The Amber Sword

Chapter 1442: The Holy League (1)

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Manktor, an inconspicuous small place name in the Wilderness of the Four Realms, itself is a beautiful field full of dill and marigolds, but it is neither inhabited nor without important trade routes. The wilderness lies on a piece of unknown land. Occasionally, travelers passing through here will find that the wilderness is high in the sky, and there is always a solitary white stone monument standing on the horizon in the field of vision.

And that is the monument of Saint White.

A piece of history known to the world has made its reputation. More than a thousand years ago, the four sages Gilt, the king of flames, Saint Osor after the wind, the sage Faenzan and the earth sage Ellanta led their tribe, and they met with silver elves, Bujas, The mountain dwarves, the Hazel people, the lion people, and the dragons signed the sacred vows—they carved their vows on the stone tablets, and after that, the darkness of the Miner people was finally restored in the war that lasted for a hundred years. The rule is completely over.

Although the mountain dwarves, the lion people, and the Hazel people withdrew from the covenant one after another, they did not compromise the glory of this sacred pledge itself. People even compare it with the pledge of the people of order against the twilight in the epic of the blue. This covenant not only made the people of the dark iron the dominance of the world, but more importantly, it promised hundreds of years after that. Peaceful time.

Although today, the covenant itself has faded a bit, and people of later generations have gradually lost their memory of the brilliance and integrity of their ancestors. But people at least have not completely forgotten everything in the past. When the dragon of twilight once again became the enemy of every orderly citizen in this world, they once again remembered this stone monument standing alone in the wilderness.

Beginning in April of the year of Swift, envoys from all over the world have come here one after another.

The first to arrive was the Cruz people. In addition to the two commanders of the Cruz people’s envoys who must stay in the Babel Fortress, in addition to the Great Holy See Vara, the old Prime Minister Nidven, and the Duke of Mechotofin, Lu The Duke of Devig was in the envoy—so much so that some of the lineup was too large, making the countries around them a little puzzled.

However, considering that Gilt, the King of Flames, was the leader of the last Holy Oath, the behavior of the Cruz people is not incomprehensible.

Finally, there is the wind elves of St. Osor. The wind elves dispatched a lineup almost equal to the Cruz people. Except for their regent, Lord Lorrindale, Isdoville accompanied, the wind elves are the true crown prince and the hunter sisters. My younger brother is also among them.

Tumen walked with the Faenzan people, and the Light Temple, apart from the first batch of Faenzan knights who sent south to support the Cruz people, the knight nation Gray Hughes almost sent the whole country to the south to enter the four realms, holy knights of light. In addition to participating in the war with Dusk, the mission of the regiment and the Supreme Judgment Knights is more important to escort a special envoy into the territory of St. Osor.

Regarding the Faenza escort, the temple kept secret even the head of the Faenza Knights in the Babel Fortress even ignorant of it.

Except for the descendants of the three sages, the envoys of the undead of Madara can be regarded as light and simple. Except for a dark knight order, there are hardly any particularly important entourage, but the head of the envoy made no one dare to underestimate it-because the founder of the dark empire, the supreme monarch of the undead will personally take The team goes.

When the undead of Cruz, Saint-Osor, Faenza and Madara arrived one after another, representatives from various countries and organizations from all over the world also arrived. By June, this little wilderness that was previously unknown was a completely different scene. From the sky overlooking Manktor—except for the Saint White stele in the center, it was already a completely white ocean—campsites, tents. With flying flags.

And a month later, in the early morning of the Flowing Fire Moon, the dwarf king Carriffin and his army of dwarves appeared on the horizon, in people’s sight; three days later, the white lion legion of the Eruin arrived, since The forces of this order gather together.

There seemed to be a faint atmosphere of midsummer in the air.

The summer breeze from Baishan was blowing on the grassland, and large tracts of marigolds lowered their heads. From a distance, I saw waves of grass of different depths. The air was filled with sweetness and wild bees were flying. It was the most blooming season.

Brando stood between the grass and the wild, staring quietly at the sacred white stele on the horizon, the lonely boulder, which has not been weathered after a thousand years, it is said that the vows of the four sages and the kings of the mainland were engraved there. Above the boulder.

A faint light hung from the sky, shrouded within a few thousand meters of the center of the stele, like a spectacle. Brando can feel the sacred breath even without getting close. It is similar to the oath in the poetry of the blue, witnessed by Tiamat's code, and the laws that lie across this field respond to the sacredness of the ancient kings. Agreement, maintaining its integrity.

He has no doubt that anyone who is ill-intentioned approaching this stele will be rejected by the power of the law, and even attract the attacks of the ancient spirits, and this is why this place has been well preserved after thousands of years.

This is actually the legacy of a saint.

He turned his head, and not far away, the duel between Medissa and Mordefense and Andrique continued, but the latter two had obviously fallen short. Brando could see that the Dark Souls of Mordefense and Andrigues decks are very sharp, but the silver elf little princess’s pure white fast break is even more terrifying, raising the alarm and constantly summoning a small group of holy religions. The knight made Andríguet hurriedly unable to summon the Earl of Vampire, and the Lightwing Guardian was even more invincible when absorbing a lot of mana. Even if it was occasionally torn by Mordfeth, the flapping wing machine was in the enchantment holy white. Under the protection of the barriers, it was even more difficult than before their owner fell.

The battle has been trapped in a hard fight from the beginning, and Medissa is more like a majestic and meticulous master than a brigade mage, mobilizing her knights. Once the tokens she summoned stood firm on the scene, various enchantments and buff spells fell on this army, making it more difficult for Mordefice and Andrrieg to parry.

This devastating scene reminds Brando of the holy grail knights in "Amber Sword". The knights of Hiritz are weak in frontal battles, far inferior to warriors and even judges in the sacred line, but once let The Holy Grail knights have won enough time and resources, and this kind of high-ranking knight will be an unrivaled existence. More importantly, the Holy Grail Knight is the top team leader. The battlefield where he really exerts his strength should be team battles or even guild battles. The name of the strongest knight is by no means an understatement.

Brando himself is a warrior, but he likes teaming up with this kind of knight the most. Unfortunately, the number of holy grail knights in "Amber Sword" is very small, because the knight doctrine is too harsh for players. , And more importantly, this professional ability to fight alone is too weak.

Medissa's performance made his eyes shine slightly. It has to be said that Medissa's deck called "Holy Offensive" is better than the Holy Grail Knights, because it is an army in itself, plus the silver elves. The princess herself is the best commander in command, and the power generated by the combination of the two has increased exponentially.

It can be said that the "Darkness of Souls" deck of Mordefense and Andrique is not inferior to the "Holy Offensive" in a sense-the advantage of this deck is through black and white reincarnation and bloodsucking. Winning, the offensive is weird and deadly, like a shadow that cannot be killed, but not only has the ability to survive, but with the support of the life-taking enchantment, it is more like a black wizard who is good at cursing-but unfortunately, two The difference between people's experience is too far, and the tactics are not at the same level. When the latter summons the legendary archangel-the Archon of Dawn, Orima, it can be said that the victory is set.

When the last two banned vampire lords were wiped out under Medissa's spear, Mordefense finally shook his head with a wry smile and lifted the barrier. The gray-white light curtain in the air shattered, and the vampires also melted. For the bat disappeared.

"My lord, Miss Medissa is too powerful..." The vampire has no blood circulation and can't sweat, but Modefice still maintains some habits from his lifetime, subconsciously panting, making him look more weak. Little girl: "We are not her opponents."

Andriege also walked over with a stern face, and his pale face was as bad as dark clouds.

Although it has been a long time since, Brando is at least aware of the temper of the eldest under his hand, and hurriedly comforted: "Indeed, your deck is more suitable for singles, against those more powerful opponents, the sacred offensive. The offensive power seems to be a little insufficient, compared with the light and darkness, it’s much easier to use it."

The vampire princess glanced at him unexpectedly, and gave him a look that meant'you understand it'.

Brando couldn't help being grateful.

Mordefense stood aside with a smile, and didn't care much about winning or losing, as if being with Lord Lord would be enough to make him feel very happy.

At this time, Medissa also walked off the court. She held her long hair in one arm, with shiny sweat hanging on her white forehead. While putting her spear aside, she raised her head to give her lord a gentleness. Extremely smile: "My lord, how is it?"

Brando was stunned-Medissa and Hippamilla returned to Vonde with the Seven-Pole Dragon King Fusia. It is said that they went to Eruin first, and then returned to the four realms. The three of them actually left Eruin even later than the White Lions, but because of Fusia's powerful strength, they rushed to Manktor before the dwarf king Carriffin.

But these are not the key points. What makes Brando a little distracted is that the little silver elf princess has changed too much after returning from the trial ground. The little princess, who was still a little childish before, has now fully grown up—like a blooming lily, with a perfect figure, a pure and flawless temperament, and a snow-white knight costume, plus a head like With long silver hair on a vertical waist like a waterfall, this princess has gradually exuded the charm of the most brilliant years of a girl's life.

This incomparable beauty made Brando couldn't help but stare at it for a while, until the cough of the lady of the staff came from behind, Brando regained his senses and replied with a little embarrassment: "It's okay, after all, your own There are also some land cards in the deck, if only one or two battles can be held. However, the efficiency of "New Life Nirvana" is too low to transform lives. If it is a more difficult battle, I am afraid that you have to prepare more holy water in advance. Row."

Regarding Brando's distraction, the little silver elf princess had a narrow meaning in her eyes, but there was a hint of joy. Seeing that the lady behind Brando seemed to have something to say, she walked aside obediently.

Antitina nodded to her: "The priests of the Temple of Flames are already hurrying to make more holy water, but in order to cope with this war, the specifications of the holy water will not be too high. After all, high-standard holy water. The price is too great. It may provide a small amount of high-end combat power to some order parties. Lord Lord, you have this strength, but don't expect too much."

Antitina arrived with the White Lions three days ago. Although Brando is no longer the Earl of Tonigel, many people understand that a considerable part of the Tonigel people are only loyal to him, not to mention that Princess Griffin and Haruze are still there for him. A position of honorary speaker was left in the aristocratic council.

But even so, in fact, in order to avoid suspicion, Antitina herself gradually faded out of people’s field of vision. On the one hand, she didn’t care much about it, and on the other hand, she happened to have more time for her own interests and activities. Research.

It's just that in front of Brando, she will always be the well-organized lady of the staff.

Brando gave Antitina a guilty look. He actually understood that the princess of Westfah had her own political ambitions in her heart, but she gave up so much for him that he would repay it anyway. Unclear.

Fortunately, he finally understood a truth. Some things are like a kind of bondage. Unclear repayment is not necessarily a bad thing, just like family, friendship and love.

He nodded silently, knowing that what his lady of the staff said was indeed a problem. One of the truths in this world is that-no matter how much money is spent, the day will be spent. In fact, it is from the chief priest Amman. The “legacy” gained has become less and less with the passage of time, and is gradually becoming insufficient for use. Although there are still some remaining, it is all low-end holy water that is useless to him. Before leaving Eruin, he left all of it to Princess Griffin and the White Lion Legion. In fact, only the high-end holy water on his body is left. Just a few bottles.

"Is there a solution?" Brando asked subconsciously, but then he was taken aback and realized that he was no longer the Lord Earl.

Antitina didn’t care, and replied quite naturally: “In fact, it’s the temple that is really good at making holy water. The priests of Fa Enzan are far more professional in this respect than the temple of flames, and there are druids. Druids are also masters of pharmacy. It depends on the relationship between the lord and them."

The druid said, Brando thought to himself that he had received the news, and Fonia would arrive in Manktor soon. Now the little girl he saved is already the chosen one of the forest goddess and is the next one. The most likely candidate for the Archdruid and Prophet of the Sky Ring, she has a heavy weight in the Ring of the World, and she has a great say.

And even if this factor is aside, in fact, because of the first battle of the trade winds, his reputation in the ring of the world is still relatively high.

As for the Faenza, this makes Brando a little strange.

In fact, the Faenzan people have approached him more than once these days, and the other party’s attitude towards him is very strange. Although he was once a member of the Grey Hughes Knights in "Amber Sword", it is not in this world. There is no connection. But the chief of the trial knights was very close to him, making him always feel a little weird.

The Faenzan people seem to know something.

But the other party didn't speak, Brando wouldn't mention it easily. He looked up at the sky, and the time was almost up. According to the agreement, the true Holy Alliance meeting should be officially held today.

"Go back to the camp," he said.

But at this time, a voice came from a distance: "Brando!"

Brando turned his head in astonishment, and with some surprise he recognized Faina, the daughter of the Duke of Mechotofin. But Faina today makes Brando slightly unrecognizable.