The Amber Sword: Act 18 Another Trail in History

Another Footprint in the History of Act 18 ()

The vast earth sleeps in the darkness, silent, and silence seems to be mourning for the soul that has passed away on this land. The starry sky is hanging down, the meteor crosses the half of the fuchsia sky, and flashes is fleeting, as if it symbolizes the names that shine in the long river of history.

Bretton stands silently in the cold night wind, and orders are issued in his mouth one after another. The guard team gallops among the ruins of Green Village and destroys the remaining enemies. All undead must be purified, everything.

The young guard Captain feels that only by doing so can make him feel better.

He watched the time, he still had half an hour.

Zeto looked at the scene from a distance. He shook the glass jug in his hand and touched youngster beside him: "You, is it Essen?"

Essen for a moment.

"My name is Zeto. Would you like to come?" He held up the flat hip flask: "Pure Clear Lake fire wine, I and Lanes found in a wine cellar. Unfortunately, I don't know if I can still do it after this war Can't drink it ... "

He paused for a while.

"You know, I used to have an ideal, I want to be the best scout."

"But I'm a little regretful now."

Essen thinks this person is weird, but he has a little interest in why he regrets it. A person will never regret it for no reason?

"Why?" he asked.

"My biggest goal in the past was to find the enemy, because finding the enemy is my value. But what I want to do now is to hide the villagers. Hiding, at least they won't be killed, but you know I can't do anything, I can't do anything -- "

"It's not your fault."

"I'm soldier." Zeto took a sip of wine: "When I saw the girl crying, I wished I had died on that battlefield like Covento. But I'm still alive, so I Can't escape. "

youngster was silent, and somehow he thought of Brando in subconsciously. He had an illusion that the youngster that led them out of trouble time after time could lead them out of the **** this time.

Perhaps the foresight is true, all difficulties will be solved --

I hope.

He thought.

...

Brando and Freya sit together.

To be honest, Brando feels that it is not good at comforting people. He thought that changing someone else might have a better effect here, but that **** Bretton left with a smelly face, and Essen also relied on -- for a long time. Is this your Captain isn't that so?

Fortunately, Freya quickly adjusted the mood of one's own, but she has been staring in a certain direction, and her bright eyes were filled with loneliness at this moment.

Brando recognizes the loneliness. He had seen the same glance on the body called Valkyrie. -- was flowing with quiet sadness, as if it would never disappear.

But suddenly he felt a bit pity. Compared to him, he liked the simple, soft-hearted and somewhat persistent Freya, the Freya that can be angry for small things.

But how can he speak? He hesitated for a long time, but his lips seemed pale and weak. He prepared several lines, but none of them were suitable.

When he had a headache, the girl spoke first:

"Mr. Brando," she called.

"Huh?"

"Why do you say there is war?"

Ah, he didn't really think about it. In game, wars between the great guild were fought because of the distribution of interests, fame, and even just face, and the war between the nations, competing for interests, sovereignty, and territory, could spread on the earth at any time.

In the past, he might answer, because humans like creature are always dominated by desire, yearning for conquest and plunder, so they always conquer each other.

But everything that has gone through today, especially the weak cry of Freya, is imprinted in his heart forever, indelible. He suddenly found this answer to be ridiculous, because no one can surpass the one's own ethnic group, and the human -- is both weak and strong.

"Wars always happen, and we have to choose to accept them."

"We were born in a very bad era, we can't choose our era. But we can try to change it," Brando replied, saying suddenly that his heart was widened because of one's own: "Maybe it can't be changed What, but at least we have worked with many people to achieve this memory together like --, already is precious. "

He remembered the days when he fought for Aouine in game. Many friends, many like-minded partners, and many vows, although the end was gone, at least his countless times memories -- never regretted his loss. .

That belongs to Aouine's memory.

The soul lingers on, so that he can't forget it for a long time.

The girl was silent on one side.

"Freya."

"Huh?"

"You must love them very much."

"Well." The girl replied: "After my father died, Sia 婶婶 has always taken care of me, and they are proud of me."

"But why not? I love them better than everything."

"It's just strange to me, why did God choose you?" Brando said.

"Huh?"

"Freya, if one day you become the patron saint of this land, have you thought about it?"

"How is it possible, Mr. Brando, are you laughing at me secretly --?" The girl was a little angry, but her voice was low again: "I want to be a good Captain, but my power is only so much, only so One point. I just want to do my part. Too far, I can't do it. "

No, you not only did it, you did it well. Freya, you will be the last hero of Aouine, and the one that people miss the most.

Be modest, serious, strong, and kind-hearted. God has given you ordinary talents, but has given you the best quality and unique experience.

Brando turned the ebony Gargoyle statue over and over. He stared into the distance and sighed one breath: "Freya, I don't know where you will go in the future, but I want you to remember a word."

"Huh?"

"Do you know the word companion? No matter how far you go, many people will accompany you. You will never be alone."

Freya suddenly felt sour in her eyes. She thought of Romaine, thought of Little Phineas, thought of Essen and Maxim, thought of the owner of the third company of militia.

Of course, Sia 婶婶.

She wiped her eyes, and raises head watched the sky. -- was divided into two halves by a fiery curtain. Green Village was burning. The flames in the darkness seemed to herald a greater catastrophe.

"Thank you." She replied softly: "Shameless Brando."

Our protagonist shivered.

But he looked back, Freya's eyes were bright, as if the stars in the night sky were shining. At that moment, Brando suddenly felt that one's own existence was valuable, at least the history already was different, wasn't it?

...

Bretton quickly got what he wanted -- food, medicine. Although the surface of Green Village was almost completely destroyed by already, it is not difficult to find these things. -- undead does not require food or medicine, and these things are just piled there randomly.

They also have Brando.

Although the three towns of Bucce, Verbin and Green Village are within the jurisdiction of the Bucce police force, it can be said that the youngster who is familiar with these police forces is not as good as Brando.

Brando can easily find the secret cellars of the two squire estates through the memory of the past. In addition to food and medicine, there are supplies, pig iron, copper and even gold and silver. However, they couldn't take the extra stuff, they could only seal the cellar intact, maybe they could use it in the future.

Of course, it's not Brando's's habit to go home empty-handed, especially as a player. The owners of these manors died in this war. They also did not have any descendant. Brando knew that these manors were later used by Madara's Undeads put to the torch --. Those hidden cellars later became the most enthusiastic things for players, as long as they found one they could make a fortune.

This is why he is so familiar with the location of these cellars. -- players will always be creature who will not get up early.

But he ca n’t take big things, but Magic equipment must not be missed. In the eyes of everyone's surprise, he popped out a few dark grids. Most of the -- contained gold and silver jewelry, but our protagonist dismissed those things. These are Wealth in game, but they are worthless on the battlefield except they become cumbersome.

The young guard, lieutenant, had a black face, and looked at him suspiciously: When did this guy learn the burglar, but with his character, he won't fall for himself?

Brando At this time, a set of women's half-plate armor came out with a bang. This is a retro set of armour, with bright brass plate decoration on the bright surface, and the pattern of black gold symbol indicates that it is a work of art in the style of Year of Returning Glory.

But people haven't looked away from this beautiful armour, Brando shouted again and pulled an armed suit from there. Then he beckoned to Freya: "Freya, come here."

"Um?" Our future Valkyrie Young Lady is a little stunned.

"Try this armor."

"Wait," Bretton couldn't help but subconsciously taunted: "Brando, wouldn't you want Freya to put on that set of decorations? Not all armour are used in actual combat, you know?"

Brando didn't bother to care about him at all, he was going to put on the Freya while holding the armed suit. But the girl blushed and put on ponytail to take over the armed service and said, "I, let me do it myself."

He hesitated. He didn't pay much attention to game before. He and those women's Knight and warrior companions also helped each other, but they forgot it was a reality.

"What do you think?" Bretton couldn't help asking when he saw Freya running to the wood pile alone.

"What?"

"That's a work of art. It's too heavy, don't you want Freya to wear it to fight? Besides, have you militia learned how to fight with armor?"

"Too heavy?" Brando heard this statement for the first time. He couldn't help but look back at the young guard lieutenant, wondering if his brain was flooded.

He didn't give much explanation, he beckoned to let Freya come over, and then helped her put on this half-plate armor. Then he asked, "How do you feel?"

"A bit heavy and not very flexible."

The youngsters behind Bretton makes a snicker. Can an obvious ornament -- be heavy? Of course, most of these laughs are well-intentioned, but there is no lack of malicious irony.

Brando ignored them, and said to this armor: "s’taz."

The word is ancient word, which means wind.

half-plate armor was enveloped by a layer of cyan light for a moment, rising from Freya with a sound, protecting her body tightly. The young girl froze slightly and yelled in surprise: "This --?"

Brando turned back: "Half Plate of the Wind Empress injected into the wind element, some people have described it as too heavy. Presumably the elf craftsman who designed this armor will not stare, even if he is dead?"

Bretton sinks like water, while the young Knights behind him is silent.