MTL - The Amber Sword-Chapter 4 Dark spread

Act IV Darkness Spread ()

Sophie's plan is this.

If his memory is correct, at this time the captain of Butch should be the famous veteran, Madden, a veteran who had experienced the November war like Brando's grandfather.

Sophie knows that he is because this npc will teach the traveler 'Exploration' skills in the game.

But the veteran was really famous because he made a huge mistake as the captain of the Butch in the first Black Rose war, and he judged that the army of Madara was wrong.

He thought the other party was just as invading the border as usual, so he transferred the villagers of Butch in the beginning. He had a chance to fight back and defeat the vanguard of the undead army, and then retreat calmly.

Unfortunately, this opportunity missed him.

He should have been a hero of the kingdom, but in the end he took another bleak path. For such a person, Sophie was both sighed and curious.

Sighing for the latter half of his life, he was curious how the other party discovered Madara's undead army in advance at the beginning? You know, this is the only variable in the entire Golan-Elsen region.

"Is it because of myself?" Sufi thought suddenly, an impossible thought.

But he threw the absurd idea out of his mind.

Now he wants to change history, he has to find a way to remind each other. Fire, a symbol of warning and invasion in military regulations, Sophie can only expect the other party to be sufficiently awake--

The door slammed, and the minutes passed by as if immersed in a tense atmosphere.

"Brando, they're coming in!" Roman grasped the masonry hammer with both hands, and she frowned nicely and stared at the kitchen door, for fear it might accidentally be knocked open.

Sophie had no time to think about it, and the skeleton soldiers were dead as soon as they rushed in. But when he heard the shout of Miss Merchant, he couldn't help looking back at the door:

The kitchen door made a rattling sound, and it continued to pierce and withdraw swords. Madara's sword was as clear as the fangs of a beast. Something outside slammed into the door with a loud noise, and a layer of gray fell on the roof.

The creak groaned from the wooden door, and the crack widened a lot--

"Calm down, calm down, just think of it as a game. Sophie, think about the tasks you experienced, this time it's not much ..."

He tried to inhale and calm his heart, while wrapping the oil-soaked cloth on a bunch of straw and firewood, and then tightening it with rubber bands. He is familiar with this practice, making homemade torches is a skill that can no longer be based in the game, although not even basic skills.

The conditions are relatively abundant. He also knows how to make a torch that can only burn for five minutes, remembering that he tried it once with dry lichens and bushes in the underground tunnels of Nocan and Hain.

But there was not much time left for him, and soon the door trembled again. The door frame made a crackling noise, the lime splashed, and then fell down one after another.

"Brando--!" Roman felt that his heart was about to come out of her throat, and she blinked bright eyes.

"I'm here, don't worry, just stick to it for a while." Sophie himself was sweating heavily. He saw several times on the vermiculite with an iron bar, and Mars was jumping, but he just didn't light the torch--

After all, there are some differences between reality and games.

The huge strength of the skeleton soldier first made the door bolt unbearable, and it cracked open from it, and the wooden door tilted, but there was still no opening.

A bare boned hand came in from the outside, trying to break the latch from the inside.

The teenage business woman was startled. She immediately lifted the hammer and smashed it, but slammed the hammer on the bone and only opened a crack in it. Madara's skeleton soldier didn't feel any pain, it just stopped for a moment. , And then continued to pull the latch.

Roman seeing this scene, he stayed for a while, forgetting the hammer in his hand.

"Brando, Brando, what to do ..." she asked a little nervously immediately.

Then the firelight finally lit up.

At the same time, the latch fell to the top, making a sound.

The door opened, and the skeleton soldier with the portable sword outside opened the door and stepped in. It turned his head, and two pulsating red flames in the eyes of the black hole locked the two pale young men.

What is that young man doing?

Before he could react, a black object in the grayish vision of the undead had become bigger and bigger, and immediately snapped a hatchet into his forehead.

"... This is your last move. Remember to keep your hands steady and the center of gravity low when throwing the sword out. Don't hesitate. Be as straight as possible between you and your target ..."

"... If your enemy is a skeleton, then your best goal is to choose the connection between the shoulder blade and the arm, the thigh root or the spine; unless you are sure to hit the head with one stroke, its skull is not its largest weakness……"

"Hell--!"

Sophie looked at the skeleton soldier leaning back, and couldn't help yelling-the 'throwing' technique in military sword art is a profound skill, but it is not a problem for a senior soldier— — Only when the hatchet was thrown away, Sophie suddenly remembered that she was no longer that veteran.

I lost his sword in the game in the past. I am afraid that this skull will be divided into two pieces along the skull directly, but now, as Brando learned in the militia training, the opponent is at most slightly hindered-insert The hatchet on the forehead did no harm to the overall structure of a bone shelf.

"Miss Romain, be careful!" Seeing that the other party was about to stand up again, he immediately pulled the stunned merchant lady behind him behind him.

"Brando ..." Miss Merchant was terrified.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Sophie said so, but in fact she didn't know, especially when she saw a dense crowd of skeleton soldiers planning to flood in.

In such a critical situation, he could not care so much. Looking around, there was really nothing to use. But that bone rack is about to stand, what should I do? Just give up so blindly?

Sophie shook her head. He vowed that he had never lived a life-and-death period from childhood to childhood—of course, those experiences in the game are not counted—he only felt blank in his heart, only a fight, and he became successful without success!

He rushed forward, clenched his teeth, grabbed the other's arm holding the sword, and then almost subconsciously slammed the bone rack backwards.

People tend to use their full strength subconsciously when they are tense, and the bone rack is unable to resist when it is out of balance. It makes a gurgling sound and backwards, and a group of skeleton soldiers behind it back.

The momentum of Madara's undead pouring into this room was stagnant for only a moment, but that was enough.

The young man couldn't help but feel confused, he could hardly believe that he had succeeded, but this is a reality. Is he really the useless game house?

He subconsciously threw the torch in the other hand to the fire, such as dry straw, leather products and firewood, which had been piled up in the corner.

The flames rose in a flash--

"Let's run, Brando!" Miss Merchant ran up from behind, grabbing his hand.

She felt that she hadn't been so nervous since she was a child. I remember when I first saw the young man next door for more than a year ago, I just felt that the other party was a little shy and talked well.

But today, the ordinary young man has demonstrated extraordinary calm and bravery. Is the temperament shown in this crisis a "reliable man" whispered by his aunt?

What a strange feeling--

The girl couldn't help but have some thoughts that could not be explained clearly. She noticed that she could not help but pounding when she noticed that she was holding the other's wrist.

"Brando?"

The smoke had permeated, and the kitchen was full of smoky smell.

So Sufi was sober. Martha was up, and he had burned his grandfather's old house with a fire. Brando must not be able to eat this time-although he is now Brando.

His mind was chaotic, but Brando's memory prevailed in the chaos.

However, a dry, low voice came from behind the smoke: "Faster, soldiers of the dead. Extinguish the fire and poke out that bug. We have only one minute to--"

This voice reminds young people that they are in danger and must find a way to escape birth. However, Sophie knew that the subordinate undead driven by the fire of the soul instinctively feared the flames. The corpse witch might have some difficulties to get his skeleton subordinates to overcome this in a short time, so now it is his turn.

It's just that the flame is a double-edged sword, and he must hurry up.

"Miss Roman, come with me." Sophie yanked a roll of sausage from the ceiling, and took Miss Merchant towards the back door. This is not his unhappiness. The basic food reserve before the escape has almost formed a subconscious instinct for players in the 'Amber Sword'.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, surrounded by a sea of ​​fire, the smoke was filled, and the temperature rose extremely fast. But Sophie quickly touched the small door of food in her memory—pushing and locking.

Sophie coughed, and the merchant lady behind her had a very bad cough. He calmed down and groped again, and immediately found the metal latch. He was about to open it, but hesitated immediately.

He remembered another thing.

...

"Freya!"

Perhaps for the residents of the Elson-Golan Mountains, the stars in April are not much different from the night sky in May. Only from the end of May, the temperature gradually recovered. Looking down from the gentle **** of the Yusong Mountains, it has been a sea of ​​red and white flowers since early summer. In the era of peace, here is the most peaceful and peaceful place in the entire Eruin. Countryside, but has been devastated by war for centuries.

The girl looked up, and on summer night, the sky was as clear as crystals—from west to east, a bright strip of light penetrated the entire night sky, through many constellations in those myths and legends.

She was standing at the side of the village looking up at the side of the mountain. Freya was a little worried. The loud noise before was particularly disturbing. Did n’t she say that there was a movement of undead nearby?

When she heard the shout, she turned her head and was surprised to see a childish boy running out of the village entrance, panicking to her, bending down and panting.

"What's wrong, little Phoenix, is there something wrong?" The girl's voice was soft and clear.

"Did you hear that voice?"

"Well, so I came out to look at it," she could not help but glance towards that side of the hillside again. "I'm so worried about Romain, she's gone to a nearby town too ... I heard it's not safe recently, I let her Come to my house for two days, but she didn't agree. "

The teenager looked up at her, could not help but stare--

The girl's light brown long hair was concisely formed into a long pony tail behind her head, which set off a full of British style. She was wearing a close-fitting gray and white leather armor with a thick cotton shirt on her left shoulder. With an armband-an abstract pine leaf painted in black paint.

She also had a dagger on her waist, a medieval Western European dagger, and a flame emblem on the iron plate of her sword guard.

If Sufi can recognize the other side's dress at this glance-Butch's militia. The Golan Black Pine is the most common tree species in the Elsen-Golan Mountains and is the emblem of the Butcher Local Army.

However, the guards are well equipped and equipped with jerseys, and only local militiamen will wear this off-white leather armor made from the fur of a gray mane cow.

In Eruin, every young man at the local level receives regular militia training. This training usually starts at the age of fourteen, and runs between October and March each year, and ends at the age of nineteen. . Trained youth and even adults can serve as militias at any time in peacetime, and become the most important reserve source in wartime. Therefore, since the promulgation of the decree in the year of Thunder, militias training has become the most important military action of Eruin. one.

"Doesn't that kid live over there? I heard he was a militia in Braggs." The boy asked in a puzzled manner.

"Well, the talents in the city are not trustworthy," the girl drew back her long pony tail, and could not help frowning. "It's because that guy is there that I won't be relieved!"

"You are prejudiced, Sister Freya."

"What do you know ... forget it," the young girl said without looking back. "Well, let's talk about something. Boys don't talk like a girl!"

Little Phoenix narrowed his neck. "You know, Captain Madden has ordered the guards to gather!"

Freya flashed a pair of big bright eyes with surprise: "Captain Madden? How did you know?"

"Bresson told me," Little Phoenix answered with a blink of an eye, "when I came out, he was on the horse to report to the police."

"Do you know what happened?"

"I don't know." The boy shook his head.

The girl turned her head and glanced in the direction of the hillside with anxiety. She could only dimly see the outline of the manor in the darkness.

"Call everyone and we will go too."

"Freya, Sil's will kill us so late!" The boy widened his eyes and asked incredulously, "Let's wait for the news tomorrow?"

"It's timid!" The girl couldn't help but stare at each other, but she also knew that Little Phoenix was telling the truth, and thought of her cowardly deterrence—don't look at her as the butcher's militia captain. rash.

"You're not the same ..." The boy just murmured, but saw the other person look back and gave himself a snoring gesture seriously.

"Freya?"

"Shhh-" The girl turned her head and made a gesture of "listening". There was a clear whining sound in the darkness.

"What's that sound?"

The whine has moved from far to near, and overhead, fast.

The girl's face changed. She raised her head and just wanted to avoid it. It was too late, and a dark shadow pierced into the shoulder from the air and let her scream backward.

"Sister's head--!"

"Run, little Phoenix, run!" The ponytail girl called in pain.

The arrow is raining.

...

Sophie stopped.

"What's wrong, Brando ... keke?" The future teenage businessman probably felt abnormal and couldn't help asking.

Sophie didn't answer. He remembered something.

When Madara launched the raid, it was in the game. In the game, the player must not be able to bypass the player. The player will not work like a npc at sunrise and sunset, and it can be said that a considerable part of them are veritable Nocturnal creature.

He remembered that when he launched the action in Madala, he also encountered player interference elsewhere-a player like him, but most of the action was successful.

why?

Yes, he finally remembered such an era, when the ancient country of Erouin was approaching twilight, and its neighbors were ushered in such an era, a time of turbulence.

Gather the nebula ...

Sophie couldn't help sighing. Madara in this era is not only a succession of legendary generals who have made a name for themselves in the future, but also benefited from the military change seven years ago (the 368, the Black Rose Reform)-this change created for it A solid foundation has been developed, and a steady stream of excellent apprentices it is training are supporting the country's war power from the bottom.

And this strength will eventually be demonstrated in such a war.

In the first Black Rose war, the strong execution and judgment of the Madara army was enough to make everyone look sideways, but unfortunately, there was no real vigilance until the death of Eruin.

exactly.

The kingdom in darkness is on the rise, and it's fast.

"Those guys are not ordinary."

As a deadly opponent for many years, Sophie was particularly impressed with Madara's outstanding middle and lower rank sergeants. Only the talents of the other party who have been fighting for a long time will be clear--

Sophie's hand was on the icy latch, and her heart cooled down a little bit. The minute the door was closed, the opponent should have attacked Butch ahead of time—they would not give him the time to report to the village. Afraid is just a possibility.

And maybe there will be Madara's skeleton soldiers behind this door.

How to do?