The Amber Sword - 1091. Chapter 1091 Act Two Hundred and Thirty Nine

The soft claws landed on the slate comfortably, the pads under the soles were squeezed and deformed, and then four sharp nails tapped the ground lightly, and the silver hairs stretched out in the opposite direction of the muscle force.

A giant silver beast stepped gracefully out of the darkness.

The dark Kou Hua lightly supported it and fell from its back. Her long ebony-like hair was fluttering and fluttering. She looked back and saw that the small temple was gloomy in the darkness.

“This is really the most interesting human I have ever seen. It’s a pity that he still knows too little about our world. He doesn’t understand that the moment has come. This person is still fooled.”

“He’s a good man.” The silver giant wolf actually opened the mouth, and the girl’s voice was like a string of silver bells falling on the ground, clinking.

“Perhaps, but this era is good or bad.”

“Sister,” the giant wolf shook his head: “Can’t we just stay away from the war and not ask about the world? Do you remember how we promised Lord Milos?”

Dark Kouhua stretched out his hand, gently stroked the giant wolf’s cheek, and stared at its emerald green eyes full of compassion: “But we can’t help but choose. It’s back, my dear sister, listen to—”

The giant wolf was silent, calm as ice in his emerald eyes.

Dark Kouhua closed his eyes and replied: “The horns rang through the dark clouds, and the darkness tumbling and spreading, covering the moonlight, they screamed, rushed, and came to this world…”

The girl’s voice is so melodious and melodious, like a poem and song blooming in the dark and deep world.

But the scene it describes is so cold to the bones, dark and cruel, desperate and gloomy, as if the north wind is howling, freezing everything in the world.

Two esotericists wearing jet black robes walked out of the corner and were surprised to meet this strange combination of a giant wolf and a girl. They couldn’t help but stop subconsciously and look here.

The girl opened her eyes.

She was smiling, and her eyes, which were black and white, were insightful colors.

“Never mind,” she said: “It depends on his care for you, but also on the face of these blood crystals. I will help him one last time.”

“Also let the mortals see how the dusk comes—”

Only then did the two esotericists who were at a loss reacted, looked at each other vigilantly, and drew their sharp swords from under their robes: “Who?”

Dark Kouhua ignored them at all, as if there was only dust in front of him.

She stepped forward quietly, drew her neck slightly, her eyes reflected the brilliance of the silver moon, as if she saw the nostalgia and piety of her hometown.

His bare toes were on the ground, and his fingers clasped tightly. They were white without a trace of dust.

She opened her mouth slightly, revealing her sharp white canine teeth. At this moment, as if time had froze, the eyes of the two esotericists clearly reflected a graceful creature who was howl facing the moon, and the girl had raised her head and let out a sound from the depths of her heart. The cry of the wild–

“Woooooo-”

“Woooooo-”

A drop of water fell off the trickle of time, passed down the long river of fate, broke through the shackles of the law, and landed on the surface of this world.

Among the ruins of the Queen’s Quarter, a humanoid insect covered in armor suddenly stopped. It turned its head and looked towards the sky with complicated compound eyes.

The dark clouds are tossing–

The black veil pierced through the flawless moonlight, piece by piece, the huge silver moon was losing a corner, and then degraded to a string, half cut, and the string was lowered, and finally only a touch of the hook remained until it was swallowed by the darkness, pitch black. In the night sky, only a circle of silver lines was left.

A low sob echoed in the sky, as if the horn was sounding, resounding thousands of miles, low and low, sweeping. The sound gradually joined into one piece, forming a roar of thunder, like countless evil spirits galloping above the dark clouds, roaring.

“Woooooo-”

Thousands of years later, people saw the wolves running in the sky again.

The two esotericists were stunned. They looked around at a loss. They kept claiming to destroy this decadent world, but when they really faced this end, there was no ecstasy in their hearts, only despair. It rises, and there is pitch black in his eyes.

The galloping black mist passed through their bodies, and with a click, the two of them seemed to be picked up by a giant beast. Their bodies were raised unnaturally and folded in half, as if countless sharp teeth tore through their flesh and blood and lifted them high. Throw it up, the blood rain flying.

The pitch-black giant wolves are running wildly in the fog, and they sometimes turn into entities, and sometimes they turn into diffuse fog.

“Woooooo-”

“Woooooo-”

In all directions, countless voices echoed the long howl of the young girl Kou Hua.

They are wolves.

Walk before dusk in Vaughan.

…

Between the mountains and forests of the ring of trade wind, lies an ancient dream. It turns into an invisible power and walks on the mountains and forests, constantly looking back and repeating, like an ancient will, Indulge in the bizarre past time.

Above the misty forest, the ancestral beast woven from fog is slowly stopping. It turned its head on the twelve heads above the clouds and stared at this familiar land.

Thousands of years.

For thousands of years.

It remembered that a group of elves had passed by, it had encountered a strange wizard, it had encountered a knight who dared to bargain with it, and a sneaky guy, a little guy that it didn’t care much about, a woman. , Another woman.

Many memories of the past reappear in this dream.

Then the body of this giant beast began to become illusory, as if the wind was blowing the clouds, and the mist also dissipated. The twelve ancestral beasts gradually faded above the clouds, and finally turned into a few clouds of smoke, across the sky. Above.

That invisible and majestic power.

Completely disappeared from above the foggy forest.

“Boom—”

In the fir collar far beyond the Black Forest, all the Senjas felt their hearts beat for the first time, as if something important was happening invisible, and countless people were awakened from their sleep.

They put on their clothes and rushed out, only to see the girl who taught them and worked as a therapist in the village standing in the middle of the village.

“Miss Sophia!”

“Everyone, please stop.” The girl turned her head, her face under her snow-white hood looked particularly sacred at this moment: “Please remember my words, and follow the footsteps of your lord firmly.”

“Only he can save all this—”

She stretched her hand forward, and the world of dreams spread out from under her feet. It was a world independent of the outside world. Its name was Bunosson, the Kingdom of the North Wind.

A great will is staying on the other side of the world.

In the misty canyon.

The heavy fog seemed to have been given life, and it surged. After the fog, the huge eyelid was slowly opening, revealing an indifferent and beautiful pupil.

That emerald green, the hole penetrates the heart.

“Martha–”

The low voice muttered to himself.

The mountains roared.

Above the sea of trees, the elves and druids were shocked to see that the meteorological anomaly of the entire trade wind ring was undergoing drastic changes, the cloud ring disappeared, the mountains of Valhalla collapsed one after another, and a giant beast shook his hair. Slowly stood up among the gravel.

This elegant creature seems to be a legend that has stepped down from the Cangzhi epic. It raised its head, howled at the moon, and stepped on the peninsula on all fours, and its huge body was connected to the sky and under the ground.

She has a name in the most distant legends and myths.

The gods called her Esis.

After the wolves.

…

The bishop’s face has completely changed.

The crystals in front of him are turning into ashes, which means that half of Rusita’s control has been lost. He thought it was just a small revenge, but within ten minutes, his confidence was Was completely defeated.

“How did they do it!”

“How did they do that!?”

The believers are also in chaos, and wolves are walking in the world. This is the scene before the end of the world, but how can so many things happen to come together?

“Master Bishop, you have to think of a way!”

“What can be done? What can be done!?” The master bishop clenched his fist, his nails were almost pinched into the flesh, he screamed: “No way! Only speed up the ceremony!”

“But you can’t summon a complete body like that.” The person behind changed his face.

“That’s too late.”

The bishop’s face was terrible. This sudden scene completely disrupted his arrangement. Now he finally figured out the sacredness of the opponent, but he never dreamed that the revenge of a little nobleman from Eruin was so terrible. .

He regretted it in his heart, and he had known it a long time ago that he should be more cautious. Although the Lord Dragon Queen’s order must be fulfilled, but… at least it can be more secretive and more perfect.

However, the regret in this world is only a bitter aftertaste, and there is no chance to start over.

“Even if it’s incomplete…” The bishop squeezed his fist like a wrinkled orange, gritted his teeth and said: “That’s enough–”

He stared fiercely at the round of silver lines in the dark night sky, which looked like a spectacular scene formed by the superposition of two moons, but the previous moon was as black as ink, as if it were just shadows.

“Twilight, twilight, no, twilight… but that’s all.”

This is a plan for the number of shepherds for thousands of years, and they must succeed.

Since they broke with the ring of the world, they have been continuously implementing their own propositions. What truth will be, what world tree organization, what land legion, what arbitrators are all useless.

The people of God have failed again and again.

Only they can save all of this, born from withering and ashes, the balance between everything and nature, cruel and fragile——

Doesn’t the druids’ creed originate from this?

…

“It must be reported to Her Majesty—”

Casset’s words came to an abrupt end.

He saw a little silver light, as if it was coming from the distant sky.

The mobs were pushing each other and backing away from each other, a blood-colored Cthulhu son was torn into pieces by the black mist, and the green light in the surging black mist reflected the meaning of ice cold.

“That’s a wolf…” his adjutant said in surprise behind him.

“I know.” The flame knight’s mood was much lower than before: “Have you read the poetry of the blue?”

“what?”

“Have you read the poetry of the blue!” Cassett turned his head back fiercely, grabbed the latter by the collar, and asked loudly, “Idiot?”

“Under…under…” The adjutant was obviously frightened.

“That’s a wolf, do you know?”

“I……”

“The wolf walks before the dusk,” the flame knight’s eyes showed a look of despair: “The dragon of the dusk is not dead… we are over…”

The silver light in his eyes was getting brighter.

The black mist spread over the refugees’ heads like a tide, rushing towards the city wall, with countless sharp teeth hidden in it. When they passed over the soft human body, like invisible sharp blades, they set off waves of blood.

The screams came and went one after another.

The soldiers’ faces were pale, and this kind of war was beyond their imagination.

The Yanjuan knight pushed away his adjutant, who staggered backwards, he drew his long sword, and the sword light shone like a shooting star. “Go down.”

“Master Knight?” The adjutant was stunned.

“Get off!” Cassett roared: “This is not where you should stay!”

“But……”

“No but.” The knight patted his chest and replied proudly: “I am Casset (the Knight of Lotschell), and I drive the forerunner for the King of Flames (one of the 120 knights), here (This place), it should be the place where my bones are buried (it is the place where the sword is broken).”

The words of the ages overlap each other, as if two voices resounded above the city wall at the same time.

It is the oath of Yanjuan.

Everyone seemed to see an illusory figure merged into Cassett’s body, as if they saw a hundred and twenty knights swearing by the sword on the plain of Saint White thousands of years ago, following that great figure all their lives.

“Go down.”

Cassett made a backhand sword, and a red light curtain rose from behind him, and the black mist rose high behind him, and countless terrifying giant wolves were tumbling and grinding their teeth.

The light curtain creaked immediately.

The knight’s face paled: “Quick, I can only support it for a moment.”

The soldiers were so frightened that their legs were weak, and weeping and rolling down the stairs. Only the adjutant turned his head—he was at least a knight. At this moment, the courage in his heart defeated the fear of death, and then he also saw a little silver light.

This silver light was no different from that in the eyes of the flame knight.

“Are you still going?” Casset roared.

“My lord, that’s…”

“Crack—”

A giant wolf almost the size of a tower smashed the light curtain behind Cassett, opened a huge black mouth, and bit at the flame knight half body.

But before it had time to close its upper and lower jaws, a silver thread had already pierced through the back of its head.

The adjutant opened his mouth wide.

One person, one horse, four hooves of a horse flying in the air, the knight holding a spear, like a ray of silver light, the long shuttle in his hand is straight forward, the black mist is flying, and a silver hair is flying in the air like the passing moonlight.

“A Thousand Army——”

“–one strike!”

Medissa’s voice resounded over the fortress.

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