The Amber Sword

Act Seven Plan ()

"So, where are we?"

Grasping the initiative of the conversation without a trace, Sophie began to tap on some of the information she wanted. He really found that he had changed a bit. In the past, he could only talk so eloquently in the game, and easily grasp the rhythm of the conversation.

Perhaps this is the reason for the world of the "Amber Sword".

His experience in the game is enough to make him naturally show a confident temperament when facing these young people, just like the other person is really a child.

This self-confidence involuntarily affected others, whether it was Freya or others, and they gradually felt a little different. The center of the conversation shifted to Sufi intentionally or unintentionally.

Not far away, a few young people also looked up and looked at this--

"This is the Korean pine forest, don't move." The horsetail girl took a breath and tried to calm herself.

Sophie looked up in surprise-indeed the future Valkyrie, so quickly learned to regulate her emotions, but in his opinion it was still a little young.

"Red pine forest?"

"Wait, why are you here?" Sophie was startled again. He remembered this place, which was called 'Dwarf Valley' in the game, and was a habitat for fourteenth-grade brown bears. But here south of Butch, there is no reason for Butch's militia to appear in this direction.

"Let's find you."

"I'm looking for Miss Romain. She's the elder sister's friend."

"And Romain is a member of the third team." Everyone murmured.

"Have you repelled Madara's advance troops?" Sophie looked at Freya, and that was his main concern.

"How is it possible!" The girl looked at him puzzled, and the expression was like saying how can you ask such a stupid question: "The adults of the guard team have evacuated the villagers from the north, we are separated from everyone And there are more and more monsters on the avenue, we can only go south, and I am also worried about Roman ... "

"So you're here?" Sophie felt her heart sinking.

The girl nodded for granted, and the long ponytail followed the ups and downs.

Freya immediately felt strange-this young man was not Captain Madden, why did she always feel as if she was short in front of each other!

Sophie couldn't help but patted her forehead. I don't know if these young people should be naive or foolish, and they want to save others when they can't protect themselves.

No, it should be said to be kind-hearted.

But you don't need unnecessary kindness on the battlefield, it will only hurt yourself.

Sophie went silent, but she couldn't help vomiting blood. He burned his grandfather's house with a fire in order to warn the village, but he did not expect history to follow its original trajectory-no, it was a repeat of the same mistake.

There are even these guys with the same green hair, Master Martha, what kind of joke are you playing?

He sighed in his heart. What he could change was still too little. The inertia of history could not be stopped with a little force. Indeed, he had to be changed, but he had to survive before that.

"Captain Madden, Captain Madden, it seems I can't save you."

How did Bromanto's black rose Madara strike before the May Feast? Such an obvious premeditation is counterproductive, isn't it?

Sophie had expected all to fail, leaving him feeling a bit empty. He worked hard before and found that in the end there was no change in history. Such a blow was really depressing.

But after all, it is just the power of an ordinary person, and he has done his best.

"Brando!"

He was upset, but a pleasant surprise sounded in his ear, like a lark. Sophie turned around and saw an unexpectedly surprised merchant lady appearing on the side of the forest, and a girl in off-white leather armor followed her—presumably it was the girl who went to report.

Roman came to him in a gust of wind, staring cautiously at him, as if he was afraid he would disappear suddenly.

"I know, Brando, you must be fine." She said with relief, happily.

"By the way, Brando. Freya won't let me go back to Butch, I ..." Then Miss Merchant explained eagerly again, as if afraid he was angry.

Sophie noticed that there were still two bright tears on her face, and could not help but feel soft.

"It's okay, I'm fine," he replied softly.

"Really?"

"Really." Sophie nodded.

"Roman, don't touch him, Mr. Brando is badly hurt." Freya could not help frowning. Do these two people know how many injuries it is, they are about to die? ?

"It doesn't matter." That said, Roman still stood back with his tongue out.

With a smile on Sophie, Miss Merchant was this little temper. The young man looked at these two beautiful young girls standing side by side, and couldn't help but look good for a moment.

Suddenly he found that there was no change, didn't he? Change was from another aspect. The world has changed since he came to this world.

Without his passing, perhaps Miss Merchant and Brando had encountered an unexpected event together, and Madara's band of robbers had no mercy and compassion.

He looked at the others, and these young people with Freya. How many of them could survive the war?

Sophie remembered clearly that the militia and the garrison on the front line in the war were totally absent.

But now that he is here, perhaps all deviations in history should have occurred. More he did not know, at least these people around him should be preserved, these young people are the seeds of the future of this kingdom ...

Sophie absolutely does not allow history to repeat itself.

"Well, back to the topic. Do you know how serious the situation is now?" Then the young man exhaled, trying to make himself less uncomfortable. To be honest, what he needs most now is rest, but the current situation obviously does not allow it.

He looked at the others, Freya and the young militiamen were stunned.

Only Roman blinked playfully.

"Well?" The ponytail girl asked puzzledly.

Sophie coughed weakly and asked, "I mean what are you going to do next? If I'm not mistaken, Madara's undead must control the road, right?"

Quiet around-

"How do you know?" Freya stunned and looked at him in surprise.

Of course I know. Not only do I know, I also experienced it myself, Sophie replied in my heart. But the surprised look around him still made him a little proud.

Prophets are good.

But little pride could not hide his worry: Madara moved quickly and thoughtfully in the April offensive, and he had to establish a more thorough plan to protect himself.

And these young people.

Butch's enemy at this moment is the flank of Madara's army. The leader of that army is the infamous 'Black Lord' Instaron, although the guy is still a young boy in his twenties. However, it was from this war that the future general star gradually emerged.

And what does he have? In the history of this moment, he is just an unknown person.

But Sophie knew that the only advantage she had at the moment was prophetic, and indeed such an advantage could save his life in the next series of encounters-but you must seize the opportunity.

He has only two opportunities.

The first was passing through the relatively safe Pinnacle Valley. He remembered clearly that it would not be until the 17th day of Instaron's deputy 'one-eyed' Tagus to control the area.

However, the distance was too long, and he was worried that he would not be able to break out from there before the opponent completed the encirclement. Unless there is a horse, where is he going now to find a horse for ten people?

Therefore, there is only one way to go, and that is to break through the area of ​​the dagger river beach before the two squadrons led by 'Ghost Ghost' Wesa and 'White Knight' Eberton meet.

Until late April, there was only a skeleton unit led by a corpse witch.

He couldn't help but touch the cold ring on his index finger. As long as the ring was behind the wind, wouldn't it be easy to break through the line of defense consisting of eleven skeleton soldiers and a corpse witch?

But before that, he had to make everyone in this militia squad obey his orders. That's why he was so strong from the start.

Sophie glanced at everyone again.

"This is a matter of course. It takes only a little military common sense to reach such a conclusion. The blockade of the avenue is to cut off the ties and open the way for our own army. The next step is to clear the area of ​​Erouin with Butch as the center Residual power, "he said as hard as he could, based on his experience. Then he paused, focusing on the tone: "It's us."

Silence, only the sound of others breathing gently around.

"So, what are you going to do now?" Sophie asked weakly.

Everyone looked at each other.

There are more than a dozen skeleton soldiers guarding the road to Butch. Although there is a kind of self-confidence unique to young people that this enemy is not a big deal, there is still some embarrassment when it comes to life and death.

Freya was worried, and she didn't think so much when she made the decision. Said to be militia, but in the end it is just a group of young people with little experience.

Although the pony-tailed girl didn't speak, Dangfu was already on her face.

While others' eyes have already fallen on Sophie, Sophie's experience makes him seem more calm than everyone here. This impression is often subtle and makes people feel more reliable in critical times.

"Brando?" Roman asked.

Sophie turned her back and signaled her a peace of smile.

"We're going to do the worst." Then he looked back at these people, intending to dispel the naivety they still held.

This is not the first time he has done so. In guilds, newcomers who are on the battlefield for the first time are always optimistic, and once hit, they will be trapped, and they will quickly collapse in front of experienced teams.

In fact, the gap between players and players is often not as large as expected, the key is the mentality.

And these old players, they are responsible for giving these newcomers a shot in advance.

"worst plans?"

Sophie was about to speak, and suddenly a sparse voice came from the jungle. Everyone looked in that direction in unison, only Freya frowned, and rushed to a cluster of Ou Shinan over there and asked, "Josson?"

"It's me, Captain Freya."

Everyone was relieved.

But Sophie quietly waved to the ponytail girl, signalling the latter to be vigilant. Freya saw his gesture for a moment, but immediately responded-there was no word in Eruiin's militia training to leave the post at will.

Sophie is absolutely trustworthy in the military literacy of the Eruin militia. Although these young people are naive, this does not mean that they have forgotten the basic regulations that they can practice day after day.

No negligence is allowed on the battlefield--

"Is something wrong, Joson?" Freya asked, placing her hand on the hilt.

"I'm sorry, eldest sister, I, I was caught ..."

Ou Shinan slammed to the sides, and two people came out from behind. The first one was a young man with a pale face and a raised face with raised hands.

A corpse witch followed, pointing his fingertips at the back of the young man's head, while looking at the others with a green fire flickering in his eyes.

"Giggle, catch a bunch of mice."

Everyone was stifled.

"Jason!"

"How can you--"

Then there was an incredible sound.