"What is power?" Standing in front of the seal deep in the cave, the great master of the Storm Sea suddenly asked this question.

As her chief warlock, the bone lich exhaled a breath of cold air. In the area where negative energy rushes, its soul fire is blue and deep: "Strength is the cornerstone of everything. My wife, with strength, we will not be bullied by this world like weeds on the roadside or ignorant mortals."

"Apart from that, my old friend." The Maharaja of the Storm Sea looked at the seal that gradually lit up under his feet: "What is the use of power? If power can only protect us from bullying, then what is the use of it?"

The blue soul fire rolled, and finally, the bone lich laughed: "My wife, strength is strength, it can make us ridiculously laugh at the weak; strength is strength, it can make us crush the enemy without fear, and the history of the world will eventually be written by the strong, and my wife, we are the strong."

"Well said, my old friend, strength is strength. It can allow us to stand at the highest point of this world and make us...oppress all living beings."

The great master of the Storm Sea smiled loudly, and the gradually lit up seal under her feet gradually lit up the entire hole.

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"What is power?" Standing beside Marceau, Youjiu suddenly asked this question.

Marsole thought about it. This question was a bit profound, which made the cat not know how to answer. In Marsole's life, the word strength seemed to be very far away from him. Marsole, who had no leg function due to genetic defects since he was born, had only a few short years of experience standing up. Most of the time, he could only crawl with his own hands. The thing about strength: "Strength is my best friend, long-lasting. From what I remembered, I knew that strength was the only condition for me to move. I crawled on the floor with my hands, climbed onto the floating chair with my hands, and... faced with life."

"Apart from that, Marceau, how do you think the power of this world should be deconstructed." Youjiu took the three magazines and two bottles of potions handed over by the little guy with a supply backpack and continued to ask.

Marceau thought for a while, the pale soul fire rolled in his eyes. The cat looked around and replied with a smile: "Long-term, strength is strength, it can make us muster up the courage to stand here; strength is strength, it can make us hold our weapons tightly to face death; strength is strength, it can make us fight like our ancestors for this world-famous world that does not exist but retains the hopes of countless people and a beautiful world. The one who writes the history of the world may be the strong, but the paper thread that writes history is ultimately the countless mortals.

Their beliefs and ideals are tanned by each other. It is a long time. My friend, we are mortals. Today we gather here to prevent the strong men standing opposite us from writing history at will..." Speaking of this, Marceau shrank his lips and his body, and let the small grassland elves put his helmet on his head: "No individual among us can write the history of this world, but no one can write the history we hate and vow to fight to the end with us."

"Well said, my friend, strength is strength. It can make us muster up the courage. It can make us stand here. It can make us smile at death. Everyone's eyes may have different power, but in our eyes, strength is strength. It can make us mortals like us have the courage to stand up..." Speaking of this, a long-lasting order was issued: "For the best way, everyone, let us go to the sea of ​​blood together!"

"I wish to go with the young master!" The grassland elves in the entire square formation let out a loud roar, and several square formations began to move forward. The grassland elves raised their long-range hunting rifles and moved forward to the evil god line down the slope with their backs to the slope.

"This is Anne, we are covering the entry of the combat boat." Anne's voice came from the headphones. Marceau raised his head and hundreds of combat boats flew over their heads. These combat boats transported as ballasts of the regiment greatly enriched the air power of the living people. Above them, the combat mage teams were cruising. With Marceau's vision, they naturally could not see Anne nearly a thousand yards away, but Marceau knew that this girl was in the sky, which was enough.

Opposite them, the terrorist legion also began to move, and these chaotic minions also released their air power. The twisted demons danced their feet in the sky, and corrupt combat mages and combat boats also appeared. At the distance of the opponent to 500 yards, the combat boats of both sides opened each other's arcane missile bays. The holy missiles and negative energy missiles turned the entire sky into a pure white and black black and white world. On the ground, the mages that came forward also began to fight. The fossils were placed in the central area of ​​the opponent. The meteor showers and ice storms covered the square arrays of their opponents, and various defensive spells were used more like they were free of money.

"Line!" The voice of the commander holding the flag spread throughout the battlefield through the sound magic. The grassland elves began to change formations. Marso followed the long-lasting body to the outermost periphery of the square formation. Looking at the Chaos Legion in the distance, Marso picked up the Storm Goddess emblem at the top of his necklace and put it on his lips and kissed it, just as the grassland elves uniformly placed the anonymous or the two mother gods on their lips.

"Stay!" The voice of the commander holding the flag spread throughout the battlefield through the sound magic. As Marceau grew old, her kind of people knelt on one knee.

The tall elf archers walked past them, and these good shooting races that could send bows to three hundred yards or even further would be the initiators of the first wave of attacks.

As the Chaos Legion approached, Marceau watched the rain composed of arrows fall wave after wave on the evil god's minions, the silver-seeking and blessed arrows rise to a high place, and then fall with kinetic energy, penetrating the armorless Chaos units, and the Chaos Cultists who are cannon fodder fall in batches.

The longbowmen fired a bag of twenty arrows in sixty seconds, and then they began to retreat. The musket group composed of grassland elves stood up, and the long-range musket was raised. With the commander's order, the gunshots sounded uniformly - just like precision machinery, the forward of the Chaos Legion that began to charge would fall down like a piece of wheat.

Put down the gun, load, and raise the gun. The musketeer of the grassland elves completed all this in five seconds. Then the gunshot sounded again, and the Chaos believers who had rushed into the mud fell in large numbers.

One magic circle after another of the protective arrows was activated. Under the falling rain of arrows, the musketeers of the grassland elves shot the third shot in six seconds, and the rain of bullets swept the Chaos believers who were stepping on the corpse to the ground.

Like madmen, the Chaos believers tide the mud zone with flesh and blood. Behind them, the champion warriors howled and rushed towards the defense line, which was different from the Chaos believers. These large pieces needed more bullets to be knocked down. After three rounds, the grassland elf musketeers began to retreat. At this time, the big men behind finally came up. The most reliable dragon-gun heavy infantry among the heaviest infantry. These spearmen held spears and waited for the champion warriors to rush forward. One by one blessing shone on them. Behind them, the girl holding the battle flag in her right hand was also holding a small brazier in her left hand, which was a mixed-race child from Green Forest, and they carried the flames brought by their mother's family.

The big cats' square array stood behind the spearmen, and the big cats were planning a perfect delivery.

Retreat to the rear, the grassland elves uniformly put down their long-range muskets, took the shotgun from their backs, pulled out the bayonet from the bayonet bag at their waist, and stuck it on the gun seat: "Masso, do you think we will win?"

After adjusting the bayonet on the gun seat, Marso turned his head to look at the girl, and looked at the nervousness on her face. He nodded with a smile, even if the smile looked more like the joy of the villain in the horror movie.

"Don't be afraid, follow me closely, remember to get the fire when you get close to those bastards."

"Well, I'll follow you."

"Prairie Elf! Go towards the two wings!" The voice of the commander holding the flag echoed over the entire battlefield for the third time through the sound magic. Marceau and his cat walked first at the forefront of the entire square formation and bypassed the central defense line. The grassland elves crashed into the queue of Chaos believers who were fighting with the kittens. Marceau used a bayonet to slash the battle axe that was slashing. The bullets shot by his friends around him knocked the Chaos believer overturned. Marceau walked past the believer's body and stabbed the bayonet into the waist of another Chaos believer, and was blessed. He temporarily used the bayonet wiped with holy oil to penetrate the armor of the believer like a hot knife, nailed it to the ground, and pulled the bayonet.

Around him, more than a dozen grassland elves carried two Chaos believers shoulder to shoulder, and then they used volleyballs to bring down a champion warrior - at this close range, they also received various blessings, and the single-headed bullets with holy oil smeared the champion warrior's armor, and without any timidity, the three Chaos believers behind them rushed to the ground. Another champion warrior rushed towards them, and Marceau hit his knee, and the single-headed bullet penetrated its knee. The champion warrior lost his balance and fell to the ground. When it got up, Marceau's bayonet had arrived, and the bayonet passed through its eye sockets.

After walking past Marceau, he stabbed the girl who had previously fallen to death by the Chaos believer who had fallen to the ground, raised his gun, put the roaring demon into the center of the mechanical sight, and used the shotgun to close the muzzle to tie the arrows together. They tore the demon's heavy shell. The demon did not fall to the ground in this attack, so the second and third shots soon penetrated into the body again. The demon finally walked in front of Marceau. At this time, the cat happened to step on the chest of the dead champion warrior and pulled the bayonet out of its head.

After letting the evil demon who was already on the verge of death, Marceau raised his shotgun and hugged the fire at the Chaos believer who was rushing towards him. After the last two shotguns were shot, Marceau turned around and stabbed the bayonet into the back of the evil demon who had kneeled to the ground.

"Recharge!" Marceau shouted.

Youjiu stood beside him, and the girl flattened the muzzle and took off the muzzle's constriction. Then the next shotgun was immediately shot out in a horizontal manner, overturning a row of Chaos believers, and then the second shot. When Youjiu came to Marceau sideways and started loading, Marceau had loaded three rounds of ammunition. The arrows from the flat guns made the Chaos believers fall into the ground in rows.

In an instant, Marceau cleared the bullet bay with his body to cover his long-lasting life, and the grassland elves girls stood in front of him and her. In this race with many boys and girls, the grassland elves girls raised their guns, and their companions were overturned to the ground by flying props, but they still stood there, executing any chaos that dared to rush forward with guns and bullets.

After loading the ammunition, Youjiu also stood in the queue. After finishing all the ammunition, these girls shouted and collided with the Chaos believers who rushed up. The bayonet and the cold weapon created death for their masters. Marceau joined in and used a single-headed bullet to lift the skull of a champion warrior, and then the bayonet stabbed the neck of the Chaos believers in front of their eyes. The next single-headed bullet broke the Chaos believers' neck and drilled into the eye sockets of another champion warrior, turning its back of its head and the objects into history.

Before he could withdraw the gun, Masce, who simply abandoned the gun, crossed his hands and used his arm to block the sword that the champion warrior slashed. The two-meter-4 giant should have cut the little thing in front of him like chopping firewood, but Masce blocked the attack and then strode forward for a long time. She and two grassland elf girls stabbed the Lord of the Crown down with bayonets.

Picking up his shotgun, Marceau kicked and chopped down a girl's Chaos believer, then sank the bayonet into his chest, pulled it out, and sank into it again, until the Chaos believer no longer struggled.
Chapter completed!