Quickly walk out of the city gate, jump on the boat, and throw a broken crystal to the boatman.
"quick!"
The ferryman didn't reply, and his right leg wrapped around his waist stomped heavily on the hull of the boat.
The boat sailed quickly towards the southern shore.
It took several hours to arrive and less than 5 minutes to leave.
Turning back, I glanced at the city of Aden, which was brightly lit.
When I turned around again, my eyes were filled with darkness.
Jumping onto the lake shore, the ferryman bowed to him and watched him disappear in an instant, swallowed up by the dark night.
After passing a high slope, at the bottom of the slope is the battlefield, or in other words, the place where the elves were massacred.
Portis, who has black scales all over his body, has broken up the battle formation of the elves. The speed of these demons is no slower than that of the Zerg. They move like snakes, making their bodies more unpredictable. The weapons in their hands are cold and stained with blood.
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The bonfires were extinguished, the light dimmed, the elves were torn apart, and howls echoed.
night owl, open
Catching the wind, in hand
Blood pools around the body
Rocks surge underfoot
Put the hood on your head
Cover your face with a mask
Under the mask, there is a pair of eyes with no life but murderous intent.
He lowered his head, touched the necklace on his chest, raised his head, looked into the creeping darkness, and clenched his fists fiercely.
Fight? Fight!
In the dark night, his body began to move forward slowly, and the rocks under his feet continued to surge, gradually accelerating, accelerating, accelerating.
Until this torrent of rocks spurted away.
Portis was alerted by the noise and turned around to check.
What appeared in front of them was a scene that they could not imagine, and an irresistible bloody brilliance.
The torrent of rocks was like a giant beast, rushing forward into the Potis formation.
Liu Xiao, who had activated his rapid fire stance, stood on the rock like a god of death. Countless blood lines started from him, penetrating his body, devouring life, and sinking into the darkness.
Blood lines crossed, lives disappeared, and rows of Portis fell in a daze. They could not believe until their death that there would be arrows shooting from behind, and that someone would rush out from behind, and that he was just alone.
When they touched the pierced body and watched the figure flying past their eyes carrying the rock flow, all they could do was die in despair.
There was no trace of melancholy or fear in his eyes. At the moment of decision, the focus was only the glimmer of light in the darkness.
After regaining consciousness, Portis began to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign, shooting countless arrows and spears at him.
The rock flow changed directions on the grassland extremely smoothly, and wherever it passed, people were turned upside down, arrows stabbed, and swords scratched, and the blood armor withstood them one by one. Except for the occasional slight pain, no real harm was caused.
Until that arrow pierced the night sky, penetrated the blood armor, and pierced into his waist and abdomen.
Portis glanced at Portis who shot the arrow. Maybe you are very strong, but he shot three arrows immediately afterwards.
But they were all blocked by the man in front of Portis with his shield.
There are no overnight feuds with me!
Four arrows were shot, and the snake tails of the two shield-holders were nailed to the ground. Just when they were unable to move, the fifth arrow had already penetrated their shield formation from a direction beyond their reach.
Portis, who shot him, fell backwards with a look of disbelief on his face, and his head was penetrated directly.
He endured the pain and pulled out the arrow that had pierced his waist. The barbs of the arrows tore apart the abdominal muscles and part of the internal organs. A ball fell into his stomach. What he gave to me, I will give it back to you now.
Catching this arrow, a large amount of spiritual energy is condensed, and the arrow is sensed! There is a bang!
The arrow pushed through the bloody air and plunged straight into the chest of Portis.
When the rock flow and the black shadow had gone away, this Portis was about to pull out the arrow.
He couldn't hear the dark figure murmuring.
"Rock outburst!"
This Portis felt the soil beneath his feet trembling, and his fellow humans around him began to sway this way and that. Then, he saw a sight he had never dared to imagine, and pain and despair he had never felt before.
A few stone thorns completely tore him apart in an instant. Only part of his body was left in his clan, struggling constantly among the piles of stone thorns. But he himself had no strength to even struggle because his lower body had been completely crushed.
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Why is this? Who is this person?
His vision began to blur. Wherever the figure passed, the earth was blooming with brilliant flowers made of rocks. They were blood flowers decorated with the flesh and blood of his own people.
[Obtain war title: Ant·Thousand Slashes]
A large amount of Portis' blood is attracted and gathered around the body. The blood is controlled by the mind to condense and form, turning into layers of bloody shields, suspended in all directions around the body, becoming a new solid defense in addition to the blood armor.
Fighting can indeed make people grow quickly. This growth is not only the means and skills of fighting, but also the will and spirit of fighting.
From fear to hesitation, from hesitation to excitement, from excitement to enjoyment.
Finally, from enjoyment to release.
There are seventy-two kinds of demons, hahahahahahahaha, let them go to your heart's content.
Every arrow carries squandered spiritual energy when it leaves the string.
Every arrow, when its destiny is over, will bloom into beautiful rock flowers.
Finally, I can experience the pleasure of being a strong person, the indulgence of galloping wildly among thousands of troops.
Some people die because of war, while some people live for war.
When the rock flow rushed out of the back formation, the gleam of light in the darkness continued to expand.
In front of him is the densely packed front line of Portis, who are waiting in full formation.
Behind him is a desolate and lifeless place.
Perhaps in the eyes of those frightened Portis, he was already a heinous bloody monster, harvesting their lives and devouring their blood.
When we see the corpses of elves all over the ground, aren’t we all the same kind?
The weak have no right to choose life or death!
After checking my own spiritual energy, I found that a quarter of the abundant reserves had been used up, but it was only a quarter, that's all.
There is only a glimmer of light left in the last position of the elves, and is it for the source of that light, or for the battlefield killing itself?
Maybe, giving yourself a reason to kill can appease the self-doubt deep in your heart, doubting whether you are still normal and doubting that there is another person living in your heart.
The rock flow is moving forward inexorably, destroying the dead. The flowers of the earth have not only bloomed with the arrows, but are everywhere where the rock flow passes. The wave after wave of sieges organized by Portis cannot get close at all. They are just interpreting themselves with their lives.
of weakness.
[Obtain war title: Ant·Wanzhan]
...
Inside the gambling house.
Norse covered his face with his hands. He couldn't bear to see his own people being brutally slaughtered before the finish line. Although the outcome was already determined and he had seen the same scene many times, after all, he was only a short step away from success.
The exclamations from the audience made him raise his head, and then, an incredible scene appeared in his sight.
A creature wrapped in blood stood on the surging rock. Countless arrows were blown away by layers of translucent blood-colored barriers. After those barriers were broken, they immediately condensed without leaving a single gap. And the creature was frantically moving toward
Red lines were shot around, yes, all he could see was red lines. Each arrow penetrated Portis on a blood line, and exploded a round stone thorn at the end of the curtain, as if blossoming in the sky.
Flowers on the ground.
Portis' military formation was vulnerable to this creature, and was easily torn and divided like a piece of white paper.
"I saw...what..." His voice trembled, and he slowly stood up from his seat unconsciously.
Everyone present, like him, had lost the ability to control their bodies. Even the owner of the betting house had forgotten about the war. The mirror was focused on this person and could no longer be moved away.
The screen shook violently and then fell to the ground.
The Tongmu Flying Beast, which lost its altitude and alertness, was hit by a stray arrow and fell inside.
With the death of the flying beast, the mirror image lost its light and turned into a water curtain.
It was so quiet in the house that you could hear a pin drop.
"That's...the innate element and...the innate belief?"
His voice trembled, and the man looked at the others with horrified eyes.
Some people shook their heads, others nodded, their movements were stiff and their eyes were dull.
"What did we see..."
"Does such a monster also need to be tested..."
Norsi was speechless. He sat down miserably, unable to calm down for a long time.