After the Great War in the Mythical Age of the Abolished Prince, all races live together in one world, without order, and the weak eat the strong. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Beasts are greedy, killing, the human race is more special in that era, weak humans are like ants, let all kinds of races crush, the strong disdain to eat humans, only those at the bottom of the species eat humans. However, if a strong person is born in the human race, and the outrageous power can destroy the world and be proud of all races.

The barbarians were the only race feared by all races and beasts in the barbarian era, and the people of this race were brave and unparalleled. A child of four or five years old can lift a big tripod, and an adult can pull out a mountain with his physical strength alone, not to mention a cultivator, who cooperates with the exercises to roar the river backwards and shake the heavens and the earth...... The barbarians claim to be a member of the Terran and protect the Terran, but the Ten Thousand Races do not classify them as Humans, and the Ten Thousand Races react not too fiercely to their actions of protecting the Terrans, after all, there are several subordinate races under any powerful race.

Later, the catastrophe came, the sky fell, the earth sunken, the stars fell, and there were very few races that survived, and the human race became the biggest victor after the catastrophe, and gradually developed, while the barbarians were sealed for some reason and trapped in the Hongbarren Mountain Range......

In the past, there was a sacred tree in the village. Anything in the Flood Mountains that could threaten the village did not dare to approach, but no intelligent creature would harm the villagers who went out hunting, as if they were afraid of something. The barbarian people walked sideways in the range of their activities. What they didn't know, of course, was that even if they crossed the entire Flood Barren Mountains, they would not be attacked by sapient beings, all because of the words of the young boy with wings on his back in the middle of the Flood Mountains: "Where the tree stands, no one within a hundred miles shall be killed." ”。

Barbarians often fall asleep for no apparent reason, and the elders say that the sacred tree is strengthening the bones of the villagers. The villagers are accustomed to it with gratitude. But the sacred tree was lost in a day and night, and that day the villagers fell asleep and slept soundly, and every one of them heard a loving female voice in their sleep, "This is my last gift to you!" After waking up, it was as if the beast that had been sleeping in its body for a long time was awakened, and its hands could split the mountains, and the sacred tree was gone.

Everyone said that the old tree would come back and protect the village again, but deep down they knew that the old tree might never appear again. The old tree is not so much a guardian as a companion of everyone, the butterfly festival when the old tree blooms to attract butterflies, the hand in hand of partners by the old tree pond, the grand festival of worship by the pond under the old tree when hunting for a good harvest, and the pouring out when depressed, and the little secret that the old tree told me, the time when I was swimming under the old tree with a crooked neck when I was a child...... The old tree guards the lives of the villagers, and also guards the good memories of the villagers, witnesses the beautiful stories, and is the pillar of the spirit. Even though they knew that the old tree would not come back, the villagers were still willing to accept a dream that was unlikely to come true.

"Flee from the ground to the Holy Land!" the king made a weak decision. Everyone could see that this werewolf was invincible. At least not if you can fight yourself, you and the village will probably ...... Shadows poured into everyone's hearts. The king's decision was to let us gamble our last luck and see if the Holy Land could still protect itself, but everyone knew that there was little hope. A group of people moved as fast as the wind. However, the white werewolf floating in the sky watched quietly, as if watching a few ants crawling......

A group of people by the pond looked at the empty water level and felt a sense of loss. "Eh......" came with a deep sigh in his heart, this time it was really over.

"There is a little baby there, king. Someone said.

I saw a baby by the lake, surrounded by leaves that glowed with pale green, wrapped warmly. The king tore off the skin from his arm and wrapped it around the baby. The baby raised the corners of his mouth and stared at the people in front of him with small eyes as clear as clear water.

Because of the appearance of children, the bleak atmosphere improved slightly. "This little cub is quite bold! Seeing that we don't cry or make trouble, we have the demeanor of barbarians!" laughed Wang. "It's a pity! You didn't appear at the right time, you didn't have time to understand life...... Eh!".

"King, we're fighting those dogs, and we're going to die!" said a radical young man.

"Yes, fight!"

"They're a ball!"

"Grab a few pads on the verge of death"

……

The crowd responded.

"Okay! just fight with the wolf cubs in the Holy Land!" the king's eyes became firm, and his sorrow swept away, and he was full of pride.

Just when everyone was excited, after a few searches, the wolf crowd surrounded the entire pond. Everyone tacitly formed a circle and guarded the king holding the child in the middle.

"Whew-" The wolves howled at the sky, only to see the snow-white werewolves in the far sky slowly approaching, levitating above everyone, looking down at everyone, as if they had no intention of making a move, and their full moon-like eyes were full of contempt, and they felt that the humans below were not worth their own action. Everyone looked at it and gritted their teeth secretly. The next moment, the snow-white werewolf gently raised its wolf claws and pointed at the people in a circle, and the surrounding werewolves were instructed to pounce on the people by the lake.

"Hundred Beast Cave Protection Array!" the king hurriedly roared. I saw that some of the people in a circle were like tigers, some were like snakes, and some were like monkeys, with different forms and crazy shapes. And the king in the middle holds the baby in one hand and makes a fist in the other hand to support the four directions. The barbarians' brave divine power struck the werewolf's skin to cracks.

However, the werewolves were extremely ferocious, some of the werewolves who were knocked into the tree pole shook their heads and rushed again, and some of the werewolves who were beaten to the point of misalignment of their leg bones forced their bones back to their original positions to continue fighting, as long as they did not die, the werewolves would continue to rush forward, and nothing could make them afraid.

The continuous battle and the long running and fleeing made every barbarian warrior's physical strength close to the limit, and he was already a strong bow and crossbow, and his spirit was numb. I only felt the endless claws shaking in front of my eyes, and the strips of flesh and blood on my body were torn off together. In this numb and cruel battle, an old man's physical strength was exhausted, and his movement slowed down, and his neck was broken by the werewolf. The crowd was furious, but to no avail, and the werewolves rushed into the crowd to attack the king who was holding the baby. Wang held the baby in his left hand, and slapped his right hand like a bear's paw, and a slap could blow up the werewolf's head, Bai Huahua's brain splattered, and one by one the werewolves who lost their heads fell. The Snow White Wolf King watched all this coldly in the air, and suddenly swooped down towards the king from the sky.

Wang felt like a dazzling star falling on him at this time, and he couldn't resist at all, and he seemed so small and helpless. But what can I do for the sake of life, there is only one battle, even if the sky falls, I have to resist. Holding the baby in his left hand, he clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a punch that could break the mountain and slam into the snow-white werewolf.

The tip of the snow-white werewolf's right claw, a slight white light, gently swiped to meet the king's full force.

"Ahh

The snow-white werewolf floated quietly in the original sky, the wolf's paws clutching the blood-dripping arm, coldly arrogant as if it had never moved. The wolves on the ground attacked more ferociously, and the king's face was scratched with four blood marks, and the wolf's claws were deeply embedded in the king's flesh and blood, and the blood was spraying, and the blood beads were like rain.

A drop of blood in the air fell impartially into the baby's eye in the king's hand, like ink into clear water, and the clear and translucent eyes were soaked in blood.