The Amber Sword Chapter 494: Final Battle V (before discovery

Moon of Hoar Frost in November.

Paragrass and snow are falling down on the prairie howling in the cold wind. This year's winter was particularly difficult for Torquine Leonin. The expedition failed, the endless internal struggles, Bosss of various clans pushed and quarreled with each other, the rumors of the sun in some areas of the South and the West fell into Yong Ye, a large number of cattle and sheep Animals died from the snow disaster, and refugees came from all directions, making the situation worse.

The thick cowhide tent is warm as spring.

The bright flame was burning on the match, making a peeling sound, and sparks occasionally rose up, climbing up along the bottom of the black paint pot. A pot of lamb ribs was boiled in the pot, and a layer of thick oil was stirling with froth, and the air was filled with a meaty aroma mixed with the aroma of plant tubers.

Naer's gaze was a little lost.

The way Leonin calculates the time of year is slightly different from other civilizations. Because the nation lacks the culture of farming, they use the withered grass to divide the two most important seasons of the year. -- Passed.

That seems to be a long time ago. In the most prosperous season of the year, the people are full of spirits, and it just passed the ceremony of adulthood. It bundles the white mane into a hair whip, and wants to be the most popular of the Leonin family. Great warrior. Just like his predecessors, he regained Torquay's long-lost honor.

At that time, everything seemed to be moving in the best direction.

But in a blink of an eye, they lost everything, they lost their childhood playmates, they lost their father, they lost a lot of close people. The Torquine's Leonin, however, was interrupted by the spine and was unable to stand any longer.

This harsh winter can bring the clan to extinction.

Leonin teenagers are filled with confusion, and Torquine lost its glory. When will they be able to recapture it?

"Naer, Naer." The person next to him whispered reminded that Naer was back to the gods. The tent was bustling, and the leaders of seven or eight clans surrounded the three humans. kindness.

The atmosphere in the tent is tense and tense. The human Knight presses on the hilt of the sword. His look is vigilant. The hands of wizard are under the sleeve of one's own. I don't know what to hold. Only the man who claimed to be an envoy, the half face under the hood, looked as usual.

Naer pale green eyes looked at these people.

"After my father died, I don't have any extra thoughts now, I just want to lead my people through this difficult winter," said the Leonin teenager, and he stood up, with the brass bundle on his mane on his chest. The rings collided with each other: "Although the Torquine people temporarily lost their beloved king, this does not mean that we have fallen, and we will not be allied with humanity."

"This winter is very cold," the human girl standing in the middle said, half a cheeky face exposed under her hood, with a smile: "Tomorrow will be colder in winter."

"Can I think you are provoking us?" Naer frowned: "But I won't care about a woman, you go."

When the girl raises head came, everyone present felt heavily jumped, and people saw a pair of eyes shining like stars, wise and far-reaching, as if enough to see through the heart: "I am the daughter of Tikes Duke, dare to fight with me Bet, Your Highness Naer? "

"What bet?" Naer obviously did not want to be looked down upon by a woman.

"I will convinces you that the bet is the future of Torquine's Leonin."

"What did you lose?"

"I will marry you."

The heart of Leonin teenagers is heavily. Leonin women are slim and slender, and their aesthetics are not much different from humans. But in any case, it can't deny the beauty of the young girl in front of her. The eyes that penetrated the human heart were silent at first sight.

But he still shook his head: "I can't accept it."

The girl didn't care, she glanced at her one's own companion. Then wizard took out an old parchment paper from under the sleeve. In front of the eyes, wizard carefully spread out the parchment paper and placed it in front of a group of Leonin clan Boss.

When you saw this parchment, all the Leonins changed their faces.

Naer clenched his fists, and felt a rush of blood rushing over his head, his eyes burst into anger, and he looked at the girl. The face that had previously felt innocent and beautiful was now also vicious and twisted in its eyes.

That's just a crumpled parchment, and it doesn't seem to be complete.

Yellow and scorched paper is full of text, but on the blank corner, there is a slightly black paw print. This paw print was torn from the middle, like a mark of humiliation, twisting and separating the history and honor of the Leonin family.

Under the pressure of Dragon of Darkness, when Holy Cathedral of Earth first withdrew from Holy Covenant.

The extremely angry Flame King Gaetel in the face of the King of Leonin shredded the vow representing the promise of Torquine people, and threw it in front of this friend he once had, and the hero of Leonin, that era Torquine The human lion king was ashamed to face one's own's friends, but he took away the half alliance belonging to one's own.

So this eternal shame has remained in Kirrlutz for nearly a thousand years since then.

This is also the hatred of the Torquine Leonin generations. Their predecessor was only forced by the order of Holy Cathedral of Earth. The greatest hero in the history of Leonin died shortly after withdrawing from the covenant.

The successor of the great surname Correct of the Naer family.

"Today after the millennium, we all know the truth," the girl quietly replied, "the Lion King ended his guilt with the one's own method, but we also cannot choose history. Torquine people have indeed suffered the blame which should not be sustained.

"My father, just let me return it to you --"

Naer froze.

A group of Leonin clan Boss also choked.

That is the long-lost glory of Torquine, so quietly placed there, subconsciously wants to reach out and grab, but it is as difficult as it is near the horizon. Regrets over a thousand years, because of failure and inferiority of the betrayal, Leonins had to be trapped on this barren grassland.

The wishes of countless people, every night, make every Leonin king anxious to return to that moment, even if he died immediately, the fate of Torquine must be changed.

But people cannot choose history.

Confused, low self-esteem, and self-doubt. This is the mentality of many Torquine people. Tragedy seems to have been formed by already from the beginning. A history without heroes, it is dim and dull for a nation as if it is an eternal night.

Because they are all descendants of the betrayer.

But the Leonin boy finally clenched his fists.

"What on earth do you want?" It asked lightly, that a nation's self-esteem and honor are not derived from charity. The first thing people did wrong, descendant had to make up for it.

The girl looked up at such a monarch of Leonin. It was only a teenager, but already had the character of a monarch.

"This winter is very cold. Many people will die on the prairie," she looked at the heavy snow outside the tent. "Next winter may be even colder. The food on the prairie will not support so many people, only the elderly will be abandoned. , Killing a weak baby, maybe only one of the ten newborns can grow up in hunger, and how many young adults did Torquine lose in this year, and how long will it take to recover? "

She turned back, smiled slightly, and smiled warmly: "Your Highness Naer, we have only one request, which is to **** us out of this grassland."

After speaking, she bowed to salute everyone, and then turned to leave.

A little quiet -- in the tent

Only the sound of grunting grunts.

"His Highness ..." the Bosss of the Leonin clan whispered.

They exchange their eyes, their green eyes are full of anxiety and anxiety, but there is something else.

"Wait."

Naer finally summoned the courage to stop the opponent.

"Are you going to Anzeluta?"

"Are you allied with Hazellian?"

The girl stopped and nodded her head.

Leonin teenager seems to have made up his mind, he turned to his one's own and said, "Take those things out."

There is silence in the tent.

The people took a box, carefully placed the contents of the box on the short table, and connected it with the piece of parchment paper --. It was the year when Leonin was found piecemeal in these hundreds of years. That torn covenant.

The fragments seem to symbolize the obsession of the Torquine people. They carefully collect it, as if one day they can recover their long lost glory from these fragments.

But at this moment, it all seems a bit worthless.

A crumpled and cracked parchment paper soon appeared on the short table. It was about a quarter to a fifth of the original. The cracked dark red paw print was crooked On top of these fragments.

Naer glanced at the girl.

He stepped forward, made a slit in the palm of one's own with his paw, and let his blood drip on the black and dried paw print. The rose-red blood dripped little by little, and under the bright light, the new and old blood seemed to gradually merge together at this moment.

"Torquine Leonin, fulfill the promise of one's own again."

"We haven't done it thousands of years ago, and today we will make up a thousand times!"

"We are with you --"

"Go to finish this war."

As described above Dark Blue Poem.

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"Where is that?"

"Ayre."

Bretton watched the flares of the stars, the black plume of smoke on the plains started from the sky, and even though the stars were looming, the sky was getting closer to night and still clearly visible.

Aier is the main town of Corcova, the second largest city after royal capital. The flare of light there proves that Corcova is still fighting, and White Lion Legion has not completely fallen.

The three stood on the mountain road, with a little glow in their eyes, watching the scene silently.

The accompanying Knights also kept silent, although everyone was injured, the sight in front of them had long forgotten the pain.

The kingdom is in flames, and this is their shame.

everyone clenched his teeth secretly.

"Where is your city?" asked a somewhat ambiguous voice.

That's an old dwarf. He sat on the back of a rock sheep wearing a heavy armor with his toes, holding a warhammer in his hands, squinting in that direction with a pair of small eyes.

Bretton turned back, and looked strangely at the other party -- already for several years, not seeing the dwarves moving on the surface. Although it is said that across the north of the Wushan Mountains, there is indeed a little-known path leading to the ground.

This ancient road travels between the high mountain ridges, through deep valleys and ancient forests, through rough rocks and weathered Colossus, and finally reaches the entrance of an ancient passage. Many years ago, the alpine dwarves once controlled the entrance to the underground passage, guarding the gate to the underground world.

They built a hall deep in the mountains. These underground halls tangled and complicated are connected to each other to form a dwarf city. When the Dwarf King country was most prosperous, they even once built a huge empire.

But with the decline of the silver family, after the disappearance of the Rune Dwarf and silver plains, the scenery of the dwarves no longer exists, the empire falls apart, leaving only countless ruins in the dark and deep underground.

In War of the Holy Saints, dwarves of the high mountain family have betrayed humans and the elf coalition. Since then, people have rarely seen their existence in the ground world. There are few dwarf adventurers in human society, but they are not actually residents of the Dwarf King country, but ethnic minorities who grew up in human society.

But these dwarves are obviously not the same.

The dwarf leaned on the saddle pad of his goat, the back of the saddle towered like a hill, and Aouine did not have such a shaped saddle.

Not to mention that the other party is gorgeously dressed, wearing gold and silver, and the necklace on the chest is studded with agate and red sapphire. The thick dwarf armor is carefully carved like an artwork. Although Bretton doesn't know much about precious metals, it can be seen at a glance that the material of this armor is by no means simple.

Manrique also looked stunned. He turned to look at the Young Countess behind him. Delfhyr paled, holding a long box, and told them in a mouthful: "Mithril --"

This dwarf is obviously not simple.

Bretton nodded silently to the other question.

The dwarf stroked his beard and used a large brown-red beard. brass The loop was woven like a few split flames. The ring is also engraved with staggered patterns, that is a dwarf noble Unique family emblem , Each dwarf clan is different, their siblings living on the ground have long been already Forget these traditions.

The obvious disdain on revealed on his huge nose: "Not much."

Manrique did not retort after forbearing, partly because these dwarves saved their lives, and partly because of the well-equipped and more than forty dwarf heavy cavalry surrounding the old dwarf.

In fact, since the Swallowburg drastic change that day, they have chosen to abandon the Air Ship team staying in Swallowburg and leave County -- with Holy Sword turned to zero. This is mainly to avoid the rebel blockade of Yanilas and Burleigh. After all, Air Ship It is also not possible to return to Southern Territory without going through King's Harbour.

The secondary reason is that the target of Air Ship is too large, and it is easy to attract the attention of Sasaarland people.

But even so, it is obvious that they continuously encountered -- in Swallowburg territory. Baron Dahl did not intend to give up Holy Sword Misor easily. After breaking through the blockade of the rebels in the end, everyone finally had to divert to the north and, on the suggestion of a White Lion Knight from Kolos, crossed the misty mountains to Corcova.

Although the entire Aouine northern border is not stable now, as long as Corcova is out, it will be easy to merge with White Lion Legion stationed in Balta. Both Manrique and Bretton believe that since the Ampere Searl World War I, the White Lion Legion re-formed through Her Highness the Princess will never change again.

But the Correct journey of tragedy broke out from this, fewer rebels intercepted them, but this time their enemies became more terrible monsters. -- was first of all the crystals they had seen in Swallowburg County. The monsters, as well as the terrible existence, which the rebels call a capable tribe, cost them heavy losses every time.

After entering the Wushan Mountains, dozens of White Lion Knights were sacrificed along the way before they arrived here. If it weren't for these weird dwarves who suddenly appeared, I am afraid that all of them would be here.

And Manrique didn't forget that those terrible monsters were hammered one by one under these dwarves, as simple as smashing watermelon.

"Why do those Crystalline chase you?" the dwarf asked again.

Manrique is gone.

Delfhyr and Bretton glanced at each other and asked softly, "Do you mean those monsters?"

"Yes, Crystalline," the old dwarf glanced at Young Countess: "little girl, you don't understand their terribleness. I have seen the world crystallized by them, and there is no life there existence."

Delfhyr never expected those monsters to be so terrible. She recalled the scene in Swallowburg County, her knuckles were a little pale.

Bretton saw that she didn't look well, so she stepped forward to retell the whole thing.

"This is Aouine?" the old dwarf asked suddenly.

Bretton froze and nodded.

"Good luck." The old dwarf nodded his head, then looked at Delfhyr carefully, and said, "He said that you are the daughter of Count of Swallowburg. Your name is Delfhyr? Is your ancestor the son of Flaming Knight Sora? Family, right? "

He looked at the box that Count Qianjin held tightly: "This is Holy Sword Misor, don't worry, we will help you take it to where it should go."

Delfhyr froze for a while, her subconsciously eyes widened, watching the old dwarf forgetting to breathe.

While ping-ping-pong banging, the human Knights pulled out the sabre in all hands and looked at these dwarves vigilantly. Bretton and Manrique also blocked in front of Delfhyr at immediately. Bretton pulled out the sabre, and Manrique pulled a handle from his pocket.

"What do you want?" the young captain asked nervously.

But the old dwarf didn't look at him. He turned around and instructed a dwarf behind him Knight: "Have a trumpet, have you seen that place?" He pointed to the direction of Corcova, the fire on the plain. Soaring into the sky, "Let ’s go there, where is called Aire, I asked -- before"

The dwarf cavalry nodded and immediately released the horn from his waist.

But before he held up the horn in both hands, the voice of Delfhyr finally came over: "Who are you ... who are you?"

The old dwarf put on a helmet and turned around. with a muffled voice replied to her: "You can call me Carifen, or Griffin King ... in the name of Ailin Holy Anvil, for silver Plain --"

The dwarven heavy cavalry shouted in unison.

Woo --

Horn shrill cry.

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