"Holy Lord."

"You're here." The Saint Monarch got up from his seat, "Is Hongling gone?" ”

"I should be gone."

"Prepare for war."

"Uh, yes." The man was stunned for a moment and replied.

"The king, the holy king, the holy king is not dead, he is here again with the army." The servant panicked.

Han Bing nodded and said, "If that's the case, no one died at his hands." ”

"But those subjects are indeed dead, and the hearts of the elves are in turmoil." Blade said coldly.

"You're just changing yourself to keep yourself alive, aren't you?"

"If you have to think so, I won't say no."

Han Bing looked at the back of the lonely departure, his heart had to fall little by little, took a deep breath, and said, "Prepare for war." ”

The two armies confronted each other, and suddenly, it rained, and it became heavier and heavier, and the blade stood on the top of the palace, and said with a smile: "Look, the sky is crying, and you will all have the same result if you fight again." ”

The Saint Monarch looked at the blade and felt that he didn't belong to either side, "What do you know? ”

"I don't know anything." Blade said softly, "Rainy days are the best time to assassinate. ”

Han Bing was slightly stunned, he felt that the blade wanted to express something, but he couldn't figure it out, "Retreat." Blade watched all this coldly, and left silently, the Holy Monarch pondered, and actually left, perhaps, the war never started, it was all like a dream, and the ending was already doomed.

Hanyue is dead, Chunlian is also dead, Hede has amnesia, Xin Mu lets go of everything just for what he loves, Bi Yu is sad and broken, the blade cuts off the concern, the cold ice is hurt by love, but the illusion is ignorant, the holy monarch misses the past, the red face sleeps in the soil, and the red Ling is full of hatred......

All the scenery and things have changed, and even the years have not been lost.

"Holy Monarch, Hongling is here to say goodbye."

"Ling'er hasn't left yet?"

"This is leaving."

"I'll give you a ride."

"No need, I just need one thing."

"Oh?" The Holy Monarch was surprised, "What does Ling'er want?" ”

A knife stabbed into the heart of the Holy Monarch, another knife, another knife, "I want your life, I want to see if you have a heart!" ”

"Ling'er, you are really still persistent."

"Persistence? If you can't let go, why let me put it down! I'm leaving, and with you, I will never give up. "Hongling said, killed himself, and fell together with the Holy Monarch - if this can really last a lifetime, I am willing to do everything - in the pool of blood, there is a tear, expressing all the sadness.

"Hongyan took everything that belonged to me, and now, I have also taken everything from her, even if it is the cost of my life......"

The God of Destruction looked at it and smiled, "Who is whose destiny, and who is whose calamity?" ”

The dusty memory broke out of the ground and destroyed Shinto: "Back then, Hongyan and Yu Chao made a private agreement for life, and was discovered by Hongling, Hongyan not only took away Hongling's favorite man, but also deprived a sister of her love for her sister, from love to hate, Hongling killed Yu Chao, Hongyan fled, the Shengjun saved Hongyan and took Hongling in, but the Shengjun didn't know that they were sisters......"

At that time, the holy monarch didn't think much about it, he just wanted to dominate the world in his heart, but Hongyan woke up, everything changed, Hongling scratched Hongyan's face, and left angrily, and the holy monarch took this to save Hongyan, he tried his best to please Hongyan, but to no avail, he heard that Hongyan was interested in the world, he helped her, played a piece of the world for her, and taught her martial arts, and later, and the palace went to war, Hongyan died, the saint was sad, and recited the original vow: live in seclusion in the mountains and forests together, travel the mountains and rivers, and never ask about the world...... Hongling came again, Hongling killed the Holy Monarch, but he got his wish, so he cut himself. The God of Destruction muttered to himself, shaking his head as he spoke.

"Holy Monarch, dead." Blade was expressionless.

"Who?"

"A woman."

"King, the God of Destruction is coming."

"Well, give the order to go down and prepare for war!"

"No, it looks like you're all ready." The God of Destruction tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, "This will be your last battle, and the most beautiful battle of your life." ”

The red blood slowly flowed into a river, and there was black or red smoke everywhere, it was a one-sided massacre, but the scene was quiet and silent, and the end of every life was ...... Beautiful.

"No matter how beautiful it is, it's just a prosperous scene, and there must be an ending after all." Blade Road.

Han Bing sighed slightly: "You say, what is he for?" ”

Blade left, perhaps, he was the only one left alive in this catastrophe, "You really don't care?" ”

"Maybe." Blade looked at the God of Destruction and half-closed his eyes.

At night, Blade lay on the roof of the remnants of the palace, looking at the starry sky, shining.

The tomb of the cold ice was built next to the cold moon monument, watching quietly, like a pair of beautiful people, "Biren?" Blade watched quietly.

Time really changes everything, Blade sat on the rooftop, thinking, "Am I really broken?" "Looking at the icy tomb in the distance, a tree has grown, a tree with branches," I think it is superfluous. Blade smiled, a little helpless and bitter.

"Old Blade, do you believe it? Actually, I've been watching your every move. An icy voice sounded in my head.

"How?"

Han Bing paused, and said in his heart, "What? Is your heart dead? Sighing slightly, "What about a good one, why do you force yourself to bear things that you shouldn't bear." ”

"I've never forced it." Blade's voice was hoarse, "I don't want to hear it. ”

"Do you really believe in prosperity? Why can't you stop and see how good everyone is to you? ”

Ten years, "I'm old and don't want to think about it anymore." Blade said quietly in front of the Ice Tomb.

"Are you old?" Han Bing said softly.

Blade nodded, and the God of Destruction came, "Concern, there is another appearance." ”

"What exactly do you want?"

"I don't know, but I hate here, I hate worrying."

The blade smiled slightly, turned into scattered points of light, and scattered in all directions.

"He's dead, and there's no one left in the palace." Breaking Shinto, "It's time for me to go." The tone was rather lonely.

Dots of light were scattered on the elves, and the history of the elves began to be rewritten, and the elves knew everything, they became cold and ruthless, and they wanted revenge.

"Old Blade, you're enough! This is not an elven race, they should be kind and carefree. ”

Blade's consciousness began to blur, "Kind and carefree? Well, it shouldn't be them. ”

The king of the elves closed the page and said, "People, this is the truest history of our elves, from the memories of our ancestors. ”

"Revenge for the elves!"