The Amber Sword - 1501

“Birus’ third line of defense has been breached!”

“Sir Laval’s battalion asks for support!”

“The enemy flying unit appeared in the Spire of Sphinx—”

“They are in the twelve o’clock direction!”

Veronica had a cold face.

The female army commander made a gesture to the heavy crossbowman from Yadi not far away. The officer saluted her and rushed to the top of the city fortress with the heavy-armored crossbowman.

The purple arc lights up the sky from time to time, flashing and passing away, but it is enough to illuminate the entire huge battlefield.

Bright spots of light rise and fall one after another, setting off the light blue network behind it-it is a light curtain about ten kilometers wide-behind it, the behemoth that has completely risen from the ground is suspended in mid-air, and the surface is shining with metal. Luster, like a hexahedral prism that stretches for thousands of meters.

And that is the Tower of Tongtian.

Against the backdrop of this huge tower, the criss-crossed mountains of the Alcash region are just like pocket sand tables, and the human defense system is better like linear dust.

As for the human soldiers who rely on these fortresses to resist, they are almost invisible.

However, no matter how small they exist, when they are large enough to cover the entire valley, they still dye the entire land-the undulating mountains are surrounded by the red positions of the Cruz people on one side, and on the other side are the purple ocean that is rushing forward. The two are intertwined with each other.

Veronica was watching from a distance the heavy crossbowmen advancing up the walkway of the city wall.

At this distance, more than sixty crossbowmen were as small as a wriggling black line. The nightmare screamed down in the sky, and the crossbowmen had to stop and erect the tower shield, and people fell off the wall from time to time.

Here, death is nothing more than an ordinary thing.

Veronica felt a little calm in her heart, as if life and death were no longer difficult to make her heart turbulent, this kind of mechanical indifference enveloped everyone on the battlefield. She frowned and put one hand on her lower abdomen. The scaly armor was covered with eye-catching rose red. There was a mouth torn apart by six-inch fangs.

In just a moment, another lavender arc flashed across the sky——

The criss-crossing mountains and the intricate valleys hidden underneath, the whole world is illuminated by purple.

But after a while, the world returned to darkness, and the ferocious battlefield disappeared in an instant.

The imperial elemental envoys on the spire of Omniknow are brewing to launch a counterattack, and the chants echoed in the night sky, and bright golden flame rings appeared above the clouds.

There was a rain of fire in the sky, the golden flames with long tail marks, like molten steel pouring down from the clouds, sparks falling into the depths of the valley of Arkas. Before the flame hits the ground, a dense sea of crystal clusters is reflected.

They are advancing in the sea of fire.

It is also trampling on death.

Although the crystal clusters have not yet penetrated the last few lines of defense.

But it’s not far away.

In the history of Vaughan, defense has never been isolated in the wars surrounding the fortresses and fortresses, even the legendary fortresses built by the gods like the’Tower of the Sky’.

It’s just that with the fall of the era above the clouds, the defense system built by those great beings has disappeared this morning. The glorious history has become the past and is buried under the dust. Today it is only scarred.

Although the wind elves and Cruz people rebuilt this system.

But how can the poor craftsmanship of mortals be compared with the miracles created by the gods and people? Babel once had the reputation of never falling, but now, no one dares to boast.

The defenders all understand such a thing, this fortress can be used as their spiritual support, but in fact, there are not too many hole cards.

Veronica stood still, occasionally looking westward, and that direction was the position of the elves, and arrows were falling like a rain at the moment.

The powerful dominance of the Golden Elf Archer on the battlefield effectively restrained the advancement of the crystal cluster army, but a huge siege-level crystal cluster appeared in the sea of crystal clusters, and the floating purple began to advance again. The elves were forced to retreat, and the complete defense line also eroded little gaps.

The wind elves have transferred the most elite hurricane legion and the guard of the elven court from the four realms. The former is the old enemy of the red legion for six centuries, and the latter is the commander’s guard handed down from the era of the sage— -Their predecessor was the twenty-four wind knights.

But Lord Lorrindale, the commander of the wind elves, Lord Isdoville knows better that the power he has at his disposal is not abundant.

He had to mobilize half of the most important elf shooter to support the human allies, otherwise the remnants of the cruz green and black legions that had been saved from East Metz might have lost blood in this war.

This is a consideration on the battlefield, but more importantly, the elves value their promise.

Although the two have been mortal enemies several times in the past few centuries, the vows engraved on the stone slabs a thousand years ago also existed. Perhaps on this day the elves decide to choose such a place to fight and die, they will Trust the people behind you without hesitation.

Even if the opponent is from Cruz.

The battle has reached the fiercest stage. The stormy waves are not enough to describe the offensive of the crystal clusters. The human fortresses still standing at the forefront have fallen one by one, and the knight who has sent the order is reading aloud the troops that have not fallen yet. Name-but this list is getting shorter and shorter.

“Sir Markles and his Highland Infantry Battalion are asking for help, Sir Spruen is still there, Quasi Jugger Wade and his battalion are retreating…”

Pieces of parchment were thrown into the aisle.

In the end, there was the last one left on his skinny hand.

At this moment, the third line of defense has collapsed.

But there is one final reef in this raging wave.

“Sir Vallar is still there!”

“Sir Vallar and they retreated into the Golden Falcon Fortress.”

When it was the third time, the knight looked up in astonishment, and said in a trembled, “Sir Laval…Sir Laval, they are still there.”

Many people were stunned.

In Valachi, there is a place called Sheti, and a brown river flows through this place.

On that fertile soil, there is a group of people who have fought against the mountain people for generations. They are descendants of the Cruz people, but they are not allowed in the mainstream society of the empire. The Seti people like to ridicule the imperial people’s petty, because they are the descendants of warriors, and for decades, every Seti people have held a grudge against the Empire’s betrayal of them.

The empire tolerates the mountain people, but forgets the Sheti people.

Count Laval is an authentic Settite. He is stubborn and obsessed with old dogma. He is not tolerated by the upper class. What is even more annoying is that he is a so-called dissident. Simply put, he is Kang The diehard of Queen Stanley.

Such people are naturally unlovable there, not to mention that after the fall of Constance, if it were not for the fall of the empire, people like him were originally meant to deprive the nobility of their status – maybe they would have to be gallows.

Duke Ludwig once ridiculed this person’s ignorance, and the nobles who suffered losses in the East Metz War were even more angry, and publicly declared that these farmers from Sheti were a bunch of barbarians more than once.

However, the Sheti people were brave and good at fighting, and the history of this area was rich in the best archers and light infantry of the entire empire.

In the middle of the battlefield-

When the crystal cluster climbed up the outer wall, the Sheti people retreated into the Wengcheng; the crystal cluster broke the Wengcheng, and the Sheti people defended the inner wall; after even the inner city wall changed hands, the Sheti people retreated into the spire.

There is not much of them, but the minaret still stands.

Like a fang pierced into the purple ocean.

Duke Ludwig approached the battlements subconsciously, “What are you still doing? Go and rescue them–!” His veins bulged, like an angry lion, roaring at his knights.

A hand interrupted him, and Mangrove looked at the knight who passed the order.

The knight’s voice was a little stiff: “Sir Laval and his soldiers request support…”

“What kind of support do they need?”

“My lord, see for yourself…”

A small figure climbed to the top of the spire, and a flag was raised above the top of the tower.

“It’s Sir Laval!” someone exclaimed.

But more people watched the banner silently.

It was a brown flag with the shape of a piece of land. It was the land guarded by the Sheti people for generations, their homeland, the fertile field surrounded by brown rivers.

The brown white-bellied falcon represents the fearless spirit of the Sheti people, and the ears of rice contain the deepest hope of the land. Under the rice ears, the lion’s mouth holds a skylark, and the Sheti people are equally loyal and trustworthy.

It was a purple wave.

It is also a lonely banner.

Many people shed tears and regretted what they did in the past.

These farmers from Sheti have proved their loyalty and bravery to the empire, but the empire can no longer make up for its narrowness and prejudice, and perhaps this is the source of all the disintegration.

At this moment, Mangrove suddenly thought of the small border country in the south of the empire, the fearless monarch, and the sword he had taken away.

Duke Ludwig leaned weakly against the wall, silent.

“They, request the use of golden flame angels…” the evangelizing knight replied in a low voice.

“Target,” Mangrove asked softly.

The legendary knight opened his mouth, but in fact everyone already had an answer.

Just like a king needs both a scepter and a sword to maintain his majesty, and the golden flame angel is Babel’s sword that symbolizes justice and majesty. The golden light beams converge from the bottom to the top along the six-sided prism. They may have traveled several kilometers, but they have already converged to a point in just a moment.

The sky seems to have been lit up, and the clouds are burning.

A fiery red light beam plunged into the dark mountains from top to bottom, and then dispersed into thousands of light beams, plowing through the sea of crystal clusters. With just one blow, tens of thousands of crystal clusters were wiped out.

The entire purple ocean’s offensive was stagnant.

But at the very center where the beam of light passed, only the charred remains of the towering minaret remained.

The flag turned into a bit of ashes, and was scattered in the breeze before dawn.

Some aristocratic ladies actually covered their faces and lost their voices, and their mourning echoed on the city wall, but they couldn’t suppress the sky-shaking fight.

The golden flame angel shouldn’t be used at this time, but people know that only the bravest are worthy of a sword-the Sheti have proved their bravery. Mangrove patted the old man on the shoulder as he walked down the city, meaning to tell Duke Ludwig:

Many people will die here, but the living must fight.

In the Spire of the Sphinx, a battle that has never been suspenseful is coming to an end, and mankind has no hope of winning.

The young officer from Adi stood on the wall and gave a knightly salute to his legion commander from a distance, with the kind of respect from the heart in his eyes, and then he jumped and fell down the cliff.

Countless nightmares are crawling up the city.

Veronica watched this scene blankly.

“It’s time to retreat.” Mephistopheles told her.

“I can’t even remember his name, but I know that kid is a knight of the Knights of Folding Swords,” she told Gray Sword Saint softly, “They are the best young people in the empire.”

“I know them,” Mephistopheles knew these former enemies: “It’s worth admiring.”

“Bring my horse here, I’m going to see Isdoville.”

With that, she turned around and left.

Mephistopheles grabbed her arm and shook her head: “Why bother, you know that there is no result, the elves also have difficulties, besides, you still have injuries.”

“We might all die here. This injury is nothing,” Veronica replied softly, “Do you want me to give up? We can repay now, but there will always be no retreat.”

…

Aruta stared blankly at the mess left after the dispute…

The table was turned to the ground, the parchment paper and the map tube rolled to the ground, and the elf guards stood awkwardly at the door, not moving forward or backward. The king of Lorraindale, who was wearing a black fleece with a thin face, shook his head. He bent over and picked up the military map from the ground, his skinny palms as pale as a vampire.

The face of the elf lord can be described with a haggard description. His deep-set eyes seem to contain a bright flame, but his lips are extremely thin, as if indifferent and ruthless, yet extremely assertive.

Isdowell smiled bitterly again, shaking off the dust from the parchment in his hands. The fury of the female army commander left a deep impression on everyone present, but he just didn’t expect that after so many years, she still had sex with the little girl.

“Why don’t you agree to her?”

Aruta finally couldn’t help but ask, although he was a little scared of the person in front of him, and his anger was inexhaustible.

“Why do you agree?” Isdowell looked at the young crown prince and asked rhetorically.

“Isn’t this self-help…this time?”

“How can I save myself?” Isdowell asked, “Rely on Madara?”

“But the sage said…”

The King of Lorrainedale raised his hand to signal him to stop speaking: “His Royal Highness, compared to the sages living in history, I know better than them what Saint Osor needs—well, this question is for you. It’s too complicated to say, maybe you should spend more time learning how to be a “elf” crown prince.”

The guards outside the door looked at each other when they heard the words, thinking that this adult was starting to talk nonsense again, this time it involved Master Fenghou, and did not respect His Royal Highness. But fortunately, maybe they were used to such a scene a long time ago, and they gave each other a look at each other cautiously, and the elven girls walked out calmly.

Maybe other people can pretend not to hear this sentence, but Yaruta can’t.

He felt insulted.

He was originally the son of a hunter, and he has suffered enough anger these days. The elves didn’t put him and his sister in their eyes at all, and some people even ridiculed them as rubbish.

He removed the crown from his head and couldn’t help saying loudly, “I know, you haven’t seen us at all, but I didn’t expect anything. If it weren’t for the commission of Mr. Brando and Lord Sage, I wouldn’t want to. Here comes… you can take this crown if you want it, it doesn’t belong to me in the first place.”

With that, he threw the crown in his hand to the opponent.

Isdoville stopped suddenly, and did not reach out to take it, letting the crown fall to the ground with a thud.

A purple arc outside the hole window was crossing the sky, brightening the entire dark room.

Aruta was taken aback. He looked at the flabby crown, and then he remembered that it was a symbol of elf kingship. He couldn’t help being a little scared, and whispered, “I… I didn’t mean it…”

The Lord of Lorrindale glanced at him, bent down, picked up the crown with both hands, “Don’t let me hear that again.” He said coldly.

“Then why do you have to keep us here!” Yaruta felt a tingling in his nose, and tears had almost flowed in his eye sockets. He was really aggrieved and terrified: “Since you are unwilling, let us go back. My sister and I weren’t elves either!”

“Because you don’t understand its weight.” Isdoville gently swept away the dust on the crown.

Then he raised the crown with both hands and placed it on top of the young man’s head.

Aruta was still in tears, and she froze when she saw the other person approaching, but he saw the movement of Isdowell, but he was startled for a while.

“you–”

“I do understand Saint Osor now better than Master Feng.”

“But I have to admit that she knows better than me who is more suitable for this throne—”

Isdoville looked very serious: “The wind elves have long lacked an inclusive culture, so they cannot be included in the mainstream of civilization. Perhaps a human king is the opportunity to change everything. Staying alone is just a helpless choice, especially today. In fact, we all know that no one can face this enemy alone.”

“In that case…Why didn’t you agree?” Yaruta wiped away her tears, sniffed and asked, “You clearly know that Madara is not behind the scenes of Baishan… I’m sorry, I eavesdropped on your conversation.”

Isdoville didn’t care, and seriously corrected Aruta’s words: “It’s us, not you.”

The elf lord looked out the window, with a thin face and the light reflected in the depths of his pupils—the dark clouds outside the window were drooping, and the empty knights of Cruz and Faenza in the sky also joined the fight. The battle was extremely anxious and magical. The light almost lit up the entire cloud.

“A thousand years ago, it was the same situation.” He muttered to himself.

Turning around again: “His Royal Highness, have you understood the basis for the Wind Spirit to stand up?”

Aruta shook her head blankly.

“Because of pride.” But Isdowell’s tone was even more proud.

“pride?”

“For those people in this world who think they are superior to others, the wind elves will never accept their mercy.”

He stretched out his hand to straighten Aruta’s crown: “It was not in the past, so it will not be the same today.”

Aruta was stunned.

He felt as if he understood something, but he was not quite sure.

…