The Amber Sword: Act 495 Final Battle VI

Marshall stared at the forest on the hillside. The forest gave the sapphire mountains a deep black color in winter. A group of patrol soldiers were slowly sliding down the woods on the hillside. Only a few people were intact armour, but the jersey was already broken Hanging like rags, some people use sharpened sticks as weapons, and everyone is hungry. He lowered his head and wiped the one's own long sword silently, and sword edge already rolled his mouth. The reason why it is not bad is because the White Lion Knight everyone of Trentheim is the most sophisticated equipment. -- can only be produced in small scale in hand workshops. It is a weapon purchased in batches before 1976, which is the highest specification procurement standard set by miss merchant, and is produced by Hazell Master Artisan.

The tattered cotton armor of the soldiers of the noble army ca n’t stop it from a sword. The armour on Thane's Knights is also a matter of cutting two swords. Sometimes even the armor-breaking cone is not used. The blonde Knight expression of astonishment and fear in a battle. However, sophisticated equipment does not control the victory of a war of disparity in strength. The army of Golan-Elsen formed a blockade on the south side, with a number of thousands. There are Gargoyle and Sasaarland people, White Lion Guards and Valkyrie protection. With Her Highness the Princess being forced day by day towards the Sapphire Mountains, there is no food in the mountains to support an army, especially in winter, even if they only have hundreds of people, the rebels want to trap them alive.

Marshall is chewing a piece of hard grass roots, which is his last food reserve. As for the specific already, I ca n’t remember how long I have n’t eaten, and my brain was a bit numb. My last meal was a roasted mountain rat with my colleagues, but already forgot when. But food is getting harder and harder to find. Soldiers patrolling are not so much defense as they are looking for food. Hundreds of people crossing the mountain forest are like a disaster. Even frozen soil layers have to be dug to find a hibernation below. Animals, if not sapphire Barkskin are poisonous, can also be used to cook soup.

He remembered the first few **** battles, and the two sides did their best to knock down the other side, but nobles shrank at a terrible price, retreat, and chose to go round and not fight. In the first battle, he remembered killing three people himself. He was wounded. The more he killed later, the fewer wounds. In the end, no one killed him. -- The other party no longer attacked. He sometimes wanted to be better off in those **** battles, so as not to suffer.

He is one of the third batch of White Lion Knight. This is also the last batch of White Lion Knight trained by Trentheim before the war. He is an authentic Trentheim and came from commoner. When he was selected, his scores were not bad, but he was just like everyone. However, three days ago, he replaced one's own Captain and became great knight. At Aouine, this step meant to become a real noble, and then it was blocked Baron, but this did not make much sense, because no one knew that he could Can't survive the next battle, just like the man he replaced.

Marshall has no regrets.

He is not the eldest son. Before the second Trentheim war, his shoemaker father kicked him into the barracks and made him stand out like a real man to defend ‘something worth defending’. But he didn't catch up with that war, because the war was over the first week he entered the barracks. At the time of the Ampere Searl battle, he was selected into White Lion Guards. In a sense, this was considered to be outstanding.

But he just has some regrets.

White Lion Guards won't give up easily.

Like the lions have lost their lion king, if the lion king is still there, they will never fall into the current situation.

Marshall gently lowered the rag, and the blade of the curled blade shone brightly under the winter cold. The sword edge, which was as bright as a pool of light, reflected a handsome face, which looked very serious. The young Knight is slightly wrong, because that is not his one's own face.

He staggered raises head, a tall shadow cast on him.

"kuāng dāng", his sword fell to the ground without a hand.

Now --

The Lion King is back.

Eldest Princess leaned pale on a roll of cushions, and a long contemplation was revealed in the silver pupils. She was injured and was so weak that she was almost slender. Her hands were very slender, and now they are clearer. Seeing the shape of the bone joint, under the almost transparent skin, the blue veins flowed quietly, with some pathological beauty.

A crevice of the tent door slanted, bright light came in from the outside, and fell on her. She sat stubbornly straight, holding the one's own sword with both hands, and stared in that direction for a long time.

Freya couldn't help feeling heartache when she looked like this. Last night, Brynhild told her that Her Highness the Princess was sore and sweaty in her sleep. The sweat soaked her jacket, but she woke up silently, like the wound. already is all right.

"Eat something, Her Highness the Princess." She could not help but persuade again.

"How about you?" Gryphine asked back.

"I've eaten it." Freya replied quickly: "The soldiers found some **** ..."

Then she could n’t talk anymore, because Her Highness the Princess looked at her with a smile, and pointed at the contents of the plate: "The **** goes to the south of Chablis in winter, this is chicken, just with you Yesterday gave me the same food. Yesterday you said you found a turtle dove. We all ate half. Is this another half that you should have eaten in your stomach? "

"Her Highness the Princess, I ..."

Gryphine shook his head: "Freya, Romaine Young Lady The loss-making business can be eaten no matter how long it lasts, but she can be distributed as a military food. The unique taste of these salted chicken tastes like a year It ’s the same as dry wood. Did anyone say it to you? ”She paled and blinked playfully:“ As a Princess, my tongue is very picky. Although you are the daughter of Everton , But you may never understand the life of noble from a commoner background.

The exposed Female Knight blushed, and she found out whether one's own's brain was really not enough, or why she couldn't even tell such a simple thing as lying.

But the smile on Gryphine's face converged. Even in such a weak state, revealed came out with majestic Aura, and frowned, "Freya, did you secretly save your rations to me. "

"But I'm different from you, Her Highness the Princess ..." Freya quickly argued.

Gryphine looked up at her: "You are my commander in chief, silly girl."

She came to extend the hand, stroking the sabre gently.

"We already figured it out. After she left Magitan, Amandina went to Dengbao. We moved closer to Golan-Elsen, and we must have a chance to save her. If my injury can't be cured, you will bring my sword, Plenipotentiary My Will, I must rescue her. "

"Her Highness the Princess!"

Gryphine held her words, "This is also for the battle of Trentheim, Freya, and ... I can't sorry Mr. Brando."

She closed her eyelids gently, the long eyelash trembling slightly, her voice lowered: "I don't want to leave regret, do you understand, Freya; I don't want to be sorry for everyone, just like my father, he owes you Bucce people apologize ... "

"He is him, you are you," Freya has some undulations in his chest. "Everyone in Bucce curses your father and says he is a faint monk, but he has a good daughter, and we are even willing to forgive you for you. Father's fault. Because we only hope that this Her Highness the Princess will survive well, and one day this kingdom will become better under her eyes than before! "

Gryphine's's eyes are a little red, and she smiled slightly: "You can rest assured that I won't give up so easily, even in the darkest moments, I have not been knocked down. I am the daughter of Hallefuau, flowing inside With the blood of Holy White, no one can defeat me, nor can death. "

Her words stopped suddenly.

Silver eyes were frozen.

Freya was just about to say something, but a slender palm already rested on her shoulder.

Freya almost froze. She clearly felt that someone was entering the tent, but she thought it was Brynhild because Valkyries was not passed. But as soon as she felt the familiar temperature from the hand on her shoulder, she immediately understood --

Who is back.

The strong Female Knight's eyes immediately glowed with a layer of water. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit. When she looked back, tears burst into her eyes. She wants to tell the person in front of them how difficult their situation is; she wants to tell this person how much she is worried about the Trentheim war; she wants to tell him that Amandina was taken away by those people, and life and death are unknown.

She wants to cry like a child.

The duty can make her stand still, with tears flowing across her face, and her eyes look vaguely at the familiar face in front of her.

Brando looked at this Valkyrie crying with a little heartache.

He never thought about the Aouine's flag in his memory. One day he would feel helpless in front of himself like a child with no strength, strong and firm, weak and slender, two different moments of beauty interlaced, deeply Touched the softest part of his heart.

But Her Highness the Princess is still on the side, Brando can only wipe the tears on the face of this Valkyrie gently.

"Sorry, ladies, I'm late."

"But in my opinion, it is always just right." Her Highness the Princess replied with a smile.

Within a narrow tent.

The two looked at each other so silently.

Stand alone.

Sit alone on the bed.

Freya suddenly realized that he and Her Highness the Princess may have a lot to say. She was still in tears, hugged Brando tightly, and secretly shook his hand. Brando understood her meaning, lamented this kind girl in his heart, he smiled at her and nodded.

"I, I went to see Brynhild Young Lady, she, she might have something to find me ..." Knight Young Lady found a poor excuse, and turned and walked out.

When the two of them passed by, Brando said to her ears: "I have food outside, and I'll bring you supplies."

Freya's face flushed, and he ran away without looking back.

Princess Gryphine looks at the interaction between the two with a keen attitude, with bright eyes and a slight smile, but there are actually some concerns in his heart.

"No one can defeat you, and death will not work, Her Highness the Eldest Princess," Brando watched one's own Princess: "Because they can't reach you at all, your Knight is in front of you, who did not get my permission before, No way. "

"It's not possible to get your permission," added Princess Gryphine: "Mr. Knight, you seem to have gone through a lot."

"Yes, is there a bit of vicissitudes?"

"No."

After saying this, even though she was very weak, she couldn't help laughing.

Brando also felt the change of this Her Highness the Princess. She has become more mature. Maybe this Correct's real woman gradually overlaps with that shadow in his memory. He took out the angel's heart bottle and motioned her to drink, but elven girl was unmoved and only looked at him with the expected eyes.

Brando froze for a moment, then jumped slightly in my heart.

He lifted up the weak girl, and the two were so ambiguous, Elven Princess looked at him with confidence, Brando lowered the angel heart bottle a little faster, and dropped a drop of luminous light on her On the tip of the slender tongue.

Princess swallowed it, and the majestic Vitality contained in the light fluid immediately began to work. Her withered limbs plumped up again, her skin became white and flaky, her silver eyes brightened a little, and her cheeks Becoming healthy and rosy, and loose silver hair glowing with dazzling radiance, it is like a flower of Wither once again began the blooming process in life.

Gryphine looked at this incredible thing in shock, not even care when such a serious injury healed completely.

"This is ..."

"This is the angel heart bottle."

"That's the relic formed by the angel's blood?"

Brando nodded.

Her Highness the Princess seems to be lost in thought: "I owe you more, Mr. Knight."

"I only worry about Her Highness the Princess still remembering me," Brando replied somewhat reluctantly: "Let's be level."

Princess Gryphine came to raises head with a bit of annoyance: "Don't mention that!" But the memories that made her feel ashamed and angry are now slightly sweet.

This topic made half-elven girl feel a little embarrassed too, and slightly separated from his arms.

Brando is a little disappointed, but I also understand that today ’s Her Highness the Princess ’s move already proved his trust in him, and he could n’t get a foot in the foot. Besides, the distance between the two already just made him a little red-faced.

Princess Gryphine calmed down and began to state what happened after he left. Some of these things have been heard by Brando, but speaking from Her Highness the Princess is another state of mind.

When Brando heard part of Aouine domestically, Aura, which was somewhat ambiguous in the tent, had long since faded out of already.

After a long storytelling, Princess Gryphine stopped for a while, and then asked: "Can you tell me something about Sasaarland people?"

This topic seems to have opened a Pandora's Box, which silenced the tent.

Brando glanced at her in surprise, he originally thought that Her Highness the Princess would not take the initiative. After thinking for a while, I didn't have much preparation in my heart. I simply told one by one what happened after I left Aouine, and finally brought the Sasaarland person by the way.

He did this to avoid the embarrassment of the Her Highness the Princess. elven girl obviously understands this, and his heart is slightly warm.

She actually knows a bit about the Brando's trip from other channels, but after all, it is not so detailed, and she can hear God several times. She is a good listener, and her good education will not reveal her subconscious burnout at any time, not to mention that the Brando's talk is fascinating. Her Highness the Princess whispered several times.

But when it comes to the last paragraph, the look of Princess Gryphine has cooled down.

She didn't expect that there were so many major events in already in this world, but Aouine's noble was still arguing about trivial matters, even disturbing the kingdom and colluding with outsiders and Demonic Cultist. What a ridiculous joke this is. Perhaps to an outsider, this ancient kingdom is simply an incurable deserter.

When Brando finished the last sentence, the tent was quiet again.

Both of them lowered their heads to each other, as if thinking about something, and the air was filled with speechless and silent Aura.

A long time ago, Princess Gryphine said lightly: "So at least many people in royalist knew from the beginning that Dragon of Twilight was standing behind Sasaarland people?"

Brando nodded silently.

Princess Gryphine was expressionless. She seemed to be measuring something in her heart, but when she finally spoke, it took almost a lot of effort to say: "The ancient noble and their noble faith created this kingdom. Aouine never forgotten those who wanted to change it. Fate of those who fought, but history is always changing. Some people are indeed already not so timely ... "

Brando looked at her fists, her knuckles were obviously white, and she even shook slightly.

She was born in the blossoming ZTE era and has witnessed the best spirit of this kingdom.

Ke also witnessed the death of one's own's father under cold-blooded politics. She hated the stale and rotten system more than anyone else, but she also harbored a kind of rare tenderness among politicians.

However, at this moment, she killed countless people in one sentence, including those who have worked with her, those who support her, her friends, and even her grandfather, who used to A loved one who stretched her hands in her despair.

But if the history of a kingdom cannot advance in a pool of blood, it can only be turned into dust in the flames.

Brando would like to comfort the weak girl, but he said:

"Not enough."

Princess Gryphine raises head came, silver eyes coldly stared at him.

"This time, Her Highness the Princess, don't forget that I am also on your opposite side."

Her Highness the Princess deeply breathed in, as if it had already made a great determination: "I will marry you, we also have a marriage contract, in the future you can ..."

Brando smiled bitterly, although it was also a political marriage, but his heart was slightly warm. At least he understood that in her mind, his status could even be equal to her ideals and beliefs. -- He looked at the Her Highness the Princess, but he did not want to see her soft heart at this time.

He didn't know if he should be happy or angry, but he shook his head because that was not what he wanted: "Halutz is the king of this kingdom, Her Highness the Princess. We must give Aouine a brightest future, we must It ’s one of the most orthodox. "

The tent fell into a dead silence.

It took a long time before Princess Gryphine came to raises head and looked at him with resentment: "Very well, as you wish, I will took you Radnor and Trentheim's Count, Fir Tree Shire's Thane, and Aouine's heroes. It is a blasphemy against the royal family member, without a central eye. "

Brando scratched his head embarrassingly: "Stop and stop, I'm not that great yet, Her Highness the Princess, in fact, there are relatively mild ways. Maybe I will leaves Aouine. Next Aouine will also participate in the war with Dragon of Twilight I believe that the power of Trentheim and Valhalla will become the backbone of this war. I entrust it to you. I hope you can use them well. "

"Why does Aouine obey your command, do you mean that Halutz and I are just a puppet manipulated by you?" Princess Gryphine expressionless, changed a cold tone: "Unfortunately, Lord Count, Aouine is After you leave, you turn to the arms of Dragon of Twilight. Anyway, its selfish Her Highness the Eldest Princess and King King only care about their own people. As for the great responsibility of saving the world, Aouinian, I'm afraid I can't afford it. "

Brando knew that he had offended this Lady Princess severely, and for a moment couldn't laugh.

But after a while, he heard Princess Gryphine asking quietly.

"... Where are you going?"

"Maybe first go to Buga to calculate a bill, then Saers ..."

He wanted to continue, but the words of Princess Gryphine interrupted him:

"At least before you leave, Mr. Knight, can you hug me again?"

Brando froze for a moment.

He came to raises head, Princess Gryphine's slender neck was slowly dyed red, her blush was very cute, she slightly tilted her head and didn't look at him.

Brando opened his mouth. He was eager to say that -- was not available, but found that one's own was completely out of control.

He felt that one's own's heartbeat was extremely fast. He knelt slowly and somewhat gently in front of this Her Highness the Princess. He didn't even dare to look into the other person's eyes, and only took the Gryphine into his arms gently. He only felt that the weight of half-elven girl was too light. Like a feather.

Princess Gryphine curled up in his arms motionlessly, listening gently to one's own Knight's strong heartbeat.

She said softly: "Sorry, if you accidentally thinned the position of Romaine Young Lady in your heart, I was also your fiancee isn't that so ..."

What could be more debilitating than a strong, proud Her Highness the Princess who lowered his body and whispered love in your ears, but as she said, he could not only blame himself but also What did you say?

Sorry, I ca n’t say those three words easily, because I am responsible for this kingdom ...

Because of the promised kingdom, it's harder for Xu Jun.

Brando silently listens to the Her Highness the Princess talking about --

"I have one last request," Princess Gryphine said softly, "Mr. Knight."

She came to look at him raises head.

"Please bring back Amandina Young Lady."

Brando nodded earnestly.

Because it is not a promise, but an agreement for the two women.

...