When the dawn knocked on the city gate, many people escaped death, and the pioneers who abandoned their troops and armor rushed back to the city and brought back a piece of news-

There's a Templar alive!

And there is an intersection with the contestants, no longer an epic background!

Like a bombshell, this news quickly swept through St. Ann's Castle with wings, and I don't know how many lords overturned rum and shattered how many people's plans. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At first, there was great skepticism about the authenticity of this news.

After all, the rule that 'the existence of the divine and demonic camps will not collide head-on with the contestants, but only serve as a rendered background' was confirmed by all the contestants bit by bit and took a full ten years to prove.

But now, there is still a Templar alive?

But when a few notorious, bloodied hunters laid down their butcher's knives and walked into St. Ann's Fort to be punished by the Inquisition, shouting that the glory of the angels lives on forever, many were unsure.

The hunter is a selfish and greedy executioner, who has chosen a path of slaughtering all living bones, and has always been as hard as iron, how can he have faith at this moment and throw himself into the arms of angels?

So, many people waited in front of the city gates.

Waiting for this so-called Templar.

Under the majestic St. Ann's Castle, the dark tide surges.

In the distance, a pointed round body, with a strong Middle-earth style castle in the distance, Sikong wearing dragon pattern armor, sitting on a flower pole, people in front and behind him, full of god stick style.

But the Sikong behind the bronze mask was quickly analyzing the current situation.

Because of the appearance of the masters along the way, Charles and the others were more convinced by him, and Sikong also took the opportunity to take out some information.

This game has been going on for ten years!

Sikong was only an hour late, but for this Middle-earth civilization, it was ten years, and it seems that the organizers have also enabled high-dimensional technology, which affects the relative flow of time.

In the past ten years, many impassioned events have happened.

The gods fought each other, often tearing the sky and shattering the earth, and the light of the gods fell.

A contestant who was born to occupy the role of prince and marquis passed by, died tragically on the spot, and the trajectory of fate was plundered.

There are also outstanding people who started in the end of the micro and were born as poor people, who have sprung up, exposed their needles, killed millions of people and cast their prestige, and became a powerful party.

The first two years of the tournament were bloody, chaotic, and disorderly, with betrayal and killing being the main theme of the tournament.

Gradually, the discerning people gained insight into some of the rules of this competition, and tacitly stopped the chaotic fighting.

A huge layout with the entire Middle-earth civilization as the chessboard and all the contestants as the chess pieces was chosen.

Although there is only one requirement for the competition: the one who can survive is the winner; The more people you kill, the bigger the reward.

But how many contestants?

A repairer who gathered most of the entire vast starry sky lined up to stand in place and let people kill, all of them had to roll their knives and wear their swords, and they would tire people to death.

If it weren't for the tournament organizers blessing the Middle-earth civilization with specific dimensional rules, so many people would directly crowd this world!

So, they started the war.

An unprecedented war that has affected everyone.

With the castle as the center of power, each camp is in response to the will of the gods, and the other party is regarded as a heretic, and it is attacked on a large scale.

Crushing human lives with war monsters, in just ten years, the contestants have shrunk by as much as 50%.

Many people want to climb up and become the tide of the center of power, but countless people have become stepping stones for others and end up with a miserable end.

Cruel and bloody, hidden in the shadows, it is no less than the chaos of the first two years.

These people are called pioneers.

The Hunter is the one who still maintains the concept of chaotic and bloody war in the first two years, staying away from the power and choosing the path of hunting the pioneers.

The former, guarding castles and attacking each other, covet the ruins and temples that exist in the wilderness.

The latter, regarding the former as food, hunts people and hunts the city, and gives full play to the concept of respecting the strong in nature.

"Lord Temple, after crossing the Thousand Snow River in front, it will be St. Ann's Castle."

Charles was wounded and no longer carried the flower burden, but became a scout on the way.

Perhaps because he had witnessed the 'miracle' up close, he was extremely religious, and seemed to truly believe in the fact that the Templars were alive.

Sikong behind the bronze mask was silent, and he took a full posture, but his eyes clearly saw St. Ann's Fort not far away.

The gates were closed, like a giant in the sky, sleeping shallowly.

Time has destroyed his vicissitudes, but he still stands tall.

The walls are carved with scars and sword wounds.

has bred the prosperity of the wind and snow, and also cold-eyed the sadness of the tea and the coolness.

The moss is a trace of the vicissitudes of time, and the bottomless Thousand Snow River makes the castle impregnable.

St. Ann's Fort is almost a subversive work of the foundry industry of this Middle-earth civilization, and these contestants are just latecomers.

Of course, the real St. Ann's is far away in another world, perhaps without a trace, or still standing.

This game is nothing more than an illusion based on the second world.

"Charles, what's the fate of the plunder that hunter just said?"

On the flower, the Templar suddenly spoke, his tone calm and without the slightest emotion.

But hearing the content of the words, Charles was shocked, and even the four of them hurriedly lowered their heads to hide the panic in their eyes.

Although they are dressed in the skin of the natives of Middle-earth, they are still people of the empire at heart, and they are quite stowaways.

This plundering fate is one of the 'benefits' of this competition, once the Templar discovers the clue and knows that he is nothing more than an illusion woven by others, his civilization will be submerged for a billion years.

God knows what the guardians of the angels, the Templars of almost divine strength, will do!

If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it!

Charles's eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly said, "Yes, yes, it's a pagan forbidden magic!" ”

"Mistress Templar, don't you know that during the ten thousand years of your slumber, those fallen magicians who turned their backs on the glory of angels have cast forbidden magic on all of Middle-earth!"

Charles looked horrified and boasted: "The original sin of killing has been planted in our hearts!" Every time we kill someone, we will gain the memories of the other person, and the opportunities that may be obtained in the trajectory of fate! It is equivalent to inheriting everything from the other party. ”

"Your Excellency, you have to be aware that we are all forced!"

"Yes, yes, we were forced!"

"My adherence to justice and glory can be seen by the sun and the moon, and the sky can be wept!"

"Ah—I will defend the gods with the glory of a knight in a stubborn and persistent struggle against the forces of evil!"

Nietzsche's heads turned, and they quickly firmed up their positions, with a righteous face, eager to use a knife to prove their chivalrous heart.

The corners of Sikong's mouth twitched on the flower dan, and he fell into a long silence.

'A mountain is more high, with a black belly and a cheeky face, it's a university question......