The Amber Sword

Chapter 1437: Love

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Ling watched the people in the distance.

Several girls were chatting to collect firewood in the woods along the avenue. They were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and their faces were flushed with cold, but laughter and joy came from far away from time to time.

The biggest and most real harm that war has caused to a country in a short period of time is the decrease in the population of young adults. Eruin has gone through too many wars in just three short years. Men have been on the front line in batches, and only old people and women can be seen working in the fields.

But even in the most difficult times, people will not give up hope of optimism. In the winter of this year, more than 130 babies fell to the ground in the fir-tree collar. For every family, these children are a symbol of the future.

In the far ground, the snow has wiped out the traces of the war, burying all the pain and ugliness under the white and flawless snow. The seeds of weeds are waiting quietly under the snow-covered soil, waiting for the spring of the coming year to turn this into a land full of vitality.

The tenacity of life sometimes lies in its insignificance.

In the distance is the tall and straight figure of Valhalla, the green branches and leaves look like an emerald even in winter. It takes root in the earth and slowly absorbs the magic power under the ground. A faint sparse cloud on the horizon, against the sunset glow like a red fire.

"elder sister."

Ling turned around.

Lian wore a black fur coat with golden silk buttons, and the fluffy collar set off her white face very softly, and her silver hair softly fell behind her head and tucked it under her hood. Qian, who brought her here, knelt down and looked at the little girl tenderly, straightened her collar with her hands, and said to the two of them: "I'm leaving now. There are still many things to do in Mintai City. I'll be back tomorrow. Look at you."

Lian nodded obediently.

"Ling, take care of your sister."

Ling also nodded silently.

"Sister Qian, we know you are busy," Lianzhi replied childishly, "We will take care of ourselves, thank you."

Qian smiled, her red hair set against the light of the setting sun, she was holding her spear, resting Tulian's face in her hand, and looking at Ling with some concern, then she straightened up reluctantly, and turned her head three times. Walked into the forest. Before leaving, she finally turned her head and waved to the sisters, beckoning them to go back soon.

Lian watched the mountain girl's back disappear into the woods, and the look on her little face became lonely again: "Sister, are we going to find our mother?"

Ling nodded.

"Why did mother leave us?" Lian asked, "Is it because we did something wrong?"

Ling grabbed her sister's cold hands and shook her head.

Lian lowered her head.

In the distance, several young girls gathering firewood have entered the city together.

The twilight was getting thicker, and there were dashes of lights in Valhalla. In the residential area, the voices of mothers are calling for naughty children to go home. Smoke is smoky on the roof. Occasionally one or two reprimanding sounds come from the house. The orange light sprinkles the silhouette of a warm family on the road. People are on the way home in a hurry, and among the crowd-a sister holding her sister's hand firmly, constitutes the whole of this incomplete family.

In the distance, a woman watched this scene silently, holding one hand on the wall, her fingers unknowingly grabbed into the masonry.

"Why not meet them?"

"You don't understand." Tiamas Bai said flatly to the little man on his shoulder.

"Why don't I understand," Rutte replied, "Aren't you just afraid?"

"I'm scared, so what?"

"But you are their mother. Do you know how long they spent looking for you in Madara? How much they suffered because of it. They are just two little girls, Ms. Tiamas—they are your daughters. ." Root didn't know where his anger came from, but he only felt that he could not remain indifferent.

"I will leave after all."

"How great, you are leaving after all. I know what you are going to do, isn't it the she-wolf?" Rutte said: "But since you are leaving, why are you here again? After all, I still want to see my daughters. Isn't it on one side, but you saw them, but they didn't see you."

The fairy prince turned his head and looked at the woman: "You have no fear even in the face of extinction, but in the end you are afraid to face your own daughter?"

A slight movement flashed in Tiamas's silver eyes.

She also turned her head and looked at the little guy: "It didn't take long to be with the guy Brando, you learned how that guy can talk?"

"It's not because I've fought side by side, I don't bother to care about you." Rutter snorted, turning his head in dissatisfaction.

The wind is getting colder and colder.

Snow began to fall in the sky.

This snow seemed to bury the world, a goose-feather-sized snowflake that dyed the world white.

Ling turned the key and opened the door, just about to tiptoe to light the hanging lamp by the door—but she stopped suddenly, staring at the bright light inside the door in amazement. In the young silver eyes, a ray of astonishment flashed suddenly, with a trace of doubt and a trace of fear, she suddenly took a step back, turned and was about to run down the stairs, but collided with her sister.

Tiamas couldn't understand the meaning of that look.

What a deep love it is, and how deep a hatred it is.

Her heart was twisted, she had come to her two daughters first, and embraced them in her arms. Lian was completely stunned, while Ling struggled. This strong little girl, even facing the hunger and cold, did not say a word, but at this moment she cried out. Her cry was so miserable that even Both left and right houses opened the door to visit.

When these people saw Tiamas, they suddenly understood something. Because of Akane's advice, they knew the origins of the sisters. The elder's eyes fell softly on the two sisters, happy for them, and some women even wiped their tears.

The undead cannot shed tears.

But Tia Masbai felt a slight warmth in his heart.

She could only mutter to herself in a low voice.

"sorry Sorry… "

In the early morning, the ice crystals on the branches have not melted yet. The soft snow fell silently on the ground, and in the dim canopy, there were occasional sounds of resident birds flapping away from the canopy.

Several people stood in the cold wind.

Tiamas looked at his two daughters with nostalgia, and the three days seemed to pass by in a flash. Before she could react, it was time for parting. How much she wants to stay for a while, but there are some things that are destined not to be decided by her.

Ling and Lian stood quietly beside the fireclaw lizardman lord Ropar, like two delicate dolls. Lian kept crying, while Ling seemed much stronger. She pressed her lips tightly, held her sister's hand tightly, and looked at her mother with a stubborn gaze without saying a word.

Tiamas resisted the reluctance in his heart, retracted his gaze, and said to Akane in front of him: "Thank you all these days. Help me tell Brando that I owe him a favor, and I will give him a surprise. "

"Do you have to leave?" Qian asked unbearably, standing in the snow.

"Aki, you are a good girl," Tiamas looked at the soft-hearted girl: "I am very glad that my daughters can meet you and Brando. Can I entrust them to you?"

Qian shook her head: "But what they need is their mother, Ms. Tiamas."

Tiamas smiled reluctantly, his expression very bitter: "To this day, what I regret most is my original paranoia and narrow-mindedness. If time can come back, I will carefully cherish everything I once had. Unfortunately, it has been It’s too late. I chose to take this path. Now it doesn’t allow me to look back anymore, and now I only hope that the path I have chosen can redeem my sins."

Qian lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She took a deep breath, realizing that she couldn't change anything, and nodded: "I will, Ms. Tiamas. I will treat Ling and Lian as my own sisters and take care of them."

"Thank you, Akane," Tiamas sighed, and the water vapor formed a white mist, making it difficult to see her look: "These three days with the fir-collar are the three best days of my life. I will always remember this time, remember my daughters—they will be different from me, and their future must be different from mine."

She took a step back.

Finally, he took a look at his daughters.

"Try to come back alive," Rutte said suddenly: "Esis and Twilight are not so terrible. There is nothing unsolvable. At least we have to have hope, Ms. Tiamas."

But Tiamas did not answer. She turned around resolutely, leaving everyone with a green shadow of the cloak. Qian saw her hesitating for a moment at the edge of the forest, but she disappeared into the darkness in a flash.

Lian finally couldn't help but buried her head on her sister's chest, sobbing softly.

Ling watched this scene silently.

Qian walked up to the two sisters, stretched out her hand with infinite compassion in her heart, stroked her sister's cold cheeks, she could always find her own shadow in this somewhat indifferent girl.

With the temperature passing through the palm of her hand, the mountain girl said softly, "From now on, we will be family members."

Ling raised her head to look at her.

The silver eyes flashed with tears.

"Can you?" Qian asked gently.

Ling bit her lip and nodded.

Countless iron men gathered into several torrents, walking through the mountains and forests at night.

The light of the portal flashed from time to time on several hills, and more and more silver-robed wizards were showing their bodies. Above the sky, hordes of gargoyles are flying towards the west, placing several clusters of phalanx at different heights. After the Iron Man passed by, there was an army of spirits, followed by a few six-armed Snake Demon Warlords and the Wind Spirit whizzing by from low altitude.

Finally, the earth shook, and giant statues appeared in the mountains and forests. These behemoths swayed in the valley, almost as high as the lowest hill.

Delphine watched the army silently from a nearby hill.

In front is the Bancia, but the Bancia has been defeated by Jiufeng's army-after the two armies merged, only the Sazards are left.

"I never thought you would come too." She turned her head and said to Huang Huo and Fang Qi. Looking at the two people curiously: "Has the ghost car and the Yufeng family reconciled?"

"There are still some frictions, but everyone agrees to join forces against Twilight." Huang Huo replied softly, "This is the only opportunity for the nine families of Jiufeng to stand together in hundreds of years. Thanks to Mr. Fang Qi."

Delphine looked at Fang Qi.

"I persuaded the elders to return to Jiufeng," Fang Qi said after a moment of silence, "Although there is some resistance, I believe what I see even more."

The daughter of the prime minister knew that it was definitely more than just some resistance. It was destined to only experience some things to make people grow up in such a short period of time-killing a lot of people, she sighed slightly.

In such an era, if the era cannot be changed, she is destined to be changed by the era, so why not.

There was some silence between the three.

Everyone is thinking about this question. In this war, what will people lose and what will they gain

There was a noise from the bushes behind them, which shocked the three of them. They turned around and saw Ms. Yinlong coming out of the woods.

Misril's face was a little pale, and she didn't seem to be in good condition.

"What's the matter?" Delphine knew that it should be the Dragon Race.

"Master Bahamut is dead," Misril replied, "After this war, the dragon race may return to leave this continent. I'm here to say goodbye to you—"

Delphine opened his mouth slightly.

This girl with only ambition in her heart felt some strange feelings in her heart at this moment.

Moonlight shines in the woodland.

Standing by the pool, Medissa suddenly felt something. When she saw the face in the water, her body suddenly froze.

She turned around almost shaking, looking at the person who appeared behind her.

Under the blue-gray cloak, that face that looked a bit like himself, holy and indifferent, with silver eyes looking at her silently, his expression was always so indifferent, as if with a trace of natural arrogance; and Ji Zeng When, the owner of this face was the one she longed for the most, the most sacred shadow in her mind, her eldest sister, the princess of the empire.

That was a question that had haunted her for thousands of years.

why-

"Sister... Sister?" The little elf princess' voice was a little trembling.

"Medissa."

"Is that you… ?"

"It's me, before I leave, I just want to come and see you, Brando should have told you," Tiamas looked a little lonely: "I originally found the immortal, but I didn't expect you to have no need… "

Medissa bit her lip.

But there was a gleam of disappointment in her eyes, and she shook her head slightly: "I don't want this, sister, you know."

But Tiamas did not answer.

After a moment of silence, Metisa asked softly again: "Whether that person was you that night when the firs were collared."

"Yes."

"why?"

"Eruin is too weak, I don't want to watch you be buried with some humans."

"Are you suddenly concerned about me?" Medissa's voice suddenly became excited: "But at that time, why didn't you make any moves? Answer me, sister, you don't know, do you?"

"No, I received your letterhead."

Medissa's weak body trembled: "... Are they true?"

Tiamas nodded.

"—But why?" Metis could finally burst into tears. She almost lost her temper infrequently and shouted hoarsely: "I love you so much, sister, don't you know?"

Tiamas took a step back subconsciously.

She had never seen her sister like this before—she was so good, so talented, and in that era, the light on her overwhelmed every one of them. But at this moment, Bai only felt his heart pierced hard.

Only then did she realize how ridiculously wrong she was.

"I'm sorry, Medissa..."

The little elf princess covered her face and knelt down, crying bitterly.

The question for a thousand years has finally been answered.

Although she had doubts in her heart, she unilaterally did not want to believe that her most respected sister had personally killed her. If all this is just a dream, then it must be the most terrifying nightmare.

"I'm leaving, Medissa." Tiamas looked at his sister and said, "I'm so relieved to see you free from your cursed fate."

"I hate you," Medissa raised her head, looking at the woman with teary eyes: "Do you know how much I hate you, sister?"

"I'm sorry, Medissa."

"I'm not sorry!" The little princess almost shouted, "Do you think you can make up for the mistakes you have caused over the past thousand years by finding the immortal, sister?"

Tiamas looked at his sister silently, trying to speak, but couldn't say a word.

"Please stay, sister, if you want to make up for me—"

Seeing the tearful younger sister, for a moment, Tiamas felt desperately shaken in his heart. One thousand years, one thousand years of time left a deep mark on her heart.

She walked gently to Medissa, hugged her sister, and whispered in her ear: "Metisa, I'm sorry, jealousy blinded my soul, and now I regret it, but at least I haven't lost it forever. you-"

"... If everything can go back to the past, how I wish I could still have the best sister in the world."

"Sister..." Medissa whimpered, "You still own her..."

Tiamas gently wiped away her tears with his fingertips.

But she finally shook her head: "But I woke up too late, Medissa, there is no room to look back..."

"But why?" Medissa asked intermittently: "Is it all right to stay? No one will hurt you. I will ask Lord Lord to protect you."

"Not why," Tiamas stroked the long silver hair on the back of her head, "I don't need anyone's protection, Metis, although he is indeed a good man..."

"But I chose to leave," she replied softly, "because I love you."

When I wake up,

I still love everyone in this world.

I choose to leave,

Because at the end of the road,

Will be all hope.

That is a poem, and it is timeless in the dark.