Chapter Ninety-One: The Story of the Blood Raven
The time of a song is very short, only a few minutes, but in Wang Shouzhong's feeling that it is very long, he seems to have been taken to that desperate era, in the face of the invasion of demons, most of the noble army has no ability to resist, have abandoned their people, fled to the 'safety point' in their hearts, and the remaining civilians with farm tools in their hands how to fight the monsters? This move undoubtedly hastened the defeat of humanity. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
But humanity is tenacious after all, and at that time, countless heroes also emerged, led by the powerful men of the day, who rose up to resist, such as the Knights of the Silver Hand, the Mage's Guild, the Abbey, the Amazons, the Barbarian Tribe, the Guardians of Nature, the Assassin Brotherhood...... These huge organizations scattered all over the place have also put aside their grievances and set foot on the battlefield hand in hand, which has made the demons who have not been hindered all the way suffer enough.
And the blood crow is one of them, she has been the darling of the elders since she was a child, and she was not even thirty years old when the chaos first started, but even so her force value is still standing at the top of the human race, after several battles and experience, even if Griswald wants to defeat her, it is very difficult, so even in the upper echelons of the coalition, the status of the blood crow is very high.
In fact, the person in charge of that mission was not her at the beginning, because everyone knew that there was only a dead end after staying, and even the assigned people knew this, but there was no other way to allow civilians to be transferred, and even then, it was unknown how long it could be delayed.
Just when the people who took the initiative to stay behind were ready to die, the blood crow appeared in front of them, "Don't you regret it...... He dies, he lives. ā
Seeing that the blood crows, who had always shown themselves coldly, would take the initiative to talk to them, the group of volunteers who didn't even know their names were very surprised, but then they laughed one after another.
"Hahaha......"
There are noble mages and assassins who everyone shouts at, mysterious necromancers sit at a table with druids who guard nature, strict paladins and unruly barbarians drink boldly, and arrogant Amazons hook up with fandom......
They are either young or old, some are vigorous, some are scarred, but it is this group of guys with different identities, but they are extremely harmonious when they get together at this time, as if they were born to be like this, and there is only one reason for this scene, and that is the invasion of demons!
Everyone here has their own story, just like now, and there is a lot of sadness in the laughter, but no one is going to find out, just know that they are the same kind......
The deafening laughter lasted for a long time, until a man shrouded in a cloak came out and gradually weakened, "My lord, our life has long ended, and now what we are here is just a group of vengeful ghosts with human appearances, and the reason for surviving so far is only resentment, hatred, and unwillingness to quit like this, and now this post-break mission can be described as the curtain call of our dreams." ā
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At that time, the blood crow did not say a word, and left after a long silence, and the group of avengers quickly returned to their original state, but their hearts did not make waves when they were wandering, but their eyes were gloomy when they talked and laughed, and for them, even if Diablo suddenly came, they would probably rush forward and die in a wild laugh.
As for the Blood Raven...... Isn't it normal for a strong person to occasionally show kindness and show mercy to the weak? It's just that their intersection ends here, the strong stand at the top, the weak crawl at the bottom, the strong and weak in this world have always been very distinct, and it has nothing to do with the heart, and the existence of the gap allows them to live on two lines.
The word 'pity' is a jerk in itself, isn't it?
But what no one could have imagined was that the next day the blood crow became the leader of this army, the reason is unknown, but later someone reported that after the **** came out of the volunteer army, he went straight to the headquarters of the coalition army, and it seemed that there had been a fierce argument with other high-level officials, and even started to move in a small area, this speculation came from the mouth of the logistics staff who changed the items for the headquarters the next day.
Then came the battle that everyone knew, 3,614 men, after 28 hours and 37 minutes of stopping the demons, marked the end of the team with the death of the leader Blood Raven in the last battle, and by that time the human survivors had already completed the transfer.
According to the investigation of the strong later, the demon lord who died on the battlefield at that time (the status is equivalent to the corpse fire, and the boss-level demons such as Lakanixiu) were at least double digits, and the leaders and elite-level demons were tens of thousands, and the ordinary cannon fodder was even more numerous, until the power fluctuations of a demon king level (Andariel, Duriel) appeared, and the killing of the blood crow was forced to stop, and killed her, and sealed her soul in the eroded flesh, and it was this unknown demon king who could not be transcended for thousands of years......
By the time Wang Shouzhong came back to her senses from the life of the blood crow, her soul had already begun to gradually dissipate, and a little glimmer of light fell on the place where the bones were buried, and for a while it seemed to be extremely peaceful, it had been like this for thousands of years, after a short period of freedom, the soul would return to the land, and when the demon blood crow was projected out next time, it would reunite and be sealed into the body, and so on, endlessly.
It wasn't until the blood crow completely turned into a glimmer of light that Wang Shouzhong came back to his senses from his abruptness, felt the slight coolness on his cheeks, and he was shocked to realize that he had unknowingly shed tears.
Although there was not a word of conversation between the two, and he was even fighting to the death before, now he was like an old friend of the blood crow, witnessing her growth, the peak, the end, the efforts of her youth, the decisiveness of the early days of chaos, the joy of being revered as a general, the worry for the future of mankind, the wild laughter of the vengeful ghosts, and the wanton ...... in the final battle.
"When I was younger, I thought fireworks were the most beautiful light because of their splendor; When I grew up, I thought that the light was the most beautiful light because of its warmth; After the transfer, I began to think that the Holy Light was the most beautiful light because of its sacredness; However, at this time, I felt that none of them could compare to this scene...... Because this is a human touch! ā
"The younger generation Wang Shouzhong, respect all the sages here, the heroic soul will be cast forever, and the ambition will last forever!"
After hugging his fist, Wang Shouzhong stood still for a long time before he made another move, he first cremated the corpses of Rogge respectively, and separated them according to the nameplates, this is the practice of the camp, and each professional has the responsibility to take them home, and then he picked up the equipment that he had just dropped, but he was not in a hurry to check it, but put it directly in the equipment column, after all, the current state of mind has not calmed down, and it is not suitable to do something.