The Amber Sword

Chapter 114: The Black Forest Border (1) (Second)

When Kuran wondered about Brando's weird proposal, Antitina and Akane went to an abandoned manor near Fir City. The two women's carriages drove deep into the manor house and were received by several mercenaries who had been waiting there. They stepped out of the carriage and saw at first glance the crowd of young people in the open space not far away.

The manor had been renovated a few months ago. The abandoned broken wall remains were renovated with wooden fences. Today it is much larger than before. Red pines are planted on the periphery. Can grow into a lush, enough to cover all the scenes in the manor.

There is a dark whistle in the pine forest, which can support each other with the bright posts on the wooden fence. It is a tightly guarded place. It is a secret camp selected by Brando and a training camp for future White Lion infantry.

The estate is divided into two parts. A quarter of the southeast was provided as a dormitory for Brando's mercenary members and adventurers, who will provide protection and maintain order for the estate before the first white lion infantry grew up. Or they intend to merge them into this emerging legion, or transfer them elsewhere.

But it depends on how loyal Clenthia is to this collective.

The silver-haired handsome middle-aged mercenary commander is in charge here.

Clenthia had some suspicions about Brando's move of him out of Fir City, but after learning about the future significance of this place for the Brando group, he soon realized that this was not alienation but reuse .

The head of the team immediately became active and arranged his operations to be organized. Brando is very accurate in seeing people. Clenthia's level in commanding combat can only be described as mediocre, but this well-thought-out man has talents that ordinary people can't match.

This can be seen from the order of this camp today, everything is well organized, and the sentinels responsible for vigilance are less aware of the bad habits left in the past, although they were either mercenaries or a month ago. Adventurer.

Of course, there are inevitably some exceptions-

After Antitina got out of the carriage, she stood in the shade of the mangrove tree next to the carriage, and Qian, who was protecting her safety, stood silently-the trees around them were the evergreen hard-leaf tree species common in Toniguer. Species of genus evergreen trees can stain this area with dark green even in winter-the nobles are standing in this dark green shade, watching the noisy scene in the open space not far away.

There are about sixty young people there.

The mercenaries are maintaining order on the court, but most of the youngers are selected from the locals. They have never seen anything. When they saw a carriage stopped on the road under the shade of trees Down, and came down from above a nobleman, suddenly commotion.

"Look, there is a noble lady over there!"

"How could a noble lady make a public appearance in such a place."

"Is the Lord's daughter?"

"Go to you, Lord Lord is young, I have seen it!"

"That's fiancee."

"It's still possible."

Whispering discussion inevitably fell into Antitina's ears, she listened silently, then looked back at Qian, "how?" The girl waved her red ponytail, looked a little, and looked back at this Miss Qian Jin.

"Nothing," Antitina replied, turning back again.

She looked at the young people. This was one of Lord Lord's plans. The formation of the White Lion Infantry was on Toniger's agenda from the beginning; but building a strong army was not done overnight. Brando planned to train in advance. A group of young people are the backbone of the future White Lion Legion-both the officer system and his own guardian knights.

These young people came from nearby areas-the sons of tenant farmers, craftsmen or small merchants, and some also came from the estate, descendants of gentry, or mercenaries or adventurers.

However, they have a common feature, that is, they are not more than 20 years old, and some are even teenagers. They are like a blank piece of paper, full of plasticity.

They stood there, whispering and talking, full of anxiety and curiosity about the future; they came here only three or four days after only simple training, and they may have eaten a leather whip in the hands of mercenaries to be beaten It warns of the importance of discipline, but it still inevitably carries that youthful agitation and restlessness.

Only a few young people from mercenaries or gentry families were slightly calm. They stood there incompatible with the surroundings, and easily attracted the aristocratic eyes.

"Who are those people?" She asked.

"Children in the nearby manor," the mercenary next to him replied.

"Children of the manor?" Antitina wondered. The children of the manor were descendants of the gentry. How could they come here?

"Sneak out."

It turned out to be noble children seeking excitement, and the nobleman looked at those people. "Have you investigated?" Her words are actually superfluous. Since coming here, she has no room for advancement and retreat. These people will be sent to the Black Forest, regardless of their mentality.

Antitina only hopes that these young people do not regret their choice.

She took out the pocket watch from her pocket-this pocket watch was still given to him by Brando. Although it was only a silver-plated pocket watch that was not very valuable, she always used it carefully, as if she did not plan to change it again.

She opened the cover, and it was close to eleven in the morning.

She looked up, and then saw a mercenary on the court rushing to this side; the mercenary came to her to stop, pressed her hand against her chest, and saluted her, and replied: "Almost Come on, miss— "

Antitina nodded.

The mercenary saluted her again, then turned and ran back.

She took a breath, blinked quietly, and saw four caravans driving in on the other side of the clearing.

Such carriages are of course different from the four-wheeled carriages used by the nobles. They are more like a large-scale inferior product than the exquisite craftsmanship--the caravan was originally a merchant And farmers used to transport goods.

But the mercenaries didn't care what they were used for. They numbered the young people in turn, recorded them and issued the number plates, and then they caught the young people on the carriage. The number plate was Brando's imitation of Shavron Silver. The texture of the mine card is also woody, but under the seemingly poor workmanship, there is a magic mark imprinted by Tamar, as long as a red crystal engraved with detection magic can be used to identify the authenticity.

This kind of crystal is held in the hands of several people in charge of this plan, but except for Brando's hands, which are permanent, the crystals of other people's hands are all aging products that must be replaced regularly.

After the young people got into the car in turn, they calmed down in the open space, as if there had been discussions about the illusion in the past. Until then, Antitina let out a sigh of relief.

She saw the last person getting in the car, and then turned back to Qian and said, "Let's get in the car too."

"Aren't we with them?" The red-haired girl asked.

"We have another side to go," Antitina turned to the carriage and quietly replied, "The Lord's whereabouts are a secret. We cannot let others see our carriage."

The red-haired girl nodded. She gave the lady a careful look, and she felt admiration for the other's details.

"Do you want to go?" She followed, asking behind Antitina.

"what?"

"Black Forest."

Antitina stopped, but this time she didn't answer.

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Black Forest Border

When Brando stepped out of the carriage, feeling the lazy afternoon sun, he couldn't help stretching his muscles. He raised his head, watching the sun's rays form a dazzling halo over the rows of black pines, and the sparse sunlight in the forest fell on the grass.

Then he heard a complaint coming from behind him: "I knew your kid was uneasy."

Brando looked back and saw Dean Kuran jumping from the carriage. Since leaving the Shavrond Silver Mine, the old man rarely wears a uniform. He has a long sword, a short sword and a dagger. He also brings a short bow and a quiver. Not travellers.

He took a deep breath. Although the crisis in the Black Forest was perilous, the air was rarely refreshing. Although the air in the forest was wet and cold, it was fresh with vegetation.

Kuran lowered his head and saw his riding boots stepping on the thick meadow. He stomped his feet so that the snakes, rodents and ants under the dirt would scatter.

"Well, Scorpion ..." said the old man, shaking his head: "This is really a ghost place."

"I heard that you also experienced fighting outside the borders of civilization in the November war." Brando asked back.

"Don't mention that experience." Kuran was a little uncomfortable looking back. The horrible November war sometimes forced them to retreat into the Black Forest. This was the only time the commanders had designed without consequences after the epoch. Tactics; Both sides of the war have red eyes, as if two dying beasts choked each other's throats, but no one was able to reach the other side first.

The tragedy of the war is beyond the imagination of posterity. A battle often ends up with only a few dozen people, or even a few people survive. It is common for corpses to bleed on the battlefield. .

In most cold weapon battles, it was a hell-like scene.

Brando knew it and didn't mention it.

However, the third person who jumped off the carriage was Cargalis. The young man got off the last one. He took down the Duncan on the driver's seat and dragged the poor element into the forest for a short while. .

"Let me go!" Said the male who possessed the duck as a slayer, but it was impossible for him to be an opponent of a swordsman of the same rank in strength.

Cargalis ignored the guy. He looked around and took a deep breath: "Is this the Black Forest?"

"Why, dissatisfied?" Kuran turned back indignantly.

"It looks similar to the forest of Mount Haragel." Cagelis looked curiously into the depths of the forest, where it was as dark as a dark oil painting.

"Hum, I hope you don't regret it."

"Remorse?" Cargalis shook his head, and he grinned back: "I still have a little bit at first, but now it's nothing. Entering the Black Forest, why didn't I think of it before?"

"That's because you were just a little lunatic before, and you haven't met this big lunatic yet." Kurland glanced at Brando, whispering in his heart.

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