"Fall down and get up again. Gross thought that he was the best human being, carrying most of the best of humanity.

Although he has been in front of the world as a victor since he was born, unlike his admirers, he is able to accept his failures and learn from them.

This is also one of the virtues of human beings.

"Since the brain can't be used, then don't use the brain to fight!" Gross lifted his sword, and his thoughts, carried away by various distractions, vaguely made him lock on to a target: Matteo.

Step forward, draw the sword.

Instinctively, he swung the sword to the most perfect point, and the blade cut everything, cutting off a Mateo who was close to him.

His body did not stop, but continued to move.

No matter what means the enemy uses or what difficulties he gives, Gross will break it.

"Master Gross. The little boy shouted excitedly, his eyes full of adoration.

He was born without a sense of presence, and the fact that he did not have a sense of presence, which was also considered not entirely a merit by human forces, was not inherited by Gross.

When he was still a toddler, his parents forgot about his existence, and the two returned to their hometown together, leaving him at home.

When he reached the age of ten, it seemed that even time had forgotten him, he no longer grew, and from then on, only a few people could see him, but no one ever paid attention to him.

Until one day Gross noticed him and held out his hand to him, and since then he has been following Gross ever since, looking at each other with reverence, and then looking forward to the day when he will be so much in the limelight.

And at this time, Gross really feels trustworthy.

More Mateo rushed up, the target was naturally Gross, the changes on Bessie's side Mateo already knew, he wanted to kill Betsy in the transformation period, but he was always stopped by Vegin.

Unable to devote more strength, Mateo chose to focus on Gross, and only by killing Gross could he gain an overwhelming advantage and then solve all the troubles.

"When the time comes, whether it is Betsy, Vegin, who has an immortal body, the Human Empire, or the King of Nether, they will all become a part of me!"

"Protect Gross. "A strategic hero saw Mateo rushing towards Gross and hurriedly rushed towards Gross.

The little boy sensed that something was wrong at this moment, and he hurriedly stopped in front of Gross.

Even if his sense of existence is as weak as his, he has been favored by a certain force, but unfortunately the presence of that power is also very weak, and the only ability that brings him is a meticulous prediction of danger.

Gross was already able to stand up and fight, and those strategic heroes had rushed over, there shouldn't be danger at this time, but he did sense danger.

"Could it be...... But those are strategic heroes. The boy wanted to deny his thoughts, but Gross's teachings came to mind.

"You have to be confident, Sheehan. "Gross is the only one who remembers his name.

"Get out of the way. The man at the front was an elderly man who carried a huge axe with a black gem inlaid on it, and Sheen recognized the man.

Tomahawk John, he found the earth axe from the ruins, but anyone who can lift this axe can get the favor of the earth, as long as he stands on the ground, he can get a steady stream of power blessings, and the axe that is chopped also has the power to make the earth fall.

The same was true of John, who ran over like a little giant, his muscles bulging like mountains.

However, in the face of this one, Sheen stabbed his own sword and stopped him.

"You are not allowed to go near the Lord of Gross. Sheehan stared at John.

"Get out of the way. John's pupils shrank, he raised his axe, and he was about to cut it directly, and the target was not only Sheehan, but also Gross behind Sheehan.

Traces of shadow power emerged from him at some point.

Death is always terrifying, John looks strong, but he can feel that he is not far from death.

If it weren't for the Earth Axe, which was constantly drawing power from the earth to fill his body, he wouldn't even be able to run now, let alone fighting.

John didn't want to die, so he was bewitched by the Shadow Tree, and the hardest temptation to refuse was always the real thing.

No matter how many times he was killed, Mateo was still able to climb out of the Shadow Tree.

So when the Shadow Tree said in his heart that if he killed Gross, he would be given the same status as Mateo.

The huge axe was cut down, but it was easily stopped by the short sword.

"How is that possible!" John's muscles twitched and his steps stepped back, his hands trembling as he held the axe, and then as soon as his hand loosened, the earth axe fell to the ground.

Sheehan grabbed the axe, which was bigger than the others, and lifted it up.

"It seems that you have been abandoned by him. Wave after wave of force poured into Sheen as he gripped the axe and down his feet on the ground.

"Death to the betrayer!" was left with only one sentence, and in John's frightened expression, Sheehan directly turned the axe and split him with an axe.

"Damn!" Mateo sighed at John's lack of accomplishments, and more Mateo poured towards Gross.

He didn't have time to sigh because another, bigger trouble had come.

Bessie woke up from a coma, the wound on her back had not healed, and she could still see a hole circulating there.

"I still have the strength of a sword. Betsy reckoned.

"Then follow me. The bald head shouted with a mace in his left hand and a sledgehammer in his right hand, panting roughly.

Then, with a flick of his head, the whole person rushed directly towards the Shadow Tree, slapping all the shadow elves in the way and clearing a path.

Vegin gathered around Bessie, using his body to fend off all attacks that came her way.

At the same time, others rushed to Bessie's side to clear the way for her.

Nether watched such a scene from afar, and looked up at the sky, the nine days were high above, exuding their own brilliance.

A ray of sunlight fell, resting on his hand, and I don't know when the light in Nether's hand became a little too much.

"The Great Nine Days watch over us and let the light come together. Nether chanted softly, the light in his hands quickly condensing, and a golden thunderbolt caught the attention of the others.

"Is that a chain of lightning?" asked the priest of the Elven clan?

"Have you ever seen a chain of lightning emitted by sunlight?" the other priest looked at Nether with a look of God on his face.

The gathered sunlight quickly condensed, and then turned into a dazzling spear, which was held in Nether's hand.

At this moment, Nether was like a god who had descended into the world, and the slightest ray of sunlight was transformed into thunder, and the hand wrapped around Nether began to beat.

"That's it. Nether whispered that the elven crown above his head was wielding such a force that there was an explosion, and a crack appeared in it.

Nether didn't care, just threw the spear in his hand violently.

The spear that flew out instantly became the most dazzling light on the battlefield, and along the trajectory of the flying shot, a large amount of golden thunder overflowed from the spear, turning all the shadow elves that approached it into ashes.

The bald head smashed a shadow elf away with difficulty, and saw that not far away, a flash of light flashed, and a large amount of golden thunder destroyed everything along the way.

The golden thunder lance hit the Shadow Tree standing there without any hindrance.

A large amount of shadow power surged, and the golden thunder that completely exploded constantly collided, and the thick protective layer of shadow power was torn apart, and people finally saw the true face of the Shadow Tree.

It's similar to the Tree of Nature, except that there are many faces of life on it, and they either close their eyes or glare at everyone around them.

The golden thunder was unable to sustain itself after blasting a face to pieces, and the shadow power surged up again, obscuring the true face of the Shadow Tree.

With this astonishing shot, Nether coughed violently, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and as his body trembled from coughing, the crown that had been on top of his head fell off and rolled on the ground.

"There's really no energy left over now. Nether said with a pale face, of course, his mental activity did not leak out after that.

"It's weird. ”