The Amber Sword

162 Act 154 Gray Swordmaster (This is the second more I would say?)

The bluffed winter wolves are regrouping in front of the centaur, like a snow wave, and they will soon gather together, rushing in and relentlessly engulfing Huade and his men.

Antinina, Couran, and Quinill all looked back at that direction at the moment, and it was the same not far from Odin. There were not a few Eruin knights and nobles behind him, but it was obvious at this moment No one can make a sound.

When did Eruin have pursued such a spirit of conviction?

Earl Odin subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

He turned back and said to Robert-I do n’t know if it was God ’s care or luck, the fat man has been to this day-and said, "Count Robert, the envoys will give it to you."

"Me?" Roberton snapped. "Count Odin, what do you want to do?"

Ou Ting turned back expressionlessly. For the first time in his eyes, something that had never been seen before was burned. He turned Xue Liang's commander sword forward and shouted clearly:

"Knights of Eruin—!"

"One day, will you watch your comrades fight alone and die on the battlefield?"

The knights froze slightly. They looked at their commander and took a deep breath.

"No, we won't."

"Because the lion's banner is flying high," Autin shouted, "the past faith has never faded away," he looked back at all the knights, "so come with me, you are the swords of Eruin—"

Autin turned around and re-entered the battlefield. The knights shouted ‘with sword ’s oath’ and responded. The blue knight entered the wolf pack. They are the knights of Eruin.

At that moment, Roberton was so stunned that he looked at the scene stupidly without even saying a word of stopping.

Not just him, even Brando was taken aback. But when he looked at these people, he suddenly felt that his nose was a little bit sour. This is the belief of Eruin. Even if it had been deeply rotten and degenerate, the longing light still shone in the darkness.

That is the meaning of so many people fighting for it.

It is also the reason why countless players love this land.

Many people write this on a forum: We are not strong, but we love it.

Brando suddenly remembered the meaning of the country's name at this moment, because in the glorious past, Eke named this land Eruin, in order to allow the meaning of the miracle.

If you don't believe in miracles, then Eruin is meaningless.

Suddenly he felt that he couldn't say a word, but just put the sword of earth in his hand:

"Ropar, after the break."

The Fireclaw Lizard Lord took his eyes off these humans and centaurs, and it bowed deeply to Brando, saying for the first time in so many days:

"The essence of war is to honor the honor of the soldiers. As for what it is to fight in our Fireclaw clan," Fireclaw Lizard Lord said, "But in any case, it is a glorious pursuit of faith. Thing. "

It looked up: "So thank the host for giving us such an opportunity to fight side by side with such a group of people. The fireclaw clan will not let you down."

Ropal finished, and with one stroke, Firetalon Lizardmen entered the battlefield.

Brando turned around.

"Let's move on," he said quietly to Quinill, and beyond this last pack of wolves, they could say that they had passed the first floor of the Ring of Tradewinds, and the next was within the storm circle.

The tree elf leader didn't say a word from beginning to end, but nodded silently.

The team continued to advance, and after crossing the last line of defense of the Winter Wolf, the wolves in front finally became sparse. After a few small-scale battles in the rest of the time, the remaining people finally crossed the Wolf's Pass.

The so-called Wolf's Pass is the desperation of wolf disaster-after crossing the mountain pass formed by two towering peaks in the Karanga Mountains, it entered the inner area of ​​the Trade Wind Ring.

Within the so-called storm circle.

As long as the next storm wall is crossed, it is considered to have truly entered the core area of ​​the trade wind ring, and there will be no wolf disaster in the storm circle, but there are higher-level monsters lurking.

It is not suitable for the team to advance here-that is to say, the task of the centaurs and druids has been completed to this point.

It was only a team of several hundred people at the time of departure. Now there are only one or two hundred people left. Even the young man in his hand has lost more than a third. This is still under the protection of Kuran and Qian. final result.

Among the six young team leaders, one leader died and one was seriously injured. As their battle, the result was not cruel.

Not to mention that more people have also died for this-

Count Odin, Ward, and the Eruin Knights and Centaur warriors, Brando couldn't help but look back at the mountain pass that had passed by.

In that direction, the light green beam of light flickered in the dark sky, and finally disappeared.

Everything returns to darkness.

Seeing this scene Brando did not speak, but felt inexplicably lost in his heart.

Although it had long been known that many people could lose their lives in the face of woe, but when it really happened around him, Brando found that he was not ready.

He thought he had gone through so much, and he should have been iron hearted.

He turned his head to see Antitina's sparkling eyes looking at himself, Brando froze a little, he didn't know what the lady of the house should think-was he disappointed?

In his eyes, Antitina's requirements on him are quite strict, or should be expected, the nobleman seems to always look forward to seeing his more perfect side.

A perfect lord?

But Brando thinks that he may never be able to do this, he is him, except that he may have one or other greedy desires in his heart, it can be said to be an ordinary person.

Maybe he looks more like a guy with better luck than those evil masters who control each step under their own control.

Even in the past, he was not the best player, nor was he the strongest warrior, was he?

Brando blinked and sighed.

But the aristocratic girl seemed to be keenly aware of what he was thinking. She looked at him and said softly, "I think, in fact, there is no correct answer to some things, Lord Lord."

"Well?" Brando froze slightly, and he looked at Antitina, not like the nobleman would say.

"I used to demand myself," Antitina smiled slightly—to Brando—her lord: "But I don't think I would always regret something forever. In order to make people feel terrible. "

"Because people can't transcend their feelings anyway, I think that's the nature of people," she smiled. "But it is because of this or that dissatisfaction with ourselves that we can surpass ourselves ..."

"So I will feel more relieved to follow such a true Lord Lord."

"You ..." Brando blushed. "Know what I think?"

The aristocrat put her hands behind her back and nodded gently to him: "In the final analysis, Lord Lord and us are actually a kind of person."

Brando coughed, and he turned back, seeing that Quinillus nodded to him not far away.

"Mr. Brando," said the tree elf chief, "life is precious, so this effort is worthy of respect."

Brando looked up and saw the beams of light flashing in the mountains, and said suddenly, "Here, there are so many people with the flame of civilization in their hands. But how many people are really fighting for justice? . "

He looked at Quinill: "After all, I'm allied with you just to use your strength."

"There is no such thing as a pure heart, Mr. Brando," Quinill said, guarding the surrounding forest, and answering, "I have a question for you?"

"what is the problem?"

"Mr. Brando, if you achieve your goal and you pay a small price, you can make the result better-for example, save the green tower-will you do that?"

"Why not?" Brando asked.

Quinill turned back, smiled slightly, and said in ethereal elf words: "So, don't you understand, Mr. Brando? Kindness is in your heart, and you don't need rhetoric, it is already the most precious thing in the world . "

"So I said no, if it was Mr. Brando, I think I could be an ally of the people in the forest."

Brando froze slightly, he took a breath, then nodded.

"But," Qian, who had not spoken at this time, asked in a low voice, "most people would think so, wouldn't it, if effortless ..."

The older elf looked back at her and waited for a while before he said, "How could there be a civilized world without the wishes of most people?"

"What ... meaning?" The red-haired girl was puzzled.

"... If there is no good-looking expectation, we will not speak, no language, and no communication is necessary," answered Quinill, raising his head, as if suddenly remembering Ward-they were already fighting side by side For many years, although I often joked with each other who would take the first step-but I didn't expect that this day would come so suddenly.

The tree elf took a soft breath: "Without interpersonal communication, how is a person like a beast?"

Akane froze.

The others were silent.

But at this time, a clear voice came out of the nearby forest: "The difference between man and beast is that they are afraid of fire, and we yearn for light."

"The fire of civilization is burning in the wilderness, illuminating not only chaos but also the human heart."

"Just for thousands of years, the descendants of the King of Flames seem to have forgotten this."

With such a voice, a man leaning back with a sword that was almost two-handed higher than a man slowly walked out of the forest. He stopped in front of Brando and looked up at them.

The man raised his head and looked at everyone. The strange gray eyes seemed to be dim, but it made everyone's heart jump, and there was a feeling of being locked by the other party's air machine at the same time.

Who is this guy?

Kuran, Akane, and Quinnil raised their weapons at the same time, and suddenly a strong man appeared in the wilderness and stopped in front of them. It looked like an enemy and a friend.

But at this moment only Brando was motionless.

Because he almost looked at this guy with incredible face.

Grey Sword Master, Mephisto.

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(***: Chapter Two, Your Excellency Lord Swordmaster! Ask for a ticket ~)