The port town of Tania is located between two hills, with a series of loess peaks outside the town and an endless Gobi desert below, where a few lonely plants have also faded the color of life, as if they are integrated with the flying sand, and their withered yellow bodies sway in the wind, as if there is no hope in such an environment. In such a harsh place, except for the occasional poisonous insects and scorpions that crawl out of the ground, only the local barbarians can freely intersperse. The Tanians are not hostile to the non-divisional foreigners, so it is rare to see travelers killed by the barbarians, and the real ones who will kill people are in the Tanian wilderness, which is also jokingly called "the twenty-four ways to die in the Tania wilderness". Lack of water, lack of food, severe cold weather at night, sudden storms, poisonous insects and beasts in the Gobi Desert, these are the top five common ways to die, as for the next nineteen ways to die...... Anyway, it is nothing more than a difference in form, and the result of the so-called twenty-four ways to die is basically no different from stepping on a banana peel and breaking your head. But at least for the barbarians, they are very experienced in the arrival of natural disasters and can avoid them in advance; In the same way, they know the habits of poisonous insects very well, and they will not provoke these unguardable little things casually; In the vast desert, they can easily find a place to rest, protect themselves from the cold at night, or replenish their water and food, such as an oasis in the middle of a few raised mounds, or a scoop of water in a hollowed out hole under a mushroom rock.

This creates the tenacious vitality of the barbarians, who are said to belong to Tania by nature, who are the masters of the land, and this is nature's recognition of the warriors of adversity. In other words, if you are a traveler from the Barron Empire or the Kingdom of Rhodeland, you will be shocked by the harshness of nature for the first time, and you will be forever reduced to a skeleton in the desert if you take a single step. The world-famous adventurer Maxim, according to legend, stayed at a hotel the day after arriving in Tania and stopped his journey. It wasn't until a few days later that he overcame his fear of the unchanging land and reluctantly returned to his journey, but he hired several barbarian guides to ensure that his journey could continue safely.

But at this moment, there are people walking in the wilderness of Tania without fear.

On the loess peak outside the town, an indifferent man in black and a sword walked at the forefront, followed by the necromancer Sandru. The former is as cold as an iceberg, and can never waste a syllable if he can speak half a sentence, while the latter is full of awe and does not dare to speak. Sandru was a wise man, and he knew that his mission was perfect, and that the supreme master would be very pleased with him, but he was not prepared to put up any bullshit, and he even made up his mind to maintain two hundred percent respect for the swordsman in front of him until he had obtained the corresponding position.

He never thought it was cowardice, on the contrary, it was the plain zhì that a wise and brave person should have.

Brave to move into the future, but cautious -

Sandru turned his head and looked a hundred meters behind him with pity, he felt that he really looked up to the young human.

I really don't know whether to live or die.

He shook his head, remembering his first judgment of Green. At that time, he thought that this was a necromancer of Deya, and he didn't know where to get the news, trying to stop his rise, but a fight in Deadwood City made him dispel this idea. Grimm can't be a necromancer, someone who deals with necromancy, maybe he can fool a warlock who is on the same side, but he can't hide the druid who gets along day and night.

These guys who shout that nature is life are too sensitive.

If it weren't for the rare magical equipment that he himself had to conceal his aura, how could he dare to go to the realm of elves to do such a bold act? But then again, without Grimm, who would have thought that a necromancer would dare to walk into the City of Deadwood and even find a White Druid to entrust him with a mission?

Sandru grinned involuntarily, he was in a good mood and proud of his past plans.

As for the two times that were thwarted by Green?

It's just a coincidence.

"How."

As if sensing Sandru's pride, the swordsman who was steadily moving forward in front of him looked sideways over his iceberg-like face and said coldly. But rather than a question, the voice sounded more like a narrative, and one couldn't help but wonder if the adult was even freezing his own tone.

That's exactly what Sandru thought, but he didn't dare to ask, a little gossip, he was going to save until he reached the Dark Throne. I heard that the "king's left hand" was an approachable old wizard, and perhaps there would be more conversation between them.

Therefore, he restrained any expression that might cause misunderstanding, and replied respectfully: "My lord, that human boy has been following us for a long time, do you want to ......" Of course, Sandru knew that the other party had known about Green's follow, otherwise he would not be worthy of that series of names.

But is this adult so fond of being followed?

Sandru couldn't figure out his inaction, and said in his heart that this one was really as unpredictable as the rumors.

“……”

The black-clothed swordsman raised his eyes slightly, and his sword-sharp eyes startled Sandru.

He didn't do anything, though.

The swordsman, revered by all necromancers, was silent for a moment, then turned and moved on. He's still the same thing.

"Don't bother."

Sandru had no choice but to say yes and remained silent again and followed him.

The two of them will soon walk to the heights of the Loess Peak.

And less than a hundred yards behind the two of them, the stubborn young man was staring at their movements, or as the necromancer said, this is simply an act of not knowing whether to live or die, but in this world, who knows how Green is feeling at the moment?

It was a few minutes ago, when Green realized that he had made a huge mistake and should have tried desperately to make up for it.

It's an option.

Alternatively, he can also take advantage of the opportunity of the enemy to temporarily spare himself and flee quickly, leaving the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood.

This is also an option.

But Green didn't rush up and make a move like a desperate man, nor did he immediately run away.

He just clutched the hilt of his two-handed greatsword, hung behind the two without saying a word, and followed them out of the town and onto the mountain road shrouded in yellow sand.

Green's gaze was locked on the swordsman and the necromancer, in front of his eyes, it should be the scene of the two of them walking one after the other, but I don't know if it was a hallucination or a conjecture, but what he saw was several pictures of black and fire, the necromancer was nowhere to be seen, only the swordsman in a slender trench coat reaching the ground, condescending and indifferent in his eyes-

Green watched the sun slowly set below the mountains, and the camp in the afterglow was pitch black, like a shadow in the wilderness. By the time they arrived, the battle had long since ended, and the black smoke of gunpowder rose in the sky, surrounding the blood-colored glow of the sunset, reflecting the tragic scene after the battle, and the corpses of the soldiers fell backwards in a radial shape like straw ploughed by a sickle. The weapons in their hands were all broken, and there were still expressions of consternation on their faces, almost all of them died under one move, and even the blood splashed together like a beautiful totem. Standing in front of these soldiers was their general, the supreme leader of the camp, a valiant warrior who stood alone with a great sword and tenacious perseverance, but only when he stepped forward could he see his disgraced face and his throat pierced by a sword.

And the figure who slowly walked away from this battlefield, wiped his pitch-black long sword.

Green also saw the countless players in front of him coming forward one after another, everyone's anger was ignited by the fluttering "you are not worthy", at that moment, the players had nothing to reserve, the colorful equipment almost shook his eyes, but in a trance, he saw that the number of people in the team was rapidly decreasing, whether it was a team with tacit understanding, or a face fighter with outstanding strength, all of them were like balloons thrown on the ground, as long as they stepped on it casually, it would burst - and then it was his turn, and he hurriedly raised his sword, Just in time to meet the enemy's backwater eyes, he didn't have time to think, "What kind of eyes are they?" Yunyun only remembered the lightning kicks and heart-wrenching pain, and then the slow death.

He was the only one in that carnage battle who wasn't killed in a single move.

"Stop."

Green roared, he had a premonition of what was going to be, so he desperately tried to stop the unreal image in front of him, he waved his arms vigorously to tear it away, but nothing could stop it.

He saw it again.

It was like a long nightmare, and despair arose from the hearts of men, and the withered land was endless, and the sky was gloomy, and the castle, which had been named in the name of friendship, had no longer been prosperous, and was abandoned in the middle of this gray plain, and the people fled from its side in a hurry, looking down from the air like a plagued ant nest, and the black and oppressive ant colonies poured out frantically. And so they flew in a majestic manner, their huge wings flapping with a heavy sound of the wind, and the flames of the burning orchid between the gray bones burned between the ribs, as if in response to the howl of the heavens, and the flames ploughed out of the decaying palm groves, leaving several strips of scorched earth hundreds of feet long, attached to the molten metal and flying ashes, the traces of demonic rage.

The war has come to an end, the undead of Diya, the mercenaries of Nigon, the demons of Ofer...... Here, the dark coalition uses human blood to carve a deep bone of shame for their enemies. The knight folds the halberd, and the priest sinks. The glory of the people of the Fallen and Mori is gone, and even the sacred unicorn Peng Qia can only be left tragically left with a disemboweled, disemboweled, and eaten by the three-headed monsters from the Hell Sulfur River - but the people have not given up hope, because there is a dazzling figure still standing on the last wall of the wall, leading the Legion of the Guards who are not afraid of death, and the paladins who are favored by the light, proving to the people that the royal family is still their last protection. And the frustrated players also saw this scene, they once desperately thought that this was an unwinnable battle, so most of them left the battle, but now, they found that war can give people more than winning and losing, although it is not clear, but the seeds in their hearts grow rapidly, so these adventurers among the indigenous people take up arms again. They returned to the battlefield, fighting alongside the not-so-tall figure.

Until the last drop of mana on the battlefield returned to the arms of Emperor Dilan.

She is a high-ranking princess, she has a bright future that ordinary people can't reach, but she chooses to stay, for the fleeing people, then for the remnants of the kingdom, and finally for these adventurers who are actually "not sorry to die".

Even if she was buried in a land she wasn't familiar with.

Standing atop the city walls, in the midst of two golden-helmeted paladins, she unleashed the last of her magic on the surging Dark Alliance.

[Radiant Array], the Wizards' Guild recognizes light and fire spells with a level 5 difficulty and an effect of up to the Nine Rings.

Every player who evacuated witnessed her swan song on the border line of the Winter Forest.

Then he was beheaded by a sword.

The black-clothed black sword, as if taking a leisurely walk, easily cut off the graceful head of the graceful body before the two paladins could react.

The silence of that moment was death.

Green was already in tears.

In the past scenes, the scene he wanted to forget the most and the most unforgettable was cruelly peeled off the dust and displayed in front of his eyes.

But at this moment, he no longer has the fear of memory pictures.

It's as if something in my heart has been pulled out.

Green took a deep breath.

"The deceased should lie down on the ground instead of going out for a walk."

He still vaguely remembers the inspiring witticism of the person who tugged at the heartstrings of every player in front of the public.

That is Her Royal Highness the Princess, the shining pearl of the Kingdom of Rhodesland.

In a trance, Green seemed to see her smile again, her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, and her polite words sounded sincere from the heart.

"I'm Sephilia, Mr. Adventurer, and the kingdom will rely on your strength in the future."

He shook his head, feeling an inexplicable power in his heart.

I'm sorry Your Highness the Princess, but we ...... Disappointed you.

Green silently raised the big sword in his hand, and all the hallucinations in front of him disappeared, only two figures between the loess.

And in his sight, there was only the black sword.

But at the very least, please let me break the ties of the past and say goodbye to my weakness, childishness, and hesitation.

Even if it's just a foolish impulse.

So this young man from a small country town, facing the scorching sun in this wild land, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, in the most standard military two-handed swordsman's preparatory posture, towards the old enemy engraved in his soul, launched a one-man charge without hesitation.

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