In December 998, the year of the bilunar calendar, the cold winter came.

Outside Tempest, the orcs set up human corpses in a pile and burned them with flames. This race believes in the glory of war, and they disdain to kill the poor of humanity, yet there are still human beings who have become slaves and die because of resistance and struggle.

The orcs carry out organized burning work, so that the removal of dead bodies can prevent the emergence of infectious diseases.

Above the walls of Storm City, Thunder, the king of the beast clan with two long swords at his waist, had a gloomy face, and flames were quietly burning in his eyes.

"So, the little princess is no longer in Jade City?" He asked, his voice cold enough to make Catwoman behind her tremble.

"Yes." Catwoman lowered her head nervously and panickedly: "We followed your prompt to find the residence of the little princess, and then we found that she entered the city lord's mansion but the little princess died three years ago. ”

"Ridiculous!" Thunder reprimanded: "The little princess has the strongest defensive magic on her body, how can she die!"

He looked down at the ring on his hand, and was even more sure in his heart: this ring was a prop to break the magic on Hongyan's body, and its intact condition proved that their princess was now safe.

But even so, it is still a fact that Hongyan's whereabouts are unknown.

"Immediately mobilize 100,000 people to Jade City!" Annoyed in his heart, Thunder gave an order that was diametrically opposed to history.

"But Lord Wang, the army hasn't rested yet."

Catwoman was taken aback, the Orcs had not occupied the Tempest Grasslands for a few days, and all the armies needed to rest and replenish their strength, and Thunder's order was really unexpected - not to mention that their intended route was to pacify the fragile South before they could nibble on the mighty North.

The trail of that little princess turned out to be more important than the strategy of the beasts!

Thunder's thoughts make Catwoman scratch her head, but this person has always been such a proficient reader.

"No problem, I'll go over and cut down that city myself!"

He made a decision that was even more shocking than the invasion of Jade City.

"Lord Wang, this war is not worth exposing the strength of you and General Bai Qi!" Catwoman knelt on the ground and pleaded, "We can send more troops, and please think twice." ”

For the entire beast clan, the power of Thunder and Bai Qi is a killer existence. Before they can face the real threat of this world, both Thunder and Bai Qi have to hide their edges.

However, Thunder had no intention of changing his mind.

"It's okay, I'm in my own way." He touched the two long swords at his waist and sneered: "On second thought, wouldn't it be more reassuring for me to show a little bit of minions?" ”

The world is always suspicious of the unknown, but when the enemy reveals a little bit of the 'truth', this truth often confuses others and makes people misestimate what the enemy is capable of.

In the afternoon of this day, Thunder, the king of the beast clan, led 100,000 people to Jade City.

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On the other side, Xia Han left the northbound ship halfway and returned to Jade City alone.

He searched for many places, and finally saw Wujing on the city wall, and the time happened to be dusk and the setting sun dyed the clothes of the two red.

"According to the intelligence, a big man is coming this way."

Wujing turned to look at Xia Han and narrowed his eyes: "But that big man is not you." ”

Xia Han naturally didn't know about the king of the beast clan coming to Jade City, and he was not interested in asking.

"I'll take your sword." That's how he spoke.

Wujing looked at him, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You walked around the beach a few times, sang a few songs, and in a short period of time you thought of a way to turn defeat into victory?" ”

He had indeed been monitoring Xia Han.

"I'm not that smart." Xia Han shook his head, but the corners of his mouth were tilted in the slanting light, and they curled up slightly: "But you didn't die last time because I let you live." ”

"You!"

Wujing was stunned for a moment, and then his chest ached violently, like a cone: "Poisonous!" ”

In fact, the last time they met, Xia Han could kill Wujing. However, he did not do so, and that was because he found it necessary to be without thorns. Not only Wujing, but also the king and queen, they were all necessary - tools to slow down the pace of the Orc attack.

Thanks to them, a large number of refugees have successfully evacuated north, and Xia Han's seal is about to be lifted for the fourth flower.

Now Xia Han can do it.

"How is it possible, when did you get poisoned" Wujing covered his chest with his hand, stunned: "Master of Potions, you really but why, that bottle of potion!" ”

Why did Xia Han suspect that the bottle was poison?

Of course, he never doubted that from the first time he received the bottle of medicine, Xia Han knew that it was the real medicine - otherwise how dare he bring it to the king.

"Magic is magical, but people are even more magical." Xia Han walked slowly towards Wujing, not at all worried about his threat: "No one has ever said that the beating of the mind represents the truth, and in this dangerous world, only those who can deceive themselves from the mind to the body can have the last laugh." ”

Don't forget that his profession in his previous life was an actor.

"You"

Wujing's face turned pale from pain, and he was about to say something, when suddenly his cold hair stood on end: "Who is it!" ”

His gaze turned to the outside of the city, and Xia Han also sensed something unusual at the same moment: a very terrifying aura enveloped the city walls.

Outside the city, at some point, a man stood looking up at the tall walls, saying nothing, just raising a long sword and swinging it down.

"Boom!"

The sword was overwhelmed, and the world turned red in an instant, and the flames stained the sky red—a great blade of flame, blasting into the walls.

No one can resist the horror and overwhelming majesty

Xia Han trembled, he had never experienced such a powerful force, the flames that filled the sky seemed to carry a heavy majesty, with supreme dignity, it did not allow anyone to escape.

Death to death he will definitely die here!

Death had never been so close to him as it was now, and life was as fragile as an ant in the face of this force.

"It's fate."

A figure stepped forward and blocked in front of Xia Han.

Wujing turned his back to the long light of the flames, which illuminated his cold face, and he said, "Your life is not here. ”

Flames devoured his figure from behind, and a huge burst of energy burst out, and Xia Han's vision turned white.

What's going on!

Why?

Xia Han didn't understand, he reached out and grabbed Wujing's clothes.

The raging flames, the heart-rending pain, Wujing's face was calm in it, and he looked at Xia Han who was clutching his clothes with his eyes closed, and his eyes were warm at all times.

How many years have passed, and this pain makes him miss a little

In that distant past, he was fragile enough to cry out of pain.

His mother, who was killed by his own father and brother, was even killed after being humiliated by outsiders, and his mother was only allowed to return to the city lord's mansion as a mere girl.

"Do you choose to die with this lowly woman, or do you choose our royal surname?"

He was more fragile than anyone else that year, and he could only hold the corpse of his naked mother in his arms, squatting on the edge of the cold manger, crying and crying hard

The pain of the cold touch in the bosom, the hatred of losing everything, the long dark night was only a corner of the manger, a thorn bush, a flower swaying in the wind, it bloomed alone in the dirty, rancid corner, against the fierce cold wind, this flower lived tenaciously.

"The so-called life is to experience pain and wipe away blood and tears in order to grow."

Wujing lowered his head, and the summer cold in his eyes gradually coincided with the flowers in the dark: "And the so-called living are the flowers that can bloom in the thorns." ”

How could this flower, which he had carefully cultivated, die here!

"Boom, boom!"

After the flames, the walls were in tatters, and a large crack opened the Jade City's defenses, and everything around it was scorched.

On the city wall, hundreds of pitch-black soldiers fell to the ground, but Xia Han was intact.

"You go, you're free"

Wujing's sword fell to the ground, and he closed his eyes and remained motionless - losing his hands.

Xia Han couldn't see his back, but he could tell from the cracks under his feet that the man might be dying

Why--maybe Xia Han wanted to ask, but he picked up the sword and turned away without looking back. Faced with the second sword, who didn't know when it would come again, he acted smartly and rationally.

Wujing listened to the footsteps in the distance, imagining whether the previous king would smile or cry if he saw his current child, who was already a monster.

Maybe we'll know the answer when he's dead.

However, no matter what, even in the worst future, it doesn't matter if Xia Han goes to the Vermilion Bird Continent alone. This child, whose heart can be covered by his own, will not be knocked down by those empires.

Wujing's mission seems to be over, he is only a hero after all, and he can't become a king, in case he becomes a king, everyone will be unhappy.

But

"The flower I have shaped is beautiful and strong, and sooner or later it will one day take away the color of the whole world."

He murmured, and then waited for death to come.

The second sword did not arrive, and the powerful man withdrew his sword and waited at the gates for the arrival of the legions galloping in the distance - the Thunder, the king of the beasts, had broken the walls, and he would not swing the second sword again.

Wujing didn't have the strength to turn around, he couldn't even stop the rapid consumption of vitality, but he knew that Thunder stopped.

"Stupid"

The more powerful the person, the more stupid he is, and that man didn't take the lord of Jade City seriously, which is a shame for Wujing - and an opportunity.

He still needs the most important ending in his life.

"Xiao Sheng"

As he said this, the young rider who had just arrived threw himself on his knees in front of him: "Here! ”

"Bring the White Moon."

Wujing gave the final order.

He wants to change the world - his daughter will add a great king to the Emerald Empire and create a new future for humanity.

The King of the Beast Clan would never know until he died, and as long as he wielded his second sword in Jade City, he could change the future of the world.