The Amber Sword

(.) Go north through Fort Courque, the capital of the Golan-Elsen province, and enter its junction with Lantoniland and Viero. Since the year of revelation, it has been established for Count Hattinger. Century Shallow Water Town has been quietly located on the west bank of Lake Wallenden. (Search the nest ..)

Golan-Elson's coniferous forest, which stretches northward, presents a completely different scene. There are large tracts of cedar in the woodland. Although it is near the summer season, the canopy of the horses as they cross the forest avenue The frost fell off.

The closer to the shallow water town, the more so-called 'late spring' signs in the northern part of Viero become more apparent. The hot summer can not find traces here, but the signs of the recovery of all things are not too late in this area.

The air in the forest was still wrapped in the coldness at the end of winter, and the sky was gray and stuffy, as if the mountain **** Gist, who was in charge of the sky, stirred a layer of lime above the clouds; Brando sat Looking up on the horse's back, the forest was bare, and the thin branches between the trunks were like spider webs reaching out to the sky. The buds issued in the new year were covered with a thin layer of fluff. The last few dead leaves hung quietly under these tender buds, and from a distance they looked like they were dangling slightly in the cold wind.

But this is not the month of recovery, but the scene of the hot August in late summer.

Everyone in the team is surprised by this wonder. It is obviously a month of fire in time, but it looks like a winter-spring relationship here. Feralas sighed at the front of the team with a sigh of exclamation: "Is this scenery caused by the so-called frosted forest?"

His loud voice echoed repeatedly in the forest. The gray deer in the woods startled, which annoyed the guides in front. According to legend, in the forest, those holy spirits who are anxious for quiet are unlucky. These noble children are so ignorant and reckless.

However, these local hunters did not want to talk to the aristocracy for such a thing, so they were barely safe along the way.

For Feralas, the good luck knight from the Cruz Empire has now finally got rid of his status as a prisoner. A dozen days of prison life can be regarded as boring. However, he did not care about the previous experience, only if it was a misunderstanding. Such an open-minded character won him the favor of everyone, because he was regarded as a guest after being released from his cage.

But another Miss Delphine was more stubborn, although she was eventually not put in the water prison-under Freya's persuasion. Or, for the sake of not letting him be enemies on all sides, Antitina secretly locked the prime minister's gold in the upper layers of the black prison and separated it from other prisoners.

The following week she was taken away by Veronica. But before leaving, the lady didn't feel any remorse, and sweared at Brando.

For such a stubborn lunatic, Brando really has nothing to say, and can only leave it to Veronica to deal with it. If the lady in the Legion is smart enough, he thinks that she should be repatriated quickly.

Feralas looked around and suddenly tightened his stable to stop. He turned back and asked, "Master, how far is this from the Frost Forest?"

Laurenna frowned, and Brando responded one step further: "It's far away. I checked the map. At least a week's journey,"

"So far!" Feralas was surprised. "According to our itinerary, this is almost the distance from the flower-leaf collar to the alfalfa field. It is equivalent to saying that a change in the four-leaf clover forest can affect Faina. That guy? "

He made a lame metaphor first, and then sighed, "It is possible to change the climate at this distance. Doesn't the frosted forest center freeze the trees into ice crystals?"

"Almost," Brando replied. Although he had only been to the Frosted Forest once, he was still impressed there. In addition, I saw a lot of related strategies later, so I can barely understand it.

Although the forest-colored labyrinth bears a forest name, it is actually a glacier or an ice cave. Those cold monsters are more than what he saw later in St. Osor and Faenza.

"It's terrible," Feralas couldn't help but fight the chill: "Do we want to plunge into the snow-covered forest over there? Don't buy some cold clothing along the way?"

"It's already there, Mr. Feralas." Meditis replied with a smile, riding a unicorn behind Brando. She also glanced at the only carriage in the middle of the team, which was full of supplies.

After the little prince was assigned to run next to the van, he and the hired local drivers worked hard to keep the carriage moving smoothly on the pothole road. Everyone heard him covering the four horses with a crisp voice. The thick hairy short-bearing horse sighed, but the four beasts didn't care about him, only those eight eyes looked at him with a look of contempt.

This scene is really funny and sympathetic.

Fortunately, Haruze had begun to get used to it. He raised his head and wiped a sweat, his face was flushed, and he was wearing a brand new leather armor with his sword behind him. It looked like a young knight who served as a servant to the house of a large aristocracy, and there was the image of a little prince who had previously been dressed in a Chinese robe.

"Oh, I remember." Feralas then nodded, nodding to himself.

"Filas." Brando came back at this time, and asked, "Have you been winter hunting in your hometown? I heard that near the Barano area are the most well-developed areas of the empire. Freer is a big business town. Few of these forests exist in your father's area, right? "

"Master Earl is really knowledgeable," Firston added a bit of affection to the Count Tonigger when he was mentioned about his hometown by himself-not to mention that Brando was right, obviously on geography. Humanities look very well. He immediately opened the box: "That's right, but I haven't participated in winter hunting. On a few occasions, my father and I were invited to the Flowerleaf Collar, where I participated in the Winterleaf held by the Grand Daddy. It ’s a very important event, both a tradition and an important social event. I was there to meet Laurenna— "

"So it is." Brando saw that the horsewoman on the side flushed, and knew that Feralas was true. He sighed in his heart. It turned out to be a childhood friend. No wonder Feralas could defeat many challengers to win the beauty. Coupled with this guy's character is not bad, barely can be considered to have some personal charm, at least compared to the noble son, so no wonder Laurenna would choose him.

He nodded on horseback. As if pretending to say it unintentionally: "Actually, Mr. Feralas can think of our operation as a hunting, but our opponent is more dangerous."

"Really?" Feralas seemed to be in the spirit. "Speaking of the count, I seem to be eager to try."

"That's good." Brando smiled slightly, and when Charr saw the smile of his lord, he understood that some people were about to fall into the pit. He couldn't help but glance at the young man with some sympathy: "There is one next Please, please. If Mr. Feralas does not hate it, the task of cleaning the battlefield and finishing the loot will be left to you. "

"Ah?" Feralas looked overjoyed. Among the nobleman's etiquette, only the most honorable guests had the right to first contact and distribute prey. He never dreamed that the legendary lord looked down on him so much-to know that it is unlikely that the other party would care about his identity, because just half a month ago Brando had mercilessly treated him. It was obvious that the name of the Cruz Empire was worthless to the earl in the eyes of the Earl. But because of this contrast, he felt a little flattered and replied, "Since the Lord Lord loves him, it is better to respect him than to follow him."

The young man was obviously held by Brando for a while and he was a little ignorant of the northeast and southwest. He even lost all his title.

Laurenna looked at her fiance and shook her head. Then he looked up and said to Brando, "Thank you very much for your respect, Lord Earl."

"It's ok."

Brando responded politely on the surface, and his face looked pale and light. In fact, he was laughing and blooming in his heart. He didn't bring this couple to meet Veronica or anything. In the final analysis, he liked the luck of Martha's own son. Compared with the luckiest knight in Cruz's history, Frou's red hand is not much-not to mention that the elder sister in the wild elves does not seem to be willing to help him.

He can almost imagine that the future will be rich. Had Feralas not been the eldest son of the Prince of Cruz Empire, he would have thought that he would detain the other party permanently.

Of course he doesn't necessarily have that mind now.

With this conversation between Brando and Feralas, the atmosphere in the team suddenly became harmonious, and the conversation gradually became more casual. But Brando noticed an exception. He turned his head back—the team clamored on the avenue with a jingling voice, silhouettes, and the noon sun shining through the branches after noon dyed the entire woodland into a dreamy color. But among all the people, Freya rode a horse on the edge of the team, as if a world in the world. She lowered her head and looked at the slate in her hands.

It was a slate stained with wind and frost, with a brownish-yellow surface covered with coarse grains, somewhat similar to the weathered granite on the Klamathu Great Plain. On the front and back of the slate, a mysterious symbol was painted with white paint. The paint itself looks like lime that is easy to fade, but wiping it with your hands proves the opposite. In addition to this, Freya has also been No abnormalities were seen from above.

She didn't know why Brando had given her the slate and said that it belonged to her, and one day she would find something inexplicable like the secret above. But these days, slate is still slate, there is no change. The girl could not help frowning slightly, but she had no doubt in her mind whether this was another mischief of Brando-he always seemed to like to make fun of himself.

But the girl from the Butch countryside hesitated again and again, and eventually she was not willing to throw away the slate. What if it's true? This was what Brando gave her, and she ran so far away-the two of them.

Because of this, she was holding the stone with a little embarrassment, and she couldn't help herself for a while. He didn't even notice someone approaching her. Brando lightly touched the elbow of the future Valkyrie from the side, "Freya?"

"Huh?" The familiar voice turned the girl back with an excitement. Startled and asked, "Bu, Brando, what's wrong?"

Brando frowned at the future Valkyrie. Of course her panic attitude could not hide anyone, "What are you thinking?"

"I ... I'm just trying to find out the secret of this stone, Brando, what exactly is this?" Freya's face flushed slightly, of course she was embarrassed to say that she had wanted to crook before. Fortunately, the country girl was a little anxious. Busily holding up the slate in his hand, asked in doubt.

Brando glanced at the slate in her hand, which was called the key on some occasions in Sword of Amber. But it's just imitations of war slate-most of these slabs have been passed between the Mines or older prehistoric civilizations to record information about real war slate.

But there are also ancient secrets, some of which are information about history, humanities, and wars before the Battle of the Holy One. Players unearthed many of these slate fragments that year. A large part of those background records about Tumen, the Dark Dragon, and the Battle of the Holy One were deciphered by players through such text.

It's just that the piece he gave to Freya is very different--

In the game, this slate has deep roots with Freya.

In that turbulent history-Valkyrie, this title representing the recognition and praise of Freya's strength is not the title given to the Valkyrie by players from Eruin, and it is not even the kingdom's self-proclaimed title. From Cruz to Saint-Osor, even in Madara-even her enemies bestowed this title on her.

This is of course not just for personal charm. Most of these factors are due to Freya's mark of the Valkyrie.

The imprint on her forehead, like a sacred flame, appeared whenever the Valkyrie was in a critical moment or when she was doing her best, with a huge light wing attached. In this state. The power of Valkyrie tends to show a geometric progression.

It is said that this symptom first appeared in a contest between King's Cavaliers College-this is one of the main reasons why he insisted that Freya go to King's Cavaliers College. After that, the mark of the Valkyrie appears more and more frequently, and in the battle of thousands or even tens of thousands of people, it is obviously impossible to conceal this secret.

In the original history, Freya's earliest outbreak of this power was announced by players in the first battle against the North. After that, the title of Valkyrie followed her. But beyond that, more players are looking for the hidden secrets.

The one who finally cracked this secret was the player who found this slate. Brando can't even remember the player's id so far, but he clearly remembers the whole event.

That should be shortly after the Second Black Rose War, more and more replicas of the war slate were widely found from all over the place, and players began to decipher the content on the slate spontaneously. The history of the War of the Saints over the same period also became more and more clear to all.

But from this slate where Tonigel was discovered, the player who found it read a completely different record. It does not say about the history of the Age of the Holy War, nor does it describe a certain war or a myth, but it repeatedly refers to the existence of the Valkyrie mark.

And at the end of the slate, there is a vague reference to the method of activating the blood of the Valkyrie.

The player who discovered this slate initially thought it was a quest item to obtain advanced blood, but after trying all kinds of methods and still couldn't get the next quest content, he finally thought of the Eruin girl Valkyrie. So he posted his experience and the content of this slate to the forum. Soon after that, the slate was bought by other people at a high price, and then came to Freya's hands.

Brando remembers that it should be the first year of silver, and not long after that, the Eruin Valkyrie had the ability to enter the Valkyrie state freely.

Until she died--

But seriously, Brando himself didn't know how to use this slate. He also just learned the original location of the slate and some experiences after it based on the news circulating on the Internet.

But at least he was convinced that this was the thing and it would definitely work for Freya. He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you believe me, Freya?"

"I ... of course I believe in you, Brando." Freya stunned slightly, then seemed to understand Brando's meaning; she looked at the slate in her hands and nodded helplessly: "I understand, I will put it away. "

"You don't have to think too much, maybe at some point, you will naturally discover its secret." Brando was holding the reins and was on a par with the Valkyrie, but he could only so comfort Freya's troubles .

"Brando ... you talk more and more like Roman's aunt."

"You said directly that I'm more and more like a magic stick, I can accept it." Brando replied somewhat helplessly.

Freya glanced at him and smiled slightly at him, "But it's good, you haven't changed at that time. Sometimes I'm so afraid that you will become a noble, and it is no longer Brando." This A young girl from the Butch countryside turned back and said quietly.

"I haven't changed, but you have changed," Brando nodded. "Become more mature."

"Wh ... what?" Valkyrie blushed a little.

"You couldn't say such a thing before. Most of you would say, Brando, how did you become weird!"

"Brando ... you, you are too much ..."

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