MTL - The Amber Sword-~ Prologue Monologue

Prologue Monologue ()

The master commander of the militias teaching team did not lie to me. The necessary experience can save your life at a critical moment.

If it weren't for the intensive training since that month, I'm afraid I couldn't avoid the deadly sword just now in my sleep—the sudden attack caused lightning-like vigilance and woke me up from my dream; I opened my eyes Shi Ying entered the sharp long sword, could not help a cold through the heart and lungs from the bottom of my heart--

It's heartbreaking!

But to be honest, I don't know how I reacted at that time. Maybe it was a kind of instinct developed by long-term training. I turned my head when I was about to make a stab, rubbing the sword with my ear.

A smash hit-

Then I saw the black rose inlaid by Bromanta on that cold-stained steel sword, set on a boxy iron plate. I froze for a while to distinguish this thing, "Madala's undead army!" It seemed like a basin of cold water dripping from head to toe made me completely awake, dog day, how could these ghosts be here?

I clearly remember that I was vacationing in an old mansion in the Butch countryside. This was a property left by my grandfather during his lifetime. I asked the old man's permission to stay here and help him take care of the old house. .

My mother is a brother of Cartile, which is probably the only bloodline in my body that is closest to the nobility. But my father was just a trivial miller-he didn't even participate in the famous November war and received the Candle of Fire like my grandfather-but an honest middle-aged man.

And I, an ordinary young man everywhere in the kingdom, my biggest dream is to join the army or go out to take risks and earn a large family business back.

Maybe finally find another beautiful wife to spend the rest of her life, it is perfect!

But gossiping, now the fact that a terrible undead is going to kill me near the bed makes my heart numb. Fortunately, those things taught by the instructors are still in my mind, and I have not been thrown out of the cloud because of a mess of thought. I thought for a moment, my sword should be placed next to the bed, but the skeleton will definitely not give me a chance to take the sword-now I just realized that this is really not a good habit, next time I must Remember to put it under the pillow.

Of course, these ideas only existed in my plan for a moment.

I instinctively flung outwards, and when the whole man rolled off the bed, he tore down the bone-wrenching skull standing by my bed. At this moment I keep in mind every sentence the instructor said in the first combat class:

Remember, these lowest-ranking soldiers of Madara are driven by pure soul fire. They are slow-moving, lacking wisdom, and weak in strength—

But before I had time to think about it, a huge force came from beneath me, as if I was suppressing not a skeleton but a bull. All in all, Pemo Nengyu's strength lifted me outward, and then slammed into the cabinet on one side. I heard my bones making a sour moan with my bookcase, and the severe pain that spread through my body made me grit my teeth, but I immediately shook my head to shake the dizziness out-because I still remember me What to do, in my dazzling field of vision, the skeleton had stood upright to pull out the sword it had inserted on the bed.

Its action really seems very stiff, but how can this force not be weak?

But I'm about to turn around and run away, because that ‘guy’ has pulled out his sword and turned into a dangerous existence again. As for me, I ask myself that power is not its opponent, or that it is not enough for me to see three more--and the key is that I don't have weapons--

My sword happens to be separated by it. Of course, I believe this is just a coincidence, because the skeleton is wise.

I just ran up to the door, and couldn't help shouting at it—because I saw the door of the hall below was knocked open, and a cold moonlight outside came in. This moonlight was full of poetry and painting, if it were not for In the words of another Bersonson's bones.

I noticed that the low-level existence of this Madara had apparently just stepped in—it clasped another steel sword in his hand, wearing Madara's standard chain armor on the bone shelf, and carrying a dark and heavy helmet.

But the most frustrating thing for me was that he looked up and locked me with two scarlet flames beating in a pair of black holes.

Looks like it sees me.

There are wolves before and tigers behind, which is not a good sign.

Dear Martha, I can't help praying to the **** in my heart. I'm only nineteen years old this year, but I can't die so unclearly in a backcountry.

By the way, I haven't confessed to my favorite woman yet. As soon as I remembered the charming young businessman's heartbeat, I could not help speeding up a lot. Her house was just opposite me, and I couldn't put my favorite girl in danger.

Then I calmed down and tried to find a way out of difficulties. My thoughts turned sharply, and at this time the lesson master's lesson came to my mind--

"Only when you calm down can you fight!"

This view coincides with my current situation, but I do n’t have a weapon at hand now, and I ca n’t fight against a beast with bare hands? I leaned against the wall, panting nervously, and looked around in horror. Although this old house is still not like the walls of a family, there is nothing in the hall that can be used as a temporary weapon.

If only my grandfather was a big aristocrat, I've been to the Count Remington's house. Their main hall is five times the size of this hall. There are many shields, swords and axes on the wall. There must be a weapon that can easily be found there.

Besides, my swordplay is not bad. This is not my bragging. The old non-commissioned officer praised me personally and said that my swordsmanship is the best among our students.

Even the boy from the Bresson family is not my opponent, although I have always envied his father who has a local governor. If my dad is also a local chief, I will definitely be in the police.

Of course it's useless to say this now, anyway, my sword and me still separated by the previous skeleton soldier. Although they can't run, they can walk at the same speed as ordinary people, and their movements are stiff, but they are only slower than an adult.

To bet on the training ground, I can play it round and round, but in such a narrow place, I rushed up about to take a sword.

The two skeletons were getting closer and closer, and the sound of ‘Kaka Ka’ ’s footsteps was beating against my heart, and my own heartbeat sounded like thunder and rattled.

I was a little at a loss--the skeleton in the bedroom came out, it paused, then turned and walked towards me. I stepped back subconsciously, and a hard thing was carried on my back.

Then I remembered that there should be an oil painting on my back. This painting was passed down from my grandfather's generation. It is said to be a heirloom. The **** of Heijiao Lane once said that he would use ten gold coins to buy the painting. My father refused.

My father is an old man, but I am not the same as him. If this does not happen, I often think that I will sell this painting when I end up in the future, and then I buy a beautiful horse and the opposite one. The merchant's dream lady traveled to the mainland together.

But I can't control that much now, now this heirloom is about to save my life. I turned around and grabbed the wooden frame of the painting and tore it off. At this time, I was not worried about whether it would break it-you know that this thing is worth at least ten gold coins, although I once suspected that it was worth more. Of money, because the **** of Heijiao Lane is famous.

Ten gold coins is a lot of wealth, and the most money I've seen since childhood is about ten silver coins.

I couldn't help but take a breath and felt my hands shaking. I want to wait a moment when I throw this picture to the terrible undead, take it away from it when I take precautions, and then get the sword, and use these swords to break the two skeletons into pieces.

Of course I can do the same, but I just ran to the street. But I can't guarantee that there are the same things as these ghosts outside, and rushing out with bare hands is completely death-seeking. Therefore, I set my heart and thought that it would be better to be brave.

Although this is just a more idealistic idea, maybe it will give me a sword regardless of anything, and then I will see Lord Martha.

I can't help but think if they will set me a monument, it says-

"Poor Brando, he was clearly wrong--"

I fought a cold war, and quickly shook my head to shake out the terrible idea that this ghost was so cold in my head-oh, I won't die.

Then I looked at the gray oil painting in my hand again. Seriously, I didn't see any good in this thing—this is ten gold coins? I do n’t know if it ’s a pity to throw the **** from Black Pepper Lane like this?

But the horrible undead was close at hand, and I did n’t have time for the ten gold coins that I was about to lose and the chance to travel to the mainland with the merchant and lady, because I had lost the frame subconsciously. .

I was so misplaced that the painting almost flew in a straight line towards the white bones of the bone frame, great, and the idiot really consciously raised the sword is a cross, I saw that The gray oil painting 'teared' was divided into two pieces in mid-air.

So much power! Fortunately, the Master Chief did not lie on the key issues. These bones really lacked wisdom.

Almost as soon as this question flashed in my head, people rushed out subconsciously.

The door of my bedroom is not far from me. Thank you, Lord Martha. I can just rush out a few more steps to see my sword lying quietly there.

That sword is also one of my heirlooms. My grandfather used it to fight. It is said that he served as a knight for some time, and this sword was given to him by the knight master—

The sword should be of the thirty-two year standard, with an ivy mark on the sword, in honor of the victory of the Golan-Elsen Plateau.

I remember that year His Majesty changed the format of the cavalry sword, changing the sword length from the original two-arm length to one-and-a-half arm. Cost to accommodate the longer and longer 'November War'.

That's right, that's a cavalry sword.

Hum, just wait for me to get the sword--

"Madara bastards, it's your turn--"