"The peasant lives in a country ruled by a tyrant, and he has to hand over a lot of food and money every year, and the family he leaves behind sometimes does not have enough to eat." The man sighed, "Sometimes, people can do anything in a hurry, and the village where the peasant is located has rebelled, and he, as a man in the village, was conscripted as a soldier when he was eighteen years old, and for three years, he went from an unknown pawn to a soldier who led the army. ”

"His fate did not allow them to be the rebels, and the tyrant of the country died on the day they were about to storm the royal city, because he was assassinated by his brother, who made himself king and became the new king of the country." The man said, "Those defeated soldiers who had no morale turned out to be like a change overnight, with the help of the power of the dragon that they got out of nowhere, the peasant rebels were crushed in an instant, until there was still the last high-ranking army left, the new king was going to punish them for their crimes, he was going to destroy the gang at the main gate of the royal city, and the peasants were finally sentenced to cut off their legs, some to cut off their arms, and some even gouged out their eyes, well, these are all tortures in the ancient kingdom." ”

"And what about the last." Oriana asked.

"In the end, the farmer died, he was sick and he was estimated to have tetanus." The woman said that he was just guessing, but the peasant was indeed dead.

"That's the end of this story, isn't it boring." Oriana said.

"Of course not." The man continued.

"When that soul died, he didn't complain about anything, and the people who died because of this rebellion were complaining that fate drove them not to get what they wanted." "The soul is still pure," said the man, "without a trace of filth. ”

Outside the barrier of the altar, Morad has tried many times, trying to forcibly break the light shield in front of him, all the spellcasters have gathered together, they are discussing how to break through the barrier, the gods have cleared a lot, the gods have few obstacles, the battle is almost over, but Solomon is another bigger war in front of him,

Shen Luyu was playing happily with a pistol, but he was ordered to evacuate, and the gods around him had already left one after another, and the last of Shen Luyu's followers left.

And Solomon, who was at the altar, thought that the descendants of the gods had given up, and this was a prelude to worshipping himself as king. Morad and his party didn't think so, because they were arranging a big attack, which was enough to put three generations of gods to sleep in an instant, but it might destroy the history and artifacts that they cherished, but in order to prevent a bigger disaster, it might be the best choice to forget that history.

"It's dangerous to have scavengers with different fuels. We need time, isn't there any other way? Someone said.

"Only then will we have a chance of winning." Morad said.

"We have other methods, it is indeed not feasible to change the fuel, although we have a spare 'Keith' alchemy potion, and we can even use a large amount of 'soul hallucinogen' as a replacement, but as human beings, we will suffer a lot." Arthur walked out of the rear of the army, Arthur's injuries were stabilized, although he couldn't lift the ban on his soul to go to the battlefield to kill the priest now, he still knew about Fira.

"Then what else can we do?" Morad asked.

"Spell binding. I don't know how many spellcasters can master this ability now. Arthur suddenly made an observation.

"There are only a few people." A lot of people put their heads down because that ability is really hard.

"How many are there?" Morad seemed to know what Arthur was thinking.

"At most, ten." Someone said.

"Well, even if you have already come into contact with the spell at that level, let's come, we are short on time, see if we can succeed, as long as we can bind the spell to a scavenger, it is estimated that there will be a way." Morad said.

"What's that?" Shen Luyu asked Doge who had returned here because of the emergency evacuation, and Doge's whole person seemed to be languishing and listless.

"Spell binding?"

"Yes."

"That's a way to release the spell, the activation of the spell takes time, the stronger the more time is needed, because he not only needs the soul power of the person, but also needs some kind of energy in the world, and the spell binding is to bind the spell to a medium that can provide powerful energy, such as a bomb, and then a power blade," Dogge explained weakly, "At the moment of the explosion, the instantaneous energy it releases is very large, and the spell is released directly in the case of some kind of expansion and charging, and it does not take time, It can also have the desired effect, but this thing is too difficult, and few people in the whole of Akrel can master this power. ”

"Still don't understand."

"Forget it, when you return to the military headquarters, you will learn spells and alchemy, and you will know by then." Dogg said.

"Oh."

Solomon looked at the dragon soul that had begun to stop its rage, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness, a huge race was actually extinct like this, or there are such a kind of people who have been sealed somewhere, but there is no longer the majesty of the past, if they can be reborn, they will not take revenge and only think about how to live, he suddenly remembered the former kingdom of God, isn't it also in the night, everything has changed, the gods are asleep, the kingdom of God is destroyed, only the descendants of the gods who are favored by the creator god remain.

"Those abominable gods." Solomon was like a wolf.

Solomon devoured the dragon soul, it was unexpectedly relaxed, he felt that his body was changing, his body seemed to be disappearing, suddenly a feeling of weightlessness, he looked at his body, began to become transparent, he did not feel any discomfort, but felt unexpectedly relaxed, at this time, in his mind, there were a lot of memories that did not belong to him, but the memory was so familiar, he suddenly found that it was the life he had spent in himself, the fate of being framed, the fate of the rebel, the fate of the beggar.

"Man, how humble." Solomon lamented, "If there were God's power, power, and money, then there would be no mercy from fate."

"Later." Oryna sat on the sand dunes and looked at the battlefield that was shining with white light.

"That soul was reincarnated as a beggar, he was originally a very rich family, but he was plotted by the enemy, he was the only one left in the whole family, he was broken leg, he only had one arm left, so, he couldn't do work to support himself, so, he became a beggar, the ancient kingdom in history, there will always be disasters, it's like a drought, how many peasants are starving to death in their own homes, not to mention a beggar, the beggar has half a bread in his hand, he hasn't eaten for three days, but he is not willing to eat, The dough is getting hard. "As he moved to some alley, he saw a man of the same fate as him, but the man in front of him was dying of starvation, and he gave his food to the beggar out of sympathy, and. ”

"That soul is really miserable." Oriana said sympathetically.

"The creator knows all this, and he is just waiting for a soul who never complains about fate, because he wants to choose a 'surrogate' in the world. Let him manifest the majesty and omnipotence of the Creator God. ”