The Amber Sword - v4c72




When Brendel saw the White Raven Sword Art of the Aouine royal family, he knew there was no need to watch any longer. He was certain that at this age it was impossible for someone in the palace to teach the young prince this art of swordsmanship. Haruz must have secretly seen the sword technique from there without knowing, and with his jerky stance, Brendel could tell at once that he was attempting to use it for the first time.
 
That pure, silvery moonlight had said it all. 
 
Other than the Chosen One, Brendel could not really find a second possible explanation for the scene before him. What had been stated in that article on the forum was true, not only an Apocalypse existed, but an Apocalypse with both magical powers and swordsmanship. 
 
He did not say anything and let out a sigh. It was only then he realized that the future enemy of the prince was probably just himself. If only Haruz could overcome his fear, and step out from behind the princess one day……
Then he could very well become an even greater hero than the late King Erik.
 
But for now, he was his student. No teacher would be dissatisfied with seeing his student excel, and Brendel could not help but smile a little as well.
 
"Mr. Brendel, I don't have much power left." Hipamila said at that moment.
 
When Brendel turned around, she was already sweating. He immediately asked Ciel, "How much longer?"
 
Ciel looked at him with a serious face, as if he was hesitating to say something.
 
"Isn't there enough time?" Brendel frowned.
"No, no, no, it's been ready for a long time." The young mage looked odd. "It's just that I see your interest in disciplining that little guy, my lord, so I can't bear to interrupt your fun."
 
Brendeln looked at this guy a bit unkindly, although each of the creatures he summoned had their own personalities, I'm afraid the only one who dared to torment him was Ciel. Even if it was Ferlarn, at most, he would just not give him a good look.
As if Ciel had expected to encounter bad luck, he hurriedly diverted his attention and clapped his hands, shouting loudly, “Come out, tower in the mist.” 
The trick did work, and six silver lines descended from the sky and plunged straight into the earth, then more silver lines stretched horizontally from it, countless lines connected to each other, forming a hexagonal column in the blink of an eye, a scene that immediately caught everyone's attention.
 
As soon as the cylinder was formed, it could be seen to be over thirty meters high and ten meters wide, and already had the shape of a mage tower. But Ciel's summoning spell was clearly far from over, the thicker lines were still being subdivided into numerous finer lines, and silver lines began to expand across the six faces of the tower, gradually outlining windows, masonry, beams, doors, and steps.
The bright silver color of the earlier lines gradually dulled as it was subdivided step by step, finally settling back to its original color. Like red-hot steel fading a little as the temperature decreased, then the last black tower made of granite appeared before everyone's eyes.
 
Apart from Brendel, even Laurenna and Filas, and Maynild could not help but be slightly surprised when they saw this scene.
 
This was a miracle of magic.
"Everyone," Brendel's voice echoed across the forest, "Immediately retreat in an orderly manner and enter the tower."
 
Because of the loss of Pahimila’s spell support, the knights were already exhausted. At this moment, having received Brendel's order, they were the first to retreat into the tower, finding that the inside of the tower was far bigger than what they saw outside, but a vast space, like a square, which could at least accommodate hundreds of people.
 
Then Freya, Medissa, Ciel and Peya retreated into the tower as well. And the little prince was still tangling with the half crippled demon spirit, both of them were wounded, but no one could do anything about it. The demonic spirit was a high-level infantry after losing its power, and the little prince's attacks were not enough to kill it.
Brendel took one look at the battle over there and reached out his arm to grab Haruz back. Haruz seemed to have gotten a bit hot-headed and struggled for a bit in his grip, but was calmed down when Brendel said: "A swordsman should know when to retreat, and a good swordsman should first have a calm heart."
 
The young prince quieted down at once, but he was still breathing heavily. Brendel nodded encouragingly at him, "Well done, and if your sister had seen you fight before, I'm sure she wouldn't have been so worried about you in the future."
 
Haruz looked at him in a slight daze. There was some confusion in his silver eyes, like a child who did not know any better.
 
Brendel reached out and nudged him in the chest, "You must fight with your heart, not with a temporary passion. You must understand why you are fighting, and fight not just to overcome fear, but to dominate yourself."
 
Haruz held his sword in his hands and nodded.
 
After Brendel dragged the young prince back into the Mage Tower, Pahimila, Maynild, the Laurenna couple and Scarlet, who were last in line, retreated back as well. As soon as they entered the tower, the demonic spirits outside naturally followed, and Maynild and Scarlet guarded the entrance of the Mage Tower, preparing to rely on the terrain to defend against the enemy, but it was at this time that something happened that surprised everyone.
 
The demonic spirits rushed to the entrance of the Mage Tower, but it was as if they had run headlong into an invisible wall, blocking them from the outside. Those terrifying demons were growling outside the wall, but could not advance, not even an inch. 
"Ha," Ciel recognized what this was at this time, "Advanced Exorcism Formation, there's even this here. Lord, did you know about it?"
 
Brendel gave him a glance, not giving a comment.
 
But the young mage servant was ready to put himself out there, and did not care if his lord was ignoring him and said, "If we could move this tower, we'd be able to walk across this forest."
 
"But you can't." Laurenna interrupted him, "If those demons don't retreat for a while, we're going to be trapped here."
 
She looked back at Brendel and asked, "Do you have any ideas, Mr. Brendel?"
 
"Isn’t the solution just before us." Brendel replied, "If those demonic spirits don't retreat for a while, can’t we just wipe them out?"
 
"Wipe them out?" The female knight was a bit puzzled. If we could wipe out the demons, why are we hiding in this place?
 
"Sure," nodded Brendel, "Not before, but now."
 
"Now ...... " Laurenna was confused at first, but suddenly her eyes lit up. To put it in terms of intelligence, she was actually much higher than Brendel, but as an aboriginal, she was often influenced by the mindset, and could not think beyond the game like a player could. 
Natives tend to include the premise of 'is it reasonable' when considering problem, while the first thing the player considers when considering a problem was 'can we take out the enemy'. As for logic, that was something only the game designers needed to consider.
 
And right now, there was a very unorthodox way to fight.
 
Brendel could tell by her expression that she had understood, but the so-called terrain jamming method of combat was actually commonplace for players, only that it was more difficult in Amber Sword. And some of the terrains was actually just a trick set up for the players in the game.
 
This was exactly the case right now.
 
He gave the order, "The rest of you rest and prepare, Ciel, Medissa. You go attack those demons, you chase them out when they retreat, you retreat back when they catch up, when the weakness is stacked above twenty layers, go back to the tower for Shipamira and Freya on, the third group is Maynild and Miss Laurenna, you three groups rotate, do you understand?"
 
He looked at the dense mass of demons outside the Mage Tower as if it were a large pile of EXP, and if the two groups were not enough, he would not have even planned to put Maynild and Laurenna on it. After all, the EXPs only worked for Ciel, Medissa and Hipamila, giving it to everyone else would be a waste.
 
"Understood, watch me, my lord!" Ciel seemed to understand this as well, and he immediately sort of leapt towards the door.
 
Medissa, who had always been much quieter, merely bowed respectfully to Brendel, then turned to follow him as well.
 
But she was a little curious, though as a Silver Elf Princess she had heard of such things as exorcism formations, but after all, she did not know as much as Ciel who was born as a mage. She could not help but look somewhat incredulously at the demonic spirits outside and asked softly, "Can we attack them from inside the Mage Tower?"
"Of course," replied Ciel, " The Advanced Exorcism Formation is a two-way formation that prevents both enemies outside from entering and enemies inside from leaving. But it only works against demons, or humans with a pure scent of Dark Magic on them - astrologers and witches of the sort who use Dark Magic with the help of the Law don't count, but it can deal with certain cults."
 
"So powerful? But I seem to have only heard of the Exorcism Formation from my father before, and it's nowhere near as powerful."
 
"That's because the spell was only unearthed from among the ruins almost a thousand years ago, I guess. The Bugas just love to dig around, and we Black Tower Mages get in on the action." Ciel shrugged, "But this spell is indeed that powerful, it is said to be a technology from within the Ebabel Tower, and the Exorcism Formation is just a simplified version of it. As long as it's not a superior demon, it can keep them away - it's an absolute effect, not discounted or weakened by an increase in the number of demons."
"But the Advanced Exorcism Formation requires a huge source of magic power to maintain it, and the Black Tower Mages must have had this Mage Tower extracting the magic power that escapes nearby, which is why so many demons are converging here."
 
"I see." Medissa nodded lightly, she turned back, "You first or I?"
 
Ciel smiled heedlessly and rolled up his sleeves, "Doing the work for a noble lady is not a courtesy reserved for the Silver Elf society, let me be the first."
 
He raised his hand, and white light had gathered in his palm, forming a huge array. A white pillar of light then shot out, sweeping like a sword blade among the densely packed demonic spirits outside the Mage Tower, and in that instant, the dozen or so demonic spirits blocking the front were turned into ashes.
A dozen consecutive Dark Magic explosions followed, but the shockwaves were blocked by the Advanced Exorcism Formation and did not affect the people inside in the slightest.
 
After being attacked, the demonic spirits that lacked intelligence seemed to subconsciously become furious, and instead of fleeing, they surged up even further. But their actions were doomed to be futile, the Advanced Exorcism Formation was always like an invisible wall blocking them out.
 
Ciel was relived at this sigh, after all, the Advanced Exorcism Formation was only a written term to Ciel, Who knows if the book was lying? As a wizard and scholar, the first thing they learned to do while learning knowledge was to question dogma and authority, which they saw as the difference between them and their followers as a congregation.
 
But the power of the Advanced Exorcism Array was reassuring, and he thought nothing of releasing two or three more Dragon Strikes.
 
Once the four spells had passed, Ciel found that his EXP had gone a level up. He could not help but feel both surprised and a little embarrassed. He was surprised that it was so easy to kill the enemy this way, it was like he had found the EXP he had saved up with great difficulty in his daily life, but he was embarrassed that the EXP came so quickly that he did not hold back even a little when knocking the demonic spirits out.
 
Now he and Medissa would have to chase after those spirits if they wanted to continue killing them.
 
He was fine, but he felt a little sorry for the little Silver Elf Princess. He could not help but look at Medissa a little awkwardly.
 
"It's okay." The little Silver Elf Princess smiled sensibly, and she raised her spear, "Ciel, you cover me, and I'll go kill them to get within close range."
 
Ciel nodded in relief at her words.
When Brendel saw the White Raven Sword Art of the Aouine royal family, he knew there was no need to watch any longer. He was certain that at this age it was impossible for someone in the palace to teach the young prince this art of swordsmanship. Haruz must have secretly seen the sword technique from there without knowing, and with his jerky stance, Brendel could tell at once that he was attempting to use it for the first time.
 
That pure, silvery moonlight had said it all. 
 
Other than the Chosen One, Brendel could not really find a second possible explanation for the scene before him. What had been stated in that article on the forum was true, not only an Apocalypse existed, but an Apocalypse with both magical powers and swordsmanship. 
 
He did not say anything and let out a sigh. It was only then he realized that the future enemy of the prince was probably just himself. If only Haruz could overcome his fear, and step out from behind the princess one day……

Then he could very well become an even greater hero than the late King Erik.
 
But for now, he was his student. No teacher would be dissatisfied with seeing his student excel, and Brendel could not help but smile a little as well.
 
"Mr. Brendel, I don't have much power left." Hipamila said at that moment.
 
When Brendel turned around, she was already sweating. He immediately asked Ciel, "How much longer?"
 
Ciel looked at him with a serious face, as if he was hesitating to say something.
 
"Isn't there enough time?" Brendel frowned.

"No, no, no, it's been ready for a long time." The young mage looked odd. "It's just that I see your interest in disciplining that little guy, my lord, so I can't bear to interrupt your fun."
 
Brendeln looked at this guy a bit unkindly, although each of the creatures he summoned had their own personalities, I'm afraid the only one who dared to torment him was Ciel. Even if it was Ferlarn, at most, he would just not give him a good look.

As if Ciel had expected to encounter bad luck, he hurriedly diverted his attention and clapped his hands, shouting loudly, “Come out, tower in the mist.” 

The trick did work, and six silver lines descended from the sky and plunged straight into the earth, then more silver lines stretched horizontally from it, countless lines connected to each other, forming a hexagonal column in the blink of an eye, a scene that immediately caught everyone's attention.
 
As soon as the cylinder was formed, it could be seen to be over thirty meters high and ten meters wide, and already had the shape of a mage tower. But Ciel's summoning spell was clearly far from over, the thicker lines were still being subdivided into numerous finer lines, and silver lines began to expand across the six faces of the tower, gradually outlining windows, masonry, beams, doors, and steps.

The bright silver color of the earlier lines gradually dulled as it was subdivided step by step, finally settling back to its original color. Like red-hot steel fading a little as the temperature decreased, then the last black tower made of granite appeared before everyone's eyes.
 
Apart from Brendel, even Laurenna and Filas, and Maynild could not help but be slightly surprised when they saw this scene.
 
This was a miracle of magic.

"Everyone," Brendel's voice echoed across the forest, "Immediately retreat in an orderly manner and enter the tower."
 
Because of the loss of Pahimila’s spell support, the knights were already exhausted. At this moment, having received Brendel's order, they were the first to retreat into the tower, finding that the inside of the tower was far bigger than what they saw outside, but a vast space, like a square, which could at least accommodate hundreds of people.
 
Then Freya, Medissa, Ciel and Peya retreated into the tower as well. And the little prince was still tangling with the half crippled demon spirit, both of them were wounded, but no one could do anything about it. The demonic spirit was a high-level infantry after losing its power, and the little prince's attacks were not enough to kill it.

Brendel took one look at the battle over there and reached out his arm to grab Haruz back. Haruz seemed to have gotten a bit hot-headed and struggled for a bit in his grip, but was calmed down when Brendel said: "A swordsman should know when to retreat, and a good swordsman should first have a calm heart."
 
The young prince quieted down at once, but he was still breathing heavily. Brendel nodded encouragingly at him, "Well done, and if your sister had seen you fight before, I'm sure she wouldn't have been so worried about you in the future."
 
Haruz looked at him in a slight daze. There was some confusion in his silver eyes, like a child who did not know any better.
 
Brendel reached out and nudged him in the chest, "You must fight with your heart, not with a temporary passion. You must understand why you are fighting, and fight not just to overcome fear, but to dominate yourself."
 
Haruz held his sword in his hands and nodded.
 
After Brendel dragged the young prince back into the Mage Tower, Pahimila, Maynild, the Laurenna couple and Scarlet, who were last in line, retreated back as well. As soon as they entered the tower, the demonic spirits outside naturally followed, and Maynild and Scarlet guarded the entrance of the Mage Tower, preparing to rely on the terrain to defend against the enemy, but it was at this time that something happened that surprised everyone.
 
The demonic spirits rushed to the entrance of the Mage Tower, but it was as if they had run headlong into an invisible wall, blocking them from the outside. Those terrifying demons were growling outside the wall, but could not advance, not even an inch. 

"Ha," Ciel recognized what this was at this time, "Advanced Exorcism Formation, there's even this here. Lord, did you know about it?"
 
Brendel gave him a glance, not giving a comment.
 
But the young mage servant was ready to put himself out there, and did not care if his lord was ignoring him and said, "If we could move this tower, we'd be able to walk across this forest."
 
"But you can't." Laurenna interrupted him, "If those demons don't retreat for a while, we're going to be trapped here."
 
She looked back at Brendel and asked, "Do you have any ideas, Mr. Brendel?"
 
"Isn’t the solution just before us." Brendel replied, "If those demonic spirits don't retreat for a while, can’t we just wipe them out?"
 
"Wipe them out?" The female knight was a bit puzzled. If we could wipe out the demons, why are we hiding in this place?
 
"Sure," nodded Brendel, "Not before, but now."
 
"Now ...... " Laurenna was confused at first, but suddenly her eyes lit up. To put it in terms of intelligence, she was actually much higher than Brendel, but as an aboriginal, she was often influenced by the mindset, and could not think beyond the game like a player could. 

Natives tend to include the premise of 'is it reasonable' when considering a problem, while the first thing the player considers when considering a problem was 'can we take out the enemy'. As for logic, that was something only the game designers needed to consider.
 
And right now, there was a very unorthodox way to fight.
 
Brendel could tell by her expression that she had understood, but the so-called terrain jamming method of combat was actually commonplace for players, only that it was more difficult in Amber Sword. And some of the terrains was actually just a trick set up for the players in the game.
 
This was exactly the case right now.
 
He gave the order, "The rest of you rest and prepare, Ciel, Medissa. You go attack those demons, you chase them out when they retreat, you retreat back when they catch up, when the weakness is stacked above twenty layers, go back to the tower for Shipamira and Freya on, the third group is Maynild and Miss Laurenna, you three groups rotate, do you understand?"
 
He looked at the dense mass of demons outside the Mage Tower as if it were a large pile of EXP, and if the two groups were not enough, he would not have even planned to put Maynild and Laurenna on it. After all, the EXPs only worked for Ciel, Medissa and Hipamila, giving it to everyone else would be a waste.
 
"Understood, watch me, my lord!" Ciel seemed to understand this as well, and he immediately sort of leapt towards the door.
 
Medissa, who had always been much quieter, merely bowed respectfully to Brendel, then turned to follow him as well.
 
But she was a little curious, though as a Silver Elf Princess she had heard of such things as exorcism formations, but after all, she did not know as much as Ciel who was born as a mage. She could not help but look somewhat incredulously at the demonic spirits outside and asked softly, "Can we attack them from inside the Mage Tower?"

"Of course," replied Ciel, " The Advanced Exorcism Formation is a two-way formation that prevents both enemies outside from entering and enemies inside from leaving. But it only works against demons, or humans with a pure scent of Dark Magic on them - astrologers and witches of the sort who use Dark Magic with the help of the Law don't count, but it can deal with certain cults."
 
"So powerful? But I seem to have only heard of the Exorcism Formation from my father before, and it's nowhere near as powerful."
 
"That's because the spell was only unearthed from among the ruins almost a thousand years ago, I guess. The Bugas just love to dig around, and we Black Tower Mages get in on the action." Ciel shrugged, "But this spell is indeed that powerful, it is said to be a technology from within the Ebabel Tower, and the Exorcism Formation is just a simplified version of it. As long as it's not a superior demon, it can keep them away - it's an absolute effect, not discounted or weakened by an increase in the number of demons."

"But the Advanced Exorcism Formation requires a huge source of magic power to maintain it, and the Black Tower Mages must have had this Mage Tower extracting the magic power that escapes nearby, which is why so many demons are converging here."
 
"I see." Medissa nodded lightly, she turned back, "You first or I?"
 
Ciel smiled heedlessly and rolled up his sleeves, "Doing the work for a noble lady is not a courtesy reserved for the Silver Elf society, let me be the first."
 
He raised his hand, and white light had gathered in his palm, forming a huge array. A white pillar of light then shot out, sweeping like a sword blade among the densely packed demonic spirits outside the Mage Tower, and in that instant, the dozen or so demonic spirits blocking the front were turned into ashes.

A dozen consecutive Dark Magic explosions followed, but the shockwaves were blocked by the Advanced Exorcism Formation and did not affect the people inside in the slightest.
 
After being attacked, the demonic spirits that lacked intelligence seemed to subconsciously become furious, and instead of fleeing, they surged up even further. But their actions were doomed to be futile, the Advanced Exorcism Formation was always like an invisible wall blocking them out.
 
Ciel was relived at this sigh, after all, the Advanced Exorcism Formation was only a written term to Ciel, Who knows if the book was lying? As a wizard and scholar, the first thing they learned to do while learning knowledge was to question dogma and authority, which they saw as the difference between them and their followers as a congregation.
 
But the power of the Advanced Exorcism Array was reassuring, and he thought nothing of releasing two or three more Dragon Strikes.
 
Once the four spells had passed, Ciel found that his EXP had gone a level up. He could not help but feel both surprised and a little embarrassed. He was surprised that it was so easy to kill the enemy this way, it was like he had found the EXP he had saved up with great difficulty in his daily life, but he was embarrassed that the EXP came so quickly that he did not hold back even a little when knocking the demonic spirits out.
 
Now he and Medissa would have to chase after those spirits if they wanted to continue killing them.
 
He was fine, but he felt a little sorry for the little Silver Elf Princess. He could not help but look at Medissa a little awkwardly.
 
"It's okay." The little Silver Elf Princess smiled sensibly, and she raised her spear, "Ciel, you cover me, and I'll go kill them to get within close range."
 
Ciel nodded in relief at her words.