(Alliance Leader Plus [2/10])

The Wrath of the Stars leaves Terminus. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Left behind a legend of incomparable strength.

The wrath of the stars is gone, but the people of Moro are lit bonfires everywhere, and all races and civilizations are celebrating in their own way!

The Zerg are destroyed!

Although there is evidence one by one, this is still a news that has not been confirmed in the end, but they have already begun to celebrate!

Can't wait to burst out all the pent-up fears!

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With the revelry all over Moro, the name of the Wrath of the Stars spread throughout Moro.

Naturally, there are very few discerning people who know that the biggest reason why they can exterminate the Zerg is because most of the Zerg - no, even all! The entire Zerg army was wiped out by the order, and the wrath of the stars was just to clear a hive with almost no troops......

It's just that this kind of questioning was quickly drowned out in the cheers of the people, and if the mood of the people at this time can be described in one sentence, that is: I don't care about me, I want to celebrate.

What many people care about is that in the information sent out by the Wrath of the Stars, there are also detailed names of each crew member.

Who, who, what's the name, what galaxy they're from, what race they're from. Plain as day.

Now the names of all the crew members spread all over the starry sky!

Just as they had hoped, somewhere in the Moro corner, there was always someone cheering: "Fuck you uncle!! Tuqili Tower! Tuqili Tower! How did this grandson run into the wrath of the stars! Ay! Ay! Tuqili Tower! Tuqili Tower! My brother! This is my brother! ”

And this influence is still magnifying, and some races, all of a sudden, the whole race is reveling, just because the name of one of their tribes appears in that crew list. This means that in the big matter of sweeping away the Zerg, their race has also contributed to it!

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And in a certain Capria galaxy. A very calm and ordinary planet.

Ah Mo was trembling slightly, spreading the grain.

In the Tripori race, every older woman is eventually called Ahma.

This woman lived in poverty, and when she was young, her partner died, leaving only a boy.

The boy is smart, active, and often dreams of going to the stars for the rest of his life. He has watched countless books, newspapers, and movies about the starry sky.

He was not stupid, he knew what the boy was thinking, so since the boy was young, he was afraid, afraid that one day he would leave him. The boy is the lifeblood of Ahma, and Ahmad can't live without him!

He tried all sorts of things, confiscating his books, his films, pictorials, and dolls about adventurers.

It's just that it can't stop the boy from staring at the stars every night.

Ah Mo was afraid every day, afraid that when he woke up, the boy would board a ship that would never return. It was her nightmare, and she often woke up, ran out of the boy's door in a cold sweat, and listened to his steady breathing before she could relax.

The boy wants to go, Ah Mo understands, but Ah Mo doesn't say, she is just a tiny woman, she doesn't understand what is fulfilled, what dreams are fulfilled and so on, she just wants the boy to find a good partner, give birth to a litter of children, and then do the same as the ancestors of the past, pick one to survive, and the others are put into the sea to find the ancestors.

The boy also understands Ah Mu's thoughts, and he doesn't say it, he just accompanies Ah Mo.

But one day, a ship broke the silence of this small city, and Ah Mo went crazy looking for the boy, but the boy was gone, she cried hoarsely, she rolled on the ground, she even pulled off her own tentacles, but it was useless......

The boy was gone after all.

Left behind a crystal shield that is a huge amount of money for the farmers of this mountain village.

She never heard from the boy again, although she often wondered if one day, a spaceship would land outside the house, and the boy would come out with a smile......

But no.

The boy literally disappeared from her sight.

Ah Mo is very old, and the hump on his back is hanging down and deflated. According to the practice of the clansmen of the past, she should have found the grave of her ancestors and lay quietly in it until she fell asleep forever.

But she didn't, which is shameful in Triphol, useless people consuming Mother Earth's gifts.

Countless gossips poured at her every day, and every gaze that looked at her was like a knife. But she held on, waited tremblingly, and looked up at the stars every night, from a boy to her.

Woo woo woo -

Suddenly, the sound of a flying machine rang out.

All the peasants who were drying the grain laid down their crimson brie and looked at the sky.

Ah Mo was too old for her to hear the whining.

That flying machine must have belonged to some big man!

The people have watched TV and know it clearly, so clean and bright, they are definitely big shots.

Sure enough, the people who came out of it were extremely clean, dressed meticulously, and the hump was adorned with indescribable but extremely beautiful blue gems, and even the tentacles were bound with delicate gold rings.

Big shots for sure!

The patriarch bent over and ran over, bending as far as he could, and humbly asked about the origin of the great men.

What did the big man ask, the patriarch asked two more questions in confusion, and after the big man answered, the patriarch pointed to this side very uncertainly.

The peasants who were pointed in this direction panicked.

They all put down their palladium and stood up straight one by one.

Except for Ah...... This old man can't hear all this.

"Arnie!" A man drank, Ani is a cheap name for a woman, and the whole mountain village is called Ah Mo by this name.

"Stand up! Disgusting, shameful Arnie! Another man drank.

Ah Mo finally heard it, and looked at these people suspiciously, these people are now too lazy to talk to Ah Mo, and when they accidentally come into contact with Ah Mo, they will go to the source of the mountain spring to clean the parts that Ah Mo touches, again and again.

So Ah Mo is very strange, are you talking about her?

"That's you! Shameful Ani! Another man drank: "Stand up! Stand up straight! ”

Ah Mo didn't dare to slack off, she really stood up, and tried to stand up straight, and she saw the flying machine.

She had been looking forward to the flying machine that would stop at her doorstep for the rest of her life!

"Laribori, Larribori, Larribori......" Ah Mo cried instantly, she trembled and stumbled towards the flying machine, she couldn't see clearly, but she felt that the person in front was her Larripoli.

But...... No.

"Honorable, gracious, honorable Ahma!" The title of the big man stunned everyone who heard it: "Your son is the pride of our whole of Diripoli!" The Emperor of Tiripoli, my father, sends you my sincerest greetings on his behalf! ”

The big man took Ah Mo's hand like a dead tree and kissed it.

"No...... No...... What about my Laribori, my LaRipoli? Shaking her head, she pushed the big man away and stumbled towards the flying machine, wanting to see her Larripori inside.

But...... No.

"Honorable, gracious, and honorable Ah, your son Laribori, who is now in the glorious fleet of the wrath of the stars, is the whole of Moro...... No, oh no! He is the strongest fleet in the entire universe, and he is a member of this glorious fleet! ”

The subsequent conversation shocked the peasants of the entire mountain village, and they sincerely helped to receive all kinds of gifts from the royal family, as well as letters of commendation written by the emperor himself.

The big man is gone, but the whole mountain village is a sensation!

Ah Mo, whom they have always looked down on, has become the most noble person that their small mountain village has ever had!

A prince! That's a real prince! Kissed Ah's hand!

What an honor?!

That night, the whole mountain village was in a state of excitement, but Ah's old house was quiet.

Early the next morning, the patriarch humbly came to the outside of Ahma's house, knocked lightly on the door, and did not respond. He gradually increased his strength, only to find that the door was open.

Then he saw the body of Ahma.

Her face was stained with tears, and the letter of commendation, which symbolized the supreme honor and was written by the emperor himself, was not opened.

Throw it at the foot of the bed like a piece of waste paper.