The Amber Sword

Chapter 186: My friend (1)

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"Your Royal Highness, there are too many enemies, please stay away for a while."

Sir Bergenin’s sincere request came from outside, and his voice was a little eager, and it seemed that the situation was not optimistic—the iron crossbow hit the iron plate in the mezzanine of the side wall of the carriage, banging—the assassins emerged from the forest in all directions. . Even Princess Griffin herself did not expect the most dangerous assassination in Graf's own territory.

But the girl pursed her lips, her pale silver eyes looked straight ahead, and replied, "No, I am here waiting for my knights to arrive."

"Your Highness—"

"Begnin."

"exist."

"Nothing, thank you." The girl said lightly.

The voice outside the carriage stopped suddenly, and the young man turned his head, pressing one hand on the hilt, and all that was left was the endless courage in his chest.

The half-elf girl wore her favorite silver-white princess dress as always, with her hands folded on her knees, even at this moment—the girl's sitting posture was even more correct than that of the most meticulous lady. Every detail of royal etiquette on this princess Eruin reveals the majesty of the ancient family. Even in the eyes of the most demanding nobles, she is also the brightest jewel on Eruin's crown.

In the eyes of the princess, Eruin's only heir to the throne was looking at her with a cowardly look directly across from the carriage.

"Sister..." Haruze yelled in fear, the only son of Obergus VII.

The girl glared at her only brother coldly.

"Haruze, take your sword and turn it over—"

Haruze has always followed this strict sister's advice. This time he did not dare to disobey. He had to overcome the trembling mood and carefully turned the long sword—the scabbard was engraved with a very small line:

'Call me courage—'

This is the motto of the Corcovado royal family, and also the motto of the half-elf princess; but this sentence has become a sarcasm when it comes to the only son of Obergus VII. The little boy held his saber in both hands and looked up at his sister in a daze. The severity of the latter and the danger outside the carriage made him wonder what to do for a while, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Seeing his brother like this, even Griffin couldn't help sighing. Her heart softened uncontrollably, and said softly: "It's okay, with me, my sister will protect you—"

The little boy wiped his tears with his sleeve before nodding vigorously.

There was silence in the carriage.

The fighting outside seemed to have calmed down.

At the Basta Royal Cavalry Academy in Graf, in the playground, in the classroom, or in the corridor, everyone couldn't help but get up from their seats and looked up at the spectacle beyond the arch window—

Freya raised her head in a daze, only the silver beam of light that penetrated the sky was left in her eyes. Under the sky of thousands of miles, the light that connects the sky and the earth behind the mountains is like the tower of Babel in ancient mythology. The clouds are slowly moving towards the surrounding sky thousands of miles away with the light as the center. , As if forming a series of radial fish-scale patterns from a wider angle, the magnificence of that scene surpassed all the rhetoric in the mortal world, it can penetrate the soul and make a person shudder from the depths of the heart.

what is that

The girl was wearing a training harness, and she forgot to put down the ponytail with one hand on the back of her head. Her face was reflecting the colorful light of Yunxia, staring blankly at that direction and motionless—Master Martha, Is that showing something to the world

The training ground of the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy gradually increased. The crowd screamed, sending messages to each other, as if the end of the world was about to come—everyone looked up at the southern sky, holding their breath; the voices changed from whispers to humming. The tutors who came out to maintain order soon joined the ranks. They shook their heads in disbelief, almost unable to believe what they saw.

"This is a resonance reaction, right?"

"What did you say?" Seeing the girl with a hand behind her head holding her ponytail turned her head, staring at him with bright beige eyes with a questioning look. The heart of the second son of Earl Beckberg has a heartbeat—a rare opportunity! After all, the Busta Royal Cavalry Academy is still the mainstream of male students. In each period, a few female students will naturally become the target of these nobles after the game-like Freya's outstanding appearance and temperament, even more rare is that there is no background. Family members are called delicious prey.

This hunting game is spread among the upper grades, and the prey itself is naturally unconscious. It's just that Freya instinctively feels that the inexplicable guys around her have become more, which makes this girl from the Buche countryside feel a little instinctively nervous and uneasy, but the blond boy who answered her question, she still Can't help but take another look.

He seems to know something.

"It's just a magical reaction, but it's so strong... I've never heard of it." The second son of Earl Beckberg immediately showed his best side and replied with a slight smile.

"Magic reaction?"

Freya's heart jumped slightly, and she inexplicably remembered a certain night in the Golden Tree Canyon, and she didn't know what happened to that guy. But she turned her head immediately, in case the hot expression on her face fell into the eyes of others, this girl from Buche's countryside looked up at the silver beam-the light had gradually diminished. She took a breath and tried to calm the panic in her heart and asked: "There—what is it?"

"In that direction, it should be Denel."

"Jean Denell."

Freya couldn't help but gently press her chest with one hand, feeling her heart beating vigorously, pounding: "Brando, is that you? I miss you so much..."

The restlessness and shyness of the girl fell in the eyes of the young man and it became a manifestation of the effect of his offensive. "The country girl who has never seen the world" he couldn't help thinking to himself, but he maintained a gentle smile on his face. I want to say something further. But at this time, a rush of bells rang throughout the playground and interrupted the young people’s still brewing sweet words—everyone on the playground had to reluctantly retract their eyes from the vision in the southern sky, He cast his eyes to the other direction on the playground.

The silver bell of Busta College hangs on the bell tower on the top of the administrative hall, and it will ring only in celebrations or in the most urgent situations. So everyone couldn't help thinking, what happened? Is it related to the previous vision

But a team of cavalry had entered the playground from the other side. As soon as they entered, they separated the crowd on the playground. The leading rider was a girl in a purple tuxedo uniform. She rode a horse and ran in front of everyone, then turned the horse's head, and stopped-slightly raised her chin and looked at everyone: "Everyone in each grade, From the moment I heard this order, it’s yours. I will give you three minutes to get ready to fight—"

The girl's voice was a bit low and hoarse, but it was like a bitter cold wind that swept everyone's hearts, making everyone choked.

Prepare for battle? What fight? Simulate battle? But it seems that it’s not time to test yet—

"Preparation grade..."

"What?" Freya looked at the black-haired female knight who was standing on the horse like a javelin, and couldn't help being stunned. She heard the young man murmur subconsciously behind her back, and then looked back at the second son of Count Bakerberg and asked.

"That woman is a student in the preparatory grade, and the preparatory grade is actually equivalent to the reserve of the Black Cavalry or the Janissaries. Therefore, when they are cadets, they are also soldiers. That woman is called Nimesis, the daughter of Mrs. Miller—or Let me put it another way. You may understand it better. Mrs. Miller is the younger sister of Grand Duke Luen. She married a knight earlier. Her husband died in the Ten Years War and stayed at home as a widow. This daughter is her only daughter." Count Bakerberg’s second son replied with a serious face: "That woman is a genius at Busta College, but then again, people who can enter the preparatory grade can't be compared with us who are useless."

Nimesis, Freya wrote down the name. At the same time, she glanced at the young man and smiled a little gratefully: "Don't say that, I think you are very good and know so much."

The second son of Earl Bakerberg was taken aback. He couldn't help but move slightly when he saw the serious and sincere look in the girl's eyes.

But this move was only momentary.

The young man smiled coldly in his heart, and thought sullenly: "After you have tasted my taste, you will know the real power of this uncle, hehe—"

The silver elven cavalry stood quietly in the forest, quietly confronting the private army of the dark Duke of Luen on the other side. There was no wind in the forest. The black and silver swallowtail flags were drooping in their respective camps; the sky was drooping. After the clouds dispersed, the afternoon sun from Hexi unreservedly poured down from the forest, forming a line of light beams that seemed to have a sense of substance on the edge of the treetops—these light beams fell on the lily emblems on the drooping flags, or It was on the emblem of the running bear and wolf. Except for an occasional sneeze or the sound of a war horse's nose, there was no sound in the entire woods.

This is an awkward silence.

Macaro, Lewoods, Buga, and the gloomy Earl of Baal, and the indifferent Namenis on the other side, the silver elf knight commander, who wears a long pointed helmet and can't see his expression, are facing each other. , Said nothing.

Only Brando sat in the center for a while. He knew that Aloz was by his side, so he didn't worry too much about his troubles. With the Menis presence, plus this underdeveloped Lori dragon, the Violet Earl should not be able to think of a way to trouble him for a while. He stared at the rows of elf cavalry in the woods who seemed to be dressed in silver light, guessing in this weird silence what the other party came from-the silver elf obeyed an ancient prophecy and had not returned to the mainland for centuries. This time And why did it appear—even if it broke their oath.