Aranza ignored Xingyun. He frowned without saying a word, as if thinking. After a moment, he turned to look at Korra and said, "Well, let's go back."
"That's what I hope too,"
Korra's expression was strange. Although the Dragon King didn't say anything from beginning to end, Korra couldn't ignore her presence.
Aranza understood what Korra meant. He turned his attention to the giant light gray figure entrenched on the Longwen boulder. He had no scruples and said: "King of the dragon clan... I killed a few dragons here and robbed them by the way. A little something. If you want to avenge those dragons, kill me. If you get those things back, oh, the same thing, just step over my body."
Pure threat.
The Dragon King's nostrils spurted out streaks of white mist, appearing extremely angry. The strange thing is that under the surface, through his soul sensing ability, Aranza did not notice any fluctuations in the Dragon King's huge soul point. It was not angry. , and there is no anxiety, not like a proud dragon at all.
After a while, the Dragon King replied to Aranza in the common language of the Thorn Continent, saying: "Stop your killing and plundering. We will forget about the past, but..."
The huge dragon eyes turned to Nicole Robin, who was still in a dazed state, and said: "This woman must stay,"
"what ever,"
Aranza has no mercy for Nico Robin and doesn't care about her outcome.
He only used several magical recovery scrolls on the dying Crete before leaving the Holy Mountain, but he had no intention of taking him away. His fate had nothing to do with Aranza.
The King of the Dragons then removed the foggy magic array that protected the dragon's nest, and the Black Pearl embarked on its journey again. The cabin was filled with dragon treasures. Its first stop was the previous island, where it met with the fleet and then sailed towards the magic and Unknown line, return to the thorn continent.
For Aranza, the information he got from Xingyun and other gods was too much. Whether it was the real cause of his father's death, his own destiny, or the whereabouts of his mother, all the information was gathered into one The huge web, even if it concerned him, still made Aranza feel at a loss. He locked himself in the room and refused all invitations, even if Xingyun who boarded the ship with him wanted to meet him, or the big man Jonas got drunk. Fang Xiu’s invitation.
Without Aranza showing up, the only person left on the Black Pearl who could deal with several gods was Korra. For Korra, who had never thought about interacting with the gods, she was like a wandering blade. Above all, one has to be careful.
Of course Korra would not, nor did she dare to restrict the freedom of the gods on the Black Pearl. She just tried her best to avoid contact with the gods, but the gods always appeared in front of her from time to time. On this day, When Korra was hiding in the study, nestled comfortably in the gold silk lounge chair plundered from the dragon's lair, and preparing to enjoy a wonderful afternoon tea, Starfall appeared in front of her again.
"don’t worry,"
Before Korra could put a smile on her face in a hurry, Xingyun stopped her and pulled a chair to sit down, saying: "I am here to say goodbye to you. Of course, when will I leave here?" , there is no need to inform you, but I hope you can inform the person of prophecy on my behalf... I mean, your hero king’s son, Aranza,”
Korra nodded, and with her rich social experience, she raised the curve of her mouth to perfection. She thought for a while and then said: "Are your friends... also leaving with you?"
"Yes,"
Xingyun replied: "Before the prophet goes to the Elf Land, we still need to prepare something."
He seemed to be talking to himself and added: "Chi Wu will also leave with me. At this time, who would care about the camp?"
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The author is fooling around again, and it seems that the second half of the content will not be updated until around one or two in the morning.
Posted by reader Richard Archimonde.
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Winter, year 128 of the Ryan calendar.
At this time, the human land was covered with ice and snow, and even the fierce war could not drive away the chill that was coming towards them. Teams of knights walked forward on the snow, and the bone-chilling chill brought the morale of the people and horses to the lowest point. They Carrying the mission, they headed to the predetermined location, where a bloody battle was about to begin. However, the knights still dragged their tired bodies forward, even though the road ahead was destined to be death.
The snow will freeze their bodies until the surviving comrades use torches to drive away the snow, and then the flames will spread and engulf them.
The war reached its peak this year, and no one even had time to take time off from the sword-to-sword battle to mourn for the dead.
However, the cold winter stopped at the southernmost part of the human land. Further south, there is the land of the orcs. The scorching sun in the west is still baking the soil full of the scent of beasts, making the people who walk on it sweat profusely. , so in the orc calendar, this is the 319th year of the orc calendar, the Fire Moon.
Although the methods of calculating time are different, and the solar terms seem to prove the difference in calculations, even though the cold winter of the human race does not cover the land of the orcs, the war has quietly affected the situation of the orcs, and the warring humans finally have no time to care about the orcs' land. Due to the disputes, some small and large families took the lead in withdrawing from the orc alliance and rushed back to the human land to support the family's battle. Later, some big families also withdrew from the orc land one after another. First, the Anan family and other powerful families The family, and later, even the arrogant Lane family withdrew their troops from the orcs, leaving no one or one horse behind.
The Orc Alliance without support is like a girl who has been stripped of her clothes. Even the most secret places cannot be covered up and down. It is destined to become a crotch object. So at both ends of the scale, the Hammer Tribe and the Orc Alliance The war finally took a turn.
The beast god seemed to smile at the leader of the Hammer Tribe, the golden tauren Mundo, even though the green-skinned orc looked more ferocious when he smiled than when he didn't smile.
After dozens of large and small annihilation battles and countless lives left behind, the Orc Alliance was finally forced into the final position by the Hammer Tribe. It is also the holy land of the Orc tribe, the Roaring Valley, and the stronghold was defended. The outcome is irreversible. The Hammer Tribe has leveled the orcs' land, and this last blow is not needed.
On a hill not far from the Roaring Valley, the majestic body of the golden tauren Mondo stood quietly on top of it. The hot wind mixed with the breath of blood blew its golden hair, and at the same time stirred the rough and sharp sword in its hand. The desire for a huge war hammer. At this moment, Mundo has lost a capable assistant, the blue-skinned troll priest. In a war where the human race also supported the orc alliance, a woman wearing fiery red armor Ended the life of the troll priest.
The bloody dress of the female knight ignited Mondo's anger. Mondo knew the origin and name of that woman, the female general of the Lane family, Troxi Lane.
After unifying the orc land, Mundo thought in his mind, it will take a temporary rest for a while. At that time, the orcs who have condensed into a rope will be absolutely unstoppable. The beast's hooves will flatten the human land, and it will spread the blood of that woman. At the place where the troll priest died in battle, it was thought that the troll priest opened the door to lie in the arms of the beast god.
Mondo's gaze turned and fell to the bottom of the hill.
The ordinary green-skinned orcs had already set up the trebuchets and ballistas they had snatched. The soldiers were already ready. The green-skinned orcs holding spiked giant shields stood at the front of the team, and behind them were the infantrymen who were densely mixed together. The team has different weapons, including axes, hammers, maces, and even wooden sticks with just a few spikes. Most of these warriors are returned. In the barren orc land, even if Mondo is willing to be armed, They can only be helpless.
On both sides of the infantry team, the wolf cavalry are obviously much more uniform. The wolf nature of the wolf cavalry gives them the characteristics of group fighting. On the battlefield, this characteristic will make the wolf cavalry as powerful as a spear. Stab deeply into the enemy's belly, and at the end of the entire team, some powerful but extremely rare soldiers are randomly distributed, such as the two-headed ogre lord, the huge Cyclops, and even the bull-head with a translucent body. Mundo will not force human soul pastors to stand in any position, because no matter where they appear, they will be a disaster for the enemy.
At this moment, no matter the weakest green-skinned infantry warrior or the most powerful tauren soul shepherd, the only sound they made was the thick breathing sound unique to the orcs. This sound merged into a strange rhythm, and they were excited above their heads. Roaring.
Opposite Mondo is the army of the Orc Alliance.
The only unification war in the history of the orcs will soon come to an end after this war.
"Boom,"
"Boom,,"
"Dong,,,"
On the back of the huge kodo beast, the troll drummer beat the war drum.
At the same time, Mondo stepped on the ground, his strong body like an unshakable peak. He looked up at the blue sky and let out a deafening roar.
"roar,,,"
This is the horn of charge, and the sound of burning vibrates, and the beast's blood boils in an instant.
The wolf cavalry on both sides of the battle formation rushed out first. Thousands of vigorous figures merged into a huge dragon head. It opened its bloody mouth, shouted and howled, and bit hard at the enemy formation.
The enemy's equipment was obviously much better after receiving charity from the human race, but so what. Hundreds of enemy orcs carrying giant shields and spears ran forward to form the first line of defense, but were beaten nearly one to one by the wolf cavalry. The proportion of battle deaths was fiercely trampled through in the most bloody and heroic way.
Subsequently, the wolf cavalry spread out on both sides, encircling the enemy and pocketing them into a bag. The mouth of the bag opened, and thousands of infantry teams also inserted themselves into them, violently colliding with the enemy's kind. This was the orc's In war, there is no magic or the glory of a priest. There is only the collision of flesh and flesh and the intertwining of blood and blood.
Immediately afterwards, Mundo's two-headed cannibal lord and Cyclops stepped into the battlefield, and the ground trembled at their footsteps. The two monsters, whose strength was second only to the strong men of the Sanctuary, immediately dug two large holes in the enemy's formation, and inflicted wounds on their flesh and blood. While splashing, he moved closer to the depths of the enemy's formation.
Their goal is to penetrate the stone fortress entrenched at the entrance to the Roaring Valley.
However, even if victory is certain, on a bloody battlefield, it means the enemy's fearless counterattack before death.
Those stubborn Khajiits finally appeared in the enemy camp. They let out angry roars and used their claws and bloody mouths to wrap around the two-headed ogre lord and the Cyclops. The two-headed ogre lord was okay.
However, the Cyclops was completely unable to move forward by this group of tiger men. They threw themselves at the feet of the Cyclops in units of hundreds. Perhaps their tiny lives could not even leave a wound on the Cyclops before they were trampled into pulp, but in a moment
Afterwards, the Cyclops's feet were still covered with dense wounds.