"Five hundred years ago, the Nine Demons entered the WTO, the continent was turbulent, and the lives were devastated......"

"At the suggestion of the Great Leader of the Demon Clan at that time, the Midnight Lantern God, the Eight Ancient Families took out the lifeblood root of their clan and handed it over to the Lantern God to refine it with a soul lamp, which successfully sealed the Nine Demons and ended the turmoil......"

"But since then, the eight major families have lost their lifeblood, and in order to survive, they have to use some special dirty means to maintain the prosperity of the family and not ...... decline."

When the writing department heard this, a wave of resentment arose, and he naturally guessed what the special dirty methods that the owner of the water tribe said!

I saw a wave of the text department's hand, and a broken maple leaf appeared in the palm of his left hand, and he looked at it fixedly, and the depth of his eyes became more and more vicious, as if in his mind, the scenes of the past resurfaced......

However, at this time, the head of the water tribe didn't seem to notice the strangeness of the writing department, but in the depths of his eyes, there was a little more hatred......

He continued: "As the head of the eight ancient families, the dragon clan pretends to be noble and extraordinary, and disdains to use these methods, as a result, the dragon egg cannot be recovered, and after losing the root of its lifeline, it ends up with a self-consolidating mountain, alas. ”

"Now that the wrath of the nine demons in the dragon clan has escaped again, it seems that this catastrophe can't be avoided......"

"Senior," after the Writing Department took back the broken maple leaf, he clenched his fists and said respectfully, "Since the Eight Great Families of the Ancient Dynasty were able to stand up five hundred years ago, why should they be shrunken turtles now, ignoring the people of the world!"

Hearing this, the head of the Shui clan sighed weakly and said, "Little friend of the Writing Department, it's not that my clan is timid, but it's really powerless, we ...... It's also human......"

After listening to this, the writing department nodded noncommittally, everyone has their own way of life, everyone has their own choice.

is just like what Ling Fei once said: You take it as your responsibility to save the people on the mainland, but this doesn't mean that everyone has to be like this.

In the prosperous times, we are outcasts, but the troubled times are coming, why do we need to save the world?

Just like the eight great families of ancient times, they once used the lifeblood of their own clan to protect the world, but after ushering in the peaceful years, no one cared, and now the disaster has struck again, and the world has asked them to go out of the mountain, which is really ...... It's ridiculous!

Seeing this, the writing department no longer insisted on it, and said with a fist in a respectful voice: "Since this is the case, the juniors will retire first, but the matter of the nine demons, the seniors should not be alert." ”

"This is natural, I will arrange for someone to strengthen the seal after I go back, but there is one more thing ......," the head of the water tribe said solemnly.

"What's the matter, senior, but it doesn't hurt to say. ”

After hearing this, the head of the water tribe looked embarrassed, as if it was difficult to decide, hesitated again and again, and finally spoke: "Be careful of the midnight light god!"

"What!" the Writing Section stared at the majestic old man in front of him, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly said this, but it was obvious that he must know something about the catastrophe of the five hundred years of reincarnation.

But seeing that he didn't speak anymore, the Writing Section didn't continue to ask, but looked at him vigilantly, and agreed with some duplicity: "Senior, I remember." ”

After hearing this, the head of the water clan nodded, and then the conversation changed sharply, and suddenly asked, "You...... Why don't you bring Ning'er with you?"

Hearing this, although it was a little inexplicable, he still said truthfully: "I won't tell you, the road I took is very dangerous, I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect itself, and it is a better choice to let Ning Er stay in the clan." ”

"But I can see that she wants to be there for you. ”

The seniors laughed, and those who could not protect themselves could not protect them, so they should back down and leave. After the writing department finished speaking, he no longer gave the head of the water tribe a chance to refute, and turned to leave.

Looking at the departing back of the writing department, the eyes of this majestic old man actually revealed a little sadness and nostalgia, and he muttered: "I will protect her ...... for you."

What no one noticed was that the head of the family looked at Ning'er with eyes that did not look like a father......

......

After the writing department left, I recalled the conversation I had just had with the head of the water tribe, and although there was nothing particularly wrong, it always made people feel very strange.

Coupled with the previously discovered abnormality of the turtle Mumu, the head of the Writing Department is like a paste, and it is a mess, and everything is difficult to sort out.

But fortunately, she safely sent Ning'er back to the Water Tribe, and handed her over to her father with her own hands, so all this can come to an end, and now it's time to set off and rush to the Snow Fang King City!

Although the dirty methods of the eight ancient families mentioned by the head of the Shui clan before had a considerable impact on him, the writing department knew in his heart that now was not the time to care about these unbearable past events.

Because in the near future, there will be a tough battle to be fought in the Snow Fang King City, and this battle is related to the fate of the entire human race, and even the final direction of the entire Demon Barbarian Continent!

All the mysteries, all the forces surging in the dark, will be revealed one by one in this battle, and only the winner is qualified to determine the general trend.

The Writing Department also doesn't know what kind of role he will play in this battle, what kind of identity he will appear in, and whether he will be able to call a perfect curtain call in the end.

All he knew was ...... Go to Snow Fang King City!

......

At this time, at night, on the walls of the Snow Fang King City......

Ge Dong, the captain of the first generation of the Imperial Fang Battalion, was standing on the city wall and looking into the distance, looking at the stars flickering in the boundless night, as if he had something on his mind.

A few days ago, after being told that all the members of the Imperial Fang Camp had followed General Purple Pupil to the Demon Realm, Ge Dong was like an unemployed vagrant, and he no longer returned to the Royal Fang Camp base, but had nothing to do, wandering around all day long.

Although he didn't cause trouble, he couldn't see that his students were so decadent, so he arranged for him to go to the Wangcheng Guard Army as a squad leader.

Here, he listened to the heroic deeds of those Dapeng, and couldn't help but recall the days when the Imperial Fang Camp was first built nine years ago, when all the young abilities got along day and night, shared weal and woe, and formed a deep friendship.

Then, there was the nightmarish tragedy of the Imperial Fang Camp, because of his own willful behavior, the members of the Royal Fang Camp were blasted into a blood mist in front of their eyes, and there were no corpses......

In the end, what appears in front of Ge Dong is to discover that the Roc has joined the Ember of Doom and broken off for his partner, only to die under the Desolate Knife......

At this time, Ge Dong stood on the city wall, recalling the scenes of the past, and couldn't let go of it for a long time.

In recent days, when he was patrolling, he found the frequent appearance of the demon clan and the elf clan outside the city, all kinds of unusual, which made Ge Dong have a hunch that something bad would happen in the near future......