"Stand back, stand back. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "The citizens of Whitehorse who came face to face with Modima only felt that the killing god was coming, and the pressure brought to them by Modima was too great, and some of the citizens of Whitehorse were incontinent, which showed how scared they were.

They shouted hoarsely, but among the hundreds of thousands of citizens, their cries were too weak.

Because the people in the back have no idea what's really going on in front of them.

If they knew that Motima, the killing god of the Star and Moon Kingdom, had appeared, they would have to panic and flee in all directions.

"Aren't you a hero, why don't you go to fight?" Suddenly, a citizen of White Horse spotted a cavalry hero hiding his head and tail.

In addition to the cavalry heroes, there are also heroes of the archer specialty, spearman heroes, and so on, for a total of five heroes.

In Whitehorse City, except for Moore, who is still fighting bloodily, and Compot, who has become a traitor, and the heroes who died in battle, all the surviving heroes in Whitehorse City are present.

The "White Horse Heroes" usually look at each other above the top, but when it comes to the critical moment, they shrink.

After seeing the horror of Modiama, he asked the heroes of the White Horse to fight Modiama, but they retreated directly, and even gave up the battle and hid directly.

Modima once killed a fourth-order powerhouse in White Horse City, it was not only a fourth-order powerhouse, but also a hero, but in the hands of Modima, he didn't last long and died.

The hero who died in battle, arguably the most powerful person in White Horse City except for the city lord, ended up dying at the hands of Modiala, which caused a huge shock to the White Horse heroes, causing them to be so frightened that they didn't dare to squeak when they saw Modia.

The cavalry hero was red-faced and powerless to defend himself.

The same goes for the rest of the heroes.

The long years of life in the upper echelons have long eroded their ambitions.

"Fight, get up and fight."

"Aren't you heroes?" More and more residents of Whitehorse are questioning.

The five white horse heroes are embarrassed, but they have made up their minds that they will not go up to die.

If you can't beat it and rush forward, that's not heroic, that's the act of a fool.

The blood in the turntable in Motima's hand suddenly changed direction.

"Huh? Still want to run? Motima gave up on the idea of letting the citizens of Whitehorse get out of the way, and instead rushed directly with the cavalry.

"Cavalry, it's cavalry." The citizens of the White Horse City in the back finally found out what was going on, but unfortunately they found out too late, the cavalry charged, the human ace troops, and some ordinary people, it was difficult to stop it.

A bloody path appeared on the road where Motima passed, and it was a mountain of White Horse citizens.

Along the way, tens of thousands of residents of White Horse City died.

"The enemy is coming, run." The citizens of White Horse finally despaired and fled one by one, but on the outskirts of White Horse City, there were already flocks of griffons guarding them, and they had nowhere to escape.

When more than 30,000 or 40,000 people were killed or wounded again, the citizens of Whitehorse had to return to the city center.

Compared to the griffons that kill people on the periphery, at least it is relatively safe in the city center.

Because the more astute people can see who Motima seems to be looking for?

"Found you." Motima looked at a man and a woman walking briskly.

The man is middle-aged, and he has a familiar smell on his body.

The other person is a little girl, with good looks, and at a young age, she already has the appearance of a disaster for the country and the people, and when she grows up, she must be a charming disaster.

It's a pity that this beauty can charm countless people, but it can't confuse Modima's cold heart.

In this life, he lived only for war, and died only for war.

"Starry eyes?" Motima was about to kill the two of them, but he saw that the little girl had star-like eyes.

The night is gradually coming, and the stars in the sky are corresponding to her eyes, calling from afar.

"Because of the cultivation of the Xingyue Kingdom, their eyes have become different from ordinary people."

"In their eyes, there will be stars in them."

"Every person who has successfully cultivated the Star and Moon Divine Skill is the star in the sky, high in the sky."

Motima remembered that he had seen some introductions to the Zhenguo Divine Skill of the Star and Moon Kingdom in ancient books.

The little girl in front of her was exactly the same as what was recorded in that ancient book.

She is a descendant of the Star and Moon Kingdom?

His Majesty the King told us not to let it go, and to find the person who was killed immediately, and that was her?

Everything I don't understand, Motima knows everything after seeing her.

But......

Even if you are a little girl, even if you have not grown up, as long as His Majesty wants me to kill, it is impossible for you to live until tomorrow.

Motima replied from a slight shock, a sneer suddenly on his face.

"Kill!"

He wanted to kill that person with his own hands and sweep away the troubles of the Star and Moon Kingdom.

At the same time that Modima found the two, there was no one else between Modima and the two.

The thought of getting rid of her will make him look for his "medal" without any scruples, which makes Motima more and more excited.

"Miss, let's go."

These two, needless to say, are Jim and the master behind him.

Jim was rude enough to push "Miss" away, and the whole person greeted Motima.

"Drink." Suddenly, on Jim's body, a hero's unique aura appeared under his feet, Jim was actually a hero?

"Huh?" Motima was surprised, what method was used to cover up the identity of the hero?

The aura of a hero is too obvious, and it is the identity of a hero, in Modima's cognition, no one has ever seen it done, but when he looked at Jim before, he was obviously an ordinary person.

"Something interesting."

"Take you down, torture well." Motima thought to himself.

However, Jim was clearly determined to fight Mortima, and every blow was an all-out blow, without reservation, and he abandoned his defenses.

For a while, he actually suppressed Motima?

"Miss" panicked and wanted to say something, opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't get a word.

"Hurry up, I can't hold him off for long." Jim roared, the whole being in a state of explosion, but it didn't last.

"Miss" gritted her teeth, tore her beautiful skirt, increased her speed, tears spilled, and crystals dotted.

These are tears of pain, tears of helplessness, and tears of reluctance.

Again, again......

and he forsaken his companions, and—

If that's the king's path, I'd rather not.

The stars in the sky had dimmed, as if affected by her emotions and had become listless.

The stars and moon are shrouded in dark clouds, and the night is long, when is the dawn?

The brutal war continues.

An atmosphere of despair is spreading.

The danger of death is quietly coming.

"Die." Finally, Motima got impatient, it's just a way to hide the identity of a hero, what's the use of me?

I am me, the hero of the Star and Moon Kingdom, Motima.

I don't need to hide my identity, because the Star-Moon Kingdom is bound to become the next thousand-year empire.

Modiama, who is no longer merciless, has a terrifying strength that erupts.

Jim, who had just suppressed him, died tragically on Mortima's bloodthirsty spear.

The spear of the murderer devours the unwilling soul of a hero, and becomes more and more "fierce", fierce and powerful.

"Jim ......" and "Miss" did not look back, but after the end of the battle, without a sound, she knew that her last, and only companion, had left her forever.

And you, too, will join them soon, right?

It's also good to let go of everything and sleep in peace, which can be regarded as a relief for me.

She suddenly gave up running, gave up hope, and sat down on the ground.

The starry sky dimmed, as if the darkest age in human history had arrived.