Amber Sword Chapter 420: Scene 128 Knight's Approval (2nd update)

Chapter 420: Scene 128 Knight’s Approval (2nd update)

The young man’s words lingered for a long ti.

Everyone fell into silence; his words struck at the deepest part of their hearts, compelling them to lower their heads and reflect: Were their actions truly as grand as they claid? Even individuals as resolute as Liwu and Macaro couldn’t help but waver for a mont—indeed, wasn’t that radiant era the foundational essence of Erune? But soon, they steadied their faith and cald themselves.

“Although the ideals of the Ancestor King are lofty, the circumstances today are different,” the elderly scholar sighed softly. “In the end, we cannot abandon our duties for a re possibility—”

“Idealism cannot change reality,” Macaro responded coldly.

“So, you confront one group of arrogant and indifferent nobles with the sa arrogance and indifference. But in truth, you are no different,” Brand retorted in the sa icy tone. “Whether it’s the Royal Family or the nobles, people like you cannot bring any real change to Erune. Therefore, your failure is inevitable.”

“You may have defeated your rivals, but can you defeat Madara?”

“Enough of this nonsense!”

Macaro almost growled through gritted teeth, “How can a fragnted rule resist foreign invaders? Moreover, this has nothing to do with you. Now, fulfill your promise and give us the Golden Apple.”

Brand sneered, holding up the Golden Apple.

“This is an Elven apple, one of the most precious fruits from the Golden Tree, according to legend. Though it is said to change one’s destiny, sadly,” Brand looked mournfully at Qian lying on the ground, “it cannot change a country’s fate. Perhaps soone can make a difference, but that person is definitely not one of you. What you endorse can only beco an obstacle to her stepping forward—”

“Therefore,” Brand put the Elven apple back into his backpack in front of everyone, “you will not get it.”

“Damn you!” Macaro roared, his chest swelling with fury at being mocked. Although he had anticipated such an outco, Brand’s disdainful attitude finally ignited his rage. The man known as the ‘Cunning Fox,’ the advisor to the Royalists, lost his usual composure at that mont, reverting to his other identity—the forr captain of the Gray Wolf rcenary Group. A longsword appeared in his hand.

With a clang of tallic resonance—

Brand didn’t budge a step, his expression unchanging, not even blinking as he stared at Macaro’s longsword suspended before him. Yet between the ‘Cunning Fox’s’ blade and the young man’s nose, a shimring, hexagonal, light network shield appeared, with layers of mysterious spells and runes flickering and vanishing rapidly within the network.

String Magic.

And an ancient form of it.

Liwu, the Court Wizard, paled instantly as if he had seen a ghost. “Ancient Magic!” The old man squeezed the words out from his throat, his expression shifting as he looked at Brand, montarily speechless. For in this world, only one race continued to use such ancient Law Magic.

The Dragon Clan.

In his heart, Brand silently thanked Alorz and then leisurely watched Macaro’s ashen face.

“You are…?” The Cunning Fox’s Adam’s apple moved.

“I—” Brand was about to mock him, but at that mont, he suddenly heard Alorz’s telepathic voice in his mind, “Mr. Brand, what you said earlier seems to have resonated with sothing; this power is so strange… I can hardly suppress it anymore…”

“What, which words?” Brand was taken aback.

“The part about the oath… I can’t hold the boundary anymore…” Alorz sounded urgent.

“Hey, wait!”

Brand was about to ask her to hold on for a mont, to give him so ntal preparation. However, suddenly, he felt a tremor from the depths of his heart, not a prank by the Dragon girl Alorz, nor a mysterious resonance between the Travel Mage and the cards. It was like a sense of agreent, a gentle spirit entering his mind. At that mont, it was as if a bright light pierced through the darkness, opening a door—

As if passing through this door, he saw the White Knight Albton and the Earth Knight Girande standing on either side, nodding and smiling at him with their human forms from life, their eyes filled with encouragent and recognition.