God of War Blessing!

The rock is thick and heavy!

The mystery of gold, sturdy!

In the courtyard, Aragon plunged into the ocean and revealed the last of his power. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tribal talent from the Titans once again revealed his brilliance, and in a short time, Aragorn's body skyrocketed, and power surged through his body.

And the two mystical prototypes that he comprehended after stepping into the third-order great warrior also gave full play to the advantages of his shield warrior.

At this moment, the sword is waving, the shield is moving forward, and he is really not fighting alone.

The influx of Alpha and Blood Servants from afar has brought this battle to an unequal end.

Aragorn's tenacious nerves were on the verge of collapse, and he knew that one mistake would make him a place where he could be killed.

Boom!

While!

When the last slash fell, the great sword that had been with him for a short time finally couldn't bear the intensity of the battle and broke in half.

Aragorn's body slowly shrank, and the time blessed by the god of war still passed.

Zizizi――

There are scrapped alphas on the ground, which is his brilliant record and an ode to death.

Raising his head slightly, Aragorn saw the eyes full of hope and warmth, just as they had been on that afternoon.

"It was so nice to meet you at the best of times. ”

Syllable!

The broken sword in his hand fell, and in the bottom of his heart, a voice kept tempting.

Give up, what's the use of holding on for so long?

Snort!

The remaining alpha steam erupted, and as soon as they swarmed up, their command was to kill the human in front of them!

"It's time to finish. ”

Aragorn closed his eyes and waited for the judgment of fate.

Whew――――

A gust of wind danced inexplicably, and the smell of blood in the air was suddenly swept away, and a faint fragrance of jasmine filled the air, refreshing people's hearts.

This familiar taste is...

Syllable!

When Aragorn opened his eyes again, he saw the figure of longing.

Hunting in white robes, the soft light shines on the earth, but it is more like a judgment!

Almost instantly, those Alpha Mechanical Golems were clumps of scrap metal on the ground, and there was nothing to speak of domineering.

"Jessica. Aragorn called softly, that soft tone that literally melted the hearts of the listeners, is this still the same silent rock?

"Aragon. Jessica blinked her clear eyes, her little white face turned to Aragorn, and the moment they looked at each other, time seemed to stand still.

Whew――――

The wind ruffled the hem of Jessica's clothes and ruffled her jet-black hair.

Jessica stood in front of Aragorn on her long, slender legs.

She reached out her little snowy hand and gently touched Aragorn's horrible face covered in scars.

Feeling the slippery little hand, Aragorn involuntarily took a few steps back, he didn't want his dirty face to defile her.

"How long are you going to hide?" Jessica's eyes fluctuated, and there seemed to be tears flowing in her eyes.

"I..." Aragorn would never have thought he would meet Jessica here.

"It's been three years, you've been hiding from me for three years. Jessica took a few more steps forward until Aragorn had no way back, clinging to the wall.

Jessica squirmed her lips and put her hand on the face again.

Under the ugliness full of scars, there was originally a heroic and handsome face, but because of that accident, everything was ruined.

It was supposed to be her life that was destroyed, but because of his unhesitation, her life changed. It was also at that moment that a silly boy broke into her ancient heart.

"Why are you—why are you here?" said Aragorn's already bumpy face, which still undulated, showing a great sense of unease in his heart.

"Because you're here!" Jessica opened her lips, her words full of determination. "This time, I'm not going to let you run!"

Syllable!

The words were like a hammer hammer striking hard in Aragorn's heart.

"Why are you like this? Actually, I'm not worth it..."

Before Aragorn could finish speaking, Jessica gagged him.

"You're a bastard!"

Aragorn's body was shocked, he had never seen her as a Holy Lady of the Holy See of Light so rude and spewing foul words.

"Yes, I'm..."

Poof!

Jessica smiled, her smile like a flower, and that smile like a bright spring breeze simply brightened up the whole gray world.

"It's good to meet you again. Jessica slowly hugged Aragorn, and pressed the face that had made millions of believers crazy against Aragorn's blood-stained chest.

This feeling of warmth and security is really the same as it was at the beginning!

・・・

The yellow sand rises all over the sky, floating thousands of miles in the air. The three red suns hanging in the sky no longer scorched the earth all the time, adding to the despair of this already scorching world.

This is a world located northwest of Erlo, a world that belongs to the desert Gobi.

Scorching Desert!

This is the name of this ancient region.

As for why it became a scorching desert, it can be seen from the three red suns hanging in the sky.

As for why there are three red suns hanging in the sky, this has to start with the third era of "great changes in the earth".

It was a terrible time, an era dominated by heaven and earth, and any race was so small in front of nature.

The behemoth that had once dominated the countless thoughts of Ello died in this era, thus causing the giants to rise and pave the way for the following eras.

The era of the great changes in the land has always been the era that scholars are most keen to decipher, because in this era, many mysterious areas of Ello have been created.

The scorching desert is one, the low world is also one, and of course there is the endless sea in the sea, the fortress in the sky - the cloud land!

The scorching desert in the northwest was originally a living world surrounded by a primeval forest, but in the era of great change, everything has changed.

The forest was overwhelmed by sudden sandstorms, the once bright blue sky was gone, and the vibrant red sun was gone.

Instead, there were three rounds of red sun, red and hot, like the eyes of the god of fire, scorching the earth, turning this place into a desert hell.

With the passage of time, intelligent beings have tenaciously adapted to the world and figured out the different rules of this world.

Once again, it's thriving and exotic.

However, in the seventh era of the "War Cataclysm", with the invasion of demons and zergs, the beauty here was once again broken.

Even if the demons retreated, there would be a most terrifying place left here, a hell-level lair - the Death Sanctuary!

The Death Sanctuary is sealed with the army that ravaged the entire Great Northwest at the beginning, the Red Sun Legion led by the Great Demon Nicholas.

Since then, it has been the focus of the Torch Council, and the Combined Forces have been stationed here to prevent the Archdemon from awakening and the lair from rioting.

And it all started somewhere in the Combine's garrison, a place that belonged to a tribe of warriors.

Titan Settlement.

Beneath the rocks of different shapes lies clumps of land, which are not deserts, but are also in rudimentary conditions.

Inside this small camp, small bags like hills stand tall, and flags flutter on large wooden sticks around it.

In front of him, a little giant who was three or four meters tall was wearing neat armor and practicing his steps, and he was in full swing.

In the rear, the women talked and laughed, washed and brushed, and had a unique style.

Da Da Da -

In this harmonious atmosphere, a small figure hovered around a tent, with a small wooden shield in his hand.

Knock! Knock!

After a while, a majestic figure appeared at the door of the station, judging from the majestic momentum on his body, it must be extraordinary.

"Patriarch!

"Hello Patriarch!"

The men who were training all stopped their movements and saluted the man in unison.

"Let's keep practicing. The man waved his hand casually.

"Yes!"

"Hah!"

The atmosphere was hot again.

The little boy hiding by the tent lit up the moment he saw the man, and he trotted, leaving a trail of smoke.

"Patriarch!"

The man heard the familiar voice, smiled lightly and turned around.

"Little Aragorn, why are you here if you don't play with Buhan and the others?"

"I've grown up!" said Aragorn, twisting his head, dodging the man's touch.

"Oh, our little Aragorn has grown up!haha!" the man laughed, causing a crowd of men around him to laugh.

"That's right, I can already be a warrior!the most heroic shield warrior of the Titans!" Aragorn patted his chest.

Albert couldn't help but look at the child in front of him amusedly, and picked it up.

"Ahh

"Little guy, your talent is very good, but you haven't reached the age of cultivation yet, so let's play with Buhan and them!"

"I don't, I want to be a warrior! I want to be the strongest warrior in the desert! I want to avenge my father!" Aragorn roared, full of unyieldingness, and the stubbornness of his appearance made people feel sad.

Albert was silent, and so were the men.

Aragorn's father was killed in the last battle, which is in fact quite common. The Coalition Army living in the Nazar region has such a problem.

"I want to cultivate!" Aragorn looked at Albert with a longing gaze.

"Aragorn, I understand your feelings, but I still can't promise you!" Albert said with a deep breath.

"We Titans have been rooted here for too long, our history is too long, and we have too many heroic souls buried here!"

"You, including Buhan, are descendants of the Titans! We are fearless warriors, but you still have a bright future!"

"War is not yet for you. ”

"I don't! I don't!" Aragorn's tearful beans slipped one by one, sparkling into the dry earth.

The dry wind in the desert blew on the cheeks of the people, like knives and swords.

"Aragorn, I want you to promise, when you are older, I will personally take you to cultivate, and when the time comes, you will definitely be the pride of my Titans. Albert assured.

"Really?" said Aragorn, wiping away tears, remembering that his father had said that the most valiant warriors shed blood without tears.

"When do I stop talking and don't count?" Albert put down Aragorn and patted his little head.

"Well, well. Aragorn wiped his little face.

"We've got to pull the hook!"

"Good!" said Albert, what a child.

Under the lonely smoke of the desert, there is a legendary tribe, and a child is also on the way, his future is unknowable, and perhaps a legend.