The Amber Sword: Act 351 Requiem I

"Daddy ... daddy ... help me ..."

The little girl was crying as she crawled, her nose and tears mixed on her little face, and the white dress was long black, dyed black and red.

If the village outside Brunoan citadel has been smeared with plasma, streets, water wells, wherever you go, there will be blood stains. The demons from River of Sulphur will string the residents who are too late to escape on the hooks and drag them out of the house , Cruelly killed, and then hung on a tree in the village. The little girl screamed at chant at her father, but her father might have become one of these unfortunate person.

But the demons seem to be playing with this little prey, and have great fun from the uneasy and shock of the little girl. They made her struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time she climbed a distance, Hellhound came forward to bite her white leg and drag her back.

The little girl was screaming and struggling, and the little devils not far away screamed in unison. It was like a feast to them. They took out a dying girl from the corpse pile, held her long flax-colored hair with her claws, and then slit her chest with a sharp knife, dissolving in the blood splash. Get out of the heart, and then **** it down and swallow it.

When the little girl saw this scene, already was completely frightened. When Hellhound came to her, she seemed to have lost interest, bite it, and then threw her huge head. The little girl lost her angry body. Was shaking with its huge mouth like a broken doll.

But at this time Correct, there is a Hell creature like MM10MM with a huge collar and a huge collar like Giant Wolf. Suddenly raises head comes. Shaking his ears, a look of vigilance appeared in the flowing eyes. A sharp arrow whistled from the distant night sky, separating the wind and the shower, and the arrow hit its smoky nostril. This creature, which smelled of sulfur, suddenly made a scream, and the whole body writhed backwards.

An Female Knight rushed out of the rain, and the sharp sword in his hand exuded cold-light spikes. The light of resentment appeared in her eyes, one hand raised the chin of Hellhound, and the flames burned from under the fur of Hellhound. She burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and sent the sword up, and the sword fell into the handle.

"drop dead!. Demon, go back to your Hell!"

Hellhound uttered a howl, a hot, foul-smelling blood spurted from the wound on its throat, splashing Freya's face.

Then more Knight burst out in the rain curtain, Beth held a long bow, one arrow at a time, and charged the little devil in the distance. These red-skinned ghosts are not as powerful as high Black Iron rank, and less than Hellhound killed by Freya.

Knights passed by Freya, loudly chant holding the name of Female Knight. But Freya seemed to have lost all his strength. heavily dumped the body of Hellhound on the ground. Then she bent down and carefully hugged the little girl. The little girl was a blur of blood from her neck to her chest. She half-closed her eyes, and the little mouth spit out blood foam and visceral fragments, trying to make a little noise:

"Sister ... it hurts ..."

Freya bit his lower lip, tears couldn't stop coming. This scene seems to have met before, and it has been staged in Bucce, and in many other places at Aouine. She had experienced it in the first place and experienced the same pain. The flames of war raged across the earth, but it would not be the kingdom's noble, but his people.

For a year, the kingdom seems to return to peace, but the same pain is repeated in time after time. This time it was Kirrlutzian and the noble in the north that brought such a terrible disaster. Who is next time?

Aouine can't change, just like she can't save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt that she could only watch her die weakly, and the little girl finally lost the temperature in her arms.

"Brando, what should I do ..." Freya lowered her gently and couldn't help mumbling.

She turned back, Beth did not know when already came behind Female Knight, and patted her back gently. "Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it." She sighed and replied.

"When will Aouine end the war?"

"Wait until it's stronger, no one can manipulate our destiny."

"Someday," Beth replied firmly, "Her Highness the Princess will definitely do it, and no longer rely on the decaying noble in the north."

Really? Freya couldn't help remembering what Brando had told her, but isn't royalist the same as noble? Can those nobles really experience such pain? The more she knew, the darker and deeper the history seemed to her eyes, as if a huge mouth was going to devour her. But she remembered those firm eyes in the sea of ​​fire of Bucce's, why is Brando always so confident?

The fog that disturbed everyone seemed to be existence-free in his eyes. Did he see the other end of history at already, and the inevitable ending?

Girl absentmindedly is out of the blue.

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The positions of Brunoan are like a charred bottom of the pot, and some sticks are erected above and below the scorched earth, some of them still have a few broken flags. The scorching armor fragment was scattered all over, and there were incomplete human bodies, hands and feet, or other parts everywhere.

The demon's offensive finally came to an end, but it brought unparalleled shock to people's hearts. The defeated soldiers successively successively retreat, finally built a line of defense after retreating two or four or five miles away. The genius of the Hong Kong contractor, Viscount Von Dougainen looked at the large pits in the distance from the ground, hating his teeth itching. When the old masters of Northern Coalition cried and asked to retreat, he should really wipe them all one by one. Killed, it's just a bunch of creeps.

He was lucky enough to survive the Maer Highland battle. Although he was captured and captured, he was quickly exchanged back. This made him look very bad, so he urgently needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of soldier is to move forward, especially in such wars. Killing a few more demons is the fund for future promotion.

But the demon's offense is so daunting, Viscount Von Dougainen doesn't know if he has any chance. On the other side of the horizon was a bright fire. It's as if the heavy rain is grease, making the flame more dazzling. Brunoan citadel is over, he doesn't care how many people died there, who died, these have nothing to do with him, but he at least understands that this line of defense already has become precarious.

He saw a few Knight wearing White Lion Legion jerseys walking past -- and those White Lion seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help spitting, such a fight was uncomfortable. Even the enemy's combat style is unclear, Commanders is really a bunch of stupid people.

Viscount Von Dougainen couldn't help looking at the sky, his eyes couldn't penetrate the rain curtain. However, the shadow of the Aouine Royal First Fleet can still be seen hanging in midair. His eyes were so deep that he didn't know what he was thinking.

Count of Yanilas last corrected the time on the pocket watch --

Fleet already is fully deployed in the direction in which the Northern Demon Army is stationed, and all gun doors above the ship's side are opened already. It's like opening countless black holes in eyes. The sun already completely sank below the horizon, and in the heavy rain, there was only a blackness with no fingers.

But Skyrim still has a string of afterglow, and a dappled light mixed with flames.

The light falls on the fortitude of Count and outlines a few straight lines. The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at those Kirrlutzian: "Fifteen minutes left."

Almost all high-level coalition forces, Kirrlutzian, Aouinian, are now concentrated on armor plates. Under the attention of Great Deacon Wood, Ciel put an crystal ball in the center, and Correct Brando's image on crystal ball.

At the same time, Brando is also watching the image of Wood on crystal ball with Babasha on the parchment map.

"Brando. In fifteen minutes, Kirrlutzian will launch a total attack with Aouinian simultaneously, and we will attract your attention to the demon army from River of Sulphur several times theirs," Wood wearing the Deacon robe looks serious. "But can you really find a way to tear down those Door of Flame?"

"I cannot guarantee it." Brando replied earnestly: "But you and I both understand what will happen if I cannot succeed, so we must do it."

"Me and you, --, this is true, Master Deacon." He smiled slightly.

Wood looks deeply at Brando.

If you can, this is one of his least wanted faces, and this Ampere Searl plan will almost become his nightmare. The situation at the port already completely deteriorated. If Northern Coalition cannot defeat the demon, then Kirrlutz Empire and Holy Cathedral of Fire are likely to pay a heavy price for this together.

That's three Door of Flame. No one knows more about it than him. No, one person may be at least as clear as him. Wood stared at each other dumbly, not understanding what this youngster would know so much insider.

As soon as Brando opens, the North nobles is fried:

"Is this guy shirk responsibility?"

"Master Deacon, if he can't pack the tickets, what's the point of launching a decisive charge against the demon here, it's like a fool."

"Is this how Her Highness the Princess is trying to consume the strength of its allies?"

"Stand by, Holy Cathedral of Fire will not leave us alone."

On the other side of crystal ball, Princess Gryphine also grabbed the sleeve of Brando's. She looked at him a little bit angrily and asked, "Mr. Brando, you said, we want to see what happens."

"They are demons, Her Highness the Princess."

"I know, but you don't need to take unnecessary risks," Her Highness the Princess tried to suppress the anger of one's own: "Mr. Brando, we can finally defeat them! I do not support your personal heroism. Although it is romantic, but But it ’s not the right way! "

Brando sighed, extend the hand smoothed out the messy hair on Her Highness the Princess's forehead, and this action scared everyone around. Even Eldest Princess froze, but Brando didn't care. To be honest, he didn't know if he could go back alive during this trip.

The moment he made his decision, he knew what kind of battle he would face next.

"Have you ever seen a real demon army, Her Highness the Princess?" he asked softly.

...

"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of stupid people." Wood slowly turned back, and anyone could hear the anger bred in the tone of Great Deacon. Northern nobles is not alive, but you must bow your head in front of Holy Cathedral of Fire. Everyone for a moment is indifferent.

"Devils are the deadly enemies of order and civilization. Her Highness the Princess, they wild and intractable, although they are not subordinate to Dragon of Twilight, are born of chaos. They were born to tear everything, all beautiful and cherished things, Are their enemies. And their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals.

"Holy Cathedral fights against Demonic Cultist, not to subdue the voice of opposition. Those who follow the Twilight's, chaotic believers, their faith is to shatter this world and make our world no longer existence. However, some of today ’s present People, some nobles -- who should take the lead in guiding the people have ignored this foolishly, which is regrettable. "

"The scourge of the demon of Four Borders Plain still remembers that the demons emerging from the open Teleportation Gate destroyed everything, a whole kingdom, almost all souls have completely disappeared. Who will save them? No one. Even Holy Cathedral Can't do it. Her Highness the Princess, have you ever seen a demon walk on the ground, the flames of sulfur burning everything behind them? "

"I've seen it, I wasn't Holy Cathedral's high level Priest at that time. Millions of demons came upon this world, and it took Holy Cathedral ten years of effort to drive them back to River of Sulphur completely."

"Today, Aouine is facing the same fate."

"In those years, opening on the border of Antroborough was just a crack. Today, it is a whole three complete Teleportation Gate." Wood said quietly, he is not afraid to reveal the secret of Holy Cathedral, because if today ’s affairs If he is not good, his political life will be completely ended and he will become a sinner.

More importantly, the reputation of Holy Cathedral of Fire will suffer an unimaginable blow.

On the other side. Brando was silent for a while, and decided to tell the truth: "Her Highness the Princess, Aouine will turn into a piece of scorched soil. Although one day we may be able to rebuild it, but there is still a chance for it right now?"

There are millions of lives here, and that probably has nothing to do with him. He would not see them endured in the flames, he would not see them die in pain, and he would not even hear the sorrow before their death.

Everything seems so irrelevant to him, he can still carry out the one's own plan in an orderly way and reshape this ancient kingdom on the wasteland.

At least Valhalla isn't it?

Maybe so. But Brando couldn't convince himself to ignore it. He could tell that he hadn't seen it all, but he couldn't lie to the most true emotion in his heart.

Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart. It tells him -- what is right and what is wrong.

No one is born a hero, but at least you can let go now. As he has experienced everything, he understands that there is only one thing in this world that cannot be made up for.

That's regret.

Her Highness the Princess absentmindedly looks at him.

"Mr. Brando, you ..."

"Her Highness the Princess, you said you believed me."

"You ..." Princess Gryphine gritted his teeth and struggled, but finally let go of his hand: "Well, I understand ..."

Brando nodded to her, then he turned back and looked at the Deacon Wood image on crystal ball. "It seems we have reached an agreement, congratulations, Lord Deacon."

Wood nodded, but sighed slightly. The Great Deacon could not help lowering his eyelids slightly: he was indeed acting too much Meng Lang, and he probably shouldn't have pampered it all from the beginning.

"May the Mother Marsha in the sky still bless us, I hope Aouine national transport is not over." He never hoped for a moment that Aouine can continue existence to go down -- at least as a Kirrlutzian, a Holy Cathedral Great Deacon, I am afraid today He most deeply hopes that this country will continue the day of existence.

Brando also smiled: "Yeah, I hope that Holy Cathedral of Fire did not violate the Will of the first king Gaetel too much, otherwise I was implicated and unjustly wronged some isn't that so --"

Wood snorted.

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