The Amber Sword

Chapter 2: The man in the dream

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"Warning: Excessive blood loss, dying of life—"

"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function is declining, life is dying—"

When Sophie woke up, it seemed that the high-frequency warning sound from the previous tragic battle seemed to reverberate in his mind. The sound was like a file in your head, making you a headache.

By the way, he remembered that he should be fighting against Madara's undead army in the mountains of Olkhash with his comrades in the "Force of God" in the game. The leaden sky was roaring with cold wind and countless darkness. Creatures are constantly pouring down from the steep mountain peaks like daggers, endless, like a dark tide. Thousands of skeletons, corpses hidden in the sea of bones, bone dragons and cold ghosts hovering in the sky...

They are dead if they are back and abdomen.

His first reaction was to swear in his heart, that gang of thorny fire bastards, his incompetence and his incompetence would even inflict the allies on the enemy's back, it's really fucking unreasonable!

Only then did he deliberately check his own state. It was an unexpected joy that he didn't die. You must know that Madara's army has never kept alive. But then he frowned again, the injury was too outrageous—not only a fatal injury to the abdomen, but also carrion poison.

Wait, carrion poison

Didn't I have already completed the task of perfecting the body? How could the body of the Silver Clan be eroded by these low-level darkness? BUG? Are you official

He didn't have much time to question this, and the young man sat up halfway from the dusty floor with a weak cough and barely supported him-he realized that the erosion of darkness was still a trivial matter, and it would be done by finding a priest to disperse it. And if he doesn't stop the bleeding quickly in his own state, he is afraid of being weak and dying. Although he is not a top player, he is at least a veteran. For these situations, only a little inspection can get an idea.

Sophie groaned, and then moved away the skeleton frame in front of him that was only half pressed on him. In his eyes, these low-ranking soldiers of Madara are like air without existence. After all, it is forty-four years of the Second Age, and Madara is still awakening these low-level cannon fodder, except for wasting soul energy. It didn't work. Sure enough, the brains of the wizards of Okato's undead sequence had been completely corroded by negative energy, and they didn't know how to work.

He still had a mental complaint, but then he found that pushing away the skeleton seemed a bit difficult. Sure enough, the punishment in the weak state was not covered. Normally, he could easily push away a skull dragon.

Sophie remembers when was the last time she fell into dying weakness? Almost a few months ago. The combat effectiveness of the power of God was not blown out, this time if it weren't for the incompetent group of thorny fire flames, his undead record would have been maintained.

When I think that the young people here can't help but feel gloomy again, and the temple forces are completely defeated, it is estimated that the forum is full of excitement at this time.

And while he was thinking about these trivial things, he touched his backpack with his backhand-but he touched a blank, Sophie was shocked, and then cursed.

"These bandits of Madara!"

He still has to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time, it is best if there is a healing agent, and it is also possible to use a bandage. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield. Generally, those cannon fodder backpacks are not visited by anyone. They are filled with healing potions and bandages, especially bandages. Before the war, he had seen a rookie carrying a bag full of bandages.

A joke, do you think you won’t die if you wear more bandages

He subconsciously prepared to get up, but when he turned over, he was stunned-wait, is this still the mountainous area of Olkhash

He should have seen such a scene: the grass is desolate, the bare white rock teeth are staggered on the steep mountain slope, the corpses are everywhere, the ravens fly over the silent battlefield, the broken Great Bright Cross flag of Grace is flying over. On the top of the mountain, however, the imaginary scene has not reappeared in the eyes of young people—

There is no northerly wind screaming all night in the Olkhash Mountains, nor the silent silence that walks like a ghost in the shadows of the mountains, nor even the bone-to-shoulder cold that can freeze the air down with a layer of dry powder.

All this seemed to be an illusion. When the illusion was disillusioned, he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, dilapidated and old room. The ground was nailed by pieces of smooth wooden boards, and there was another on it. Tan's eye-catching scarlet blood...

He couldn't help but froze for a while, and subconsciously touched his chest. But a sting interrupted his movements. The young man screamed and barked his teeth. The wound was his, and the blood was his...

But what is this place? He is vaguely familiar with the style of this room. Below the first floor is the main hall, the corridor on the second floor leads to each room, and the guest rooms, kitchen and storage are on the first floor below. By the way, this is the architectural style of the Eruin South, and it is not a room that ordinary civilians can afford to live in-although it is a bit old, it can be determined that the original owner of this room must have some status.

As Elu was south, Sophie couldn't help but be in a daze.

How long ago is that memory? The mountains of Yusong and the sound of bagpipes in the border town of Butchi are as melodious as a dream of the past. But isn't it the territory of Madara now? In his memory, Eluin had long since been subjugated, yes, in the third Black Rose War.

"Why am I here!"

"and many more… "

"Buche... Buche." Sophie repeated the place name.

By the way, he remembered.

His name is Brando and he was born in Braggs. There is one half of the blood of Brother Cartieri flowing on him. This half of the blood comes from his mother, but he does not appear noble because of the blood of this nobleman. Because his father was just a commoner, although his grandfather's generation had participated in the November War and received the Candlelight Medal, in the final analysis, he was nothing more than a glorious family of knights in the past.

wrong!

Sophie was suddenly alert, what a mess of this. No, no, he is Sufi, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.

But immediately there was a voice in his mind telling him—

"You are Sophie and Brando."

Suddenly, he was afraid of climbing onto Sophie's back. He held his breath, and suddenly found that there seemed to be something in his memory. It was the memory of the young man named Brando, pouring into his thoughts like a tide, or an uninvited stranger, rushing in.

… Sophie's breathing hurried, and his pupils enlarged in circles. He immediately remembered the desperate and heart-palpitating sword and the terrifying white bones.

He struggled to get rid of this terrible scene, but as the memory filled up, he became exhausted instead. His brain throbbed, and his forehead was also sweating profusely.

Ha, he suddenly remembered how he got here—it was indeed a great battle. The fierce battle between Grace and Madara, the church knights nation, was in a desperate situation. He remembered his role. It was dead at the hands of a corpse witch.

After disintegrating the brilliant green light, the world fell into darkness...

That was originally a game setting, and death should last for twelve hours, but can anyone explain it to him. Why did a normal death in the game cause him to come here

this world-

His heart is chaotic. If there is a word that can describe the only idea behind his messy thoughts, it is-absurd.

absurd!

He already understood what kind of absurd thing happened to him, he passed!

The soul traveled into this world, a dead man named Brando!

No, it should be said to be one.

Sophie clasped her hands on the floor tightly, her knuckles tingling a bit. He looked at his hands, they were a little slender, and his pale skin showed a sickness. Although he was prepared in his heart, he could not help but startled. He is a citizen of the People’s Republic of China, a Han nationality, and belongs to the Mongolian race. His skin should show a healthy pale yellow, but there may be some characters in the game. The adjustment must not be what it is now.

His heart was pounding, the six gods have no owner, he can say that he has all the memories of the original owner of this body in the short nineteen years of his life, but from another aspect, he has nothing to do with everything he faces. Know.

Perhaps from the soul, he could feel all the thoughts of the young man named Brando—

Ideals, obsessions; what he loves, what he hates.

It's like a rebirth, another nineteen years of mental journey. Everything about the other party is everything about you, as if it was originally one, but two long dreams are intertwined, which always makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

"I'm Sophie."

"But also Brando."

A sense of fatigue came from the deepest part of Sophie's heart, and it spread all over his body in an instant. He finally took a long breath and finally calmed down a little bit.

Forget it, if you come, you will be safe.

Sophie couldn't help but shook her head, and looked at her hand again: "But with this little power, I am ashamed to claim that she is number one in swordsmanship..." Thinking of Brando, he couldn't help but laughed at himself, but was surprised. There is a little bit of lightness, no matter what, after leaving that world, there is no need to worry about it anyway.

However, a flash of lightning pierced the darkness, and Sophie suddenly felt that this might not have been another opportunity given to him by the heavens. Once ignited, this idea spread uncontrollably in his heart.

Because he remembered another thing—

You can't go wrong, Eruin. That is a country that has been subjugated in the game, and Brando remembers the year of blooming flowers and summer leaves, which was 375 years of the First Age, and the history of the game has been written to: Second Age Fourth Fourteen years! Just as a person suddenly found out that he had become a prophet of foresight, a terrible shudder could not help passing Sophie's body.

Yes.

Here, no one is more familiar with everything that is happening and about to happen in this world than him.

In the previous life, he was doing nothing and hiding in games to escape reality, but what would he do in this life to be worthy of his second life

Sophie couldn't help being in a trance.

This is the year of blooming flowers and summer leaves, the year that the first Black Rose War began. In this war, Eru suffered a crushing defeat, but he also embarked on the road of ZTE.

He happened to be the personal experience of this war. He remembers that at that time he first came into contact with the world of games. The first country he chose happened to be Eruin. He was an out-and-out novice who grew up in such a war.

The beginning of the war was kicked off with Eru’s one-sided defeat. It was not until the arrival of the Burgess Mountain Army that the situation gradually improved. Sophie has a deep memory of that tragic war. He once acted with the local police force. , But there is not one survivor.

He is just an ordinary person, no matter in the previous life or in this life. What is Brando’s swordsmanship? In the early days of the war, Madara’s raids were as classic as textbooks, swift, ruthless, and silent. When the ancient kingdom reacted, the garrison in this area had already been wiped out. Disaster.

On this day, Brando must have been the scout from the Madara army, and Sophie suddenly felt a chill rising from his back. Only by surviving can she show her ambition.

He knew that he had to save himself. First, he had to find the equipment to stop the bleeding. The young man strenuously grabbed the handrail on the hanging side of the corridor and stood up. Then he saw the structure of this room clearly, as he had imagined, Eruin’s southern architectural style made him so familiar—because he had spent the most memorable time here.

"Eruin, I'm back again—" Sophie couldn't help chanting softly.