The sky was dark, so dark that no stars could be seen.
The color of the sky is just like the mood of the people in Honunu City, the same darkness and the same despair.
This city built on Mount Huonuu is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a suitable climate and fertile land. It was once the most beautiful and pleasant city in Qishan Kingdom.
However, at this moment, she is surrounded by wars and smoke, and people are dying and wailing every moment.
The temple built on the mountainside is the most magnificent building in the city.
Its main body is made of rare and luxurious topaz, and each stone pillar is carved with exquisite patterns. The rest of the place is supported by various precious woods. Even though the use of incense has been banned in the temple, people can feel it when they walk in.
A light and pleasant fragrance will make your mood soothing and calm.
at this time.
No matter on the mountain or at the bottom of the mountain, strings of torches come from all directions and gather in the square in front of the temple.
Most of them are old, weak, women and children, and there are very few strong men.
Whether these people were dressed in rags or were extremely wealthy, they all had unconcealed fear on their faces. At the same time, the only light left in their eyes was looking at the center of the square.
The city gate is broken!
After five days and five nights of sleepless fighting, they finally failed.
Those huge and terrifying monsters finally stepped into Honunu City with their dirty and putrid bodies. However, the men of Honunu City did not give up resistance because they had no way out.
Behind him is his home, and there is no other town within a hundred miles that can provide him with cultivation and shelter.
There is no other choice.
Sacred and sad chanting sounded on Mount Huonu. These people shed tears while insisting on praying.
Even children who are only a few years old use their immature voices to join in this last song of hope.
Because, their father and brother were not far away, using their bodies to resist, trying to give them some breathing space and buy them a little time.
Kui Ling'er nestled in her mother's arms and tried her best to follow her mother's singing word for word.
Suddenly, the roar coming from all around the mountain became clearer.
She couldn't help but tremble all over.
Even though she was only six years old, she understood that some of her uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters had gone to another world.
My father has not come back for three days.
Although my mother didn't say it, she actually knew it.
However, my mother kept crying quietly, so she didn't dare to ask again.
At this time, she no longer knew whether it was her mother who was trembling or herself who was trembling.
She just knew that those monsters were very, very fierce.
They will swallow uncles and uncles into their stomachs.
…
In the center of the temple's square is a tall topaz altar.
At this time, there were only a few elderly priests standing in front of the altar, leading everyone to pray together, and next to the priest was a young man with an immature face.
Although he was wearing armor, the exquisite lining in the armor and the luxurious sword at his waist showed that he was of extraordinary origin. Even the silk scarf covering his injuries on his left arm and leg at this moment was not an ordinary thing, it was
The finest silk from the Lianyun Empire.
Suddenly, his body trembled.
"Master, why don't you go first?" An old man who was meticulously groomed, but whose face was obviously haggard and whose eyes were bloodshot, begged in a low voice.
"Grandpa Xin, I won't leave." If anyone else dared to call him that, the young man would have been furious.
He, Brando Warnd, is the only direct blood descendant of the Warnd family.
He is the city lord of Huonunu!
Although he is only nineteen years old, one month and three days old, from the moment he inherited the title and responsibility of the city lord, no one calls him young master except this old man who has served the Warnd family for nearly fifty years.
Two months ago, his father led a team to rescue Tuman City, but he never returned, leaving only wreckage and a mess on the ground. They didn't even find a body, only a dented helmet.
Five days ago, his brother, the eldest son of the Warnd family, defended the city wall and fought to the death in order to resist those monsters.
Brando watched with his own eyes as he was torn in half by the King of Trolls, but he also suffered serious injuries from the unusually large troll.
Now, it's his turn.
If this prayer cannot save the city built by the Warnd family.
"I am Brando Warnd. If the descendants of the Warnd family cannot protect the city of Hoonu, then they should face death with her."
He looked determined, and even though the injuries on his body were causing him pain all the time, they did not affect his decision in the slightest.
If this method doesn't work, then he should die at the front instead of dying in humiliation behind women and children.
Butler Xin looked at the young man he had taken care of since childhood and finally understood that he had made his own decision.
Brando's father also grew up under the care of Butler Xin, and later inherited the position of city lord. Later, the matron of the Warnd family passed away many years ago, and Brando and his brother were almost all taken care of by him personally.
grown up.
He has no children, and has long regarded the Warnders as his relatives, and these two children are like his own grandchildren.
"Brando, you are right, men do have things that they must risk life and death for."
"The Warnd family will be proud of you."
The old housekeeper did not try to persuade him any more, but instead showed a smile of relief.
He gently grabbed his crutch, and then took off a small black cloth bag from the back of his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the black cloth fell to the ground, and a shiny silver gun head was revealed.
The tip of this gun looks extremely sharp, and the engravings on it are from years ago, but it has obviously been wiped frequently.
What's more important is that the tip of the gun is obviously silver, but there is a scarlet color on the sharp edge that cannot be concealed.
"Next, let Grandpa Xin accompany you. I don't know if my old buddy is still in charge after so many years."
"Grandpa Xin..."
…
roar!
"Khachikunta, kuru...!"
(Giant language: You, die, food!)
Brando originally wanted to persuade the old man to leave, but when he heard the loud roar, his expression suddenly changed.
He will not forget this voice, because his brother died in the hands of the owner of this voice, and his body was not even left intact.
Brando took a deep look at the altar and the priests, and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He turned around and left, because the voice just now was not far away, and he had to buy more time for the people here.
Looking at his actions, many people shed tears silently, but they also slowly made way for a passage.
Brando saw despair in their eyes.
The Warnd family is loved by everyone in this city, and the reason why these people did not stop him was probably because they would soon be separated in another world.
Not knowing what the world would be like after death, Brando was in a trance.
However, the expressions of these people made him feel even more ashamed. The Warnd family was being worshiped by them but could not protect them.
He strode out and some men who had not been promoted much began to follow him.
Some of them were born weak, some were just teachers, and some have wounds that have not yet healed, but they have no hesitation.
"Wait! Brando!" A girl grabbed Brando's hand. Her name was Alicia. Brando knew that she liked him, and he also thought she was a good girl.
"Alijia, if there is a chance, we..."
"No, Brando, it's the altar. Look, the altar is lit up!"