A deep glow pulsed from the majestic Mount Ortobes, tearing through the clouds and falling gorgeously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Falling into a magnificent castle that stands on the top of a dangerous gorge, but can be a man and a man, and cannot be opened.

'Hoosh! ’

The flames rose from the sky, and the deep ghostly light exploded with the splendor of death, and all kinds of forbidden magic drilled out of it, engulfing the entire castle.

Houses were reduced to powder, patches of fertile land were reduced to charcoal, and monasteries and courts were in shambles.

Countless city citizens and soldiers fled in panic, abandoning their armor and making a mess.

"Kill! Brothers, the great and true God is watching us! ”

Outside the castle, soldiers were red-eyed and beheaded the enemy soldiers on their backs.

'Whoosh! ’

Magical iron cables crossed the canyon and clasped to the city walls, and one by one the soldiers took advantage of the forbidden magic to sweep through the interior of the castle, climbed the iron cables, and headed for the castle.

"Fire Dance, you deceive people too much!"

A man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and an extraordinary temperament jumped out of the castle, his sword was like a waterfall, and he cut dozens of iron cables with one sword.

This person has a handsome face, pointed ears, and on the independent city wall, he is lonely and brave, and his anger turns into battle intent, and his sword points to a towering mountain range in the distance.

And then...... Dozens of deep rays of light fell again.

"To the Queen! The castle of Salje has been captured by us! Two sacred priests, one trial guard, fifty-nine nuns, and more than 40,000 other captives were captured alive! ”

On the majestic Ortobes Mountains, tall pine trees are everywhere and larks are singing. The snow on the high mountain tops has not yet melted, and the mountain wind is howling.

The murmur of the jungle echoed through the wilderness.

In the distance, a bell sounded loudly.

"Those who are willing to surrender will be isolated and co-opted. If you don't want to, use it as cannon fodder. Bring the holy sacrifices and the guards of judgment here. ”

The fire dance stood high on the top of the mountain, and the cold mountain wind came all over her face, blowing her blonde hair fluttering, and the graceful and luxurious royal robe made her look even more arrogant and noble.

On the cheeks of Huo Wu's spring-like face, there is just the right amount of maturity, like a stunner, exuding a fatal temptation all the time.

"Rest for three days and advance to the frontier of the lost wilderness! Our goal this time is to uproot the last castle of the Elven Kingdom and completely occupy the Lost Wild! ”

The words were sonorous and powerful, falling to the ground, and even bursting with fire.

Huo Wu looked solemn and killed, and looked at the ocean in the distance.

The ocean is blue and the waves are even in the sky, there are Miao Miao flood waves, and the sky is connected into a line, spreading far away, and there are petrels and birds soaring above the ocean.

There, at the end of Middle-earth, is called the Lost Ocean.

In front of the ocean, a city that choked the flow of the lost ocean into the branch of the Middle-earth continent stood silently for thousands of years, ancient vicissitudes, representing an era.

This castle is the homeland of all the elves of Middle-earth.

The city of elves.

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

The man was half-kneeling and bowed his head, his face covered in mud and dirt, and his armor was even more bloodstained.

But instead of leaving, he trembled and took out the book of covenants on his chest.

The covenant was carefully treasured by him, even if the battle of the heavens did not stain it with a trace of blood and dust, and the title page had the smoothness left by repeated reading.

He kissed the covenant deeply, prostrate himself on the ground, and looked reverently at a divine light not far away.

"True God, your humble believers behold your true face. Moro ......"

The divine light floats in the air of the mountains, under the lush green grass, and above the mighty blue sky.

All the truth of Middle-earth seems to flow from this divine light.

"My faith, you deserve health, wisdom, and the happiness that God has given you."

A divine message full of compassion came out of the divine light, and then a magnificent light forbidden spell that spread nearly a hundred miles in radius: three thousand rays of light descended.

"True God, this is the blessing of true God!"

"God is with us, Moloch."

The soldiers who staggered to stand with severed limbs and broken arms and broken spears looked at the soft light in front of them and cried with joy, even if it was just a game, it still made them feel pious from the bottom of their hearts.

The most invulnerable thing in the world is not strength, but subtle faith.

The light fell on them, and the bud at the severed limb pulled out new knots, and in a few breaths it was back to normal.

Even those soldiers who were pierced in their chests and were dying woke up one after another and were pulled out of the ghost gate.

"The last battle......

The soldiers retreated, leaving only the fire dance and the divine light in the air on the Ortobes.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, lightly touched the grass, light as a swallow, and landed beside Huo Wu.

In the sky, the divine light is still there, so that the true god of Moloch is with everyone.

"yes, the last battle. Twenty years, just like that......"

Huo Wu looked at Sikong beside him, who was dressed in white, holding a thorn staff, and had no holy sword at his waist, and sighed, a trace of vicissitudes passed through his eyes.

Sikong looked at the bustling soldiers under the mountain, who were camping, ramming earth to build pots, and smoke wafting up, making this flesh and blood battlefield a little warmer.

In the distance, the ocean crashes against the shore, and the sound of the waves is still faintly audible.

It's been twenty years, and the competition has been going on for twenty years.

And Sikong has also spent ten years in this Middle-earth world.

For ten years, Sikong has been a horse, counting the vicissitudes of life, witnessing the end of prosperity, and seeing the fire burning into a beacon fire.

The fire dance is the general, before the fall of the people, leading thousands of troops and horses, crisscrossing the battlefield.

Sikong is a believer, and he plans to become the spiritual pillar of Aiya City.

In ten years, the territory of Aiya City has been pushed horizontally into the lost wilderness, sitting on millions of miles of fertile land, and becoming one of the seven major forces in the world.

And the emergence of the seven major forces means that there have been seven true gods who have fallen.

In the past ten years, blood rain has often fallen from the sky, and there are weepings from heaven and earth.

One after another, the divine light fell, entering the temple that had been sealed in the dust for many years, setting off a vigorous storm that swept away all the surviving contestants.

And since the fall of the Moro True God ten years ago, it was followed by the Jialandi True God who killed the Moro True God!

The unexpected fall of the true god of Jialandi also disrupted the layout of the Imperial God-killing Alliance, and for this reason, in the year of the fall of the true god of Jialandi, there were often mountain collapses and lakes flowing backwards.

A man of great fortune turned the clouds and rain, and the war turned the sky red, forcibly pulling this accident on the right track.

Then, the reincarnation of the true god of Garandi fell.

He was cut off by a sword, seized the fist of power, and successfully killed the gods.

Since then, a bloody god-killing war has begun.

Ryujin, Kronos, Rhea...... One after another, the true gods representing various abilities have fallen.

Today, only the true god of Qiongshan remains, and the true god of Yahweh, whose fate is destined to win the battle of the gods.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Sacrifice of the Captives and the Judgment Guards are here."

Three ragged, chained captives were pushed up the mountain, and the soldiers turned a blind eye to the Sikong beside Fire Dance as if Fire Dance were the only one on the top of the mountain.

"Stand down......"

The soldier reverently looked at the divine light in the air, and after kneeling down repeatedly, he slowly retreated.

Sikong looked at the three people in front of him, his eyes calm to indifferent.

After a series of screams, Sikong had two more angel tears and a white feather in his hands.

"The fate of the true god is not complete, then I can only make up for it with the Holy Thorn Crown, and I am still missing the last ......"