On the plains.

Hundreds of people are chasing and killing dozens of people.

The side with more people has bright armor, and the side with fewer people has less than 100 people, all of whom are wounded.

Blood permeated the grassland, the withered yellow weeds were all flattened and dyed red, and under the grass, there were layers of dark red blood scabs, which had long congealed into the land.

Ella looked at the few remaining members of the God of War in front of her in a daze, but they were all injured, more or less, light or severe, but none of them were retreating.

Ella closed her eyes in pain, and turned her head to look at the tall statue of the god of war, under the statue of the god of war was the temple of the god of war, and now the temple of the god of war was dilapidated, and the dilapidated door frame was almost as similar to the ruins of the wall.

Legend has it that in the depths of the Warcraft Mountain Range, there is another world over there, and the world over there is even newer, but no one has ever entered the depths of the Warcraft Mountain Range and then come out.

I don't know if I went to another world or to a more unknown place.

Or, they have long been buried in the belly of the thousands of demonic beasts in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and they have long been turned into fertilizer to nourish this mountain range.

There was a faint smell of wheat in the air, like the ale in a tavern in the city of Pinault, mellow and fragrant.

Ella slowly closed her eyes, slowly feeling the fragrance coming from nowhere in the air, perhaps, this was the last time she had smelled such a sweet ale.

Maybe this grassland is the last place where the God of War clan is buried......

Ella looked at the sky faintly.

The blood-stained face slowly rose, and the black face revealed a few slight whiteness, and most of the places were dark red blood, and the blood scabbed over the face.

Although I had long known that I was about to be buried on this vast grassland, all hope was disappearing little by little, and in front of me were countless fallen clansmen, their lips and eyes were wide open, as if they were roaring in the sky, but there was no sound at all, and there was resolute unwillingness in their eyes.

Countless broken swords have lost their former edge, stained with dark red blood, stained red with messy and withered yellow grasslands, and more rusty giant swords, those are all left over from their predecessors, and they have long been rusted and broken at this moment.

"Princess, be careful!"

A panicked voice interrupted Ella's desperate musings, and she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a giant sword growing larger and larger in front of her.

"Bang!"

A huge body came quickly, with a hideous complexion, like a demonic beast in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, with several wounds in front of and behind the body, some of which were even deep in the bones.

"Elon!"

Ella looked at Elon, turned her head, tears slowly fell, burning tears fell, but her face became blood-red because of the blood.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Elon looked at Ella anxiously, and a member of the Fire Spirit tribe behind him took the opportunity to come, Elon was worried that he almost hit the sword, and in a hurry, the long sword backhanded horizontally, slashing at the man's neck, the man stabbed in two, and even the head flying in the air saw the body that had left him.

Ella looked at her in pain, hundreds of her clansmen had already fallen to the ground, and even some of the seriously injured had been stabbed by the soldiers of the Fire Spirit tribe, or trampled by enemies several times her size.

Elon endured the severe pain of the wound, suddenly stood up and grabbed Ella, who was still in a daze, and threw Ella on his back with just a mention of his strong arm, "Hera", tore off a somewhat tattered leather skirt on his body, tied Ella to his back, and shouted: "The remaining warriors of the God of War Clan, all evacuate, defend the Temple of the God of War!"

The crowd slowly began to retreat.

"I'm not leaving!"

Ella cried, and her weak legs kicked the originally strong but now scarred body with the last of her strength, the strong body only stumbled slightly, but became more resolute, and slowly lifted the big sword that had countless gaps around her, and turned one step at a time, not caring that Ella on her body was kicking and beating herself, only gritting her teeth tightly.

The rest of the people were carefully guarding against the enemy in front of them, although the enemy was several times their own, but at this moment, most of the people of the Fire Spirit Tribe were only smiling and watching from the periphery, and the people of the God of War tribe looked at the same as the caged bird.

"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"

Ella cried, countless dark red scabs on her fair thighs.

Ella doesn't know whose blood it is, maybe it's her own, but now that the clan is fighting to the death here, and she is gone, how can she be worthy of her ancestors?

What should I do to face my ancestors?

But now, the God of War clan, which has been guarded by the ancestors for generations, is about to be buried in his hands......

Can......

"Princess!"

Elon may have been kicked in the wound by Ella, his body staggered slightly, and he said hoarsely: "You are the most respected princess of our God of War tribe, if you have an accident, I, Elon, will not have the face to meet those comrades who died in battle." ”

"I don't want you to care!

Ella cried, tears slowly running down her dark red face, melting some of the scabs and turning blood-red.

Ella struggled even harder, but Elon didn't let go, but he was already exhausted, and the battle with the Fire Spirit Tribe had already almost exhausted the last strength in his body.

During the battle, he almost forgot who he was, just like the dolls sold by the merchants in the city of Pinault, and he couldn't remember anything other than the battle.

Perhaps, it is also a good thing to forget.

Aaron ignored it, slashed over a warrior of the Fire Spirit tribe who was attacking him with a big sword, and slowly continued to walk forward, panting more and more heavily in his mouth, letting Ella keep crying behind him, and he was not willing to put Ella down at all.

Elon's hand trembling slightly, blood slashing across the greatsword, like the incantations that Karl Prophet often drawn.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, High Priest Karl has gone to the God of War Mountain, and High Priest Karl swears that the God of War will definitely come today. ”

"Will definitely come ......"

Ella repeated lowly.

Distance.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the pale red sunlight makes the grassland more bloody, and there is a disgusting fishy smell.

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Mount of Mars.

A huge stone statue stood on the mountain, a spear clenched tightly in his hand, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was angry, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the people below the mountain.

Under the colossal statue.

Karl said in unintelligible language, Karl was not old, but few prophets could live for long, which was the price of the prophet's stealing of destiny.

Karl was not afraid, but his god would never come. Karl didn't dare to say it, it would be blasphemy to say it, and then the war gods would fall into a hell that would never see the light of day, and be enslaved by the demons forever.

A large, blood-red six-pointed star slowly glowed with blood on the ground.

Blood began to ooze from Karl's eyes, blood slowly flowed down his pale face, and the gray and quaint scepter in his hand began to tremble in his tightly held hand, but it was still replenishing the dry blood-colored formation one by one.

It's been the third day of fighting the Fire Spirit Tribe, and Carl doesn't have to think about it to know what the outcome will be.

Now probably many of the clansmen have lost the breath of life, falling under the sword blade of the Fire Spirit Tribe, trampled by those war horses wrapped in horseshoes.

Because this is not the first time I have seen such a result.

Countless battles, in exchange for the result is like this, in my memory, it has never changed.

Every time there is a battle, there are corpses all over the field.

Karl silently closed his eyes and thought in a low voice.

Lord War, if you can see it, please have mercy on your followers, okay?

Karl's face became paler and paler, and blood began to slowly ooze from his eyes, nose and ears. The blood did not flow down Carl's body, but only condensed into a thin line of blood and slowly injected into the quaint wooden staff in his hand.

At this moment, the wooden staff in Carl's hand seemed to have become a pen, and the blood flowing from his body became ink.

"I, Karl, the prophet of the God of War, pray for the return of the God of War!"

As the ancient wooden staff completed the last incantation, the entire formation suddenly brightened, and the blood-red light burst out instantly, with the statue of the god of war as the body, a blood-red light was violently reflected into the sky!

The blood-red light was centered on the God of War statue, slowly expanding, and countless defeated God of War clansmen were slowly shrouded in blood-red light.

"Prophecy! Prophecy!!"

"The prophecy has come true!"

Until the many embarrassed members of the God of War clan were enveloped, the strength in the body that had been exhausted for a long time was actually filled with the body in an instant!

"It worked!"

Karl laughed like a madman, and after a moment he suddenly seemed to lose all his strength and fell to the ground.