This is today's sixth watch.,It's all done.,Delivery can go to sleep.,18,000 words.,It's all written.,I'm so tired.,Or ask for a collection.,Today is the last day of recommendation.,Tomorrow it's going to be recommended.,The last day of please.。

The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved......

The night sky is like a navy blue curtain, dotted with sparkling stars, and people can't help but be deeply intoxicated.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft web.

Rex called softly; "Is Chromie still there?"

"I'm here," a weak female voice came out.

A diminutive female dwarf, holding a long, taller staff, stepped out and came to Rex.

"What the hell is going on? Doesn't that mean you can't reach out to me? ”

"I haven't started to act yet, can I say that the mission is over," Rex had a big doubt, and had clearly told Rex before the crossing.

At this point in time, because of the Eternal Dragon's invasion of Yan Zòng, the Bronze Dragon's control is not as strong as the Eternal Dragon, so he can only put himself in, but then it depends on Rex's own, and the Bronze Dragon will not be of any help.

"I'll show you a picture, and you'll know," Chromie didn't answer directly, he directly waved the staff in his hand, and suddenly a mist appeared in front of Rex.

The mist slowly appeared, and the speed at which he spread was not very fast.

But it can also be seen clearly with the naked eye. Finally in front of Rex. It's all occupied by mist.

A wide wall is formed. No, it should be said that it is a light screen,

Slowly, this mist evolved into a picture.

Like a war movie, it appeared in front of Rex.

This is a battlefield, the atmosphere of desolation is permeating, and a fierce battle is going on here. The current picture is of an army, only a third of them without too many messy bandages, and their dirty armor and shattered helmets are stained with blood. Their weapons were also jagged with curly mouths, covered in splashes of solidified crimson.

The footage floats continuously, as if recorded in the air, and the angle is adjusted to make it clear that they are stationed on the top of a small hill. The hill looked like it was just a fold in the undulating earth around them. The vegetation had been cut down to form defensive ramps, and a grim-faced man commanded the work. There are no safe fortifications here. There are no castles or fortresses. They chose to fight here simply because they had no choice.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, who was clearly their leader, walked through the troops, and the soldiers consciously dispersed to their feet. Make a way for him. His armor was as tattered as the rest of the people, but the difference was that this armor, with inexplicable runes carved into it, obscured the armor underneath, a helmet on his head, and a dark red sword in his hand.

The leader was shouting something to the soldiers as he walked, and the sound was like a raging sea. But the soldiers seemed to understand him, and dispersed behind the barricades in an orderly manner, while the rest were responsible for filling the gaps in the defensive line.

But it's a pity that for Rex, the picture is not worthy of sound, and he can't hear these people clearly.

Bursts of shouts filled around him, and Rex could only tell from the images that it was the last cry of the tired soldiers in their lives ready to fight. Collectively, they raised their swords and spears towards the blood-red sky, pointing their shields in the direction of a nearby mountain range. In that direction, the rust-colored and purple earth was pouring out with an irresistible force.

A black and green army rushed up the nearest ridge.

Black is their armor, green is their skin.

It's a group of nightmarish creatures with strong bodies. Their turquoise faces, their drooping jaws were distinct, their fangs turned up, their flat noses twitching like dogs from time to time, and their small, bloodthirsty eyes were filled with only red hatred.

Their skin was covered with moss, and their backs were hunched.

Under the rays of the dying sun of this world, their ebony-handled weapons and brilliant armor glowed with a strange brilliance. After occupying the entire top of the mountain, they collectively let out a war howl, which resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the earth under their feet trembled.

The soldiers also responded with a call sign. The green creatures rushed this way, and the humans rained down on them with a rain of red arrows over and over again. The monsters in the front row fell to the ground with arrows, and in the blink of an eye, they were trampled to death by the rushing up from behind. Then another volley began, and another wave of savage monsters fell to the ground with arrows, once again devoured by the huge legions behind them.

The green-skinned monsters had rushed to the front in the blink of an eye, the black-green tide shattering the fragile wooden barrier. The scattered pieces of wood could no longer stop the storm. The line had sunk inward, and the soldier closest to him had fallen, pierced by a large black spear. Where the warrior fell, a green-skinned nightmare was howling and lunging at him.

The defense line collapsed, and the humans were brutally killed one after another, and the ferocious green monsters, they tore apart a qiē, shattering the obstacles that stood in their way.

Finally, the armored human was carrying a dark red sword, slashing and slashing with one sword.

As if he didn't know how to be tired, he repeated the same movements like a machine.

But the speed at which he took out the sword became slower and slower, and finally the dark red sword was not swung at all.

He fell, like the rest of the humans.

Torn apart by the green monster, a monster with fangs on his name and a hunched back opened his mouth, and you bite him in one bite, and I bite him in one bite.

The picture came to an abrupt end, and all of it disappeared.

Well, Rex was silent, and at last he groaned for a moment before he spoke; "The last one to die,"

When he said this, Rex couldn't say any more.

"Yes, that's the Arathi tribe, one of the most powerful tribes of the human race, and the dead are just as you think,"

"It's Soradin!" Chromie was cold, extremely indifferent, and his words without any emotion rang out. (To be continued......)