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Many people take it for granted that after a rainstorm in a clear sky, a rainbow will run through the sky.

The rain hadn't fallen yet, except for the dark clouds, only the howling wind.

People looked at the sky, their eyes were in awe, and the sudden cold of the forest was like an eternal cold current blowing from the snow-capped mountains of Taimura, which became more and more obvious.

A drop of black rain suddenly fell from the sky and fell on the face of a young girl.

The girl stretched out her hand and wiped it, and watched blankly as the rain on her fingertips turned into a wisp of black mist, and then she let out a heart-rending scream, the white and tender flesh exploded like a meat flower rolled by boiling water, and the blood thrown out was filled with an unpleasant fishy smell, and the eyes foamed yellow, bubbling like goldfish eyes squeezed out of the eye sockets, and the milky yellow liquid overflowed.

Then, there are thousands of drops of rain.

The moment they landed, they all vaporized, and soon turned into a thick black mist that enveloped Canossa City.

"Zzzizz"

The black mist that the wind did not disperse, and the corrosive sound that made the scalp tingle sounded intensively, accompanied by countless miserable screams, it was as tragic as purgatory on earth.

Sith held the blade of death, standing on a high ground in the Gangbo Gorge, looking down at this "undead natural disaster" that fell from the sky, and he couldn't see any expression under the black robe.

Beside him, there was also a warrior in golden one-piece armor standing like a nail, the warrior was burly, with armor on his face, the coat of arms of the Thorn Flame Sword on his chest, and a two-handed cross giant sword behind his back, and the eyes hidden under the cold armor cast a star-like luster, projecting a complex gaze that mixed with forbearance and determination, enjoyment and disgust.

From here, you can see that the city of Canossa has begun to collapse.

The terrible screams were inaudible, but the loud roar of the erosion and collapse was exceptionally clear.

From the other side, the army of Ole below the other side of the canyon was already in a commotion.

Pol no longer looked at Canossa Cheng, he turned around, the steel armor crashing against the ground with a hard sound, and he didn't speak the whole time.

There was no surprise that Canossa was slaughtered.

This would be the most powerful card of pathos for the independence of the province of Chelsea, where all civilians would die in the most horrific way, without even the salvation of their souls, and the Grim Reaper would exile their walking dead bodies for eternity.

So Pol thought coldly, this group of civilians was just a push weight at the negotiating table, but from the bottom of his heart, a faint nausea welled up.

The magic of stripping human flesh and becoming a mindless zombie should never exist in this world, and even civilians should die with dignity.

In the same way, the 500 soldiers he cultivated with his own hands will die so tragically.

The soldiers knew the consequences of the mission, and still made a fearless choice, which made Bol extremely proud, and deep down, it was inevitable that a feeling of sadness arose in his heart.

Then, his eagle-sharp gaze locked firmly on a figure below the canyon.

In a few moments, Ole's army slowly moved towards the city of Canossa.

"He's got it. Sith faced the city of Canossa, his voice dry and flat, his withered fingers rubbing the blade of death, his thin scythe emitting a black glow.

Pol was silent, and after a while, he said indifferently: "Your task is complete, maybe I should kill you now, damn it, necromancy should not exist in this world." ”

"Necromancers are scattered all over the world, even if you kill me, you can't make all the necromancer magic disappear, not to mention I know you won't do it, although you are abandoned by the Temple of the God of War, you value the honor of the God of War more than anyone else, and you will abide by your oath. The Sith was silent for a moment, then continued, "I will also take my promise to go to the land of winter.... Maybe go out of the continent to find the ruins of Chloenos. ”

The two of them have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and since then they have truly been on the opposite side, and it is inevitable that there will be sympathy between the heroes, and Pol's heart is also extremely complicated, and for a time it is difficult to express the emotions of this cruel necromancer - it must be admitted that he has had countless moments to kill the Sith.

His voice seemed to soften a little: "Will Avril be with you?" The darkness on her body has not been able to truly harmonize with the light, even if she takes the Holy Relic of the Temple of Life "Dream Helen's Tears", it can't last long, it is the last tear of Dream Helen. ”

It is rumored that angels do not have tears. All that was the last tear of Dream Helen before she inherited the throne of the twelve-winged Serapher, as a human being.

The Sith didn't answer, leaning forward with his body on his back, gravity leaning all on the blade of death, as if it were the only crutch that supported him to his feet, like an old man in the twilight.

Pol heard a faint sigh.

The voice... Unexpectedly...

Under the cover of the protective gear, he looked shocked, his lips squirmed but he couldn't speak, his mind was full of thoughts, and finally he calmed down and said softly: "Goodbye, good luck." Then the figure dissipated into the wind.

By the time Oryh's army was advancing toward the city of Canossa, Oryh's heart had sunk to the bottom.

The silk cotton backing under the armor was completely soaked with cold sweat.

At this point, the wisest choice would be to stay where you are and watch as Canossa City is destroyed.

But he always wanted to do something.

Alcohol doesn't solve all problems, and in the midst of the confusion, he still realizes that he can't let the lives of civilians go to indifference, he can always do something, even if it is worth saving a civilian.

As a king, if he can't stand up for his people in a critical moment, what qualifications and courage do you have to have a clear conscience in the annals of history.

History, he thought, would eventually prove him right.

What we have to do at this moment is naturally to have a clear conscience.

Even if he knew very well that Duke André would take the opportunity to make trouble, frame him for colluding with necromancers, treat civilian lives as if they were a mustard, and wantonly slaughter civilians with cruel necromantic magic, and even if Duke André was ruthless enough, he could say nothing, wait for him to explain, and then bite back, completely pushing him to the forefront of public condemnation, until the surging public anger drowned him out, and he could not protect himself.

Some things, even if you know that the consequences are not good, you will still be desperate, like a moth to a fire, or you will die like a meteor, but it is difficult to predict how others will perceive it, clown or hero, it is inevitable that there will be unfairness.

Although Oryh saw clearly, he still stubbornly believed that history was fair.

So, he resolutely made this choice.

It's just that he is doing his best, he is responsible, and he has a clear conscience, and I hope that after countless people curse him, history can prove his innocence.

Canossa was shrouded in a black mist, and under the action of the powerful corrosive force, including the hard stones, all bubbled with blue-black bubbles, forming countless fine sesame holes on the surface.

But not everyone will be turned into rotting corpses under the undead natural disaster.

For example, a warm yellow glow that glows in the dark.

It was a barrier of yellowish flames.

Inside the barrier, there were 4 people, as well as a horse.

Ink was expressionless, thinking to himself, all the signs indicated that this was an elaborate disaster.

In the early years, he had already realized that no race, as long as it is wise, has the right to fight against politics and politics, and among many races, human beings are the most ugly race.

If it weren't for the prophecy, he would have slept with the frost dragon in the Land of Winter.

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