The black shadows are like a god of death walking in the night, they take devilish steps, gently wave the sickle in their hands, simple but violent to take away these young and vigorous lives. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

And when the first terrible scream pierced the iron curtain of the night, it was like a raging storm...... Here we go!

On the city wall made of solid masonry, red blood was spilled down bit by bit, and the rich smell of blood spread out little by little.

The spear roared, constantly stabbing in all directions, but in this dark night, even if there was a beating flame shining brightly, the city defense army could not find too many enemies for a while, occasionally a few black shadows flashed in front of them, although the soldiers around were a little panicked because of this sudden attack, but the next moment, a soldier with a long sword, scimitar, spear and other weapons fell down together, although these black shadows are agile, short-distance movement is also quite good, Previously, a black shadow faced the siege of several city defense troops, and it was able to avoid it with agility.

However, at this time, when all kinds of weapons kept swinging down, no matter how clever these black shadows were, no matter how vigorous they were, they were helpless.

Between square inches, all of them were shrouded by the fierce spears, sharp scimitars, and sharp long swords, and before they could wave the weapons in their hands, dozens of bloody holes had appeared on the bodies of these black shadows, and dripping mottled blood kept flowing down from the black shadows.

However, at the same time as these black shadows were killed, more figures surged, suddenly emerging like a tide, and then with an earth-shattering momentum, they rushed over frantically.

These suddenly appeared figures were all wearing black tights, almost blending into the night, and ordinary people would not be able to notice it if they did not pay attention, so many guards had been attacked silently before.

However, when the roar and the clashing of weapons kept ringing out, it was impossible for these people who suddenly appeared to take advantage of those orderly guards.

On the long city wall, at this time, it has been divided into several areas by the black shadows that keep pouring out.

Scimitars and scimitars collide, swords and daggers collide, spears and sickles twist each other, and countless figures are intertwined, and the sound of weapons clashing one after another is also one after another, as if playing blood-colored music.

The two groups of figures are like two red torrents, colliding, intertwining, and merging in this darkness.

Under the hedging of thousands of people or even larger, the originally wide city wall was extremely narrow at this time, and the figures collided together, the weapons in their hands kept clashing, bringing out the red flames, and the soldiers shouted and shouted, and the violent sound was mixed with the battlefield.

On both sides of the battle, there are people who keep falling, with endless regret and unwillingness, rushing to another world.

The sudden chaos was like a magnificent waterfall falling from the sky, and the white water splashed on the stones on the ground with ten thousand powers, and then "boomed" and splashed in all directions.

When the loud shouts from the city walls rang out, the entire port of Ksovo was thrown into complete chaos.

Red flames lit from all over the city, and dragons of all sizes rose and tumbled.

The moment the flame dragon rises, in a somewhat dilapidated house, a man looks at the various objects in the house that represent countless memories, and sighs from his mouth, and the fire falls from his hand into the house behind him, and then everything that has passed has disappeared. Tearing off the clothes on his body and putting on the long-lost six-pointed star robe, from this moment on, he will return to the embrace of God.

At the same time, in a delicately furnished house, a woman who looked less than thirty years old took one last look at the infant child, and then the delicate white palm slowly stretched forward, and landed on the neck of the sleeping child little by little.

In just the next second, the cry stopped abruptly.

The woman's palm, which looked extremely weak, suddenly surged with a huge force, and with the movement of her palm, the boy's fragile bones instantly cracked, and then the whole person fell into a permanent sleep.

After doing such a crazy move, the woman's face was extremely clear, as if the crazy behavior just now was normal.

"Don't be afraid, child, the witch god will extradite your soul back into your mother's arms." With a mutter, the woman's face returned to indifference, and then, in her hand, at some point, an extra round blade appeared.

Pushing open the door, the woman's figure slowly stepped out, and then a scream kept ringing out from the courtyard, and after half a sound, it returned to calm. When the woman returned to the room again, the pale blue dress on her body had lost its original color, and the blood-colored flowers bloomed little by little on the woman's chest, and the round blade in her hand was also dripping with blood.

At this moment, the woman seems to be incarnated into a seductive demon in hell, beautiful, seductive, but extremely dangerous.

This night, similar things happened from all over the port of Ksovo, and one by one, the figures who usually did not have the slightest strange appearance became all the faithful followers of the Witch God Cult on this night.

Blood is burning, the earth is cracking, and death is harvesting souls.

People who celebrate the festival with joy probably never imagined that the world they knew had changed forever in just a few breaths.

They were dazed, helpless, and puzzled, and then it all turned into a monstrous rage, intertwined with the rising flames, and then completely enveloped the entire city.

Whether people wanted it or not, the war broke out, and without the slightest warning, the flames of war burned the city that had been quiet for too long.

War is never decided by people's will!

Whether you choose to cowardly escape or face it bravely, it will keep burning and rising until everything is reduced to dust, and even if a storm comes, it will not be able to extinguish the flames even a bit.

The order of the past has been completely shattered, and what people know and cherish has been completely burned by this fire in this night.

On Thanksgiving, people stay awake for a variety of cheerful activities.

And this night, when the red flames and the crimson blood tore through the dark sky, the people also did not sleep!