Anti-piracy chapters

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Elves, how to put it, are a race that can be seen in various fantasy worlds or novels. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info elves are usually humanoid creatures with slightly longer pointed ears, a long body, intelligent and beautiful, elegant manners, and keen eyes. They usually love nature, live in the forest or their ancestors live in the forest, and are skilled in bows and arrows, natural spells, poetry, literature, music, and so on.

But this creature's image on this planet is anything but the same.

After the Battle of Purification, the planet has become a complete desert planet. Only in some oases or on the verdant plains can there be cities and villages. There are places where there is no rain for many years, and even in fertile areas, it does not rain much more than a wet fog. Ancient bridges span dry rivers, and empty stone piers face only the endless sea of sand. All the glory has passed, the ancient civilization has turned into history, history has transformed into legends, and legends have been distorted and distorted in thousands of years of singing.

The elves who have lost their forests have become desert nomads and robbers, city thieves and beggars, living in a completely opposite way to their ancestors.

It was a dying world, where the crimson sun scorched all life, the boundless sandstorm swept across the earth with the wrath of the planet's will, and thunder and lightning roared in the sky. Barbarian tribes loot caravans in the Salt and Desert Plains, city slaves fight over rotting grain, Witch Kings loot all the cities, and clerics and Templars try to drain the land of its wealth...... People are fighting each other for the sake of the present, and the future is just a distant joke.

Eating human flesh is not a shocking thing in this world, many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. In the images Zhao Kun saw, there is a special dish in the shacks of many urban slums, brown soup, which is cheaper than the horse meat of sick horses.

It's a continent of pain......

Unfortunately, the Faceless One is destined to be just a passerby.

He indifferently beheaded the last elf and continued his journey. As for the corpses? The creatures of the desert will quickly dispose of the corpses, and then, there will be no more.

The Faceless One continued on his way, towards his goal. With the information from the local residents, Zhao Kun's chances of finding the tower were a few points higher.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that after a long and tedious journey, killing many natives who did not know whether they were alive or dead, the Faceless still found the ruins left by the halfling.

But, he couldn't get in.

The tower was surrounded by a mysterious force that the Faceless recognized as the force of fate. He couldn't even get close to the tower, not even the sandstorm that had sealed off the area.

The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

The Faceless tried to advance against his shield, but the massive wind and sand knocked him back. Neither the soft sand nor the power of magic could sustain him or even prevent him from being displaced. The near-endless stream of sand was constantly carried by the wind, like waves in the sea, strong and powerful lapping against his magical shield.

It's not a great experience.

Zhao Kun could feel that it was not a pure sandstorm. The further you go into the area, the more your magic and psychic energy are suppressed, and the Faceless suspect that there is a power in the center that disables magic and psionic energy. Elves, how to put it, are a race that can be seen in various fantasy worlds or novels. Elves are usually humanoid creatures with slightly longer pointed ears, a long body, intelligent and beautiful, elegant manners, and a keen eye. They usually love nature, live in the forest or their ancestors live in the forest, and are skilled in bows and arrows, natural spells, poetry, literature, music, and so on.

But this creature's image on this planet is anything but the same.

After the Battle of Purification, the planet has become a complete desert planet. Only in some oases or on the verdant plains can there be cities and villages. There are places where there is no rain for many years, and even in fertile areas, it does not rain much more than a wet fog. Ancient bridges span dry rivers, and empty stone piers face only the endless sea of sand. All the glory has passed, the ancient civilization has turned into history, history has transformed into legends, and legends have been distorted and distorted in thousands of years of singing.

The elves who have lost their forests have become desert nomads and robbers, city thieves and beggars, living in a completely opposite way to their ancestors.

It was a dying world, where the crimson sun scorched all life, the boundless sandstorm swept across the earth with the wrath of the planet's will, and thunder and lightning roared in the sky. Barbarian tribes loot caravans in the Salt and Desert Plains, city slaves fight over rotting grain, Witch Kings loot all the cities, and clerics and Templars try to drain the land of its wealth...... People are fighting each other for the sake of the present, and the future is just a distant joke.

Eating human flesh is not a shocking thing in this world, many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. In the images Zhao Kun saw, there is a special dish in the shacks of many urban slums, brown soup, which is cheaper than the horse meat of sick horses.

It's a continent of pain......

Unfortunately, the Faceless One is destined to be just a passerby.

He indifferently beheaded the last elf and continued his journey. As for the corpses? The creatures of the desert will quickly dispose of the corpses, and then, there will be no more.

The Faceless One continued on his way, towards his goal. With the information from the local residents, Zhao Kun's chances of finding the tower were a few points higher.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that after a long and tedious journey, killing many natives who did not know whether they were alive or dead, the Faceless still found the ruins left by the halfling.

But, he couldn't get in.

The tower was surrounded by a mysterious force that the Faceless recognized as the force of fate. He couldn't even get close to the tower, not even the sandstorm that had sealed off the area.

The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

The Faceless tried to advance against his shield, but the massive wind and sand knocked him back. Neither the soft sand nor the power of magic could sustain him or even prevent him from being displaced. The near-endless stream of sand was constantly carried by the wind, like waves in the sea, strong and powerful lapping against his magical shield.

It's not a great experience.

Zhao Kun could feel that it was not a pure sandstorm. The further you go into the area, the more your magic and psychic energy are suppressed, and the Faceless suspect that there is a power in the center that disables magic and psionic energy. Elves, how to put it, are a race that can be seen in various fantasy worlds or novels. Elves are usually humanoid creatures with slightly longer pointed ears, a long body, intelligent and beautiful, elegant manners, and a keen eye. They usually love nature, live in the forest or their ancestors live in the forest, and are skilled in bows and arrows, natural spells, poetry, literature, music, and so on.

But this creature's image on this planet is anything but the same.

After the Battle of Purification, the planet has become a complete desert planet. Only in some oases or on the verdant plains can there be cities and villages. There are places where there is no rain for many years, and even in fertile areas, it does not rain much more than a wet fog. Ancient bridges span dry rivers, and empty stone piers face only the endless sea of sand. All the glory has passed, the ancient civilization has turned into history, history has transformed into legends, and legends have been distorted and distorted in thousands of years of singing.

The elves who have lost their forests have become desert nomads and robbers, city thieves and beggars, living in a completely opposite way to their ancestors.

It was a dying world, where the crimson sun scorched all life, the boundless sandstorm swept across the earth with the wrath of the planet's will, and thunder and lightning roared in the sky. Barbarian tribes loot caravans in the Salt and Desert Plains, city slaves fight over rotting grain, Witch Kings loot all the cities, and clerics and Templars try to drain the land of its wealth...... People are fighting each other for the sake of the present, and the future is just a distant joke.

Eating human flesh is not a shocking thing in this world, many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. In the images Zhao Kun saw, there is a special dish in the shacks of many urban slums, brown soup, which is cheaper than the horse meat of sick horses.

It's a continent of pain......

Unfortunately, the Faceless One is destined to be just a passerby.

He indifferently beheaded the last elf and continued his journey. As for the corpses? The creatures of the desert will quickly dispose of the corpses, and then, there will be no more.

The Faceless One continued on his way, towards his goal. With the information from the local residents, Zhao Kun's chances of finding the tower were a few points higher.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that after a long and tedious journey, killing many natives who did not know whether they were alive or dead, the Faceless still found the ruins left by the halfling.

But, he couldn't get in.

The tower was surrounded by a mysterious force that the Faceless recognized as the force of fate. He couldn't even get close to the tower, not even the sandstorm that had sealed off the area.

The black sand connects the heavens and the earth, covering the sky and the sun, and overwhelming the mountains and seas. The ferocious wind churned the walls of sand, violently rubbing to create a red electric glow.

The Faceless tried to advance against his shield, but the massive wind and sand knocked him back. Neither the soft sand nor the power of magic could sustain him or even prevent him from being displaced. The near-endless stream of sand was constantly carried by the wind, like waves in the sea, strong and powerful lapping against his magical shield.

It's not a great experience.

Zhao Kun could feel that it was not a pure sandstorm. The further you go into the area, the more your magic and psychic energy are suppressed, and the Faceless suspect that there is a power in the center that disables magic and psionic energy. Elves, how to put it, are a race that can be seen in various fantasy worlds or novels. Elves are usually humanoid creatures with slightly longer pointed ears, a long body, intelligent and beautiful, elegant manners, and a keen eye. They usually love nature, live in the forest or their ancestors live in the forest, and are skilled in bows and arrows, natural spells, poetry, literature, music, and so on.

But this creature's image on this planet is anything but the same.

After the Battle of Purification, the planet has become a complete desert planet. Only in some oases or on the verdant plains can there be cities and villages. There are places where there is no rain for many years, and even in fertile areas, it does not rain much more than a wet fog. Ancient bridges span dry rivers, and empty stone piers face only the endless sea of sand. All the glory has passed, the ancient civilization has turned into history, history has transformed into legends, and legends have been distorted and distorted in thousands of years of singing.

The elves who have lost their forests have become desert nomads and robbers, city thieves and beggars, living in a completely opposite way to their ancestors.

It was a dying world, where the crimson sun scorched all life, the boundless sandstorm swept across the earth with the wrath of the planet's will, and thunder and lightning roared in the sky. Barbarian tribes loot caravans in the Salt and Desert Plains, city slaves fight over rotting grain, Witch Kings loot all the cities, and clerics and Templars try to drain the land of its wealth...... People are fighting each other for the sake of the present, and the future is just a distant joke.

Eating human flesh is not a shocking thing in this world, many races eat it, and humans themselves eat it. In the images Zhao Kun saw, there is a special dish in the shacks of many urban slums, brown soup, which is cheaper than the horse meat of sick horses.

It's a continent of pain......

Unfortunately, the Faceless One is destined to be just a passerby.

He indifferently beheaded the last elf and continued his journey. As for the corpses? The creatures of the desert will quickly dispose of the corpses, and then, there will be no more.

The Faceless One continued on his way, towards his goal. With the information from the local residents, Zhao Kun's chances of finding the tower were a few points higher.

In fact, it was precisely because of this that after a long and tedious journey, killing many natives who did not know whether they were alive or dead, the Faceless still found the ruins left by the halfling.

But, he couldn't get in.

The tower was surrounded by a mysterious force that the Faceless recognized as the force of fate. He couldn't even get close to the tower, not even the sandstorm that had sealed off the area. (To be continued.) )