Act 87 Redemption II

The Amber Sword, Act 87 Redemption II

Brando lowered his head, and the pupils in his dark brown eyes tightened in circles. They were as calm as water, but there was an uncertain light shining inside. He put one hand under his windbreaker, and his exposed left hand hung naturally. The pale hand was as long as a sword, and the knuckles were like bones. They were thin, but contained strength, and were slightly curled.

This is the hand of an outstanding swordsman.

He stared closely at Princess Griffin, who was not far away from him, with very complicated eyes.

"...Old teacher?" Haruze raised his head with a pale face, stretched out his hand weakly, seemed to want to grab Brando's sword-holding hand, but instead grabbed his left wrist; he knew , knowing that Brando's hand was under the windbreaker, he might have grasped the simple cross-shaped hilt - the dark blade of the Earth Sword was sleeping in the scabbard with a dwarf-style pattern, and was covered by a stable Controlled by power.

He raised his head, his weak pupils were dilated, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he looked at his teacher with some panic. He shook his head vigorously, with an almost pleading look on his face: "No, no, that's..."

He had seen Brando kill someone with his own eyes. It was a group of cultists he met on the journey. The Earl and his teacher he knew had changed from their usual gentle and polite appearance. They were as cold as a handful now. The sword was unsheathed.

He saw his teacher fighting like an executioner who had abandoned all human emotions. Each sword took away a life as easily as cutting through the grass piles on the training field. In the memory of the little prince, there was only one person who fought like this. Nymesis, but the female knight is far less skillful than his teacher in controlling his blade, allowing it to easily cut people's throats and let the rose red spread through the snow-white metal.

The air hissed as it was sucked into the cut trachea, blood mixed with fragments sprayed out from the neck continuously, and the lifeless body hung limply to the ground, making a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. Brando's eyes were as cold as now. Like steel, this is the swordsmanship of a soldier, he told him. Haruze shuddered in his heart.

He looked back at his sister - although there were many differences from his impression, she was more mature and beautiful. She also became more majestic, but that was his sister after all, and Haruze would never admit her mistake. He suddenly remembered what Brando had reminded him in advance, and the fear in his heart became stronger, as if vines were quietly spreading along the corner of the wall.

No matter what, he would never want to see his sister die at the hands of his teacher.

Brando let Haruze grab his left hand.

He could feel the hesitation and uneasiness in the little prince's heart. This uneasiness seemed to be contagious.

The hand holding his sword was already covered in sweat, soaking through the gray wolf leather on the hilt of the Earth Sword.

This is Viscount Caddell's dream, just like the eternal sleep described by witches. Only the owner of the dream can decide when this long dream begins and ends. But it is a pity that Viscount Cardel has already lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete and foggy world. To wake him up, he must retrieve the memory that he has been avoiding.

The only way to escape here is to wake up, but the owner of the dream has already lost himself. His world only exists in this incomplete world of mist. To wake him up, he must make amends and the only way is to let him find himself.

Is he going to complete his unfinished mission?

The voice in his heart almost screamed at him to draw the sword quickly. The regret in Viscount Cardel's heart turned it into a monster filled with anger, regret, jealousy and negative emotions over a long period of time. It was like a predator. Howling in Brando's heart like a corpse.

"Kill her!"

"Kill them!"

"do not regret!"

"Don't hesitate!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Brando put his hand on the hilt of the sword and took it off. Put it up again and again. He knew that this was a dream, and the pale ghost in the dream would cleverly manipulate people's hearts. If he hesitated, he would be trapped in this foggy dream forever.

But what about the other way around?

Brando still didn't move.

The Princess Griffin in front of him is just a phantom, but the feelings in his heart are sincere. He is drawing a sword against her here, as if he is drawing a sword against the thing in his heart that he has always been pursuing to protect——

Being lost in dreams can make people's hearts confused and torn apart.

"Don't go there, Bethidi!" Princess Griffin saw her 'sister' grabbing Brando, and quickly stepped forward and pulled her back. Then she pulled Haruze back a step, and the two knights immediately protected them.

The eldest princess raised her head and looked at Brando coldly: "Kadel, you know your identity very well. You once swore to me that you would abandon everything in the past. You should be very clear about what your uncle has done. I It doesn’t even require you to be his enemy, it only requires that you, as Bedis’ fiancé, can protect her safety—but you have disappointed me so much.”

She took out a letter and said in a cold tone: "Your true face has long been exposed——"

"Sister, it's not like that..." Haruze wanted to explain, but was stared back by Brando's cold eyes. The little prince still didn't realize this. In this dream, they were Kader and Bedice.

Not Brando and Haruze.

As soon as the eldest princess finished speaking, Brando suddenly heard a loud noise coming from above the palace, and then the entire hall was in turmoil. The flashy walls and imitation Doric columns were shaking, as if they were experiencing a terrible... earthquake.

The nobles in the hall suddenly lost their footing, screams resounded, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Crowds crowded around and tried to escape from various exits. All they could hear were the sounds of tables and chairs knocking down, and the glass of arched windows breaking.

But the calm corner of the hall presents a sharp contrast. Brando, Haruze, Her Royal Highness the Princess and the knights seemed completely unaffected by the shaking ground.

Brando looked at the nobles who fell out of the broken arch windows, and he knew that this was not an earthquake that Kadel had experienced. But it was the wavering in his heart. The root of all this is probably the letter in Princess Griffin's hand. Viscount Cardel must have experienced the same scene and was deeply impressed.

Her Royal Highness's words were like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

Brando remained silent, and the voice in his heart screamed: "Quick, kill everyone!"

But Brando pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and ignored him.

It was at this time that another scream sounded outside the palace. He looked back. Seeing that the crowd that had just poured out was now coming back, countless soldiers wearing red and white uniforms appeared outside Jinteng Palace. These soldiers were fully covered with armor. Their heads and faces were wrapped in metal masks. They were armed with sharp swords and killed everyone on sight. In the blink of an eye, Jin Teng Palace was already a river of blood.

"How could this happen!" The little prince stood behind Princess Griffith and saw this scene. His face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't help shouting: "Who are they?"

"It's Archduke Anlek!" Princess Griffin took a breath. She raised her head and stared at Brando: "Seize Viscount Cardel before Archduke Anlek arrives!"

How could these soldiers be the subordinates of Grand Duke Anlek?

Whether it was in the previous life or now, Anlek's noble army would never wear red and white jerseys. What's more, in Brando's memory, none of this happened at the banquet that day. The smell of blood that had been lingering in his nose seemed to have turned into reality due to the scene before him, becoming more intense and pungent. The burnt smell was gradually taking over his sense of smell.

Brando raised his head and saw the flames burning from the ceiling. It seemed that in just an instant, the entire hall turned into a sea of ​​​​fire.

This was Viscount Cardel's dream, everything in the dream that day. Now it has been repaired bit by bit by him and Haruze, and it has reappeared in their dreams.

Beside Princess Griffin, two knights were rushing towards him. Haruze rushed over and tried to stop one of them, but the 'little princess' almost tripped herself while holding up her skirt.

Brando pulled out the Sword of the Earth, and the long black sword came out of its sheath. Like a black light. But he felt that the sword was much heavier than usual. This was because his strength was less than 10% of its usual strength, almost as high as Shirogane's.

Fortunately, Brando had already anticipated this. The strength in the dream was determined by the owner of the dream, which meant that he now represented Viscount Cardel. However, the strength of Bai Yin's superiority was really useless in the year when the glory of the wind elves returned.

The two knights who rushed over were both at the golden level. No wonder Princess Griffin dared not hide her cold gaze. In any era, the gap between the silver peak and the golden middle level cannot be crossed. Of course, Excluding some of the geniuses of geniuses.

Brando is not a genius, but the wisdom and experience he possesses are accumulated by thousands of people in the past, such as his swordsmanship. Although he can only face the enemy with the strength of Viscount Cardel, this does not mean that he has lost all his advantages.

As soon as the two knights approached, the sword in Brando's hand was already one step ahead of them before they even drew their swords. The black steel blade cut through the air, and the side reflecting the firelight shone with a cold light, and it entered the two people's field of vision in an instant.

The two knights looked surprised. They didn't even see clearly how Brando drew his sword. Before the Second Holy War, the swordsmanship of the Wind Elf knights focused on both offense and defense, because most of the Dark Dragon's subordinates were shaped by dark magic. The monsters, exchanging lives with these cheap cannon fodder is obviously a loss that outweighs the gain, not to mention that the war at that time was far from as cruel and barbaric as it would later be.

Therefore, Brando's swordsmanship seemed crazy to them, but this crazy guy's swordsmanship was obviously far above them. The two knights had to take a step back, but Brando had keenly grasped Seized the opportunity.

He followed forward and swept away the elf sword in the hand of one of the knights with one sword. With a crisp sound, the upper part of the sword broke directly, spun around, flew out and was inserted into a table. When had the knight seen such a barbaric act? Wearing heavy armor, he retreated continuously, while Brando pursued him until another knight seized the opportunity from behind and stabbed him with a sword.

But Brando didn't even turn around. The snow-silver elf sword pierced his body like a phantom.

Not only did the phantom not pause at all, but it turned around and swept it with its sword. With a clang, the elf knight's helmet suddenly flew high into the sky.

The face of an elf that was very unfamiliar to Brando was revealed below.

But Viscount Caddell must have been deeply impressed.

"Fenghou Jiuyao!?" Princess Griffin was slightly surprised: "Kadel, when did you..."

Princess Griffin would definitely not know Fenghou Jiuyao. Brando pondered for a moment and understood that this was Cadel's memory. This was not the eldest princess's surprise, but the guy's surprise. At this time, he had broken through the defense of the two knights, came to the eldest princess in one step, and grabbed the other's wrist.

The eldest princess struggled slightly, but failed to break free. She raised her head, bit her lip and stared at him coldly, her silver eyes almost bursting with fire: "Kadel... If you have the ability, kill him immediately." Got me."

"If I kill you, Grand Duke Anlek will always be charged with regicide and rebellion, right?" Brando glanced at her, and at that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand a lot of things.

Princess Griffin almost shuddered and raised her head to look at him.

"Anlek is a member of the All-Union Society. Your Highness Princess, your plan is in his hands. He actually doesn't care about the throne, he just hopes to subvert the kingdom." Brando replied softly.

He glanced at Bedis: "Do you think you still have your sister?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess also glanced at Bedis beside her. The look in her silver eyes was very complicated, but her tone softened: "Kill me and let Bedis go. She really likes you..."

"No!" Brando heard the voice wailing in his heart again: "She is lying to you, she and her hateful sister are in the same group!"

"Poor guy."

Brando's heart flashed, and he glanced at the eldest princess. For a moment, the eldest princess's expression showed weakness that he could see through, but she regained her composure in an instant. Then he looked at Haruze and took in all the soldiers wearing red and white shirts who were pouring into the hall.

Although he had never experienced this scene before, it was very similar to what he remembered. The nobles were dead long ago, but he didn't know where the seniors were. Although he knew clearly that they were in a dream, Brando was still a little worried.

"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Haruze was a little confused.

Brando smiled at him and did not answer, but at this moment, he had already made up his mind.

...You are welcome to come. Your support is my biggest motivation. RV

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