And Manrik didnt forget that the terrible monsters were hammering one by one under these dwarves, as simple as smashing watermelon.
“Why do those crystal clusters chase you?” The dwarf asked again.
Manrique froze.
Dilfery glanced at Bresson and asked softly, “Do you mean those monsters?”
“Yes, crystal clusters,” the old dwarf glanced at the count. “Little girl, you dont understand their terribleness. I once saw the world crystallized by them, there is no life there.”
Dilferi never imagined that the monsters were so terrible. She recalled the scene in the earl of Count Yanbao, her knuckles were a little pale.
Seeing that her face was not so good, Bryson took the initiative to stand up and retell the whole thing again.
“Here is Eruin?” The old dwarf asked suddenly.
Bryson froze and nodded.
“Good luck.” The old dwarf nodded his head, then looked at Dilphyri carefully, and said, “He said that you are the daughter of Earl Yanburg, your name is Dilfieri? Is your ancestor the knight Sora Sons, you are the swordsman family, right? “
He looked at the box tightly held by the count: “This is the holy sword Misor, dont worry, we will help you take it where it should go.”
Dilferi froze, and her eyes widened subconsciously, watching the old dwarf forgetting to breathe.
Ping-pong-pong buzzing, human knights pulled out their sabers and looked at these dwarves vigilantly. Bryson and Manrique also stood in front of Dilfery for the first time. Bryson pulled out his sabre, and Manrique took a hand from his pocket.
“What do you want?” The young captain asked nervously.
But the old dwarf didnt look at him. He turned back and instructed a dwarf knight behind him: “Have a trumpet, have you seen that place?” He pointed in the direction of Corkova, the fire on the plain. Soaring into the sky, “Lets go there, where its called Aire, I asked before—”
The dwarf cavalry nodded and immediately released the horn from his waist.
But before he held up the horn in his hands, Dilferis voice finally came over: “You … who are you?”
The old dwarf put on his helmet, turned around, and replied to her in a stern voice: “You can call me Cardiff, or the Griffin King … in the name of the Ailin Holy Anvil, for the Silver Plain—”
The dwarf heavy cavalry shouted in unison.
Whoo—
The horn sounds long.
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The Amber Sword book 6 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 Tonigers 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 couldnt stop it from a sword. The armor on the lords 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 havent remembered how long I havent 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 dont 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 didnt 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 couldnt 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? “