MTL - The Amber Sword-Chapter 1 Dreamer

The Dreamer (Act 1)

"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life threatening—"

"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function declines and life is in danger--"

When Sophie woke up, she seemed to be echoing the high-frequency warning sounds from the previous fierce battle. The sound was like a file filing in your brain, making you headache.

By the way, he remembers that in the game, he should be with the comrades of "God's Power" to fight the dead army of Madara in the mountains of Olkash. Creatures rushed down from the steep peaks like daggers, boundless, like the Kuroshio. Thousands of skeleton armies, corpse witches hidden in the sea of ​​bones, bone dragons and cold ghosts circling in the sky ...

The enemy was on their backs and they were dead.

His first reaction was to swear in his heart, that **** of thorny flowers, incompetent, and even involved his allies, let the enemy bypass the back, how **** this is!

Then he deliberately checked his condition. It was an unexpected joy that he did not hang up. You should know that Madara's army has always kept alive. But he frowned again, and the injury was a bit outrageous—not only the fatal injury in the heart and abdomen, but also the carrion poison.

Wait, Carrion?

Haven't you already completed the task of perfecting your body? How can the silver's body be eroded by these low-level darkness? bug? Officials are you doing hair?

He didn't have much time to question this. The young man coughed weakly and barely supported the half-sit from the gray floor-he realized that the dark erosion was still a small matter, and a priest would disperse and finish it. In his own state, if he is not happy with some hemostasis, he will be afraid of death. Although he is not a top player, he is at least a veteran. For these situations, only a few checks can understand.

Sophie groaned and ran away from the skeleton rack that was only half pressed on him. In his eyes, these low-ranking soldiers of Madala are as airless as they are—in other words, it is forty-four years of the Second Age. Madara is still awakening these low-level cannon fodder. In addition to wasting soul energy, it is really It didn't work at all. Sure enough, the brains of Okato's wizards of the undead sequence were completely eroded by negative energy, one by one.

He still had a complaint in his mind, but then found that pushing the skeleton away seemed to be a bit laborious. Sure enough, the punishment in the weak state was not covered. In normal times, he could easily push away a skull dragon.

Sophie remembered when she was last dying and weak? A few months ago. The fighting power of the power of God is not blown out. This time, it is estimated that the immortal record of the incompetent generation who is not the fire of thorns will continue to be maintained.

The thought of the young people here can not help but another gloomy, the temple powers defeated, it is estimated that at this time the forum is lively again.

While thinking about these trivial matters, he touched his backpack with his backhand-but felt empty, Sophie frowned, and then scolded.

"The bandits of Madara!"

Scolding, he still had to find a way to stop bleeding. At this time, it is best to have a cure. It is also possible to not use bandages. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield. Generally, those backpacks for cannon fodder are not patronized. Most of them are healing potions and bandages, especially bandages. Before the war, he also saw a rookie carrying a full pack of bandages.

Joke, do n’t you think bandages will die?

He was going to get up subconsciously, but turned over, but stopped-wait, is this the mountainous region of Olkash?

He deserves to see such a scene: barren grass, bare white rock hounds staggered across the steep hillside, corpses traversing the wild, raven flying over the silent battlefield, and Grace's broken large bright cross flag flying on the hill , But the imaginary scene is not reproduced in the eyes of young people—

There is no north wind that screams all night in the Olkash Mountains, nor the silent silence that walks in the shadows of the mountain like a ghost, and you can't even feel the bone-chilling cold that can freeze the air into a layer of dry powder.

All this was like an illusion. When the illusion was broken, he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, old and shabby room, which was nailed by a piece of smooth wooden board. The striking red blood on the beach ...

He couldn't help but hesitated and touched his chest subconsciously. But a tingle interrupted his movements, the young man screamed and gnawed his teeth, the wound was his, and the blood was his ...

But where is this? He is vaguely familiar with the style of this room. Below the first floor is the main hall. On the second floor, the cloister leads to the rooms. The guest room, kitchen and storage room are on the lower floor. By the way, this is the architectural style of southern Eruin, and it is not a room that ordinary civilians can afford-although it is old, it can be judged that the original owner of this room must have some status.

Sulu couldn't help it a little because of the south of Eru.

How long was that memory? The mountains of Yu Song, the bagpipes of the border town of Butch, melodiously resemble a dream of the past. But now is n’t it the domain of Madala? In his memory, Eruin had long since died, yes, in the Third Black Rose War.

"How could I be here!"

"and many more……"

"Butch ... Butch." Sophie repeated the place name.

By the way, he remembered.

His name is Brando and he was born in Braggs. There was a half of Cartier's blood flowing from his body. This half blood came from his mother, but he did not appear noble because of this noble blood. Because his father was just a civilian, although his grandfather once participated in the November war and won the candlelight medal, but in the final analysis, it is only a glorious knight family in the past.

wrong!

There was a sudden alertness in Sophie's heart that it was all messy. No no, he is Sophie, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.

But there was a voice in his head telling him--

"You are Sophie and Brando."

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

——Sophie's breathing was quick, and her pupils were enlarged in circles. He immediately remembered the desperate and palpitating sword, and the terrible white skeleton.

He struggled to get rid of this terrible scene, but as his memory filled up, he became exhausted. The brain was tingling and sweating on his forehead.

Ha, he suddenly remembered how he got here-it was indeed a great battle, the fierce battle between Grace and Madara, the knightly state of the church, suffered the enemy on his back, and was in despair, he remembered his The character died in the hand of a corpse witch.

After disintegrating the brilliant green rays of the rays, the world returns to darkness ...

That was originally a game setting, and death should last for twelve hours, but who can explain it to him? Why did a normal death in the game lead him here?

this world--

He was confused, and if there was a word to describe the only idea behind his messy thoughts, it was-ridiculous.

absurd!

He already knew what a ridiculous thing happened to him, and he passed!

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

No, it should be said as one.

Sophie clasped her hands on the floor, her knuckles tingling. He looked at his hands, which were somewhat slender and sickly with pale skin. Although he was prepared, he couldn't help but be shocked. 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 light yellow color, but there may be some characters in the game. Adjustment must not be like this.

His heart was pounding, and the six gods had no master. He could say that he had all the memories of the nineteen-year life of the original owner of the body, but in another way, he had nothing about everything he faced know.

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

Ideal, obsession; what he loves, what he hates.

It is like after a rebirth, I have gone through the course of my heart for nineteen years. Everything of the other party is everything to you, as if it were originally one, but the two long dreams are intertwined, which still makes people feel a little overwhelmed.

"I'm Sophie."

"But it's also Brando."

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

Forget it, once it comes, let it be.

Sophie couldn't help shaking her head and looked at her hand again: "But this strength, I'm sorry to call myself the first sword ..." He thought of Brando, could not help but laughed at himself, but unexpectedly Feeling a little relaxed, okay, leaving the world without concern anyway.

However, a flash of lightning cut through the darkness, and Sufi suddenly felt that this might be another chance that God gave him, and the idea spread uncontrollably in his heart as soon as it was ignited.

Because he remembered another thing--

Nothing wrong, Eruin. It was a country that had already died in the game, and the year of the flowers and summer leaves in Brando's memory was 375 years of the First Age, and the history of the game has been written to: The Fourth Age of the Second Age Fourteen years! Just as a person suddenly found himself a prophet of prophecy, a terrible shudder could not help sweeping Sophie's body.

Yes.

No one here is more familiar with what is happening and will happen in this world.

In the last life, he was inactive, hiding in the game to escape reality, and what did he do in this life to justify his second life?

Sophie couldn't help but have some nagging.

This is the year of flowers and summer leaves, the year when the first Black Rose war began. In this war, Elu was defeated, but he also embarked on the road to ZTE.

He happened to be a personal witness to the war. He remembered that he was only in the game world for the first time at that time. The first country he chose was Eruin. He was an out-and-out novice and grew up in such a war.

The beginning of the war was accompanied by the defeat of Elu due to the collapse of the side. The situation gradually improved until the arrival of the Burgos Mountain Corps. Sophie had a deep memory of the tragic war. He had worked with the local police. , But none of the survivors.

He is just an ordinary person, no matter the previous life or this life. What is Brandon ’s sword art? In the early days of this war, Madara's raid was as classic as textbooks. It was fast, ruthless, silent, and by the time the ancient kingdom reacted, the garrison in this area had suffered an utter destruction Disaster.

It was on this day that Brando must have been a scout of the Madara army. Sufi suddenly felt a chill rising from his back, and only survived to show his ambitions.

He knew he had to save himself. First, he had to find a hemostatic device. The young man struggling to stand up, grabbing the handrail on the side of the corridor. Then he saw the structure of the room, just as he had imagined, and Eruin's southern architectural style made him so familiar-because he spent the most memorable time here.

"Eruin, I'm back again--" Sophie couldn't help but read softly.