The Amber Sword

On the platform of the tree, a fast sailing ship was calling at the port, and the craftsmen and mechanics of the Hazel were intensively making final modifications to these airships.

Several white lion knights are selecting volunteers, but too many volunteers are congesting the emergency passage from the lower to the upper levels. The young and brave Tonigel sailor was loudly refuting the ridiculous conclusions of the officers, in the final analysis-why not choose them?

"You are too young."

"Sir, I just look young."

"Sir, only soldiers are recruited here."

"No, no, no, I am also a soldier! I used to be a cavalry of the Southern Front Army. Look at the injuries on my arm. This was left over during the first Black Rose war. Why do you Tonigers look down on people? What? "

The young Hasselblad craftsman looked at these yelling Eruins and shook his head back to his post.

The chief mate and the sailor stood frowningly around this handsome young man—the young man looked at the two men before he said, "I have told you more than once about the operation of this anchoring device. The core component is this space anchor. This is a space anchor effect created by the thirteen ring spell. It can have the effect of disturbing the teleportation-do you know what the thirteen ring spell is? "

"Understand." The two nodded again and again.

The young craftsman glanced at them suspiciously: "In this case, you should not delete the operation steps without authorization. Whether it is magic or magic technology is a serious matter. If you lose us in advance because of your misuse, A ship, do you know how serious the problem is? "

"Yes, yes," the two replied sweatily.

"Do you really understand?" The young craftsman raised his eyebrows.

"I understand," the chief officer nodded again and again: "But I don't think that the loop of opening the mechanical lock and activating the anchoring device can be performed together. This can save us a lot of time, isn't it? We're all going to die anyway-as long as the spell is activated, isn't it OK? "

The young craftsman stared at the suspicious guy.

The chief officer can only surrender: "Her Excellency has the final say, Your Excellency has the final decision."

"In short," the young man nodded with satisfaction. "You all understand?"

"Understand." The sailor gave his colleague a long elbow, and replied, "In short, please rest assured that you will give this thing to us."

The young craftsman frowned, and the slightly curly beautiful eyebrows revealed the meaning of "ha": "You seem to have made a mistake, and you learned to operate it just in case. Who? Said I was leaving? Can you handle this anchoring device well, but you are far worse than a professional-- "

The chief officer and the sailor looked at each other, "But ... sir, this boat is ..."

"Why, only you are allowed to be brave, Hazel is just a coward?" He knocked on the magic weapon and made an empty voice: "I can't solve that transmission channel. I stay there and the result is the same, instead of dying It ’s better to die on the front line at home. "

"But ..." the chief officer hurriedly replied: "Sir, you stay here to play a greater role."

The young craftsman didn't lift his eyelids and replied, "I can't help it. This is the decision of the Prophet. You can raise your objection to your commander. Are there any other questions?"

The first officer and the sailor glanced at each other, only shaking their heads: "No problem, no problem."

The teenager looked at the two of them, his mouth twitched with victory.

The sailor took the iron ball aside, and asked again, "What is this, cannonball?"

"This is the smaller one," replied the young craftsman. "It is equipped for the air cavalry, and its mode of operation and number of spells are not inferior to this large device-but the scope of influence It's much smaller. Simply put, this thing needs to be close to a certain degree to be useful, and the unprotected air cavalry is basically impossible to enter the portal, so holding it can only be a psychological comfort. "

The sailor took it in his hand and looked at it, and finally asked, "Can we take it?"

"Random," replied the young craftsman. "Although this thing is precious, it is so much here."

The two nodded and one took one.

In the distance, Auding looked at the situation inside the port, and suddenly there was some stability in his heart.

Because this is such an era.

People can die generously to guard everything.

And this is such an Eruin.

At this moment, it will be doomed to shine in the long river of past and future.

...

In a soft crack, Freya returned to God. The sword in her hand had penetrated the corpse of the crystal cluster somehow, and she coughed heavily, blood flowing down the corner of her mouth.

The blood-soaked hair clung to her forehead, and she pulled back her long sword, and fell to her knees on the ground because of her unstable strength. There was a blackening in front of her eyes, a sound of footsteps, and a small group of soldiers passing near her, but the smoke was so dense that people could not find the Valkyrie of Eruin.

Freya suddenly felt something.

A monotonous buzz resounded above the sky, the sound of the magic engine of a fast sailing boat.

She lifted her head subconsciously. In the blood-red sky, several shiny silver lines were passing through the smoke and fog, straight across the sky. Freya suddenly froze, and opened her chapped lips slightly.

A blaze of light was shining across the sky.

On the three intersecting horizontal lines, the main fleets of the Bugatians and Bancias have opened their formations, the volley fire flickers again and again, and a path of flames begins to slowly extend forward in the sky.

In its center is a small and brave fleet--

Twenty-three fast sailing ships with high silver sails.

They faced the wind, like twenty-three straight silver lines straight into the clouds.

That was the Eruin fleet.

Surrounded by artillery fire that exploded like fireworks, the gorgeous light was reflected on the young faces, and at this moment in front of them was not only a picture of a huge battlefield, but a colorful road.

The road of fire and light stretches forward in the air.

Silver Dragon Mithril also raised her slender neck, and in her mercury-like eyes, a little flash was reflected. It was so dazzling on this chaotic battlefield. The silver sail broke through the layers of siege, separating the thick smoke and the mist-Eru came here without any consideration, and with the dazzling light, the pieces exploded, and the rushing clusters could not stop Step forward.

She suddenly groaned.

The dragons dispersed in an instant and surrounded the invisible Yarak in the middle. At this moment, the offense and defense seemed to be transposed. Looking down from the sky, twenty-three tiny light spots have approached the huge black sphere.

Solomon watched the scene silently in the air.

He had no time to cast any more spells, but at this moment, he felt the power of that destiny-mortals stand side by side, and the future of the entire world is connected to each other like never before.

Everyone raised their heads subconsciously, staring at the silver flashes in the sky.

Under the attack of the crystal clusters, the six outermost speedboats finally began to fall slowly.

Then there are seven more ships.

People clenched their fists, but suddenly three fast sailing boats actively broke away from the main array. They accelerated into the ocean of crystal clusters, and the artillery on both sides spit out flashes of light. Flooded by clusters. But just as the light in people's eyes disappeared, the entire sea of ​​crystal clusters suddenly swelled, and a bright flash of light pierced through it.

A new round of the sun, the light scattered scattered above the clouds. Facing the long-lasting glow of the sun, Earl Autin stepped onto the podium. In the fierce gust of wind, the only seven speedboats remaining approached the target.

"Unlock the machine!"

The count commanded calmly.

"The lock is unlocked!" A whisper in reply echoed from the remaining airships.

"Report the distance."

"Seven hundred twenty."

There was a twisted sound of steel in the air. Under the siege of the crystal cluster, the Boniville on the outer side unfortunately hit the side of the Sandka. Off the ground.

"Take care, and I wish victory--"

"Long live Eruin."

This was the last signal from the two ships.

The goal is almost here.

Count Odin closed his eyes.

Five ships simultaneously activated the anchoring device-five tiny light spots finally approached the edge of the black sphere; above the sky, in the floating fleet of the Eruin, Bancia and Buga, all of them Hold your breath. People's eyes seem to have reflected the dazzling brilliance of the thirteen ring space magic.

Far away on the other side of the battlefield, a shudder shook Misriel's heart.

Ms. Yinlong turned back.

On the battlefield, Freya looked up at the sky like a stone sculpture.

Among the black spheres, suddenly a long tail swept out of it. It hit the earl's ship first, then the remaining four floating ships in order-one broken.

The light dots went out, and the shards of sky fell down one after another.

...

The quiet needle in the gloomy temple could be heard.

Brando silently clenched the hilt of Odysseus—Clais, the lady of the dying moon. Before ten thousand years ago, she was the goddess who dominated sleep and night, and a protector of all undead creatures. She was both the **** of death and the priesthood of life, because the cycle of life and death was endless.

but not now.

After tiamat fell, the lady, along with most of the deities, became the puppet of the Twilight Dragon. At this moment, the two sides have stood on either side of a clear line, and are enemies and non-friends.

Brando glanced back at Andrieg, and Miss Vampire looked away with some guilty conscience, but she still stared at the master goddess above the throne with a complex and inexplicable look.

She has been a protector of all undead.

At that moment, Murphys and her suddenly understood the feelings of the dragons.

But the goddess above the throne was very calm, with a star-like eye staring at everyone, she seemed to have exhausted all her power, and slowly spoke three words:

"kill me."

With a bang, Andreaig's machete fell to the ground.

Kleiss closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, there was only cold murder in her dark eyes.

...

The huge black sphere hovered motionlessly above the Karasu Plateau.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened. Quietly, people looked at this scene quietly. The wreckage of the airship drifted slowly to the ground. The sky was rarely calm, and even the fire coverage stopped. The three floating fleets did not know for a moment whether they should continue their offensive-or did the oracle have landed on this world?

Manrique touched his cheek, his palms wet. Beyond the porthole, the black trails falling from the sky do not know whether it foreshadows the end of the end.

There was a whining sound on the plateau, and it was a trombon to retire.

No one can compete with a deity, and the tragedy of the Battle of Metz must not be repeated here--

On the battlefield, the Bancias first retreated, then the other nations on the Great Plains, then the Lions of Toquinin, and finally the Highland Knights. The head of the Highlander Bunid wiped the sweat from his palms and looked at the two remaining crystal towers on the battlefield from a distance. He sighed with a bit pity. But he did not hesitate, dropping the gaping sword in his hand and walking backwards.

Behind him was a silver wave, and the silver elves and the heroes of the Army of the Earth were covering the withdrawal of mortals.

But in the tide-like retreat, one person was going up against the current.

Freya had slowly stood upright and walked firmly forward—a crystal cluster in front of her separated from the dust and rushed at her, and she turned back with a sword, and the blade broke apart with the skull of that crystal cluster. But she was also knocked out and fell to the ground.

Freya gritted her teeth and got up again, wiped the blood on her forehead, and went forward with a deep and shallow foot. Beside her, some soldiers finally noticed the existence of the Eruin Valkyrie. They stopped to stop and looked at the female knight who was uphill in surprise. People let go and let Freya pass between them. Go forward.

Outside Valhalla, Tulaman, who was taking a break, suddenly stood up from the wall in doubt.

And above the sky, Solomon opened his eyes again, and there was a hint of unknown light in his eyes.

A breath disappeared completely from the battlefield.

...

Ms. Yinlong turned around to avoid Yarac's spines, and she made a low-frequency tweet, calling her companions to regroup and start climbing, hoping to occupy the higher and more favorable airspace to launch the attack.

Two or three points of silver light flashed on the ring on her paw, and Mithril lowered her head. It was the news of two young dragons from the outside of the battlefield.

"Disappeared?"

She froze slightly.

Miss Riel stretched her wings and looked towards the center of the battlefield after turning in midair, but immediately, an incredible look flashed through her silver eyes.

Above the sky, Kleiss's slight coercion remained.

But the transmitted beacon disappeared--

...

In the city of Valhalla, William pushed open the door and came out. He looked up, and his eyes were full of doubts-the transmitted beacon disappeared. Why? Could the Moeruilu still achieve his goal at the last minute?

But they obviously didn't arrive.

Wait, arrive--

An electric light flashed through the wizard's head.

...

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