The Amber Sword

During the war between the demon and the northern coalition of Eruin and the army of the Temple of Fire, in the quiet port of Ampelsel, the troops of the Georgian army quickly occupied the entire building At the port, the Port Guard had been beaten by Brando for a long time, but these creatures from the ground were cheap. Under the guidance of the Return of All Things, they easily opened the city gate and dispersed the remaining Port Guard. By night, there was little resistance left in the entire port.

In the heavy rain, a wonderful figure was slowly rising up the spiral staircase of the city building.

Medusa Le Mecca wears white linen robes, with bronze scale skin exposed underneath, her legs are much longer than human women. But she likes to wear a coin-shaped python-like tail on her shoulders, which looks like a shawl.

She ascended the rooftop of the tower, separated the hawk hawk, and saw the dying Viscount Begnin. She picked up the opponent's wrist, and read a byte in her mouth. A black pattern appeared faintly on the third segment of the knuckle of the forefinger's left index finger. "Where did you find him?"

The hawks sternly replied in a peculiar language, "Nearby, ma'am."

"Why didn't the messenger wake up?"

"The messenger was knocked out, ma'am."

"Humans are really fragile." Lesmeca was disdainful. However, she did not dare to show this kind of emotion. This person is an important figure for the reunion of all things. The reunion of all things is a follower of the dragon of the dusk. Working closely with the devil, it is not their inferiors who can evaluate. She lowered her head, spit out her bifurcated tongue and made a black mark on the forehead of Viscount Bergnin, and then stroked it lightly with her hand. Make a rain cover for him.

"Let's wait until Lord Bruka arrives. You take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the terrible temple of inflammation. The lords still need all things to dig out that piece of equipment for them, as long as they stand firmly on their heels, "We'll have a wider land." Lesmeca seemed to yearn for it, her beautiful long snake-shaped hair was raised, hissing his letter.

She looked to the mountains in the distance. The rolling shadows of the mountains were shrouded in gloomy dark clouds, and the beautiful eyes reflected the color of lightning, like a kind of spark that ignited.

But not far from her, leeward, the two ladies were seriously discussing. "White mist. We were right to drop Viscount Begnin there. They caught a big fish, and they really had a conspiracy behind them."

The conspiracy is almost certain, otherwise everything will not appear here for a while, "So what, are you going to follow her?" Bai Wu looked at her with squinting eyes. "Of course." Roman nodded for granted.

"With the level of tracking you bumped into, we would be found in less than a minute. Then you would be caught and killed, so I would also die." Bai Wu calmly hit her. Roman couldn't help showing his dissatisfaction, and his small eyebrows hurriedly raised, "Is it so bad?"

"It's worse than that."

"Then I have to give up this plan, Baiwu Baiwu. What shall we do next?" Miss Merchant very negligently rejected the plan that she had thought about for a long time. It was as if the plan had not been proposed by her.

"I think." Bai Wu replied lazily.

"I see. Brando, the enemy on the bright side, is not afraid, but it is difficult to prevent conspiracy and tricks. It is written in Knight novels. Besides, Brando also looks stupid and easy to deceive. Look, we have to dig out the thing they are going to dig first. "Romain immediately reached a new conclusion.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Wu thinks the model of taking Knight's novel as an action is a model of negative teaching materials. However, the judgment was quite correct, and she was too lazy to care about it. To be honest, she was too lazy to speak. "Let's go find those sneaky guys first," Roman replied confidently.

"Sneaky guy?"

"I saw Archduke Alec just now. Didn't that Viscount mean that they were also members of that Club?"

"It's troublesome to say something like this next time ..." Bai Wu finally rolled her eyes helplessly. This is the first act she can do today that can be called an expression.

...

"Is it you, Babasha?" Brando had recognized that the wrinkled old woman was the old witch Babasha he had blackmailed once in Rittenberg.

"Witch? Brando. Who is she?" Princess Griffin first responded, because witches have not had a good reputation in the human world because they once followed the Dark Dragon, so they mostly live in seclusion. life. Auras such as evil, mystery, and conjecture are shrouded in their bodies, and many bedside stories in Warnnd use them as typical human beings to nurture them.

Princess Griffin, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, is no exception. She only frowned to show that she was well-maintained, of course, because the other party helped them once. It was not only Her Royal Highness Princess, but Earl Autin also raised her eyebrows slightly, but as a mature aristocrat, he was obviously much more aristocratic, and did not show the surprise in his heart.

"It's me, Lord Lord," the old lady in a black robe hiding the wrinkled face under the wizard's hat respectfully saluted Brando: "Don't worry, Lord Lord has helped in the past My old lady once, I once swore an oath in front of the Dark Dragon, and I must repay. Today I am here to repay, Lord Lord does not need to be concerned. "Barbasa looked at the crowd with a small eyeball, and answered, .

This is obviously a lie. When did he help her? Extortion was almost the same. However, Brando could more or less guess why the other party would help himself, and soon a voice in his heart confirmed the guess:

"My lord, don't doubt. We are your faithful followers. At this juncture in which history is about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom must first fulfill their promise."

Sure enough, when Barbasha predicted in Ridenburg that he would bring back the Dark Dragon, he only felt ridiculous. But things change. Later he really became the heir to Odin's inheritance, but he only got a fraction of that. In fact, it is not a real dark dragon, and I don't know how this old demon found himself.

"Huh!" There was another cold hum. "Brando, where did you get these messy allies, do you really want to be the dragon of darkness?" This was the voice after the wind.

Brando was startled, and did not expect to make a noise at this time after the wind. She and Odin were rivals, in other words, one of the enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up, but found that there was no strange look on Barbazaa's face, and then he settled down. It seems that Barbara's voice is just a magic effect, and she can't peep into his heart.

"It was clear that she came to the door. What mattered to me?" Brando replied aggrievedly.

"Huh. You take it for granted, don't get so proud of it." After the wind, he threw a sentence coldly, and then said nothing again. Brando's heart moved: "My lord after the wind, I thought you really didn't see me today."

"you……"

The elf sister gnashed her teeth and scolded Brando Pig ten times in her heart, and then decided that she would never care about this guy until the last minute.

Brando didn't realize he had offended the Wind Elves' sages once again. If he could, he must now be enough to standardize the temple's torture after the upper hand. "Babasha, how did you know all this?" He asked.

The old witch smiled mysteriously. "The master doesn't have to conceal it, as long as the deeds in the Black Prophecy haven't disappeared, we witches can read all the secrets from it. The Black Prophecy already predicted everything today, and the Dark Dragon will return to the earth.

"The Black Prophecy also said that Madara would rule the land, and the Twelve Branches of the Witch would be unified, which is not a shame." Brando was slandered. But he didn't want to be associated with these people, the witch did not have a good reputation in the world. To have a relationship with them is to acknowledge the identity of the Dark Dragon followers. The followers of the Dark Dragon saw Warnd under the rule of the Four Temples, and like the cultists, they were all yelled by street mice. "Are you mistaken?" He asked.

"No," Babasha seemed to have responded, and answered hurriedly, "Master is worried about identity? It doesn't matter, we will help you in secret and never reveal your identity-at least on the second judgment day prior to."

"What's that on the Second Judgment Day?" Brando thought that talking to these godlike witches would soon be half crazy. But if Babasha really does what she said. The witches were a pretty good help for him.

Witches and prophets are the earliest mortals in the world who possess magical powers. Ancient wizards realized the magic of mortals by developing magic in words and languages; their roots of power are actually the twelve moons reflected in the dark magic on the sky. Therefore, there are twelve different witches who walk on the earth in the world, like Roman's aunt is the magical moon of the constellation of the constellation of Lyra, the eternal witch of the horoscope. And the strongest one among Bunosun, the Witch Kingdom, is the Winter Witch of the Witch Throne.

Witches have been eroded by dark magic for a long time, so they become weird. Most of them are evil, cruel and murderous, but they also have some kind and rational existence, but without exception, they are followers of firm order. No matter how different the world is, it is impossible to deny this. They are as incompatible as the pagans.

That's why Brando will never go together with all things, but can accept the dark dragon heritage. For the same reason, he didn't mind Barbaza's help-as long as it didn't cause him trouble.

He groaned a bit: "Babasha, you said that the kingdom of winter responded to the promise, wasn't you alone in the dark sky?"

"Master, there are a few sisters with me," Barbasha replied.

The same dry faces suddenly appeared in Brando's mind. Because of his dark magic, witches like to hide in wild areas. Small kingdoms on the borders of civilizations like Eruin are their paradise, at least witches like Barbassa, he doesn't know much about Eruin.

In fact, Roman's aunt, Aunt Jenny, is a typical example. "What's their strength?"

"Basically similar to me, Master." Brando looked up, staring sharply at Babasha. "Babasha, you said that the Kingdom of Winter will respond to the promise of the Witch King to the Dark Dragon. Wouldn't there be only a few of you, Bunosun, in your mouth?"

"Of course not, they can't come only because of their own constraints. Master, please don't doubt our loyalty." Babasha was obedient, but somewhat indifferent.

Brando fully understood that he knew that the twelve witches were scattered on the ground, and he probably did not necessarily agree with each other's opinions. Although he is the inheritance of the Dark Dragon, the inheritance of the Dark Dragon is not necessarily only him. Barbazaa came to him, apparently for long-term investment.

This old witch is quite savvy, but at present, several silver-level witches such as Brando really look down on him, and he can't help but be disappointed. "Babasha, don't you think your power can help me?"

"Of course not," Babasha said quickly. "But Lord Lord, the power of the witch always emphasizes wisdom rather than strength. Difficulties cannot be solved by strength, but wisdom can be used to solve it."

In the next two sentences, Brando and Barbassa had no use of whispering magic, and Count Odin immediately spoke after listening: "In this case, old witch, what kind of wisdom did you bring to us?" He The tone is not polite, because the witch in the folk is almost synonymous with conspiracy, cunning and deception.

"Lord Lord, we can take you through this area and avoid the surveillance of the hawk banshee," Barbasha replied.

"Really?" Brando asked with a slight flash in his eyes. "You said you could take us through this area without being discovered by the troops of the Georgian?"

"Exactly."

"Whether it's south or north?" Brando demanded.

"Mr. Brando, what do you want to do?" Princess Griffin was frightened by the horror. She turned her head back and stared at Silver with her silver eyes widened. As if to know him again, surprised.

"Exactly ... exactly." There seemed to be more wrinkles on Baba's face, and she was thinking about something, but she was not lying.

"Babasha, how many people can you guarantee that this blockade will go undetected?" Brando ignored the others, and the line in his mind was getting clearer.

"No more than twenty people."

"I see," Brando nodded. "Her princess, the anchor key you gave me can be used to determine the anchor point for the El Royal Royal Fleet. How much magic is needed to activate it."

"Mr. Brando ..."

Griffin looked at him and whispered, "It's too risky ..."

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(PS: It was too late to play DOL last night, got up a bit late. 4000 words, continue to ask for votes.) ()

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