The Amber Sword: Act 220 The Sword Against Fate (Part 1)

Scenario 220 against fate (Part 1)

The sound of shouting and killing shook the world.

As if the black feather arrow covers the sky, the uncountable undead on the red earth swarms from his side, and it is said behind him that it is the tragic, desperate, or angry cry of human beings. Freya wants to try his best to turn back , But can't move at all. Then the girl saw an Knight covered with white phosphorus flames all over her body, sitting on top of the skeleton warhorse and walking towards herself, and the other side looked down at her, the burning flame of eyes she had to revisit every night this week.

But this dream is so real, Freya is too nervous to speak, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't have woke up, the fate of the descendants of Valkyrie is too heavy," said Knight, a husky leaky voice: "Don't take everything for one's own for unrealistic beliefs."

Knight raised the long sword in his hand: "retreat, otherwise you will have no way back!" This voice sounded like a stern warning, its hand moved forward, and the cold sword edge pierced her heart.

"Ah––" Freya screamed in shock, and sat up coldly from the bed. She couldn't help covering her chest and panting lightly. This nightmare that had tortured her every day didn't know when she got entangled with her. Freya didn't know if it was some kind of omen or because of the recent training pressure.

She felt one's own's heart pounding, but the rapid footsteps on the outside corridor quickly overwhelmed it. The dim light made Freya realize that already is back to reality. The sound of footsteps outside should be those Knight -- who have passed the news. It seems that there are many times more people who pass information every day since the war in the south. The war of the past has attracted attention, and even forgot that the kingdom itself is on the verge of civil war, because everyone knows that the Duke in the north will wait at least after the snow and ice have melted before driving Ampere Searl south. Compared to the Radnor war, Like what Oberbeck called "appetizer before dinner".

This appetizer is not a great irony for Aouine noble itself, but nobles does not seem to take it seriously and waits cheerfully to see that the Radnor tiger has a few teeth left. For most people, this question is about how many teeth are left in Count of Radnor. Of course, in Royal Knight Academy, no one believes that Brando can win. At least Freya waits nervously for news from frontline every day.

The courier passes through the long corridor and the courtyard behind the dormitory. News about the war will be sent to Princess Gryphine first. Half-Elven Princess coldly read a few lines of words on this thin parchment, and then put down the news that the -- Pallas' army and the ‘rebels’ were fighting. already passed over, but there was no substantial progress.

"One or two more days," Gryphine thought to herself, she said to the messenger, "copy a few copies and take them to other adults."

"Need to bring other adults over?"

"No need, there will be Month of Winter Chords's competitive competition, as well as winter twilight hunting activities, help me prepare, I will go and see for myself."

The courier bowed out.

...

‘crafty fox’ Makarov ca n’t help shaking his head and chuckling after reading the information at hand. He wanted to put the information on the top of the pile of documents on the desk beside him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and recovered the original movement, and took the thin parchment paper out of the one's own room.

Holding the information Makarov directly to the Count of Violet's residence, he was stopped by the subordinates and told his one's own friend already to go to the stadium of the competitive competition. Makarov remembered that it seemed to be the case. Borrowed a carriage to the competition arena, miles away.

Month of Winter Chords ’s competitive competition has a long history in Aouine and even the entire Kirrlutz South. The events of the competition include Horsemanship, martial arts and Swordsmanship. This competition is mainly to prove the glory of one's own to Knight in various regions. youngsters is keen on such Activities, the public can also meet the one's own hero complex in such competitions. In Royal Knight Academy, such activities are even more meaningful. College students often fiercely compete for the crown woven by Evergreen Winter Tree leaves in order to prove that they are the best Knight of the year.

Athletics competition started preparation in the early morning, and in the morning already was crowded. However, Makarov is indeed a friend of Barry. It didn't take long for him to find each other in the crowd. This Count of Violet, also from Lantolian, is meticulously wearing a purple-silver-edged coat that matches his identity. There are three silver leaves on the cuff of the coat to represent his identity. He does not wear a hat, but he holds a tall glass A man stood at the highest point of the wooden stand that was just set up, where he was blowing cold wind.

Barry saw one's own friends approaching him, raised his glass and laughed, "Toldo wine for five or seven years, I know you don't like to drink."

"In fact, I don't like to drink any wine." Makarov replied angrily.

"I know, alcohol affects judgment. I don't judge anyway." Count of Violet spread his hands.

"Did you receive the news of Trentheim?" Makarov did not want to entangle him on this issue.

"You mean the joke about old dogs also having a few teeth?" Barry asked lightly.

"I want to ask how long do you think" Rebels "will support?"

"What do you think, don't you think that youngster is likely to win?" Barry played with the wine glass: "He has Silver Elf and Dragon Race behind him."

"Silver Elf is just passing forget it/that's all."

"What about Dragon Race?"

"Dragon Race will not think that their hasty involvement in human affairs will cause a rebound in Holy Cathedral. No one wants to provoke Holy War, even the most lawless Archdukes in the kingdom."

"That's the same, but the youngster itself is no better than the waste of the Meng Family family. With Pallas' character, it may be a big loss in his hands."

Makarov sneered: "Yes, I think he's ridiculous."

"How do you say that?" Barry asked deliberately.

"I thought he would break it down to zero and drag Pallas to Trentheim. The consumption of 30,000 troops is an astronomical figure. In addition, humans and Madara have no mutual trust. For a long time, Pallas will undoubtedly fail. "

"But that youngster has built a line of defense in situ, ready to fight against Pallas in a decent manner, and disappointed our Mr. crafty fox, right? Indeed, it is very troublesome for a small number of people to contain Radnor, but I I heard that he managed Trentheim well. This may be to ensure the next year's grain output. Have you ever thought that if he survives this battle, he will soon become a real confession of Radnor? "Count of Violet eyebrow slightly raised , Asked.

Makarov looks at one's own friends.

Barry smiled dumbly: "Indeed, I don't think he can, but maybe there will be miracles, you know, miracles in this world will always appear when people want them. Now we need this miracle, So I prayed reverently, maybe Mother Marsha will look at my face and give me a miracle. "

It's just too unreliable to pin your hopes on something as miracle as miracles, so Makarov also knows that the friend one's own is just joking, and the other party's character has always been this way. However, the two characters standing at the top of Aouine didn't expect that their unintentional conversation was unexpectedly heard by a little girl under the wooden stand who was preparing for the next game.

"Freya, what's wrong with you?" A female college student pushed a confused girl, who seemed to have just returned: "Eh? Ah?"

"Well, why are you losing your soul, could it be that misses a man?" The girl couldn't help laughing.

"... You, what are you talking about." Freya's blushed, and said things between men and women, those damsel are more courageous than her. Although everyone is still verbal, this young girl from the Bucce countryside still can't bear it.

But she cares more about what she heard before than this. She couldn't help asking: "Tiesha, who was talking above?"

She asked the girl around her, her companion in the bedroom, named Tiesha. As she said, she was a girl from noble family who was selected because of her talent on Magic.

"It looks like a stand of noble above, there are some big people over there." The girl replied: "Compared with the real big noble above, the little noble like ours is like the difference between commoner and noble Almost. If we do n’t get permission, we ca n’t even rush to talk to them. This is extremely rude.

She seemed to remember the origin of Freya's, and couldn't help but said, "Ah, sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. But then again, after you go out from here, it is at least half noble. "Said the girl with a bit of conscience.

Freya just smiled at her, but she was in a panic. She doesn't know what the situation is over Brando, but even the big men who control the fate of the kingdom are not optimistic about him, does it mean that the situation over there already is very critical? After all, Freya is still an aboriginal native of Aouine. The awe of authority is not reversible at a short time. At this moment, she only wants to grow a pair of wings to fly to Brando to survive the crisis with that youngster, or at worst it will die. Together --

Freya does n’t know what she thinks in her heart, she ca n’t help thinking about the acquaintances she knew with Brando, and of course not all of them are good memories. She could n’t help remembering that at the time of Golden Tree, she was kind Good intentions to find him and Romaine, he even fierce her, and often take advantage of her and Romaine's.

When I think of this, Freya flushes, but somehow, there is a little sweetness in my heart. It was just this small sweetness that turned into fear and depression, and even the voice of her name outside, for a moment, was not heard.

"It's your turn, Freya!" The girl at the side finally couldn't stand it: "What's wrong with you, isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No, no ..." Freya remembered this. She came to participate in the competition competition. She picked up spear in a panic, but was immediately glared: "This is the Swordsmanship game ..." The girl was not angry. Said quietly.

“Ah!” Freya can't wait to find a hole to drill down at this moment.

"Forget it, but you don't have to hold it up." The girl sighed and looked at her with anxiety: "Remember to get a good grade, hey, if I'm not familiar with you, I would think Which man do you think of idiots ... "

Freya just walked outside the stands and almost fell to the ground after hearing this sentence. Of course, she would not admit that she was thinking about Brando before she was killed. However, when it comes to getting a better score, it is not easy. Her marksmanship and Horsemanship ranks are not in the current level. Although Swordsmanship is slightly better, it is not enough among the excellent youngster selected throughout the entire Aouine watch.

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