The Amber Sword - 785

On the steep ice cliff, both sides stood still for a while. Seibers was condescending, and the cold wind blew the ice dust and formed a white whirlpool behind him. The scene seemed extremely quiet, and even time was frozen. The king of the frost knight from the era of the war of the saints quietly groaned: “I am Who?” The voice seemed to be an chant, echoing in the wind. He slowly raised the blood-red stabbing sword in his right hand, moving softly like a dream, but at the moment he raised his hand, an invisible wave of air blasted from the blade. When it shoots out, the wind blade separates the ice dust powder forward, and heads straight to the front Medissa with a slightly inclined angle. Where it passes, the air forms a cyclone after the stroke it passes due to the turbulence.

“Spiritual Shield!” The little silver elf princess frowned and gave a low voice. A translucent spherical grid-shaped shield appeared in front of her instantly; it seemed that the wind blade had reached her in front of her with a loud bang. The air blade slammed into the shield frontally, and the translucent grid flashed randomly. The air blade squeezed, deformed, and separated to the sides on the shield, hitting the ground behind her, leaving behind on the glacier. Two deep scratches nearly ten meters long.

When the warrior level reaches the elemental level, there will be an additional extension option for basic swordsmanship-the use of skill and power to compress air to form a wind blade, attack the enemy within a hundred feet range, and then the warrior’s melee attack will be extended to a long range. Generally speaking, a swordsman who has just entered the field of elemental civilization can have a range of about one hundred feet, and at the peak stage of elemental civilization, the range will not exceed two hundred feet.

The distance between Medissa and Cebos is a full 100 meters.

“You are Cybers! Why are you here!?” Metisa raised her head and asked in disbelief.

“Oh, I recognize you, little princess—” Seibers raised his head slightly and smiled slightly: “Time—light—Ever—ran, what is the meaning of past memories, history, dust, and worthless. Who am I, little princess, I am a wandering soul, what a feast, there are whispers in the north wind.”

“Cerbers, you turned yourself into an undead!?” Metissa gritted her teeth and stared at the lord of the Frost Knight with silver eyes, one of the highest among the Miner people: “You actually Depraved like this…”

“A silly agreement,” Cebbs replied faintly, “Not smarter than the trivial matters of mortals, nor stupid than the worries of sages, honor, sacrifice, and worthless.”

“Perseverance,” Metisa snapped out the word word by word: “Whose agreement did you make, the dragon of darkness? Cerbers, you still guard the secrets of the Miner, you know that it’s impossible for you anymore. Making a comeback…”

Seibers glanced at the little princess of the silver elf, his indifferent eyes seemed as if the world was a dust in his eyes, and even his pledge of guardianship itself was meaningless. The past and the future were all vain. He suddenly removed the blade that was resting on Peya’s neck, and then slowly drew a line in front of him:

“Life, death, take this as the world, mortal, go back, the things I protect are too heavy for you, death is a straight line in my opinion, but in your eyes it is passing away and parting. This It’s the ferry above the river Styx. While the triviality of the world still has color in your eyes, go back—”

There was silence.

Cerbers, the name that Jomedisa said did not mean anything to the others present, but then Brando’s words were enough to make them understand the weight of the name: “Be careful, he is Cerbers Anzu , The Frost Knight lord of the Miner, one of the leaders of the final battle, you Cruz should know him. You gave him a title, the lone wolf on the high ground, the servant of Winter—”

“It’s him!” Veronica, Mephistopheles, and Laurenna all changed their expressions. The lady of the army commander in the sky even subconsciously pulled out the sharp sword from the sheath, Shiduo screamed in fright, even The eldest son of the prince who was suspected of being facial paralyzed couldn’t help raising his eyebrows. Nothing else, whether it is a friend or an enemy, Seibers is still the hero of the previous era, and his famous era is the most magnificent period in the history of Vaughan.

To be polite, Veronica and Mephistopheles are not even children in front of Cebbs.

“Metisa, how is it?” Brando asked again in a low voice.

“I’m not at the pinnacle level on the side of truth, but his strike seems to be a test…” Medissa stretched out her right hand, and the white light formed a long silver shuttle in the palm of her hand. But she seemed a little nervous: “Lord, Seibers was far more powerful than this before he was alive, he—”

“I know.” Brando interrupted her. “I know, the point is that you are fine.”

Medissa opened her mouth and did not answer, but her heart felt warm.

Brando raised his head and looked at the lord of the Miner who was condescending to look at them. He used to call the wind and the rain, and he can still find the meaning of power and majesty in him.

“Master Saint Osor.” He called in his heart.

“The king of the Frost Knight transformed himself into an undead under the constraint of his oath, and his strength saved at most less than a quarter of his lifetime. No, this thing is no longer considered Seibers, at best it can be regarded as a deed The body trapped by obsession. But it must have inherited some of the body’s abilities during his lifetime, and the vow transformation itself will also give the undead a power that is not the same as the ordinary undead. You have also seen the white knight Alberton, Be careful, Brando, the strength of this body is far more than you can see.” Saint Ossor reminded him in his heart.

But she suddenly stopped, “Brando… he seems to have found me…”

“It’s impossible,” Brando was stunned for a while. He never believed that anyone could see through the world of thinking. Even if there were, it would not be Seibers: “Master Saint Ossore, you are—”

“He seems to have something in his hand that can be connected with me. Only the dead can understand the nostalgia of the living. He sensed my existence through that thing…” Saint Ossor was slightly in Brando’s spiritual world. With a frown, Brando interrupted somewhat hastily.

“Something related?”

“Wait, I understand, it’s the ring behind the wind…” Saint Ossore suddenly took a breath: “No, I was mistaken, that thing is not on him, it is on the little girl!”

“Little girl?” Brando suddenly reacted: “You mean Peia?”

After the wind, he nodded slowly.

Brando raised his head, just in time to see Seibers turning towards him. His eyes were golden, but his eyes were sharp as a sword, but Brando’s body was cold; the king of the frost knight seemed to look What happened, the eyebrows moved slightly, but the look on his face was still indifferent: “What a dream, the elves of Lothar Yavin, the elves of Alfheim, gathered here today; flames and dust, What you are looking for is the ashes of rebirth from the ruins, mortals, really blind and ignorant.”

Only Brando and St. Osor understood the meaning of these words. The fog elves came from Lothar Avin on the Peak of Howling, and the silver elves came from the Yalf Sea in the Holy Silver Valley. Humm, they respectively referred to Metisa and Saint Osor, but this is only a secret that a few people know. Brando saw the little silver elf princess look back at herself with a strange expression.

Veronica was a little nervous. Few people saw the legionnant lady clenching the sword in her hand, her body as tight as a bowstring. Every time the undead of Seibers made subtle movements, she was strong. She resisted the violent; she even shivered slightly, her reaction was not exaggerated. As the highest power in the Cruz Empire, she maintained a good relationship with the Temple of Flame. No one knew the King of the Frost Knight better than her. What is behind the title.

Seibers had personally fought against Gilt, King of Flames, and Gilt was lucky enough to retreat. This is the record in the poetry of the blue. You are not mistaken, it was the King of Flames that was lucky to retreat. As one of the nine most powerful Miner lords under the dark dragon Odin, Seibers was once the most difficult enemy of the Four Saints in history.

But Seibers only glanced at her.

“Little girl, do you understand what it means to aim a weapon at a stranger in our etiquette?” The ghost of the knight smiled carelessly and asked faintly.

“Cybers, I am the descendant of Gilt, King of Flames. You and I are enemies and not friends. You should understand my pride—” Veronica took a breath and replied in a low voice.

“I, I understand your pride.” Seibers nodded: “Eagle-like pride. It should spread its wings in the sky, not in the shadows. You are from Cruz. I will give you a fight. When he finished speaking, he put Fingus the Soul Catcher into his sheath, handed Sina the Frostsinger to his right hand, and raised the blade.

“Come and challenge me, like your ancestors a thousand years ago, honor, loyalty, worthless, but that’s your choice.”

“Legion Commander!”

“Legion commander!” Shiduo and Laurenna said at the same time. They knew the temper of this lady commander. If she had decided, she would really fight this terrible undead here today. Veronica stretched out her hand to stop her two subordinates and replied: “Sito, Laurenna, remember, the Miner people are always enemies of the civilized world. We are the descendants of the King of Flames. We did not forgive them. right–”

When Veronica raised the sword, Brando was in a heated discussion with St. Osor.

“Brando, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t think we need to really fight him.”

“Do you really think so?”

“Wait and see.”

Brando raised his head and suddenly called Veronica: “Wait.”

He turned his head back, facing Cebbs, and asked loudly, “I know who you are, Lord of the Frost Knights, I even understand why you are waiting here. It’s been a thousand years, Cebbs, it’s time, I know who you are waiting for. Cerbers, that heritage has returned from under the abyss of darkness, let us go, we are not extraordinary, let us open the door to your treasure house—”

Seibers was startled slightly.

He lowered his head.

……(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)