The Amber Sword: Act 130 History

After the storm, an intoxicating azure blue was revealed under the originally dark sea. The sun passed through the dark clouds, and the sky behind it gradually cleared. After the storm, only fine rain silk remained in the sky. Golden light shone in the sun, and rain fell on the fleet's masts, washing the burn marks and blood on the silver sails. The whole fleet of wounds was hovering in the air above the lofty inland sea, as if a behemoth that had fallen into silence. The scaly wounds described the battle that had just passed.

Dragon beast group is retreating like tide.

Modesty vibrates the sun-shielded wings, and the clouds of vortex engulfed under her wing are like a torrent crashing into a reef and shredded into pieces of scattered flames. She confronts this human fleet in midair, hating Staring at each other, a look of resentment appeared in the golden pupils, but a moment ago, the shocking Divine Sword that split the storm through the sword made her terrified.

Peak Sword Saint -- There is even a small human fleet in Peak Sword Saint, the human man in black, and those chilling eyes make her unable to raise any resistance at all.

Damn it, if the arrogant guy of Obsidian is here, it must make them look good. The mother black dragon gritted her teeth, but had to admit defeat. She used her claws to signal to General one's own Dragon beast not to act rashly, "Go, retreat! They Go to Fattan, and see, we'll meet again there! "Modesty almost squeezed the words out of the teeth.

She turned around as if a cloud had moved from the sky, and the shadow covering the fleet was empty.

Colossal Dragon left.

"They retreated!" the crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that they resisted the storm and defeated the attack of Dragon beast. It was almost a miracle. -- was not a miracle. Everyone understands. The biggest crisis, already, has passed. So far, this vast sea area will be a smooth road for them, and there will be no obstacles.

After the storm, the rainbow already hanging on the sky is so clear.

Kirrlutzian who participated in the previous battle can't help but shout. Even crying, nobles no longer cares about being decent, one after another walks on armor plates, watching this scene, both feet are a little soft, leaning on the mast and painting the sacred emblem of Marsha -- whispered in praise of the protection of the miracle . But they have not forgotten who created this miracle, although they are extremely reluctant to admit that it was an Aouinian who did all this. From Vargus to Leeuwin port, from Leeuwin port to the sublime inland sea, there seems to be no difficulty that can hinder the confidence of that youngster.

"That's the descendant of that person after all."

"He is descendant of Highland Knight ..."

Whispers whispered in the crowd.

More people gathered at the side of the ship to cheer loudly to celebrate this hard-won victory, and also to vent their one's own feeling hysterically. But those who were really involved in preparing for the war couldn't afford any extra thoughts at this time. I just feel deeply exhausted, both physically and mentally.

As if suddenly relaxed, the distress and mental weakness swept across.

Brando stood on the dwelling of the Akhenaten. At a glance, I saw miss merchant in the crowd, who was Jutta in her arms. already fell asleep. Even in the dream, Romaine still frowned slightly as if still Before continuing work. See this scene. Brando can't help but feel that one's own's heart can't be restrained and softened. In the past more than forty hours, the entire fleet's countless supplies were uniformly deployed by miss merchant alone. She worked continuously for nearly two days and two nights without any rest. time.

But all this was done almost perfectly with the support of miss merchant's talents different from ordinary people. That terrible memory and keen sense of material flow even surprised Brando.

In the past, he rarely meddled in the business affairs of Romaine in the territory, nor did he see how the ojou-sama was in the one's own field, but at this moment. He understood why Fir Tree Shire's business activities were so organized from the beginning, and even far surpassed its other industries.

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"Brando, those monsters attacked our side far more often than the other side, with 16 small boats and 4 large ships on the other side. Their Mana crystal consumption and ammunition consumption should be much lower than expected. Twenty-seven ships have run out of ammunition. You can find a balance from the other side.

"Also," Little Romaine carefully told him with a pair of dark circles: "The deer was hit by the ship, and there were three other ships, of which two were crashing into the sea. It should be loaded with food and drinking water, which is one-third of our total supply. The remaining transport ships I already put them in the middle of the fleet, Brando, you must be careful to protect them. "

After uttering these words, she yawned and fell asleep in his arms when she tilted her head. She also snorted lightly, as if she was not worried that Brando would take advantage of her, making Brando grin. It is a pity that Brando has given a warm arm to his miss merchant since Bucce, but the fleet could not leave his command for a moment. He only gave the latter Jutta with care.

Thinking of the war that just ended, he felt a little lucky.

It was a rare storm on the noble sea. Lightning brushed down like an electric screen descending from the dark clouds, but the storm showers not only hindered humans, but also blocked the Dragon beast attack.

This is the reason why he tried to disagree and let the fleet deviate from the end of the route into dangerous storms, because he knows that these Dragon beasts from Underground must not be able to adapt to the complex and changing climate of the ocean. Facts have proved that his common sense in game saved everyone again. Modesty organized multiple attacks in the storm and could not work. Dragon beast is not used to the whole team in the stormy clouds, let alone launch an effective offensive. On the contrary, some of them fell into the sea because they lost altitude; on the other hand, although the human fleet is slow, sailors who are accustomed to standing with wind and waves can always effectively avoid fleet trek. Although angered by this, Modesty is useless. Although Colossal Dragon is powerful, it is not omnipotent.

A truly threatening attack was on the eve of the rainstorm. It is a pity that he did not deviate from the Brando's forecast. He knows the character that Heilongyu must report, so he has arranged a countermeasure early. Moreover, this time even God is on the human side. The storm lasted for two days and two nights, and dragonflight was already exhausted. When they launched their final offensive under the pressure of Modesty, Grey Sword Saint's shocking sword eliminated all her delusions.

Although human beings dominated, but in the past two days, everyone recalled that it was a brutal fight.

The fleet has lost more than 10% of its warships, and the damage is countless. Many people died in battle, but more losses came from the storm itself, which was a nightmare, but it was finally over. Sailors, NCOs, after hissing and cheering hard. One by one, they fell down on armor plates, the for a moment snoring sounded, but at this time, there was no mate urging them to stand up and continue fighting, and soon there was only the same voice on armor plates.

"It's a fluke, Lord Thane." Ciel was in a mess, and the beautiful archmage robe wrinkled and stuck to him because he was soaked in water. He walked up to the tower and wiped a handful of water beads on his forehead, complaining to Brando: "We had encountered a storm on Flash Sea before. The storm over the sea is much more terrible than here. Your grandfather he It was a mess at that time. "

Brando stared at the guy who corrupted his grandfather's image.

Ciel was guilty of a guilty conscience and spread his hand: "Well, I admit that I also vomited a bit, but I'm wizard, you know, our willpower is always stronger than the average person." /

"You have a pale face that is not convincing."

"That's because it's too sleepy. Lord Thane."

"Why don't I know Heroic Spirit still needs to sleep?"

"I see that the adult has different opinions --" Ciel smiled slightly.

Brando knows that this guy is talking about Wind Empress Saers. He swears slyly, but he dare not expose the short of elf Oneesan.

Hat, Brando heard the sound of footsteps falling behind him. He turned back, and a pair of black high heels caught his eyes. The rose inlaid at the tip of the shoe is as eye-catching as blood, and the snow is dazzling on the ankle. It is an ebony skirt, a delicate waist, layered lace corsage, and a thin shoulder strap tightly in the white. Shoulder, slender neck, pointed chin, long hair dyed with ink, red eyes like agate, slender eyebrow from tall, and jade-like forehead.

"Why did you come out?" Brando frowned, and asked a little unhappy, but it was a trouble, he managed to take her to the ship with his covering eyes, not to expose her to the public.

If the Dragon of Darkness' inheritance is still a mouse crossing the street, if the identity of this lady is exposed, I am afraid that he will immediately become a public enemy of civilization.

"It's too stuffy inside the carriage." Dark Kouha wrinkled his nose and cut it indiscriminately.

Brando glanced at Ciel, who nodded intently, and greeted Kouha with his hand on his chest: "I'll arrange rooms for them at Young Lady O'Neill. Too many armor plates masters are a hidden danger."

The expression of disdain in Dark Kouha's eyes was about to show contempt for this hypocritical statement, but listening to Brando sternly said to her: "you come with me."

The perimeter of the second floor armor plates under the apron of the Arkanton is a hollowed out corridor. Only after the storm has poured a lot of rain here. The aisle is still wet. Brando silently took the Dark Kouha through the corridor and walked to half. Just stopped, looked back at each other, and said, "You're asking for trouble."

"The age of next year is not big, but I am cautious like an old man," Dark Kouha poked his mouth: "I smelled the smell of those nasty reptiles, but I just want to come up and see if you need help. Outside. Those people don't know me at all, what are you afraid of? "

"Don't underestimate humans, don't forget who you defeated. Besides, there is a dragon on my boat, do you think she can't recognize you?" Brando replied angrily.

"No wonder here, but the dragon is also divided into several generations. The little reptile born after the era of chaos may not be able to recognize me." The girl snorted softly: "Moreover, you think I want to see To you as a mean and shameless guy, I wouldn't bother to hang around in this smelly place unless someone asked me out. "

"Someone asked you to come out?" Brando had expected this guy to be insincere. Although she said in her mouth that she didn't have to worry about it, she was obviously more careful than anyone, and she wouldn't appear in front of anyone at all. The woman was arrogant on the surface. But in private, he is a guy who cherishes his life and adores his power. He will never expose himself to danger easily.

"I told her to come out."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in their minds.

Brando was a little hesitant, and immediately identified who the voice belonged to: "Master Wind Empress?" He did not expect that elf Oneesan, who had not appeared in a long time, would choose to appear at this time, and he could not help but be excited. In fact, he was having stomach issues at the moment and wanted to ask each other, but the sage master had not given him this opportunity before. forget it/that's all.

"Brando."

But Saers's voice today is a bit serious. With her words, a ghost image is gradually forming in the corridor. Brando once saw the appearance of this sage in the underground of the Shavrund Silver Mine, but she was not like that now. At the moment, the elf Oneesan has a silver crown. Wearing battle armour, the armor showed a faint purple brilliance. The whole body was like a Colossal Dragon with teeth and claws. A thick fur cloak was dragged behind it. The edge of the cloak was embroidered with Mist Elf's royal family emblem, and inside it was a Emblem intertwined with stars. Like a purple crystal sabre hanging on the elf ladies' waist, the Mist Elf legendary Arcana -- star treasure diamond shines on the counterweight hammer of the hilt.

Brando saw this kind of Saers, and he couldn't help but stop, but immediately he subconsciously responded to --. This is the legendary armor of Wind Empress in War of the Holy Saints. It is also the symbol of the elf royal family, the lament of Stardust Legend has it that this set of armor has long disappeared with Mist Elf in the long river of history. But one day it reappeared on the king of the elf family, but it did not diminish the style of the year.

"Master Wind Empress ... you are ..." Brando did not understand what the Wind Empress appeared in such a costume, was it to give the she-wolf a disappointment? It seems that the Saers in his knowledge is not so superficial.

“Yi?” Dark Kouha looked at Wind Empress and gave out a surprised sigh: "It really is the legacy of those guys in Tower of Babel. I didn't expect that I could still see it in this era."

"What does this mean?" Brando interrupted her.

"Brando," but Wind Empress took the initiative and said, "Remember those words that I said to you last time?"

"Last ...?"

"That's when you accepted the heritage of Odin."

"You said ..." Brando remembered the conversation at that time: "At that time, you said that what you did, and what Odin did, may not be possible today after thousands of years. To be clear with right or wrong is nothing more than different endings caused by different means -- "

As if a lightning flashed through his thoughts, he immediately responded: "It turns out. Dragon of Darkness chose the wrong path, and you --"

"We are not necessarily right," Saers interrupted Brando's, "In fact, as early as after the last battle, we expected already's results today."

"But why ..." Brando looked at Wind Empress puzzledly: "Master could it be that Thurman is true?"

"This is about to talk to a legend. Brando." elf Oneesan silently glanced at Kouha and replied lightly.

It was az14's Knight that had not yet penetrated the sky, which caused meteors to fall to the ground, thus starting the era of Age of Mortals ...

It was the era before chaos.

In the era described in countless praise psalms, God walked on the earth, and the earth was full of God's people, -- silver. God's warrior -- gold family. Before them, there are even more glorious God races and servants. Under the glory of God, the earth is full of gold and beautiful jade. Sweet and sweet rivers flow in the river. Gods guide their people to cultivate and reproduce on this rich land. Fire of Civilization was once prosperous and strong. The silver family has built countless miracles on the earth. High Tower is inserted directly into the clouds, and the city floats above the clouds. Holy Cathedral is made of jade.

But in fact, the history of war on Dark Blue Poem tells a completely different story.

It was an era of war, bloodshed, and heroic sacrifice. In that era, the gods and their servants also faced a terrible enemy -- Dragon of Twilight, countless times battle, countless times reconstruction on the ruins, Civilization has collapsed several times, and in the last generation, Dragon of Twilight captured the tower of -- Babel, the most powerful fortress of Silver Lineage.

Darkness of civilization.

This is the terrible disaster recorded on Dark Blue Epic of Kirrlutzian, recorded on the slate of war, and recorded in Black Prophecy. Countless civilizations were destroyed once, and the past inheritance was also scattered on the earth. After that, for countless years, the once noble Silver Lineage had to trudge the earth hard, smashing thorns, and finding everything lost.

Until a hero appears in this world.

Azure's Knight.

The legend that changed everything.

After Azure Spear pierced the sky and made Dragon of Twilight fall asleep, Miirna appeared on the ground. A prophet led them through the Great Plains. Today, field of four-leaf clover established the gods away from Vaunde. This is the Miir Empire, and this is also the beginning of Age of Mortals.

The prophet has no name, but legends about him have been passed down from generation to generation because every generation of Miirna has a prophet and they have a common name -- Dragon of Darkness.

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