MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 495 Final Battle VI

Marshall stared at the forest on the hillside. The forest gave the sapphire mountains a deep black color in winter. A group of patrolling soldiers were slowly sliding down the woods on the hillside. Only a few people were intact, but the jersey was already broken. Hanging like rags, some people use sharpened wooden sticks as weapons, and everyone is hungry. He lowered his head and wiped his long sword silently. The blade had been rolled out. The reason why it was not bad was because everyone in Toniger's White Lion Knight had the best equipment-only in the workshop. The large-scale production of refined armors and swords, especially the weapons purchased in batches before 1976, are the highest procurement standards set by Miss Merchants, and are produced by master craftsmen created by Hazel craftsmen.

The tattered cotton armor of the soldiers of the noble army couldn't stop it from a sword. The armor on the lord's knights was also a matter of cutting two swords. Sometimes he could not even use the armor-breaking cone. He still remembered the first The blonde knight was shocked and terrified in a battle. However, sophisticated equipment did not control the victory of a war of disparity in strength. The Golan-Elsen army formed a blockade on the south with thousands of people and stone statues of the Sazard. Ghosts and iron men, the White Lion Guard and the Valkyrie defended Her Royal Highness day after day and were forced into the direction of the Sapphire Mountains. There was no food in the mountains to support an army, especially in winter, even if they only had hundreds of people, rebels. I want to trap them alive.

Marshall chewed a piece of hard grass roots, his last food reserve. As for the specific time I haven't remembered how long I haven't eaten, and my brain was a bit numb. My last meal was a roasted mountain rat with my colleagues, but I have forgotten when. But food is getting harder and harder to find. Soldiers on patrols are not so much looking for food as it is to find food. Hundreds of people crossing the mountain forest are like a disaster. Even frozen soil layers have to be dug to find a hibernation below. If the bark of sapphire wood is poisonous, it can also be used for soup.

He remembered the first few **** battles, and the two sides tried their best to defeat the other side, but the nobles flinched after paying a terrible price, and chose to attack without fighting. In the first battle, he remembered killing three people himself. He was wounded. The more he killed, the more wounds he got, but the wound became less and less. In the end, no one killed him-the other side no longer attacked. He sometimes wanted to be better off in those **** battles, so as not to suffer.

He was one of the third batch of white lion knights. This was also the last batch of white lion knights trained by Tonigel before the war began. He is an authentic Tonigel. He was a civilian, and his performance was not bad when he was selected. Everyone. But three days ago, he replaced his captain and became a great knight. In Eruin, this step meant to become a true aristocracy, and upwards was the baron, but it did n’t make much sense, because no one else I don't know if I can survive the next battle, just like the man he replaced.

Marshall had no regrets.

He is not the eldest son. Before the Second Toniger War, his shoemaker father kicked him into the barracks and made him stand out like a real man to defend ‘something worth defending’. But he didn't catch up with the war because the war was over the first week he entered the barracks. He was selected into the White Lion Guard during the Battle of Ampelsel, and in a sense, this was considered outstanding.

But he just had some regrets.

The White Lion Guard will not easily give in.

Just like the lions lost their lion king, if the lion king is still there, they will never fall into this situation.

Marshall gently lowered the rag, the blade of the curled blade shone brightly in the winter cold, and a bright face reflected in a blade of light like a pool of light, the face looked very serious. The young knight was slightly wrong, because it was not his own face.

He lifted his head stupidly, a tall shadow cast on him.

"Bangdang", his sword fell to the ground.

right now--

The Lion King is back.

The princess leaned pale on a roll of cushions, and a long contemplation was revealed in her silver pupils. She was injured and was so weak that she was almost slender. Her hands were very slender. Now she can see clearly. To the shape of the bone joint, under the almost transparent skin, the blue veins flow quietly, and there is some pathological beauty.

A slit opened in the tent door, bright light flowed in from the outside, and fell on her. She sat stubbornly straight, grasping her sword with both hands and staring at that direction for a long time.

Freya couldn't help feeling heartache when she looked at her like this. Last night, Bronhild told her Her Royal Highness that she was sweating and sweating in her sleep. The sweat soaked her coat, but she woke up and said nothing As if the wound was all right.

"Eat something, Her Royal Highness." She could not help but persuade again.

"How about you?" Griffin asked back.

"I have eaten it." Freya quickly answered: "The soldiers found some **** ..."

Then she could n’t talk anymore, because Her Royal Highness looked at her with a smile, and pointed to the contents of the plate: "The **** has gone to the south of Chablis in winter. This is chicken, just like you yesterday. It ’s the same thing for me. Yesterday you said you found a turtle dove. We all ate half of it. Is this the other half that should have been eaten by you? "

"His Royal Highness, I ..."

Griffin shook his head: "Freya, Miss Roman's loss-making business can be eaten no matter how long it is, and she can be distributed as a military ration. The unique taste of these salted chicken tastes like it is put It ’s the same with dry wood for a year. Did anyone tell you? ”She paled and blinked playfully:“ As a princess, my tongue is very picky. Although you are Everton's daughter, but you may never understand the life of aristocracy as a civilian. "

The exposed Knightess blushed, and she found out if her mind was really not enough, or why she couldn't even tell a simple thing such as lying.

But Griffith's face converged because of the smile on her face. Even in such a weak state, she showed a majestic atmosphere and frowned, "Freya, did you secretly save your rations to me? Now. "

"But I'm different from you, Her Royal Highness ..." Freya quickly argued.

Griffin looked up at her: "You are my captain, silly girl."

She reached out and stroked the sabre gently.

"We've figured it out, Antitina went to Lampburg after she left Maggie Tan, and we moved closer to Golan-Elson, and we must have a chance to save her. If my injury can't be cured, you can take With my sword, I have full authority to represent my will, and I must rescue her. "

"your Highness!"

Griffin held her words, "This is also for Tonigel's battle, Freya, and ... I can't be sorry for Mr. Brando."

She closed her eyelids gently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her voice lowered: "I don't want to leave regrets, do you understand, Freya; I don't want to be sorry to everyone, just like my father, he owes You Butchers apologize ... "

"He's him, you're you," Freya's chest fluctuated a bit. "Everyone in Butch cursed your father and said he's a faint monk, but he has a good daughter, and we're even willing to forgive you Father's fault. Because we only hope that Her Royal Highness will survive well, and one day this kingdom will become better under her watch!

Griffin's eyes were a little red, and she smiled slightly: "You can rest assured that I won't give up so easily, even in the darkest moments, I have not been knocked down. I am the daughter of Hallevo's body. With the blood of Holy White flowing, no one can defeat me, nor can death. "

Her words stopped suddenly.

There was some solidification in the silver eyes.

Freya was just about to say something, but a slender palm was already on her shoulder.

Freya almost froze. She felt that someone was entering the tent, but she thought it was Brenhild, because the Valkyrie was not passed on. But as soon as she felt the familiar temperature coming from the hand on her shoulder, she immediately understood--

Who came back.

A strong layer of water glowed in the eyes of the strong horsewoman. Her eyes were as red as a rabbit. Turning her head back, tears burst into her eyes. She wanted to tell the person in front of them how difficult their situation was; she wanted to tell this person how worried she was about Toniger's war; she wanted to tell him that Antitina was taken away by those people, Life and death are unknown.

She wanted to weep like a child.

But Duty allowed her to stand still, with tears flowing across her face, and her eyes blurredly looked at the familiar face in front of her.

Brando looked at the heart-wrenching Valkyrie with some heartache.

He had never thought of the Eruin flag in his memory, and one day he would feel helpless in front of himself like a child with no strength, strong and firm, weak and slender, two different moments of beautiful beauty intersecting deeply Touched the softest part of his heart.

Her Royal Highness was still there, and Brando could only gently wipe away the tears on the face of the Valkyrie.

"Sorry, ladies, I'm late."

"But in my opinion, it will always be just right," Her Royal Highness replied with a light smile.

Within a narrow tent.

The two looked at each other so silently.

Standing alone.

Sitting alone on the bed.

Freya suddenly understood that he and His Royal Highness might have a lot to say, she was still in tears, hugged Brando tightly, and secretly shook his hand. Brando understood what she meant, lamenting the kind girl in his heart, he smiled at her and nodded.

"I, I'll go and see Miss Brenhild. She, she might be looking for me ..." Miss Knight made a poor excuse, and turned and walked out.

When the two of them passed side by side, Brando pressed her ears and said, "There is food outside, and I brought you supplies."

Freya's face was flushed and she ran away without looking back.

Princess Griffin watched the interaction between the two with a keen attitude, her eyes were bright and she smiled slightly, but she also had some concerns in her heart.

"No one can defeat you, nor can death, Her Royal Highness Princess," Brando stared at his princess: "Because they can't reach you at all, your knight is in front of you, without my permission Before, no one could. "

"Not with your permission," Princess Griffin added. "Mr. Knight, you seem to have gone through a lot."

"Yes, does it smell a little bit vicissitudes?"

"No."

After saying this, even though she was very weak, she couldn't help laughing.

Brando also felt the change of Her Royal Highness, and she became more mature. Maybe it was she who was really the same, and gradually coincided with the shadow in his memory. He took out the angel heart bottle and motioned her to drink, but the elf girl was unmoved, and only looked at him with the expected eyes.

Brando froze, then jumped slightly.

He held up the weak girl, and they clinged so ambiguously. The elf princess looked at him with confidence. Brando lowered the angel heart bottle a little faster and dropped a drop of luminous light on her. On the tip of the slender tongue.

The princess swallowed it, and the majestic vitality contained in the light fluid immediately began to work. Her withered limbs plumped up again, her skin became white and flaky, her silver eyes lightened slightly, and her cheeks became healthy The rosy, loose silver hair glowed with dazzling luster again, it was like a withered flower once again started the blooming process in life.

Griffin looked at this incredible thing in shock, and didn't even care when such a serious injury healed completely.

"this is……"

"This is the Angel Heart Bottle."

"That's the holy thing formed by the angel's blood?"

Brando nodded.

Her Royal Highness seemed to be lost in thought: "I owe you more, my knight."

"I just worry that Her Royal Highness is still remembering and hating me," Brando replied somewhat helplessly. "Let's just draw it."

Griffin raised her head a little in shame: "Don't mention that!" But the memories that made her ashamed and angry were now slightly sweet.

The topic made the half-elf girl feel a little embarrassed, and she slightly lifted herself from his arms.

Although Brando was a little disappointed, he also understood that Her Royal Highness's move today has proved his trust in him, and he couldn't get a foot in the foot. Besides, the distance between the two of them just made him a little flushed.

Princess Griffin calmed down and began to state what happened after he left. Some of these things have been heard by Brando, but speaking from His Royal Highness's mouth is another state of mind.

When Brando heard part of Eruin's country, the original ambiguous atmosphere in the tent had already faded to almost nothing.

After a long narrative, Princess Griffin stopped for a moment and then asked, "Can you tell me something about the Sazard?"

The topic seemed to open a Pandora's box, which silenced the tent.

Brando glanced at her in amazement. He had thought that Her Royal Highness would not take the initiative. After thinking for a while, I didn't have much preparation in my heart, and I told everything that happened after I left Eruin before finally mentioning the Sazard incidentally.

He did this to avoid the embarrassment of His Royal Highness. The elf girl obviously understood this, and her heart was slightly warm.

Regarding Brando's trip, she actually learned some from other channels, but after all, it was not so detailed, and she could hear God several times. She is a good listener, and her good education will not reveal her subconscious burnout at any time. Besides, Brando's story is fascinating. Her Highness Princess whispered several times.

But when it came to the last paragraph, Princess Griffin's expression cooled down.

She didn't expect that so many big things had happened in this world, but the Eruin nobles were still arguing about trivial matters, even disturbing the kingdom and collaborating with outsiders and cultists. What a ridiculous joke this is. Perhaps to an outsider, this ancient kingdom is simply an incurable deserter.

When Brando finished his last sentence, the tent was quiet again.

Both of them lowered their heads to each other as if thinking about something, and the air was filled with speechless silence.

It took a long time for Princess Griffin to say lightly: "So at least a lot of people in the royal party knew from the beginning that the dragon of dusk stood behind the Sasardes?"

Brando nodded silently.

Princess Griffin was expressionless. She seemed to be measuring something in her heart, but when she finally spoke, it took almost a lot of effort to say: "The ancient nobles and their noble faith created this kingdom. Eruin never Forget those who fought to change its destiny, but history is always changing, and some people are indeed not so timely ... "

Brando looked at her fists, her knuckles were obviously white, and she even shook slightly.

Born in the blossoming ZTE era, she has witnessed the best spirit of this kingdom.

But she also witnessed her father's death under cold-blooded politics. She hated this antiquated system more than anyone, but she also harbored the rare tenderness among politicians.

However, at this moment, she killed countless people with just one sentence. This included those who had worked with her, those who supported her, her friends, and even her grandfather, who was once in her despair Relatives who reached out to her.

But if the history of a kingdom cannot be advanced in a pool of blood, it can only be turned into dust in the flames.

Brando wanted to comfort the weak girl, but he said:

"not enough."

Griffin looked up, her silver eyes staring coldly at him.

"This time, Her Royal Highness, don't forget that I am also on your opposite side."

Her Royal Highness took a deep breath, as if she had made a great determination: "I will marry you, we also have a marriage contract, in the future you can ..."

Brando smiled bitterly, although it was also a political marriage, but his heart was slightly warm. At least he understood that in her mind, his status could even be equal to her ideals and convictions-he looked at Her Royal Highness, but he did not want to see her soft heart at this time.

He didn't know if he should be happy or angry, but he shook his head, because that was not what he wanted: "Haruzet is the king of this kingdom, Her Royal Highness. We want to give Eruin a brightest future, so It must be given an orthodox name. "

The tent fell into a dead silence.

It took a long time before Princess Griffin looked up and looked at him with some resentment: "Very well, as you wish, I will take you, the Count of Jean-Dernell and Toniger, and Fir-collar. The lord, the hero of Eruin, was executed in public, accused of blasphemy against the members of the royal family, without eyes. "

Brando scratched his head embarrassedly: "Stop and stop, I'm not that great. Her Royal Highness, in fact, there are relatively gentle ways. Maybe I will leave Eruin. Then Eruin will also participate In the war against the Twilight Dragon, I believe that Tonigel and Valhalla's strength will be the backbone of this war, and I entrust it to you, I hope you can make good use of them. "

"Why is Eru obeying your orders? Do you mean that Haruze and I are just a puppet that you manipulate?" Princess Griffin, expressionless, changed her cold tone: "Unfortunately Earl, Earl, after you leave, you turn to the arms of the Twilight Dragon. Anyway, its selfish selfish Highness Princess Princess and the King only care about their own people. As for the great responsibility of saving the world, the Eruins are afraid to shoulder I'm sorry. "

Brando knew that he had offended the princess severely, and he could not laugh or cry for a while.

But after a while, he heard Princess Griffin asking faintly.

"... where are you going?"

"Perhaps go to the Bugatians first and then St. Osor ..."

He wanted to continue, but Princess Griffin's words interrupted him:

"At least before you leave, Mr. Knight, can you hug me again?"

Brando froze for a moment.

He raised his head, Princess Griffin's slender neck slowly turned red, and her blush was so cute that she turned her head slightly and did not look at him.

Brando opened his mouth. He wanted to say no-but found that his body was out of control.

He felt his heartbeat beating very fast, and slowly and somewhat softly kneeled in front of the princess's palace. He didn't even dare to look into the other person's eyes, and only gently put Griffin into his arms, only feeling The half-elf girl was as light as a feather.

Princess Griffin curled up in his arms motionlessly, listening gently to the strong heartbeat of her knight.

She said softly, "I'm sorry, if you accidentally dilute Miss Roman's place in your heart, but I was your fiancee, too ..."

What could be more debilitating than a strong, proud princess who lowered her body and whispered love in your ears, but as she said, he could say nothing but blame himself How about it?

Sorry, I can't say those three words easily, because I have a responsibility to this kingdom ...

Because the country has been promised, it is harder for Xu Jun.

Brando listened silently to the Highness of the Princess,

"I have one last request," Princess Griffin said softly, "Mr. Knight."

She looked up at him.

"Please bring Miss Antitina back."

Brando nodded seriously.

Because this is not a promise, but an agreement for the two ladies.

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