The Amber Sword

"You are a Blackfire," Hipmela smiled slightly. "Do you know the origin of the Blackfire?"

The young man froze.

Pandora's magic box was opened, war and plague, monsters and disasters followed, so was the era of the so-called civilization disaster.

It was the most glorious era of the Temple of the Earth, and Gaia's daughters and the Mines guarded this civilized and orderly world. At that time, Hipamila knew that there was a group of people who lost their families and loved ones because of the invasion of monsters, vowed revenge, took the black flame as the mark, and enemies with the monster for life.

Together with the Temple and the Legion, they were called the three swords of civilization.

But time flies, swords are decaying.

She winked at the big man, who immediately rushed to the girl with thick eyebrows and ran away, and the crowd finally began to turn around. The young man in the black robe stayed for a while before hesitating to follow.

He thought for a while before tearing off the brooch representing the Secret from his robe and throwing it into the ruins aside.

Behind the crowd, dozens of tentacles finally caught up with Hipamila and pressed her together.

"Miss priest!" The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help screaming.

Hipamila's figure disappeared.

Frederick's tentacles surrounded the priestess in the center. They were intertwined with thousands of faces on them. These faces changed their expressions and whispered whispers, like whispers in their ears, whispering, and long chant interest.

Hipamila felt a voice in her head. That sound was like hundreds of people's voices superimposed together. They repeated different tones and different contents, humming and noisy, but they made people understand the content.

"They betrayed you."

"The Earth Temple no longer exists."

"I know you. Little girl."

"You are the priest of the Temple of the Earth."

"You don't belong to this era ..."

Hipamila pursed her lips and frowned at the big guy. She was still a little scared in her heart, but she was the shepherd of Himilud, who was pasturing the earth on behalf of the goddess. She must wait. Flock, stand here.

She took a soft breath. The breast was undulating. "I know you too. Friedrich, your rhetoric won't confuse me," she said loudly.

A low laugh burst into her head.

"Hehehehe."

"But I found something interesting from the thinking of these people ..."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Poor, the once glorious temple is now a vassal of the barbarians."

"Do you know how the Earth Temple perished?"

The noisy voices are upside down and annoying. Thousands of tones overlap, as if there are hundreds of people chattering in your mind.

"Those ordinary people don't understand ..."

"How proud you are."

"They only know Fly Camp Gou."

"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith ..."

"You are incompatible with this world."

Hipamila was silent.

The last sentence struck her heart. The girl's eyes were glittering, her mouth opened slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she really did not fit in with this world.

This is not her time.

Himilud is the King of Chongshan, and her pride led her to carve the throne to the summit of the mountains, all year round under the chilling wind.

And her priests are equally proud, and each shepherd is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age, and her heart is pure and flawless. Unwavering determination and respect.

This arrogance is born, as if naturally overriding mortals, they guard mortals, like a flock of watch goddesses.

Because the lambs are weak, they need their protection.

They are strong, so they can show mercy.

But that era is finally over

From the moment she was called to this world. Understand such a truth.

This is a mortal age. Hipamila silently put away the pride in her heart. She is a smart girl who knows how to protect herself. She learned to smile politely, like a gentle and approachable girl, like a girl next door.

She watched the world without saying a word, because she understood that she was out of step with this world, and only in her heart evaluated the backward production technology, outdated armaments, weak strength, and unwavering will to fight. Times.

Maybe it's kind, but it's too weak, if the goddess is still there, it will be another look.

How should such a world fight against dusk?

She felt a little weird. She didn't understand why Master Martha and the people of God had to arrange it this way, but on the one hand, she did not dare to consult the history books about the past.

She knew she was afraid.

Because pride cannot tolerate mistakes.

"They can't even learn to be in awe."

"They only have cheap gratitude ..."

"But it will soon disappear and you will be completely forgotten."

"Only worship and awe can last long."

"Go kill them ..."

Friedrich's voice was tempting.

However, the ruby ​​on the nail of the last sheep automatically lights up. The fearlessness of the knight comes from the fearless spirit. It eliminates all fear and confusion, immune to all interference from the spirit and will, shields the mind, and clear thinking. .

Hipamila came to her senses, and her eyes became more and more firm.

"Pride will eventually be destroyed. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of the Earth Temple is only a part of history. Its survival is only a moment to the world itself," she replied.

"Hehehehe."

"Listen to this arrogant tone ..."

"Look at this high priest ..."

"Comment on the course of history with mortal eyes."

"How arrogant. It looks like you still have a place in your heart."

Friedrich's voice retorted sharply and carefully, like the harsh noise of a file.

Hipamila looked up at these intertwined tentacles and replied loudly: "Fredrich, you can't confuse me, my character is not my weakness. I never feel ashamed of it because of the pride in my heart Not a blind source "

"Because I've seen so many better people than me, Friedrich, even in this age."

Frederic was silent before he said dumbly:

"Oh?"

"Someone could ask a priest of Hemirud to say such things."

"How confusing."

"You're lying, little girl."

"Disappointing, disgusting. The age of the ancestors is over. A disgusting world is left."

Hipamila laughed, and she said adoringly: "That's because you haven't met him. He can fight against an empire for a promise. He is not strong, but heroic and determined, humble and self-contained. There is no vice of nobles, neither frivolous nor arrogant. The ideals and beliefs carried by him are so pure, as if from the ancient philosophers, it is no exaggeration to say that I am full of respect for adults. "

Frederick's voice buzzed back, finally turning into one: "The reverence of a priest of Hemirud is confusing ..."

"Let me see the little thoughts in your heart."

"The seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth."

"You can't fool yourself, little girl ..."

"Tell me, who is that?"

Hipamila answered with a smile: "My Lord Lord."

"A mortal?" The voice was full of disdain.

The former breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the horrible tentacles in front of him with a strange look: "This is the time of mortals. Frederick."

"So what?" Frederick replied with a strong disdain. "You expect a mortal to come to your rescue?"

"Master Lord will not come to save me," Hipamila answered, "he is here to kill you."

Friedrich gave out a deafening laugh, and even more than a dozen tentacles trembled, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

A mortal, kill him?

Bran gave a heavy sneeze, and he could not help frowning in confusion, since entering the golden stage. It is impossible to get him by any natural disease. He has a constitution that is hundreds of times as ordinary as a man, saying that he is degraded like a cow.

Could someone be spreading an unnatural plague here?

He knew that Andesa and Mayad were in the city. Although the latter was dead, who knows that there are still several shepherds here. The shepherd is the most like to play with these filthy things.

Hipamila hasn't been able to connect with his mind since the last time he contacted him, but he feels his element pool diminishes and realizes that the opponent may be caught in a fight.

Who knows if the other party is a shepherd?

Or it should be said that most of them are shepherds.

His eyes swept away from both sides of the burning street. At this time, the Nancheng District should be almost burned. The two rows of houses had only some embers left. The unburned masonry still maintained the original structure, but it was After the support of wooden structures, how long they can stand is hard to say.

Soon he saw a group of refugees

Pedestrians went slower and slower.

The girl with thick eyebrows stopped for the first time, and the others stopped as if infected by it.

Everyone didn't speak. To say that the best result is now. Fortunately, for the rest of the life after the robbery, only two or three people were lost. The front is the temple. Once you get there, you are safe.

But they didn't have a little bit of gratefulness in their hearts. It was so dreary and depressing that no one knew how to speak.

On weekdays, when life is threatened, most people here may be afraid that everyone is behind them, as long as they escape on their own.

But at this time, they felt that their feet were filled with lead, and they could not move one by one.

The little boy didn't understand the silence of adults. He just kept asking the priest and sister? Several times I wanted to turn around and look back, but was dragged by a big man.

The big man didn't say a word. He was a knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it away.

The girl with thick eyebrows held his hand, her heart was heavy, but she couldn't blame anyone, for what use were they left behind?

"Master Lord will not die," she murmured. "She said that Lord Lord would come to save her, and she said so surely."

"Master Lord?"

"But how can a priest have a lord?" Someone asked.

Everyone quickly thought of the reason. "My lord lied to us. She was worried that we would not leave." As soon as this remark was made, everyone was silent.

There are always a handful of really cold-blooded people in this world. Although some are selfish, that is just an instinct for survival.

The crowd at the scene felt only a tight throat, and there seemed to be something dry in their eyes, and some people blinked desperately.

The young man in black robe silently followed everyone.

But for a moment, he felt like he saw something, and when he looked back, he saw nothing in the street. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been thinking too much lately so that he had hallucinations, but he was always in a mess. He didn't know if he wanted to go to the next place after leaving the secret meeting or was thinking The last sentence of that priest.

Do you know the origin of Blackfire?

What is the origin of the Blackfire, he certainly knew that the bishops repeatedly used this as the glorious history of the secret church, and repeatedly publicized it. But there are not many believers in the lower ranks. Many people participate in secret organizations with various purposes. Most of them are just seeking asylum, and he is one of them.

I heard more, perhaps I acquiesced in my identity, but in the subconscious, I still don't believe that the Blackfire believers had such a glorious history.

"Are we really fighting to cleanse the world?" Asked to himself, the young man felt that there was no answer to this question, but he could feel it, and Miss Shenguan looked at him without any discrimination.

Not as disgusted as those nobles.

He thought about these things thoughtlessly, and turned around again, but suddenly found that everyone present was silently taking a step back.

So much so that he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.

"What's going on?" The young man was startled.

Then he heard a voice he didn't want to remember in his dreams, as if from the deepest voice of the nightmare.

"Excuse me, is this lady like the priest you said?"

This polite way of asking questions is like a unique tone of a nobleman, but the other person's tone is not indifferent and condescending, but it makes people feel gentle and approachable.

Everyone looked at the young man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

He is an earl.

The big man thought.

This person is not Cruz.

He may be the Lord Lord Lord, but the girl with thick eyebrows came up with such a thought.

…… (To be continued.)