The Amber Sword: Act 166 Gambler’s Roulette (3)
Act 166 Gambler's Roulette (3)
"No enemies were found."
"No enemies were found on the left."
"There aren't any **** bone shelves -- here" shouting in the empty streets. Jutta turned back, the dark green pupil of anxiety reflected a layer of shallow luster -- where those undead went? female mercenary commander's slender fingers were pressed on the handle of the rapier motionlessly, and my heart was puzzled like a mist that gradually spread out and could not see the five fingers. Everyone looked around in this mist, but found nothing.
mercenaries advances in the dark, rustling footsteps, unknown unknown lurking in the darkness of night, invisibly holding spirit / mind of everyone. Fear is like a shadow hanging over everyone's head. It doesn't need to speak, and it also chokes everyone's throat. The needle was so quiet that it was audible. everyone was vigilant with eyes that looked bright in the dark:
I'm afraid that those undead that suddenly disappeared without a trace will gush out from a certain alley and surround them with nowhere.
They traversed half the city and thought they would meet the bloodthirsty dead on the way, and then started a deadly fight. But the enemy seems to be only existence in imagination. Ximen ’s undead is like existence has never been --. Could it be that young noble judged wrong? Jutta turned back, the light of the crystal in the teenager's hand penetrated into the depth of her pupil, reflecting the counterpart's pale, bloodless face that appeared to be malnourished.
"Commander?" the boy asked.
"What are you doing?"
"Is that noble wrong?" he whispered, "Will they go north?"
"Impossible," female mercenary commander flatly denied this judgment: "On the battlefield, every minute counts, and the opponent's Commander will not be a fool."
"But ..." The boy wanted to say more, but someone shouted in front: "Commander!"
Both of them are stunned, and they look there invariably.
"What's wrong?"
"Some find," the man shouted, "Come and see!"
Jutta and the teenager glanced at each other, nodded and followed, and when she turned around, she suddenly caught --
The scene on Long Street has completely changed.
Here seems to have experienced a fierce battle. Looking at it, the stone slabs laying on the ground can hardly find a good one, and there are big pits one after another. The cracked slabs were overturned by some powerful force from the ground, and some were even lifted to a distance of dozens of meters. If it was not for the air, the element disorder caused by the force of element would not be felt. The everyone present There are reasons to believe that at least there has been a duel of gold or more.
Jutta raises head, not far away, I saw a two-storey building sunken inward and collapsed to one side; as if the central part was drawn laterally by something, the wooden beams of the supporting structure broke. That blow was at least the level above silver. She gently breathed in, while walking forward, while looking at those crooked skeleton shelves in the Middle East and human bodies.
"What are those people?"
female mercenary commander looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed just like the poor outside the city. This is a good explanation, but how should the bone racks scattered around these human bodies be understood? She has carefully observed and found that the casualty ratio is close to five to one, that is to say that a human body has at least five skeletons next to it. This exchange ratio, if the poor people outside the city have this combat power, -- Jutta should be doubted. How did Grudin live today?
mercenaries shook his head.
"What about their weapons?" she asked again.
"No weapon," Mercenary replied.
"No weapons?" Jutta gently breathed in: "Do you want to tell me, are these humans fighting with undead bare-handed or are they Silver Lineage --?"
"Commander, I don't know if they are Silver Lineage, but I want to say Correct in the first point of --." They told their servants to bow their heads and whispered.
Jutta blinked in her eyes, and something happened that night beyond her cognition. At this moment there was a horseshoe sound on the street, everyone was raises head, and saw two or three horse rider mists separating the night stopped in front of them. -- was the scout sent out before. female mercenary commander immediately recovered from one's own's thoughts. She raises head and asked, "What's wrong, did you find anything before?"
"Commander," the horse rider immediately replied, "There is a voice of war in the direction of the city gate."
There is a voice of war in the direction of the gate?
Meaning, did these refugees even push undead back?
Everyone stopped and looked at each other. Martha above, what is the situation like this?
...
The light in the darkness is not as simple as the white paint on the dark background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only beam of light seemed to be the hope flowing in the heart. Although it has not been illuminated by it, I still want to advance towards that line of brightness. Even if it is just an imagination of existence in spirit / mind, one is willing to trek in the direction of light in the dark.
Even if a deeper shadow is left behind, humans are also willing to face the light --
In the darkness, the light of the torch swayed.
The girl knelt on her knees quietly and sat in front of the torch. The red and bright flames outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between light and dark, the beautiful lines extended into the shadows under the neck and the edges of her face. Her dark eyes refracted the flames, as if a trembling flame lit up at the deepest part of her pupil, quietly pursed up lips, her hands on her knees, motionless.
It seems that everything already in front of her has nothing to do with her.
A loud bang, a vine that can only be embraced by two people suddenly rises from the ground, with gravel and dirt, looped into a bow and drew towards those white bones under the night. Tens of meters of vines swept across the ocean of skeletons, and ‘pī li pā lā’ rang, and countless fragments were thrown up high and swept away.
Three tall men with animal skins robe and indifferent faces stood on the walls of the command with these vines, as if cleaning up trash, and beat down the bone racks coming up again and again. And those beastly werewolves who stood beside them, even half-hunched back with a head higher than them, were staring at the ocean below undead with dim eyes, ready to repel those hidden in these black people Black Samurai and Lich sneak attack.
The battle already lasted for nearly an hour --
But finally a tall werewolf came to the girl and bowed her head respectfully: "Amandina Young Lady, it seems that reinforcements have arrived."
damsel blinked in his eyes: "Who is it?" she asked.
"It seems to be Mercenary."
She looked back under the city wall, then silently turned back and nodded. Then she turned slightly around -- and saw that Miss merchant was holding her precious backpack in her hands, her upper body was completely lying on the battlements on the other side, she was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed, and eyelash hangs down like a thick brush, her face in The flames of fire are red and flamboyant, but they are fascinating. Of course, --, of course, if it is not a small mouth opening slightly, is flowing a large pool of dreamy drool in an extremely indecent posture.
Amandina sighed one breath weakly, stretched out and patted the girl's face, slap.
Romaine immediately smash it, spit it, subconsciously waved and murmured: "To kill Romaine's, please wait for me to sleep --"
damsel suddenly felt a sense of deprivation.
"Romaine."
"I know, I know," Little Little Romaine wrinkled in his sleep Little eyebrow: "Please line up for the number, the next --"
"..."
...
Jutta was taken aback when they saw Amandina for the first time. The mature female mercenary commander couldn't help frowning. She looked at those strangely dressed guys -- werewolves, Druid, Simon's undead in their suppression Almost nothing. Not to mention that they arrived late, it is estimated that they will not come, I am afraid that the outcome of the battle here will not change at all. But she couldn't help thinking of how sacred these people were. She doesn't know if these people are the younger noble, but if so, does it mean that the other party did not believe in themselves at all?
Then Fern, there should be some follow-up measures for that youngster.
She gently touches breathed in. Although she knows this is normal, she still feels a little uncomfortable. It was as if determined efforts were eventually denied by others, although her mind was mature and firm, she still had some expectations. Especially in the battle that night, after witnessing the youngster hand-to-hand with Grudin, her heart faintly produced a glimmer of expectation that this was an opportunity to change her destiny.
Not just her, but the entire Mercenary Company.
In this troubled world, wandering uncertainty will never be peaceful. She hopes that youngster is a Thane worth following, at least it can make most of her people feel belonging. Sure enough, noble is generally in stock, no matter how different --, but always thinking about how to plan for others all day, so it is full of suspicion for others, and do not trust anyone. Even the youngster cannot escape this circle. female mercenary commander brushed his fiery red hair behind his ears, and thought of it, it became did not say a word.
But Amandina raises head looked at this woman who was nearly a head taller than herself, calm and motionless, as if showing no sign of weakness. These should be Mercenary conquered by Lord Thane? She thought, and then thought a little, and probably cleared her Brando's thoughts. However, she watched each other's actions in her eyes, and suddenly there was a hint of enlightenment -- so that's how it is. She seemed to guess the idea of female mercenary commander, and she said, "Excuse me but who are you?"
Jutta looked at this little girl. Although the other party was much younger than her, she still felt a faint sense of oppression. "Well, another noble girl," female mercenary commander slandered in her heart, but she said in a stern tone: "Jutta, Swallow Mountain Mercenary Company Commander, we are from Lord Thane, who are you little girl?"
The temptation is here.
Amandina smiled in his heart, but replied without change: "I am also a Lord Thane's, to be precise, I am his Chief Adviser." She flat extend the hand: "This is Romaine Young Lady, she is Lord Thane's fiancee. "
Miss merchant yawned and rubbed his eyes sleepily --
Sure enough, Jutta moved. There was also a hint of disgust and disappointment in her eyes.
This disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of damsel. Sure enough, her mind flashed the same idea as Jutta, but after turning her face, coldly replied: "But Jutta Young Lady, please do n’t doubt --. Although I appear here as an adult's Adviser, it does not mean that I agree with him "" She raises head, looked at female mercenary commander with a cold face: "So Commander Young Lady, please help me tell adult --"
"If you think that one person solo puts everything aside, you can avoid other people in damage, I hope he can abandon this naivety. Because although I don't know what kind of person an adult wants to be, I know a real person The hero is not a saint who does not make mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility! "
"Even if it is a wrong decision, I hope he understands that a person ’s life is not only his own, but also the person who all depends on, cares for and loves him. It ’s like I respect the Lord Thane's decision, but never Will not forgive him for abandoning his subordinates -- "
"Also, please tell him --." Amandina suddenly stopped, his eyes fell into the distance: "In this world, without bloodshed and resistance, you can rely on the hope and freedom you give."
The girl stopped, and the last word came out far away.
A moment.
The each werewolves all looked back over the city walls. They looked back at this damsel, with an indescribable light shining in their eyes.
Jutta froze slightly, her heart moved, but she looked at the girl and asked, "What do you mean?"
Amandina did not answer.
A dead silence over the city wall --
female mercenary commander turned his attention to Romaine aside, and miss merchant just smiled at her sweetly and asked, "That, aunt, Romaine wants to ask you for a signal arrow?"
Jutta for a while.
...
When the signal rose from Ximen, the bright firelight illuminated the deepest part of the eyes of the people participating in this battle each --
Brando and the Ciel and Scarlett behind him stopped in an instant, and the mercenaries following them also stopped in an instant simultaneously. Everyone subconsciously raises head looked at the bright light, it seemed like a prayer, a blessing, and told everyone on the battlefield. Tell them -- they won!
Brando took a deep breath.
If he is a gambler, then he thinks he must be the luckiest one. Because at the moment when the roulette stopped, the hand of fate was impartial and just opened the door above the only road. As for what was behind the door, maybe he couldn't see things that far away for a while, but at least he knew that he finally won again this time.
From Madara and Grudin, Shengsheng took the first move.
But at this moment Ciel looked back at one's own Lord Thane, the young wizard smiled slightly: "So, is -- already Daybreak after dark? Lord Thane?"
"No," Brando looked at the beam of Magic and shook his head: "Just --"
"I saw the ending already."