PS: Due to the design of the hero's backstory, many people think that there are three tribes in the Giant God Peak, but in fact, they all belong to one ethnic group--- the Rakkor. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThey are also known as the Stanpar or the Sun. This article uses the Stanpar people~!

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The top of the Giant God Peak

At this time, it was noon, and the scorching sun was scorching, illuminating everything.

The top of the Giant God Peak is a dangerous place, not that it is the highest point of the Giant God Peak, but it is too steep here, and if you are not careful, you will fall off the cliff and break your bones.

It was in such a dangerous place that a warrior sat cross-legged on the ground with a spear in his hand.

This warrior **** wears a strong body, and his strong muscles are densely scarred, which belongs to the warrior medal, and he is the most brave warrior, and is respected as the king of war - Pan Sen.

Pan Sen sat with his eyes closed, motionless, until a shadow came to him in the form of a beam of sunlight.

This shadow is naturally extremely beautiful, with wheat-colored healthy skin, paired with the exclusive Dawn Armor, it can be said that it complements each other, she is the goddess of Dawn of the Sampa tribe - Leona.

After finishing the day's work as soon as possible, Leona made it to the top of the Giant God Peak, and saw Pan Sen, who had been waiting for her for a long time by her orders.

Leona sat cross-legged beside Pan Sen, side by side with Pan Sen, staring at the dazzling sun in the distant sky.

"Panson, why is there a war?" It was a long time before Leona asked.

Panson glanced at Leona, it wasn't the first time she had asked him that.

Panson still gave her a familiar answer: "Because we need to survive." ”

Leona seemed to have known Panson's answer for a long time, and her expression didn't change much, still a little sad.

“...... Why should people of the same tribe face each other? Leona asked, not so much as a sigh.

Panson looked thoughtfully at the horizon, he didn't know how to answer, he realized that the worst might be coming—Diana, for revenge.

But....... Pan Sen also didn't understand, obviously they were the same tribe, why did they still have a blood feud with each other?

Why should the mistakes of predecessors be imposed on future generations?

If those old immortals were only targeting Diana alone, maybe things would have taken a turn for the better, but ...... How could Diana's power belonging to the moonlight be an accident!

Panson thought a lot, Leona's question he didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, he wasn't a thinker, he was just a warrior, a warrior born to protect the tribe! After a long sigh, Leona's eyes wandered over Pan Sen's body, she moved her body, rested her head on Pan Sen's lap, closed her eyes quietly, and whispered, "I'm so tired." ”

Pan Sen reached out to touch the goddess's face, but he was a little hesitant, and after two or three consecutive stretches, Pan Sen gritted his teeth, stroked the goddess's hair, and held her soft twing.

Panson didn't know how to speak, his mouth was so stupid that he couldn't say anything comforting.

"I would... Guard... You... Guys. Like a promise, but also like an unconfident lightness, Pan Sen said this sentence, but the voice of the last word was inaudible.

Listening to Pan Sen's words, a faint gentle smile bloomed on Leona's lips.

This is very rare Leona: gentle, kind, no longer the usual tenacity, seriousness.

This is also the real Leona - wrapping her soft heart in her armor, wielding shields and heirlooms, leading the tribe behind her to prosperity.

"My goddess, you know, whether you are the choice of the sun or not! I'll protect you! Pan Sen looked at the beautiful Leona in a daze, his eyes were full of man's tenderness, for a warrior, this is the most precious, but also the most rare.

Leona opened her beautiful eyes, looked into Panson's eyes and said, "I know, I always know." ”

Then Leona sighed softly, "But what about her! ”

Finally....... Speaking of... She... ?

Pan Sen took a deep breath, clenched Leona's soft, and confirmed, "She, is she still here?" ”

Leona nodded at first, and then said, "I feel it, the energy of the moon is surging, celebrating, she has become the goddess of the moon. ”

Pan Sen gritted his teeth, let go of Leona's softness, clenched his fists, and said word by word: "For!" Miscellaneous! Whatever! ”

Leona shook her head, she knew what Pan Sen wanted to ask: the Stampa tribe is also known as: the Sun Clan, they revere the sun and can inherit the power of the sun, but in a tribe that inherits the sun, there is a clansman with the power of the moon!

This is really a kind of irony!

And that tribe was Diana's mother.

"I remember that she once said that people don't want to die because there are still a lot of people to care about, and there are no wishes that have come and been fulfilled." Leona was reminiscing, and a sentence she had said came to mind, and when she thought of it, she said it, and then asked, "Aren't we the ones she cares about?" Moreover, she has fulfilled that wish! ”

Pan Sen sighed and said, "If something really happened to you back then, I don't think I would be much better than her!" ”

Listening to Pan Sen's words, Leona had a warm current flowing through her heart, and at the same time, she was telling herself in her heart that she must not let the tribe go back to the old way!

"Speaking of which, I've been feeling uneasy lately." Pan Sen frowned.

"Me too, she's really worrying." Leona explained.

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Death is not the end, the journey has just begun......

Karthas is the messenger of annihilation, the undead spirit. I have never seen its terrifying figure, and I have heard its ghostly elegy first.

The living fear the spirits of the undead who will never be able to transcend life, but Karthhas sees only beauty and purity in the presence of the undead, and he sees the perfect fusion of life and death.

He's such a weirdo, oh no, can't be called human. For the time being, let's use the Death Carol to represent him.

When Karthas was reborn on the Isle of Shadows, he resolved to serve as an apostle of the undead and bring the joy of death to all mortals.

But for various reasons, he couldn't leave Shadow Island.

On this day, while studying the code given to him by Morello, the Morello code was abnormal and automatically turned to the penultimate page.

There is no record on that page.

A hint of divine brilliance appeared on Karthas's face, and he looked to the horizon..... His gaze seemed to pass through the layers of black mist of the Shadow Island and come to the sky above the Giant God Peak.

"Blessings are incomparable, and disasters are not singular."

In his mouth, he slowly chanted these eight words.

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Let's put it this way: Fox bel sings, sweet waist, thin hips, long legs, long chest, big breasts, tender skin, good water, and a non-sticky Ahri will appear in the Giant God Peak.

Well, I think Leona and Ahri are a couple~

I...... I don't think that's how it was written, right? Also, this is an addition for the stars on a snowy night, it's a little late, but there are still drops after all! （~~~~(& gt; _& lt; )~~~~）