MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 851 Final Battle I

Magdale stared at Kantbel City in the distance. This trade town connecting Silver Bay and the Wilderness of the Four Realms seemed a bit lonely in the morning mist.

This is not what it used to be.

Those who depend on the daily operation of this huge city—farmers, craftsmen who live around the city, and pedestrians who travel through the various commercial roads, often should be busy at dawn in the dark, The city awakened from slumber and gave this ancient city a vivid color before the first rays of sun came.

But today, the city is like a sleeping beast, silently resting on the fertile ground outside the Oro Forest.

The morning breeze blew through Magdale's hair, and the unusual atmosphere in the air caused more anxiety in the heart of this church princess standing here. In the huge march tent behind her, the clamor represented that the large and small lords of the coalition forces from the Silver Bay area had not yet reached agreement--

After the Baishan disaster, the Wind Elves declared a blockade of the border and barred any outsiders from passing through their territory. As a result, the coalition's path north was severed, so everyone had to discuss whether it was necessary to divert through the wilderness of the Four Realms-an area controlled by the Imperial Red Army.

People have all kinds of concerns.

But the most important factor is the consideration of march safety.

Since the Black Moon crashed, the direction of the Four Realms has been silent. Humans and the wind elves exited the confrontation. After that, the last news of the Red Army was trying to move closer to the north's eldest son, but then the entire army disappeared strangely, as if it disappeared out of sight of the crowd overnight.

Before the Baishan disaster, in order to determine the location of the Red Army, Veronica commissioned the wind elves to send scouts to the west of the Four Realms, but after the elves arrived east of Azeruta, they saw only a large number Of highlanders migrating north.

The homeland of the Highlanders was completely reduced to a sea of ​​flames due to the death of the Black Moon. The large migration in the Azeruta area triggered a group reaction of the entire Highlander ethnic group. They originally lived on the banks of the Buta River (this river was once located in Brando Passing the east of Vargus, in the territory of Anzlowa, is the oldest sacred land of the Azeruta Highlanders) moved northward to the Red Mountain area, while the local red mountain clans continued northward into the Four Realms In the southern part of the wild, the chain reaction created a great migration of the entire highland ethnic group.

None of these migrant clans claimed to have seen the Cruzs disappear on the road.

After the Baishan disaster, the elves closed their doors, and the North-South news was even cut off. Some people speculate that the Red Army may have been destroyed by the Twilight Dragon, or the most optimistic statement is that these Cruzians were besieged in the southeast of the Evergreen Corridor-in fact losing the highlander clan of Azeruta. After the natural barrier, the area between the Four Realms and the Evergreen Corridor has become a possible 'occupation zone'.

In other words, no one dared to pack a ticket and the coalition forces could safely pass through the area.

Disagreements have always existed, but with the fierce 'head wolf' of the Antobreau family returning, the coalition forces approached Campbell Bell all the way; here, the Duke Brandon finally had to give up his toughness For the first time, fierce arguments broke out between the nobles.

Campbell.

Yokohama is the most important trading city in the western part of Shijingo.

Crossing this hub town, you can reach the safe southern border of the Alqash Mountains in just three or two days.

But again, this route is also the most dangerous choice. Since the fall of the Black Moon, the scouts of the wind elves have not visited this area as far as the west of the Four Realms.

The fall of the black moon cut a scorched wound between the lofty inland sea and Anzlowa, and the end of this wound was at the far west of Kandbel. The map has lost its due role here. Beyond recognition.

Or it's more like a black hole.

With the first rays of sunlight, the morning breeze began to warm.

But the scouts sent out have not returned.

Magdal knew that people's hearts had become more and more floating.

Without any warning, a large rough hand rested on her shoulder, and the princess of Antobreau froze slightly, turning her head. Azure eyes looked at her grandfather with a touch of anxiety and surprise-she spoke softly as if she could break the loneliness of this morning: "Master, grandpa, how are you here, are you not persuading everyone ... ...? "

"You also saw that rhetoric only works at certain times, and everyone understands the danger ahead."

The old duke went to the side with his granddaughter, stared at the distant sky, and replied.

Magdal shook his head.

This is a war with dusk, a legend written in epic, but they unfortunately happen to coincide. But everyone understands that returning to Yinwan cannot survive.

"Mr. Brando won't lie to us," Magdale said crisply. "Maybe dead, but we have a chance to win."

That person, he never disappointed those who trusted him--

She saw it with her own eyes.

"I also believe him. After all, he is the descendant of that person. I used to see exactly the same shadow on him. I firmly believe that they are people who can change everything." The old duke recalled the situation when he met Brando. , But what he saw was a silver sea.

On countless floating gun forests and flags, and on a vast field, the knights shouted the name of the tsunami in the mountains.

But they all turned into one note:

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory--!"

The tall figure stood still.

Until it becomes a monument engraved in the hearts of everyone.

Behind it is an ancient surname.

"Why, why not ...?" Magdale asked.

Blank shook his head.

"Everyone is brave enough. What can you ask for? But being brave is one thing. The fear of death is not cowardice. The key is that people know the value of death, and worthless death is not reputation."

"Ms. Veronica is still waiting for us. The Babel fortress is already in danger. We promised Mr. Brando."

"So I'm standing here with you, aren't I?" The old man blinked his granddaughter playfully: "I hope the scouts can bring the good news back to Campbell Bay ... Master Martha can still hear us Words of prayer, that proves that she hasn't given up on her children ... "

The wind blew from the field outside Campbell.

Suddenly the two stopped talking and turned around inadvertently.

Morning fog has returned to the depths of the forest. In the distance, the sea of ​​forest was undulating, and the sound of wind was mixed with the sound of leaves. But Magdale suddenly realized that under such a natural voice, the fierce dispute in the march tent in the distance had disappeared.

Do the lords agree?

How could they not solve the problem without arguing for an hour.

Blanc was a battle-hardened general, and he immediately pulled out his sabre backhand, keeping Magdal behind him.

Before he finished his action, he saw the Duke Malvis from the forest of swords and slammed his head in the tent. "Behind ... behind ...!" The latter screamed whitely, stepping out of the tent when he stepped out of the tent Almost fell into the brazier, if not the guards on the side caught him quickly.

Blank took the guy from the guard, lifted him up and tried to wake him up, and asked, "Damn, what happened?" He looked into the marching tent.

The tent was messing up.

"Yellow ... dusk ..." Duke Malvis uttered incoherently, and tried to reach out to push Frank away.

"Look at your wretchedness, Malvis's little bunny, sober me up!" The old duke untiedly held him to the ground, then picked up the latter's collar, and yelled at him: "What happened? What happened, make it clear! "

The Duke of Malvis seemed to be awake now, his eyes restored a little focus, his dry and cracked lips opened, and he was just about to say something, but it was at this time that an exclaimation attracted Blanc's attention to the past .

He looked back, but saw several knights rushing out of the forest in that direction.

"Sir, our scouts are back!"

The knights shouted, without a word, a blood-covered man had been brought over, and the man had not lost his consciousness, and he shouted, "Master Duke, we have found them!"

"Who are they?" Blanke threw Malvis away, and frowned in that direction.

"Cruz, Red Army."

"What," the old duke was taken aback, and asked quickly: "Where are they?"

The scouts shook their heads: "They let us run away, Lord Duke ... it's too late ..."

"What the **** are you talking about?"

Brank showed dissatisfaction. The quality of the troops in the Silver Bay states may be far less than the elite of several major empires. However, as a sharp knife of the army, how can the scouts not speak clearly? Already. He just wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, suddenly Duke Marwells, who sat down on the ground, stood up and grabbed his arm.

"Listen to him, get out of this ghost place!" Shouted Maldives with a blue face.

Blank was about to scold, but he shut up. He seemed to realize something, and drew away the hand of Duke Malvis, and walked quickly to the edge of the forest alone, and looked northwest of Kinderbel.

——It was the other direction opposite to Campbell City. The vast forest formed a green sea, and the sky seemed to have a few small black spots suddenly. How acute is St. Blanc, the White Wolf Sword, and it is not a scene that emerged during the Sixty Years War. He understood that it was not dust on the horizon-but a large-scale cluster flying in the air.

Except for the migration of migratory birds, there is only one situation where this happens.

That is war--

The old man turned his head, he knew in his heart that he might have encountered the worst situation, but still kept at least calm, and asked his subordinates, "Where is the Cruz?"

Right now maybe every minute and every second decides life and death, but as the commander in chief of the coalition, this is not enough to make him nervous.

Some people have experienced the worst wars, and those who survive are just to fulfill the promise of living for the dead.

Besides, they still bear the lost glory.

Under no circumstances can these veterans bow their heads.

The war they experienced was once called the long war.

That was the battlefield dancing with the death--

"We were all wrong ... sir," the scout almost cried: "The Cruzs have been fighting the monsters at Kanderbel, and they intend to bypass the Babel fortress to attack the heart of Saint Osor, and the Cruzs send out for help Messenger ... but ... "

However, none of them arrived.

Blank took a deep breath, as if he had to fill the lungs with cold air to calm himself down.

Duke Malvis stumbled up and grabbed his arm again, "Let's go, Uncle Blanc!" In anxiety, he almost called out the title of the severe elder when he was a kid, when his father was still alive In the world, and he is not yet the owner of the Marvels family: "Behind, behind ... there are monsters, you can't count them, and you won't be able to leave anymore!"

"It's too late," Blank shook away the impotent guy, and he understood that others might have fled with each other. He pointed sternly at the tip of Duke Malvis's nose and said, "Go and get others back, and our only chance is to retreat to Campbell Bay."

"No, I can't." Duke Malvis shook his head in fright.

Blank snorted, sweeping the blade and the hilt on the guy's stomach, letting the latter bend down like a shrimp. But the old duke quickly grabbed the guy's collar again, dragged the duke of Malvis to himself and said loudly, "Looking at your father's face, I can save your life. You listen, if you If you don't want to die, just do what I say! "

But Duke Malvis was still hesitant, and Blank couldn't help disappointing and shook his head. "You're a long way from your father, Malvis's little fellow," he bluntly said, "Can you escape as fast as you can from the eyes of heaven?"

Duke Malvis opened his mouth wide. He seemed to finally remember that who is the most authoritative expert here-no one can compare with a deputy marshal of the coalition sixty years ago. He asked subconsciously, "Uncle Blank, but how can I get someone else back?"

"I know what you're thinking," Blank replied, "but if we don't get together, we're dead even if we retreat to Campbell Bay."

Watching the Duke of Malvis stumble away, Magdale, who had already calmed down, couldn't help but say, "Master, can Campbell Bell really hold up?"

The old man shook his head.

Magdale was a little surprised at his indifference to safety.

Suddenly she realized that this answer could not make a little noise in her mind, maybe because of the long-expected reason for this answer? She suddenly thought that this might be her own burial place, but she was not afraid.

Maybe she was destined to be different from those mediocre people. After a moment of silence, she asked: "Cruz people can support that long, can we ..."

"Cruzes can't do it, too." Blank sighed. He walked to the outermost edge of the forest. The old duke raised his hand and pointed at a dark shadow on the horizon: "Did you see it?"

The thin black line appeared above the northwestern horizon.

And it soon became a sea.

It was a purple sea.

It swallowed forward everything, forests and lakes, but it was just a lonely boat on the stormy sea, which was fleeting.

Magdale's blue eyes were shocked.

"Do you think the Cruz can stop them?" Brandon asked his granddaughter.

Magdal shook her head silently.

The old man was silent, then he said, "They are from the Alkash region."

"what!?"

"The rift of the Holy Oath because of the Baishan disaster really cannot conceal the Dragon of Dusk, but unfortunately the Red Army did not pass on the news at the end, and then it is our turn ..."

He sighed: "No one can stop them from entering the elves' royal heart. The Cruzians are finished. Seeing that St. Osor is going to bleed and die, is there any hope in this world?"

"Babel fortress and the garrison of Cruzs and Elves, they won't just watch this happen."

"The offensive will not be true," said Blank. "The Dragon of Twilight has been preparing for so long. This is the horn of the total attack. The Babel fortress is also in danger."

"We're still here, how long have we been holding them at Campbell," Magdal seemed to have made up her mind, and she said firmly: "We can pass the message on behalf of the Cruzians and let the elves take precautions early. ! "

The old man was silent and did not answer directly.

But Magdale had seen the answer from his grandfather's face.

"is it hard……?"

"The Red Army is ten times as powerful as ours, Mary."

Magdal clenched his fists.

The nun princess thought a lot of lines in her heart, but still couldn't believe that the last hope was here, and she was easily lost at this moment.

There must be a way, right?

She couldn't help but ask, "What should we do, is that right? Grandpa, don't you often say that even in the worst of times, there is always a chance for life?"

The old man shook his head.

"And Brando."

He can't.

Not even his grandfather could do it.

Blank thought to himself, maybe unless the elves and Madara can immediately abandon their former suspects and let the undead army enter immediately-but even how much can be saved, it is unknown.

Besides, how simple is this behind?

Isn't he OK?

Magdal closed her mouth silently.

Perhaps everything could not be changed anymore. At this time, the nun's heart calmed down instead.

Somehow, at this moment she remembered her conversation with Griffin while in Vlada Pez.

Inside the hut, the cheers of non-commissioned officers and students on the playing field came in from time to time. In the white porcelain cup on the tray, the tea fragrant tea, the two girls whispered, regarding the ideals and longings, the simple pursuit at that time has taken the lead to realize the best friend today.

Who can say that it's a girl's innocence?

Chasing your own destiny--

Recalling the acquaintance with fir tree leaders is more like a bizarre dream. And that person, her knight.

"My dear friend, have you got it, your dream?"

She prayed silently in her heart.

Blanc suddenly frowned, and made a flick.

This brought Magdale back to his thoughts, and looked at his grandfather in wonder: "What's wrong?"

But the old man didn't answer directly, only shaking his head slightly.

He seems to have seen the same scene.

It was Alkash howling in the cold wind.

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