards screamed in horror: "This is the power of existence, how could you touch this level! ”

Solomon looked at him indifferently.

The long hair of a speckle bare turned into snow and white at an instant.

He only reached out one finger.

Vladimir's expression was set at the last moment, and he watched with great horror as the tortoise of true knowledge in his hand broke, and then the silver rule line around his body disappeared, and eventually even his own presence faded away. His body was like gravel and passed away with the wind.

At the last moment of his passing, Vladimir suddenly thought of a word.

Supreme Law.

Destruction.

Solomon finally looked at where Vladimir disappeared, sighed softly, closed his eyes and never opened them again for a long time.

……

The city of Valhalla was already in chaos when the entire fortress was again trembling violently. In the lobby of the tree, Haruze's crown fell to the ground, and his bones rolled away until one hand held it down and picked it up again.

Haruze looked at the man.

Count Odin walked over, handed the crown to him and said softly: "Your Majesty. ”

“Count Odin, you…”

Odin looked around and felt a little sad: "I haven't been here for a long time since the Royal Party and Her Highness crossed paths, but it hasn't changed much since the war with Ambethel. I also remember the meeting here with Her Royal Highness, Count Tonigle, and nothing has changed, only the Royal Party itself. ”

He looked kindly at Haruze: "Of course it has changed. Your Majesty, the First King will be glad to see you grow underground. ”

Haruze held the crown and stood silently there. He also remembered his father, a long time ago, his childhood with his sister, and he remembered that it had faded a little.

Odin raised his head to gauge the hall of the tree, his eyes looking out through the long glass arch and window to the distance, where the crown of Valhalla emerald, the cloudy horizon, occasionally a lightning bolt crosses the sky. Beyond the walls of the fortress of Valhalla, the immense figure of high-ranking lord Farah is at war with the goddesses of martial arts, interwoven with a silver and white ray of electricity.

A moment later, he said softly: "Your Majesty, the King's Party has done many wrong things, but I still remember the time of the First King and still feel honored for that moment. We lost a lot, and our old colleagues left us, either suddenly, or on a different path; and now, looking back, the faces of our past memories disappeared, leaving only an old man like me with a prolonged asthma. ”

“Count,” Haruze said softly, "it's none of your business. I understand your feelings for Eluin. ”

Count Odin smiled slightly, with some faint light in his eyes: "Your Majesty, allow the elders to finally make a modest contribution to the Corcova royal family, so that perhaps at least a hundred years from now people will not be ashamed to recall the term the King Party. ”

He put a letterhead in front of Haruze: "According to information coming from the battlefield, the Bukas and the dragons hoped that we, the Eruins, would pull our hands to stop Chris' arrival, but we had just lost contact with the White Lion Knight, and even Miss Freya was missing ——”

Haruze looked at the old Count.

“Count...”

Count Odin just looked firmly at his king.

Haruzeh nodded silently.

Count Odin folded his waist and remembered the first time he had bestowed a knight on him. His vows under his sword did not fail.

In the captain's chamber of the flagship Arkennaton, Manrique watched quietly as his first mate handed over the command tag. He suddenly remembered Count Odin's somewhat mediocre face, which was not so much a key figure of the Royal Party as Makaro, Billywoods, Everton, or even Ovewell, who had broken with the Royal Party, but at a time when everyone had left the big ship that was going to sink, and everyone had betrayed their relatives, there were still so many people who maintained their original beliefs.

'Cause I miss the flash of the past.

Manrik suddenly remembered his original intention of coming to Tonigal and remembered the shadow he would never forget. He nodded softly and said, "Give them the fastest boat, order the fleet to be ready for cover, and make sure everything is in order. ”

The first deputy nodded solemnly.

……