The Amber Sword - 1029

The dim candlelight spread along the direction of the curtain. At the end of the light was a beauty like ice sculpture. The face emerging from the darkness resembled the dusty ice fairy described in mythology, but the straight nose and chin seemed to be Sculpted with a chisel, every line was slender. She was looking at a young man in front of her, occasionally a faint blue light flashed in the depths of her eyes. The young man was sitting on a grey-fluttering wooden box, frowning tightly, holding his cheek in one hand, elbows on his thighs, and unconsciously running over the dust with his brightly polished riding boots. Shards of glass.

The sharp shards gleamed in the candlelight, like pearls in the gravel.

“Greta, you seem to be very impatient?” The woman’s voice seemed to come from under the abyss of the nightmare, like a piercing icy wind blowing across, everything froze wherever it passed, and gave out a rustle that made mortal hair stand upright. The rustling sound. But the young man called Greta is not a mortal. To be precise, he is a dead person. Dead people don’t feel cold because they have no body temperature at all. Greta raised his head when he heard this question. Come, watch the banshee king with the beating, crimson soul fire like surging blood plasma.

He immediately showed an elegant smile, which was more than the smile on the face of the most gentleman among humans, but it appeared out of place on a cold, stiff face without the slightest blood. But it doesn’t make people feel weird at all, on the contrary, it makes people feel like a spring breeze. “You don’t know, Ms. Alvette, I didn’t want to come to this place where birds don’t shit from the beginning. The undead with the least taste is a hundred times less tasteful. Excuse me, don’t you feel bored in this kind of place?” In the future, Madara’s sword of the empire will be called the strongest swordsman after Darus. The man opened his hands and asked.

“I am neither bored nor not bored. That kind of thing doesn’t make any sense to me, but I know you are not worried about this, but the person you are about to meet.” Alvette replied indifferently. road.

“Yes, because he is the owner of this place, he can be a more terrifying existence than a place that is a hundred times less tasteful than the least tasteful undead. It is the owner of this place. I hope he will never give it back to himself. The masterpiece is complacent, it is even more, extremely terrifying.”

“Actually, what do you have to worry about? I saw that person. Before he died, we had a relationship. At that time, he was also a mortal, but his blood was more noble. He was a Miner. , Nothing more.”

“How many years have you lived, ma’am?”

“I thought you should ask, how many years have you died–”

“Okay, when I didn’t say it.” The young man asked helplessly, “Have you really met that person?”

Yarwei nodded her head: “I saw him in Yas Bay about a thousand or two hundred years ago, but at that time we were all in a hurry, but I knew who he was, but he didn’t know who I was. ”

“What was he like at that time, was it as scary as the rumors?”

“Could it be that you are afraid of him?” The Banshee King asked rhetorically.

“Does it look like I am not afraid?” Greta was slightly startled, and couldn’t help but lower his head to check his appearance, wanting to know where he was behaving wrong.

“You look scared, but the undead can’t feel the real fear—”

“Failure.” The young man sighed: “He is a prophet. He has witnessed the demise of the empire with his own eyes. For a thousand years, he has watched the decline and expulsion of his ethnic group, being forgotten by Martha, and seeing the past. All the splendor disappeared invisible, the wind and sand buried the relics of an era in the back of history, but he was indifferent. Does he have no power — no, according to the legend, he has the power to destroy the world, in Maldos, His status is second only to the Dark Dragon. No, maybe even higher. It’s just not known to others. As long as he takes action, the four sages will have no chance of winning, but he is indifferent. What is he thinking? ”

“What are you thinking?” Alvette glanced at Greta in surprise. “These things have nothing to do with you.”

“I’m thinking, such a person must keep a secret, and this secret can answer all the answers. Didn’t the person who let us come here prove this?” Greta said enthusiastically.

“I thought your curiosity would not be so exuberant.”

“It’s so boring, ma’am, but I admire you for your tight-lipped lips.”

The Banshee King stared at the dead man with dark blue eyes until the latter flinched.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t say it. Anyway, I think someone like you who has lived for a thousand or hundreds of years will not know anything,” Greta said helplessly. “But I’ve been here all the time. Thinking about a question, it should have been in the war sixty years ago that countries should have seen some corresponding things, how can they remain indifferent until now, is there something that happened during this period that we don’t even know? ?”

“what?”

“I mean,” Greta stood up suddenly, and gestured: “Don’t you think this looks like a tense spectrum?”

Alvette looked at the man in confusion.

Greta scratched the messy hair like hay, and explained: “Why didn’t they solve the problem all at once, and save all the conflicts until today, I mean the Queen of Cruz, I If I remember correctly, during the second holy war, the Dragons and Buga should be present. They could handle the matter perfectly, but they chose to remain indifferent and even contributed to the development of the situation. If it weren’t for them, where would they be today? Your Majesty the Queen?”

Alvette frowned slightly, as if not interested in it. “Maybe they are happy to see it happen, maybe they are also very confused. You have to understand that since a thousand years ago, the Four Temples have stood on the side of justice. This justice is by no means verbal justice, nor is it hypocritical. , If they can’t stand at this point, they will lose their morality, just like today’s Temple of Flame—whether it is Protestant or Old Church priests and bishops, they can still perform divine arts. Gaining strength in the way of flames shows that the morality in their hearts is not skewed, but their positions are different.”

“You seem to know their doctrine very well?” Greta’s eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new world.

But Alvette shook his head impatiently and denied: “If you witness one by one from the birth of these four temples to today’s history, you will understand more.”

Greta showed a look uglier than crying: “Madam, although I understand that you are qualified to say that, can you not always use this to talk about things, it hurts my self-confidence-experience and experience can make a person Become extremely wise, and years and time not only leave no trace on you, but add your glory and charm. I know this is very enviable, but if you always show off like this, I will not be able to stand it. of.”

Alvette didn’t say a word about Greta’s clichés, apparently used to this young man’s way of speaking.

The latter did not get a response from her, but was not discouraged at all, and continued: “But I agree with one of your views, maybe they are also very confused, but if Her Majesty is the destined hero, then they are so confused. What about?”

“Some things have not happened, no one can say that bad is right or wrong—”

“In other words, is there another possibility?”

The Banshee King suddenly turned his head and asked coldly: “What are you trying to say?”

“It’s nothing,” Greta smiled slightly. “It’s just a statement. After all, you should have seen the real heroes, such as the four sages, Ms. Alvette?”

“Almost. In that era, I had heard some of their legends, but I didn’t really meet them.”

“Where is the King of Flames?”

“He is special. That young man is full of infinite possibilities. It is appropriate for those bards to describe his life as a miracle.”

“In that case, the King of Flames is indeed a legend,” Greta asked again: “Ms. Alvette, do you think anyone in this world can truly foresee the future?”

“There is one where you are.”

“No,” Greta shook his head. “That person’s foresight of the future is at best a kind of revelation. The prophet can see bizarre sights from the revelation. These sights are chaotic and messy, but they are only a corner of the future. No matter, they can see these fragments, but they are powerless to change. What I’m talking about is, if someone can see the future and change its occurrence—”

“Unless the person you are talking about is a god, it is said that in the ancient times, the people of the gods had this ability.” Alvette replied coldly.

After hearing these words, Greta stopped talking, lowered his head and began to think. After a short while, a huge dust-covered door in front of them suddenly made a creaking muffled noise, and then slowly opened to the sides. There was no one behind the giant door, as if it was self-conscious. , Automatically greet guests from afar.

Alvette and Greta both raised their heads at the same time, and saw an old man with a crouched body slowly walking out of the darkness behind the door. The old man was wearing a robe and holding a most common wooden staff, walking up. Lu Lai trembled, like a candle in the wind. The lamp will run out at any time. But when Tarrig saw him, he couldn’t help standing in awe. Some people are sung by people in legends, but some people are legends themselves, just like the one in front of him. As early as an era ago, his story was in Warnder. As many as stars, his name, whether it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, is enough to shock anyone’s mind.

Although it was just the name of a Miner who was too ordinary to be ordinary, it didn’t even need to be narrated in words, and it had already resounded loudly in the dark.

Even Greta couldn’t help but bowed his head deeply under the onyx-like gaze.

But only Alvette stood still.

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The sun’s brilliance across the sky west of Metz does not stay on the inherent trajectory for a moment due to anyone’s attention. It is like a flaming meteor, falling to the western sea and sky of the mainland at an irretrievable speed. The end. When a certain inherent moment has passed, the silver woodland is no longer sunny, but is stained with a light red glow, and the dusk is clearly hidden in the western sky, and the stars are like diamond powder dotted in light purple. Sunset clouds above the background.

The knights of the White Legion are escorting the undead army through the Golden Needle Valley for the last part of the journey. The knight commander Maruoli looked up at the sky. The time was just right. Although the valley was empty for a long time, the mountain people continued to move north. The southern side of Valachit firmly attracted the attention of the incompetent nobles in Fattan Harbor, but no one wanted to spend the night in this forest full of weird legends, especially with such a huge pile of bones. .

Although they are the bravest knights, there is nothing wrong with them, but most of the legends in this forest come from the creepy stories of the mountain people, those from the previous era, and the lines are full of awe-inspiring mystery.

He raised his hand and gestured to the knights around him-the last section of the valley is in front of him. The slowly undulating ridges form a narrow pass, which is the most complex terrain here, and it is also very suitable for ambushes. Although this place has long been uninhabited, out of a cautious nature, he felt that it was safer to send scouts to investigate in accordance with Cruz’s military code.

Ma Ruoli understands this deeply. The reason why Lord Duke has a fancy that he allows himself to perform this important task is because he has fancyed his prudent temperament. This kind of character is too indecisive for a commander, but this situation is suitable for the moment. Anyway, he never thought that he would be promoted one step higher. The knight commander is already considered a relatively good player in the ranks of the empire. He is satisfied with the position.

The knights were all his own guards, quickly understood what he meant, and set off. Ma Ruoli noticed that when the Earth Travelling Dragon passed through the forest, it didn’t even startle any birds. This was not a good sign, and it made him frown deeply.

Sure enough, just a moment later, he heard a roar from his own guards, followed by the roar of horses and horses. With years of marching experience, he even distinguished the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air.

“There is an ambush!”

The knight’s voice and the voice in his head rang at the same time.

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