In a house made of pure rough rock, the dim light was only the size of a bean, burning silently, and through a faint light, a thin figure could be seen kneeling in the center of the room.

An unknown god whose face was covered in darkness and occupied most of the room stood in front of this figure, with teeth and claws, and a hideous form, which was by no means some kind of universal good god.

The room seemed to be deliberately darkened, and despite the bright light outside, there were only tiny lights flickering in it, and suddenly, from outside the room, there was a slight footstep, followed by a knock on the door.

"Elder, everything is ready!"

Someone spoke in a low voice outside the door, his throat like swallowing a red-hot coal, with an indescribable hoarseness and sharpness.

"Those outsiders, are they all true?"

The figure kneeling on the ground made an old voice.

"It's true. ”

Outside the door replied.

"Can it bestow the world with boundless pain and suffering?"

The figure trembled slightly.

"Swear to the Mother of Darkness that they will definitely get more than they imagined, and even more cruel!"

The sound coming from outside the door seemed to be filled with countless resentments and hatreds.

No sound came from inside the door, but the man standing in the door just waited respectfully, and it wasn't long before there was a sudden creak, the door opened, and an old man in a black robe walked out of it.

"So what are you waiting for, the suffering of the Serles is now their turn to taste!"

The black-robed old man raised his head, revealing a face full of scars and ulcers, one eye was black and hollow, only the other brown eyeball, which seemed to burst out with a terrifying power all the time.

If you want to choose the most lasting emotion in this world, then to the surprise of many, it will not be love, not affection, not gratitude, not even loyalty and glory.

It's hatred!

It will even be passed down from generation to generation, and with the passage of time, not only will it not be dim, but it will become more and more mellow like a fine wine buried deep in the ground.

......

"Haha, that's mine!"

"Stop him, don't let him run!"

"Come after me, you can't catch up with me!"

“......”

Towards evening, in an ordinary village of Moros, children in ill-fitting dirty clothes and messy hair were giggling and laughing, snatching some tattered toys and running around.

This is a Tata village, about hundreds of people, they are a wandering people from a small country next to the Glory Federation, they have migrated here for centuries due to war, but due to their **** system, they have a natural resistance to the assimilation of other civilizations.

During the period when the Ser people ruled Moros, the Tata people refused to give up their faith and independence, and were strongly suppressed by the Ser people, but the wind and water took turns, and after the Ser people were overthrown and lost power, their revenge was also particularly fierce and cruel.

Now the number of Moros Ser is not even a tenth of what it was at its peak, and these Tatars have contributed a lot except for the war, so in the hearts of the Ser people, the first object to be used for the knife is them.

Whew!

Outside the fence of the village, there was a sudden sound of dense footsteps, then the rustle of blades of grass being touched, and some black-robed figures gradually approached, and under the hoods of the one-piece bodies, all the faces and expressions could not be seen.

But the children, who were still fighting for their toys, were all vigilant and screamed, some lying outside the fence watching the black-robed men, others running quickly towards the village.

In the context of the war, even naïve children were forced to hone their vigilance, especially when some children rushed towards the village after seeing the faces hidden in their hoods from the bottom to the top.

"It's the Searles!"

"The Searles are attacking!"

With their signature brown eyes, slightly curly hair, and angular faces compared to those of other ethnic groups, these children immediately recognized their old enemies.

Bang Bang Bang!

The village bell rang at once, and then there was a sudden uproar, and countless men with their weapons, followed by women and old men, almost all of them set out, towards the place where the Ser people had come to attack, many of them still carrying guns and weapons, although they were shabby, but their power should not be underestimated.

Just as the Serpents hated the Tatars, the Tatars hated the Serpents as well, and this hatred did not end with their wanton bullying and slaughter, but on the contrary, in order to avoid the resurgence of the Serpents, the Tatars would target almost every Ser they saw.

Hatred is such a thing, unless one party is completely destroyed from ** to spiritually, no one will put it down first.

And the Ser people gathered outside the village, except for quietly surrounding, there was no other action, just watching the Tatar army arrive, there was nothing to say, the two ethnic groups can be called a sea of blood feud, the Tatars rushed out almost instantly, and launched an attack on them.

In contrast, the Serpents, who numbered no more than a hundred, were much thinner, like wood, quietly waiting for the Tatars to approach.

Some of the Tatars had already sensed the strangeness and felt that something was wrong, but they still rushed forward with all their might, and it was not until the first one came to the Ser that he was less than a hundred meters away, and the Ser people moved.

They put their hands out of their black robes, held the clear glass bottle that they had prepared long ago, and swallowed it with a brush, swallowing the dark red that looked like liquid and mist.

Boom!

Then the next moment, the Ser people who were standing at the front had been brandished with an iron rod by the Tatars who were the first to rush forward, striking on the skull, making a muffled sound, and falling to the ground with a bang, blood and even brains flowing out of their eyes and noses.

"It's an old guy?"

The hood fell, and the Tatar saw the old face and sparse gray hair below, while his companion was already like a wolf, and rushed past him towards the other Serpents.

There was no begging for mercy, no screams, these Searles were like wooden stakes, allowing them to kill, so that in the end, the Tatars, who were full of murderous intent and anger, felt their hearts hairy, and their enthusiasm quickly cooled.

"It's a woman!"

"Me too!"

"It's all old men and women, and some cripples!"

Exclamations kept coming, and the Tatars, who were standing among the corpses and inspecting, found that the black-robed Ser people in front of them were all old men and women, and they immediately looked at each other.

"These Serles are crazy, are they here to die?"

Someone in the crowd muttered softly, and suddenly their eyes lit up, and they found a corpse not far away, their hands and feet twitching unnaturally.

"Wow, there's another one here!"

He held a steel fork in his hand, and without hesitation, he took two steps forward and stabbed the other party in the chest, and only then did someone around him react and complain: "You should spare his life first, and ask what the hell is going on!"

"In the end, it's not about killing. ”

The man didn't care about pulling out the steel fork, and was suddenly stunned, and found that his weapon was shiny and shiny, obviously very well maintained, but this is not the point, the point is why there is no blood on the steel fork?

He suddenly remembered that in such a scene, the pungent smell of blood would make him unable to eat for several days when he went home, but today, he didn't smell anything!