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MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 505 Mortal hero
Martha gently embraced Antitina, who was sobbing, into her arms, comforting her back with her hands, comforting her child.
Antitina finally noticed something, and looked at Martha with tears in her eyes: "Are you ... Master Martha?"
Martha nodded slightly.
"... You're back?" The girl looked up, her face still full of pears and rain, with an eager hope in her voice: "Will you help us fight the Twilight Dragon?"
Martha shook her head with a smile, and wiped her tears gently: "My child, you don't need anyone's help, and the mortal will and confidence is your most powerful weapon— —And I have given you authority, and the rest will need to open up a magnificent future by your own hands. "
Antitina looked at her puzzledly, but saw Martha lightly on her right hand. Starting at the fingertips, the goddess slowly turned into numerous scattered petals of light. In the dazzling light like the birth of a supernova, Antitina saw a simple throne.
On the throne, a holy sword fell asleep quietly.
A gentle voice echoed across Vond's sky.
"children--"
"Don't give up hope!"
At that moment, the whole world almost stopped breathing.
Everyone looked at the glorious sword in the sky.
In the elven palace of the deciduous forest of the Baishan Mountains, the bell rang, and the elven guard pulled the gate of the meeting place. The wind elf envoy took the lead in standing up, and one of them reached out to his opponent and said, "Thank you very much, my name is Melia, chief wizard of the elf court."
The **** aristocrat with a pale face smiled slightly and touched the hand of the elves elegantly: "Although at this moment you and our names may be buried in the long river of history, but history will always remember this day, I believe It is significant enough to rewrite our future. "
Melia smiled: "Anyway, welcome back."
"Where to return?"
Melia smiled and didn't answer, but the dark nobleman of Madara stopped questioning, as if they both knew each other.
The envoys on both sides nodded to each other, slowly walked out of the hall, then stopped, raised their heads and looked at the glorious sacred sword in the sky, and everyone said nothing for a long time.
In the south of Erouin.
There was a gust of wind in the Allasser Forest, the forest was rustling and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads. In the distance, the sparkling waves of the Bernicer River passed quietly over the land south of Lantonilan.
With the effect of inertia, the gravel creak made a crunching sound, throwing the last stone with a high parabola into the distant walls of Bernichel. After the flash of magic, a wave came from within the city. The roar of the building collapsed.
The cultists have given up to resist, and a plump dragon spews flames on the broken city walls, driving away those who have collapsed and fleeing.
Stopped on the battlefield.
Everyone is watching the sky--
Haruze shook Mikaya's small hand and stared at the majestic mountain on the clear blue sky.
Miss Antitina's father was also a hero. His unyielding leave everyone a last glimmer of hope, so he deserves the title of knight. There are always many such heroes in human history. Haruze couldn't help thinking of his teacher. In the dazzling glory of the holy sword, he could always see a straight back, firm belief, and never fade Ideal, isn't it the teacher's words and deeds?
The birth of Alluin is so brilliant, and can he afford the teacher's entrustment?
The little prince bit his lips and said nothing in silence.
The two were surrounded by the expressionless Archduke Lantoniland. The duke, who had just experienced the pain of bereavement, was pale and pale, as if he was ten years old. He embraced his only granddaughter, the only bloodline left by his son and daughter-in-law, and stared into the sky for a long time without saying a word.
The cultists massacred the inhabitants of Bernice.
This also filled their own grave with a final handful of soil.
Bernice was not captured.
This was the order of the Lord Duke.
From this day, Lantonilan will also begin a big cleansing of all disbelievers.
Haruze knew that innocent people would be killed under this order, but he did n’t say anything. Civilization sometimes needed iron blood, and Eruin ’s decay had reached a level where bones were deeply visible. As a king, he must learn to take responsibility. Those wearing crowns are not qualified to cherish feathers. If a country must move forward, someone must be stigmatized.
Haruze was aware of it, but if someone had to pay for it all.
It would not be the Eruin, but the dragon of dusk.
He clenched his fists.
Behind him, Medusa Lesmeca was equally astonished by the sights in the sky. Her sword, like a reptile, reflected the sword deeply, her eyes flashing with hesitation and determination: "... really exists, everything is true ..."
Her friend, the **** dark elf, grabbed his close friend by the arm and looked at her worriedly: "Lesmeca?"
Kaya's action alarmed Haruze in front.
The little prince turned back and was startled when he saw Lesmeca's abnormal shape. He thought Lesmeca was worried about himself and said quickly: "Sister Lesmeca, you don't have to worry, this attack was never thought of by anyone, and no one can blame anyone for it. Besides, am I okay now? "
But he didn't expect that the words had just fallen, Lesmeca grabbed him with a backhand, and the strength of his hands almost made him scream. The body's subconscious reaction was to use black magic to resist, but Haruze stopped this impulse because he saw Ms. Medusa's eyes-clear and bottomless, without any intention to hurt him.
"Miss Lesmeca, you ...?" He whispered, gasping.
Mikaya also turned around and looked at the scene with a tilted head with interest. She asked with her eyes if the little prince wanted help, but Haruzer shook her head at her.
Lesmeka lowered her head, her face with a rare seriousness. Looking at the look of his best friend, the dark elf Kaya seemed to realize something, and quickly asked: "Lesmeca, do you think?"
Medusa turned her head and nodded her head: "Kaya, we have lost our home. Do you want to experience the lingering taste again? We came to this world on earth to find hope, now At the last moment, we must make up our minds. "
Kaya opened her mouth and stopped talking.
"Kaya, do you believe me?" Lesmeca asked, looking at her look.
"I don't believe who else can you trust, Lesmeca? Without you, there is no me at the moment. I have always regarded you as my sister," Kaya could not help but said, "I gave it to you at first, It's just trusting you to make the right judgment, I— "
Lesmeca interrupted her: "Kaya, thank you, but it's time to be desperate."
Kaya's eyes crossed Medusa, and he looked complexly into the sky and nodded.
Haruzer looked at the two in surprise.
"Miss Lesmeca, you ..."
Lesmeca pressed her finger to his lips and stopped the words behind him: "Haruzer, my little prince, do you want to hear our story?"
Haruzer's gaze came out, and of course he knew that Lesmeca and Kaya were bizarre in their lives, but because of Ampere's kindness, he never had the suspicion of thinking about this lady Madusa. It was because of his trust that Lesmeca had the idea to stay in this human kingdom.
She looked at the little prince tenderly: "Kaya, she's an oathkeeper."
...
General Feng Nuoma looked away from the sky and silently looked at everything that happened.
Outside Ariel, two black and white torrents merged orthogonally above the plains of Corkova.
Cardiffen, the dwarven king, was watching the white formation in the distance, murmuring in the dark torrent of the dwarf heavy cavalry: "They are also coming ..."
The White Lion Legion trapped in Aireer is in the final counterattack. The human knight puts on the final charge, and a purple crystal ocean is rushing from the front-but humans are shocked to see their former enemies, The army of the Lions of Toquinin approached them from one side, then stopped side by side with them ...
The human side felt faintly about Toquinin's intentions, but was still uncertain.
Under the order, the ordering knight played the banner of inquiry, a golden swallowtail flag—
Is it an ally?
The lion hesitated for a moment, then erected a holy white flag, and on the flag, seven holy emblems fluttered in the wind.
Respond with a sacred oath.
General Feng Nuoma stood on the surviving city wall and saw the scene, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
Woo--
The horn sounds long.
The army of the dwarves had been killed immediately, and the humans and lions were not hesitating-the knights began to accelerate, and a roar above the plains of Corkova. The tribal coalitions hit the ocean of crystal clusters in front, like three hot knives that cut the butter. The dwarf heavy cavalry was first and foremost. Each dwarf heavy cavalry was a moving fortress, not to mention that they passed by. Immediately set off a frenzy in the purple ocean.
Dilferi kept abreast of the dwarf's regiment with the careful protection of Bresson, Manrique, and the knights.
"Miss Oath Keeper," after the dwarven king Karifen hammered and flew a crystal cluster, there was still time to turn around and speak to Dilferi in the middle of the knight: "Did you think about it, after the battle here was won, Where are you planning to send the Holy Sword? "
Dilferi looked at the dwarf king, her eyes also fell on the holy white flag, and the long box in her hand tightened tighter.
But a figure had flashed in her mind, and she nodded seriously.
The sun shining from the Balta Plateau brings the warmth of winter--
Adams, the inferior knight captain belonging to the Fifth Legion of the White Lion Army, woke up and felt that he was being bumped up and being carried on his back by one person.
In his mind, he played back the messy memories before the coma-the monster that jumped over the ruins of Aire to his column like a tide, and General Feng Nuoma gave a death order to keep the street and his own in the battle. There were fewer and fewer companions until he was the last one left.
In the face of the surrounding monster, he only had the determination to fight bravely in his heart.
Shouldn't he be dead?
Adams struggled to raise his head, to see who saved himself-did General Feng Nuoma's strategy work? Has the White Lion Legion recaptured that intersection? Have they won in the end? Is Airlie City saved? How many casualties are there?
But what caught him was a long snow-white mane.
The lion looked back at the human on his shoulder. It had a narrow scar on his face, and green eyes, as if embedded in the middle of the scar.
Torquain Lion.
Adams is very familiar with one of these white lion's opponents. After each winter, there are several confrontations between humans and lions. Such hatred lasted for hundreds of years, and was deeply engraved into the bones of every White Lion Legionnaire officer, and the same was true of the Lions of Toquinin.
But how could they be here to rescue themselves-their enemies?
"... You saved me?"
"Raising your hand," the lion replied indifferently, and he strode forward, across the street that had long been ruined: "You can remember my name, my name is Sher, and it will definitely be the greatest hero."
Adams couldn't help looking back at this humorous guy, but he saw the other person's gaze firmly in the far sky, and his eyes reflected the dazzling light.
There, there is a sword--
...
"Don't be too proud, Martha." Roman stood on a hill outside the lamp castle, sneer watching it all.
Hundreds of miles away, the head of the mercenary suddenly moved his eyelids to startle everyone.
"Come on, Miss Yuta, she's awake!"
A panic sound.
And in the same panic, as far away as Rubic, the desert country in the south of Voend, the grave-keepers in grey robes ran towards the center of the temple in groups, each with a clear face Look, the bells are ringing over the city.
Adeni stood behind Naguire, looking at the temple's slowly-opening main entrance with some disbelief.
This is something that has not happened in a thousand years.
Accompanied by the twelve tomb guards, the elder looked calmly and came to the two with a blue dagger.
"So ... that's the Holy Sword of Wisdom?" Adeni asked stutteringly.
Naguire nodded.
Ring of the World——
The great druid of the ring of sky pushed open the window, and the breath of the wind rushed towards him-even in the harsh winter, the trade wind around the world can bring back the breath of summer. A green leaf flew into the window and fell on his hand.
The archdruid raised his thin eyebrows, and could not help but grin with a bitter smile on his face: "The little guy has given us a problem."
"grown ups?"
"Go on, let me see if that person is."
He turned back.
Outside the window, El Ranta's scenery is picturesque.
...
"... After the silver age, did the Bugatians remember their glory and promise? As the tower-keeper of the Council of Truth, the guardian of the knowledge of the Great Library, the descendants of the wise ancestors, the blood of silver Is the Bugatti seeking strength or wisdom? Is the truth of the law or the judgment of destruction engraved on the towering St. White Minaret? The mystery of the universe that the people once sought in the almost infinite life is just Is it for the weak crickets and tramples, or is it the insistence on true knowledge? "
"... I believe that the Bugatians are wise, no matter how the pros and cons are weighed, and how to choose between gains and losses, but it is always knowledge and truth, not strength and power, that make the silver people more brilliant; I believe that the wise will have a long Eyes can cut through the heavy fog and see the true future of Silver City State; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually overcome greed, and I believe that the people on the cloud can make themselves a A decision you will never regret ... "
"Because I believe that we still have a glorious future. And that's what I want to say, all--"
Kanaj-
In the cloud temple, the holy prime minister in a white robe was thrown away the speech in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the thousands of silver citizens on the circular staircase.
The raven is silent.
Solomon's eyebrows stood calmly beside Delphin. He looked up and looked at his colleagues, his eyes burning with the flame of wisdom and perseverance, very calm: "Vote."
Thousands of hands were raised without opposition and abstention.
The fairy Ms. Tania stood on Huang Huo's shoulder, her silver eyes looked at the somewhat calm and proud human girl with shock.
Then there was applause like a storm, sweeping the audience.
The year of the sword, the first day of the winter piano.
The Bugatians announced their break with the Sassadels, and the Wizarding War has just begun, and it is nearing completion--
...
When Antitina woke up, she already felt the warm and familiar embrace.
She looked up weakly, looking at the familiar face-and the complex look of Miss Freya, and she quickly struggled, but did not break out of Brando's arms.
She blushed slightly: "Master Lord ... what happened to me?"
Brando looked at the silver pattern on the right hand of her young staff member and replied word by word:
"You saved everything, Antitina."
...