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With the light of the sun, a small group of men and horses hurried to the barrel fort.

The drunks in the streets were crammed into detention centers, the streets were swept all night, the refugees who had crowded here last night were crammed into makeshift shelters, and everyone's nerves were tense as they watched the small group of people enter the city.

An object, with the sound of a whistling wind, soared from a distance and flew in front of this small group of people.

The leader of the group had fiery red lion temples and a fiery beard, the expression on his face was as hard as a stone statue, the wrinkles were as strong as a knife carving, and a red beard fluttered in the wind.

The thing stopped in front of him, rubbing past it almost intimately.

That thing was the Sword of the Wind Roar, and it went without saying that it was its owner who could make such an intimate movement with such a sharp sword.

The leader's eyes were deep, his every move was strong and powerful, and his eyes seemed to condense the anger accumulated over several lifetimes, he pressed his thick hand on the wind roar, and the sword took the initiative to put it into his waist, gently pulling it.

That team of people, except for the old Lionheart, has no spirit, including their horses, after yesterday and E contacted, the old Lionheart has been restless, after struggling in the room for a minute and twenty-seven seconds and eighty-four, he finally couldn't help it, and made the first time in so many years that he threw away many state affairs and left the palace for private matters, threw down the twists and turns, and went to find his precious son all night long.

Dragon. The capital of the Principality of the Roots, formerly known as the Towering Roots, oh author mud dirt... After the old Lionheart took the throne, it was renamed Lionroar...

Although the land area is not large, it is enough to run... Ran from the lion's roar all night to the keghold.

The wind roared and said, "My son is fine."

That's great.

The heart that has been hanging all night is finally put down...

His horse slowed down, and with that almost harsh look, he swept through the border city.

The people on the street who looked at him shuddered, and hung their heads and went about their work.

The only thing that could soothe these eyes was this bear roar.

"Dad--" When this howl came out, the old lionheart's eyes softened, soft as a girl's pupils looking at her lover...

Ah, the girl looked at the sweet pupils of her lover, spewed pink happiness gas from her nostrils, poured out words of love from her mouth, her face was crimson, and the fawn bumped, oh, this state, the old lionheart looked at the little lionheart, this is the case...

And then the author flew out.

Old Lionheart's eyes softened, and he looked at the little Lionheart who appeared on the other side of the screen, and the little Lionheart cried and screamed, with a blue nose and swollen face, stretched out his arms, and ran over crying at him.

The tears of the old lionheart also flowed out, and he ran towards the little lionheart, and the tears of the old man were particularly touching, they ran against each other, hugged each other, kissed each other...

And then the author flew out again.

The old lionheart's eyes softened, and he looked at the little lionheart who appeared on the other end of the picture, the little lionheart cried, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, he stretched out his arms, and ran over crying at the old lionheart.

The old lionheart's eyes were soft, and he stretched out his hands to the little lionheart as if he wanted to hug the little lionheart, and the little lionheart suddenly felt a ball of energy condensed in the chrysanthemum, and a force erupted out! Let this little meat egg turn into a bowling ball, knocking the old lionheart and his party into the sky, and scattering it in a mess! Little Lionheart crashes into the opposite wall!

"Ten rings! Home run! ”

Then the author turned into a shining star in the sky this time.

The old lionheart and the little lionheart are worthy of being father and son, and at the same time, the action of hitting the ball knocked the author into the sky.

Little Lionheart cried with a sad face: "Dad! I'm all virtuous, and the author made me run from one end of the picture crying to this end three times! ”

Is it good twice or not, it's obviously twice or not, and the third time, I'm afraid that you will get tired of running and let you push it over with your fart!

"Ignore the second author, you're fine... The old lionheart picked up the little lion's heart and held him up happily in a circle.

Little Lionheart enjoyed the feeling of flying, and smiled happily.

The physical friction of the old lionheart's hand disappeared in that instant! Half of the turn, the little lionheart flew out and crashed into the south wall!

The little lionheart kicked his legs in the wall: "Don't let people meet father and son well... Father! the author to death, let's hug it again! ”

Don't, don't, don't, hug it, hug it, I won't make trouble...

The old lionheart pulled out the leg from the wall and took the little lionheart in his arms.

Little Lionheart cried, "Dad! I don't want to go out to war again! It's not fun! ”

"Grace ... Don't go out to war anymore ... I won't let you go to war anymore ... The old lion hugged him in his arms, and his face was full of heartache.

Don't let him go to war ... It's easier said ... Dragon. Where is the future of the Principality of Roots? I have always been loyal and never give up... In the future, you may be able to entrust the Duchy and the little lionheart to him... But...

Old Lionheart remembered the phone call from yesterday and frowned: "E." ”

The Wind Roar Sword at his waist let out a mournful roar.

Old Lionheart frowned harder.

"Uncle Wu... First saved me from a crazy woman... Then I went to save the wind roar... And then I don't know where I went... Little Lion said hesitantly.

Thousands of troops are easy to obtain, but one will be hard to find... All the saints who have been cultivated around him have gone scattered... Only E has stayed.,Even when Ren stole the scroll and was most suspicious of anyone, he stayed by my side.。。。 Don't... Old Lionheart took out Wind Roar from his waist: "Wind Roar, take me there." ”

This war has already destroyed two cities, sunk into the ground, and Zhuma, which was ignited by fire, was razed to the ground by wind and snow, and was frozen into an ice field... When the old lionheart came to Yedian with a few people, the sun was shining.

No matter how bright the sun is, it can't melt the thick ice of Yedian...

Old Lionheart saw it.

Above the ruins of the ice-crushed city, E-glow shone under the clear sky.

His whole body was frozen there, his expression was like a dream, and he stretched out his hand to the sky from afar, as if he was going to pinch something.

Is this so, the Federation withdraws, and the Sage of Rossjelde doesn't know where it went, and in the end, only our principality is left alone to fight the Empire.

There was a huge surge of energy on top of the frozen ruins, and the old lionheart took a step towards E, and the creeping ice on the ground began to wrap around and spread to his feet.

The old lionheart frowned, centered on E, was the lowest point of temperature, and this extremely low temperature maintained the permanence of this piece of ice... There is probably nothing on the planet that can dissolve this temperature.

So, E may not be dead, but what is the difference between this appearance and death?

I've heard that Rhys has been defeated, is there anyone else in the Empire? There's also Diana, but it's not clear why she didn't come, and the mafia, but Chrysanthemum III doesn't always turn to the mafia so much. There are very few people on the mainland who can release this kind of temperature, and they can guess it.

It's the Four Witches of the Hartz Mountains.

This ancient, the strong man of the previous era was synonymous with ...

Even if it is ... We'll have to fight it too, unless the Empire hands over the Camelsky and the scrolls...

What's more, the Principality has already paid a huge price, the price lost by the best person to assist my son... Old Lionheart pressed his hand on the Wind Roar Sword, the sword finally returned to the right owner's hand, the sword body trembled slightly, and at the moment when the sword was unsheathed, the enhanced light burst out, shining, making the sky full of purple clouds.

The teacher's heart pulled out the Wind Roar sword, and pointed at Penis: "Mobilize the Griffin Knights from the Lion's Roar, gather the army now, and rush." (The novel "Festival Drill War" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! )

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