The Amber Sword: Act 184 Valhalla Offense and Defense III

Sasaarland's fleet already in the sky has been muted for a long time.

Across the huge battlefield, except for the purple wave on the ground, which still swept over Valhalla in a wave, the confrontation of the mid-air fleet fell into a strange silence.

Sasaarland The Air Ship with silver lights hovering in mid-air, the attack stopped, as if time had stopped.

And their opponents, the Trentheim's fleet is turning their heads. --'s huge silver fleet directly exposes the entire flank to the Sasaarland's -- and their muzzle is facing the ground.

This looks a bit weird, but it's actually being staged in front of everyone at this moment.

"What the **** is wrong?"

The offensive on the front battlefield is Crystalline Dominated by the army, but still not far away noble Coalition at this moment already Stuck in a perplexed situation.

The continuous changes on the battlefield have caught them off guard. for a moment can't even tell which side is the friendly and which side is the enemy?

At the moment when the noble coalition responded slowly.

Time still elapses in minutes and seconds.

In the captain's room of the Sasaarland's flagship -- Saint-Pachel, the atmosphere at this moment is even more bizarre than on the battlefield.

In the face of this youngster, Gonzales suddenly realized that he might have to make such a choice -- or he should have understood long ago that he suddenly appeared on the other side with magic staff 'Togriffin' When they were in front of him, he should know already.

The captain's room is silent.

It's hard to imagine that there was a steady stream here a moment ago. The soldiers and officers of various colors moved in and out, and the mappers constantly revised the map's markings. The command sound and announcement sound were noisy like a vegetable market.

"You can choose to die --"

Brando looked at Halo calmly for a week. Thirteen senior officers of the Sasaarland team shrank with subconsciously under his gaze. Only the garrison in red robes glared at him with squirting eyes. fire.

He let go of his hand, letting Holly's magic staff float in midair.

More than ten eyes fell on the magic staff.

"And let your fleet be buried with you."

"Is the fleet of great Sasaarland people mortal like you can resist!" The red robe wizard roared, raised the magic staff in his hand and pointed to Brando, and the crystal of the head of the magic staff radiated a bright light.

But his spell has not had time to make a move, Brando already lightly pointed at him, the power of Space seemed to be locked on the old Wizard, choking his lips, making him unable to move, Can't say a word.

Brando looked at the man lightly: "Only the people of the sky are high, because they are born with a different honor than mortals. Even if they fall into the dust today, you still don't want to give up the superior Arrogant -- "

"You can wage war and manipulate the fate of mortal kingdoms, but do you think Sasaarland people can not be held responsible for all this?"

He shook his head and smiled scornfully.

"Naive."

"Don't be too proud, Aouinian, you destroyed the Fleet of the Sky People, this matter will never be counted as --!" The old wizard suddenly coughed up blood, as if he had broken a part of Space Like, hissing yelled at Brando.

Brando didn't look at him. His eyes fell on the others. In this captain's room, no one dared to look at him except the arrogant Sasaarland wizard.

Even the middle-aged noble who was obviously Commander among these people, subconsciously kept silent and bowed his head.

"I never said that this thing would end here," his gaze fell back on the old wizard of wild and intractable, a bit unprecedentedly indifferent.

This should have been a pointless war.

But those who should not have fallen into this war have made unnecessary sacrifices for this.

Ike couple.

Eldest Prince.

A seriously injured Yula.

The life and death of Amandina.

There are no Eldest Princess sisters and Freya with no audio.

All of this should be attributed to this **** war, to the culprit who started it.

The thought of the upheaval of Lantolian and the death of the Ike couple, Brando had a heartache in his heart. He even remembered that before leaving Aouine, he intentionally reminded the couple to pay attention to their one's own schedule.

The tragedy of history should be avoided.

Aouine's Everything should be making progress on the bright side.

But a moment of negligence has produced such a bitter result.

Maybe he can be more careful.

Be more determined.

If the Aouine's chaos -- ended earlier before everything happened, he has the support of Eldest Princess, and Lantolian and Viero as allies, even Highland Knight will be kind to him, as an indispensable part of the political map of the kingdom In the corner, royalist is also willing to reconcile with him.

If he wants to.

He can rebuild the alliance of the former nobles, put an end to the chaos in the north and south, and let Aouine return to prosperity and unification.

Maybe that shouldn't happen.

But --

Really?

A happy Aouine, everyone seemed to have their own -- divided up enough benefits from the corpse of Anlieke.

Is that the ultimate goal of his return to this era?

No.

Brando shook his head firmly in his heart.

The future of Aouine should not be just that.

Maybe he still has ideals in his mind, maybe Eldest Princess is strong enough, or royalist is still willing to keep his promise.

But neither of them is Aouine.

As First King Eicht vowed under his sword:

‘I am under this sword, I take the oath of the saints --’

‘I will swear to lead my people -- to lead them away from strife and killing, away from the arrogance and greed of the empire noble; I swear to stop repeating this historical cold-blooded mistake! ’

‘I will make this new kingdom nobles obey chivalry -- fair and strict, upright and brave, kind and generous, and I make this vow and keep it for the rest of my life. ’

The powerful voice of the word is still echoing in an era like today.

Aouine's glory is bound to belong to such an era of innovation.

She will remove all obsolescence. Her successors, fair and stern, upright and brave, kind and generous, those youngsters will inherit the glory of the past, honor enough to take over that sacred banner.

They will not be royalist.

Because the old nobles can never bear such glory.

He understands that Her Highness the Princess will understand all of this after all.

As she finally understood in history.

Because she is with them, she is not destined to be alone.

It used to be too late.

But today, perhaps with different variables from the beginning.

"This is the value of my existence here," Brando raises head came and looked at the old wizard with a distorted face. As if they were the natural opposition between the new and old order, the two looked at each other indifferently: "I will realize all of this. Anyone who stands in front of me, --, will be wiped out no matter who he is."

"Haha ... ha," the old wizard heavily panted one breath, and looked at this self-spoken Aouine youngster like a madman: "It's like a mortal can never understand the vastness of the sky, it seems a fluke already Makes you start to fall ill ... you don't understand the power of Buga people at all. "

"You do n’t understand my power."

Brando coldly replied.

He looked back again, and looked indifferently at the others in the captain's room. "Sasaarland people are high, but you should understand that it is not you who are high, but as slaves, you must also share the last of the master. Glory? Even for them drop dead!, but God knows how important your sacrifice will be in their eyes? "

No one spoke.

A clock is displayed not far from the drawing table. The for a moment in the room where the needle can be heard is left with the monotonous and tedious response of the ticking hand.

Sasaarland's red robe wizard is also arrogant, let Brando inspire him before his subordinates, but it is did not say a word, watching this scene indifferently.

The magic staff suspended in the center of the cabin made him realize the failure of this trip.

But how can Sasaarland people be afraid of failure?

Not to mention mortal.

The pride of the people of the sky comes from the power that their generations have grasped. Such power is an immutable truth within the reach of it.

Everyone understands what happens to them if they refuse.

The terrible youngster in front of him killed everyone, including Hollis, and even brought back his magic staff 'Togriffin', which is high above them, they can only look up to the gods. Average character.

However, in this unknown battlefield, it turned into the dust of history.

Everyone spit on subconsciously.

The respected officers looked at each other and looked at each other, and finally everyone's eyes fell on Gonzales.

Nashiva Count gave a bitter cough, and stood up from the seat of one's own.

"I acknowledge the victory of Aouinian, and I hope ... my colleagues and I will enjoy at least the last decent."

This is surrender.

But Brando shook his head.

Under everyone's attention, he slowly said, "I think you have made a mistake. This is not the battlefield of the human nations. Please take a look outside the porthole and see you. Who is his enemy. "

"This is a war, it has never begun, it may never end, gentlemen, you and I have heard all the legends about it, and whenever this time, as the people of Marsha , could it be that shouldn't we stand together and fight side by side? "

"Please ask yourself, who should your enemies be, and what should you guard for? You could it be that will help you in this way, destroy all hope with your own hands, and turn this world into ashes. Is this what you want?"

"This is Holy War. It is the final war between all nations of order and civilization and Twilight's. Gentlemen, you should understand that it is not Aouinian, but you that the -- Sasaarland people really betrayed."

Brando grabbed magic staff ‘togriffin’ and threw it forward. The silver magic staff branches landed on armor plates, and rolled to the feet of Gonzales.

"Hello Commander, go ahead and order your fleet, my -- Count of Tonigel, on behalf of Aouinian, here to ask for the help of the Bansiya people. If you still remember the sacred vow, please let your warrior turn the finger, let us Fight for a common victory! "

"Sir ..."

Gonzalez for a moment was choked.

The two-faced already, the somewhat white fleet, Commander subconsciously turned back, his eyes glanced at the one by one from one's own colleagues.

At this moment.

They may not dare to remember the vow.

Maybe I can't help remembering that vow.

But the ages when the nations on the earth fought side by side and abandoned all stereotypes for a common ideal did seem to be very, very long.

It's as far away as a legend.

Remember the vows of yesteryear?

No matter how dark and sinking --

But those who rise up have finally won.

"I ..." Lord Count never expected that one's own sound would be so husky and dry: "We ... understand, thank you, sir."

Brando waved his hand.

He finally glanced at the red robe wizard fixed in midair, as if looking at a dead fish, then turned and walked out of the captain's room.

...

Everything is gone.

The footsteps of kā chā kā chā are still diffused in the darkness, and the sound of splashing water is permeating the smell of blood flowing into the river.

A distant and hissing mourning, a loud noise from the overturning of giants, trees burning, and a mortal, crisp sound when the Barkskin peels off.

Distant and ancient legends continue today ...

He seems to see such a picture roll -- in the dark

The blazing flames redden the sky, and the golden red clouds in the night, the fire and rain are falling from the sky.

A round of huge moon staring at this cracked land behind the clouds, lava spreading from below the surface, and on the vast battlefield, the giants shining with the stars are conducting with their enemies The final deadly fight.

The father of the giant bit his ankle for Giant Wolf Fenrir. The black shadow suddenly enveloped the pale moon. The giant's sons scattered and fled, and a tall and changing silhouette came to the dying giant holding the giant spear. before.

Countless voices screamed, as if the picture of Judgment Day.

The burning spear pierced the giant's father's chest.

"We should have won ..."

The heavy footsteps suddenly stopped.

Before that faint consciousness finally diffused.

Andrea stared silently at the body of this middle-aged human male in front of it. Baron Dahl stared blankly at the sky, as if the last despair and unwillingness remained.

Hi -- or this already should not be called human creature. His face is not like human beings with silver grey, and a nasty crystalline spine -- grows on the loose skin. This terrible monster was still at the last moment of his life. The scary moment at that moment still remained on his face, and his mouth opened wide, but he could not make a final sound from his throat.

Because a light spear had pierced its chest from front to back, fixing its deceased body on the ground at an angle to its body.

The girl looked down at the scene with her head down, her face looked a bit indifferent among the good looks under her silver face armor.

Her gaze is not so much looking at the things in front of her, but rather hovering in a longer memory.

In a loud noise, the burning trunk in the distance is falling, and the final shock of Crystalline's army reached the third line of defense of Valhalla.

Countless roaring flames and fireworks are rising from the purple ocean.

Then a mountains call, seas roar-like cheer erupted behind her.

In the sky, both the Trentheim and Sasaarland fleets are slowly turning their heads, neatly listing a battle line.

The two fleets are converging --

That's where the Crystalline army can finally reach.

Even if you do n’t have to look back, Andrea understands that the Twilight's army is beginning to retreat, her cloak flutters slightly, and the fragmented cloth seems to be able to sweep across the battlefield.

They are the shadows of the earth.

It is the nightmare of the gods.

But they are not without rivals.

"And we," Andrea said softly. She looked far away from raises head: "There are still them, you can defeat your master. What Dragon of Twilight gives you is just a dream."

"Victory, already is not far ..."

While talking, the girl slowly extend the hand, holding the one's own spear and pulling it back.

Baron already lost any living body, a crackling sound was heard in the chest, and the whole person slowly fell forward to the ground.

His body slowly melted, as if mercury was flowing on the ground, then dried up and turned into a silver powder, which was rolled up by a whirlwind and scattered in the wind.

Energy.

Twilight Race descendants born from Mana, their energy is immortal, they are endless.

They have destroyed the kingdom of giants in the wars of yesteryear.

However, in this never-ending war, they also have such enemies.

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