"Kill!"

On the clumped yellow earth, a group of young people held wooden shields in their hands and practiced ancient military skills. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Among them, the most prominent presence is a young man in the center who is more than two meters tall, his muscles are bulging, like mountains, and his bronzed skin reveals a strong beauty.

"Alright, that's it for the morning class. ”

As the words of the first Titan warrior fell, a group of children dispersed in a hurry, and they were still at the age of fun.

However, on the wide school field, there is still a figure stubbornly practicing, over and over again.

Sweat was running down his forehead, his lips were already chapped, and he could even smell a fishy smell, but he ignored it.

"Aragorn, morning class is over! The Titan Warrior rubbed his head with a headache, and felt more pity for the young man in front of him.

"Uncle Jaco, it's not like you don't know my body, there's no problem. Aragorn persevered, believing that his hard work and sweat would not let him down.

"But... Ahh

In the long yellow sand, against the backdrop of laughter in the distance, this lonely figure is immersed in its own world.

He was a lone warrior and a great warrior. Everyone in the Titan tribe believes that his future will be bright and that he will become a legend.

If time goes on like this, the boy's life will definitely be spent in the scorching desert, and he may become a strong party.

But life's accidents always come unexpectedly, perhaps bitter or sweet.

Night.

The night of the desert is lonely, the three red suns have long been resting in the west, and the three-petaled crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the originally scorching environment has become cold to the bone in an instant.

The evening breeze blew, bringing the cold to the earth, and only a few stars in the sky gave a faint glow.

The entire Titan tribe spent the same night as the previous night in the bleak wind.

Woowoo woo –

At the end of the day, when the people fell into a slumber, a poignant trumpet sounded in the sky, like a signal that made the whole scorching desert boil.

When!when!

The night vigil Titan warrior quickly got up the moment he heard the sound of the horn, came to the watch bell with a solemn face, and used all his strength to ring it.

Nine times in a row, it is the highest warning message of the Titans.

Babbling.

For a moment, the lights of every tent were lit up, and in the midst of a noise, the soldiers quickly assembled in the school field.

Aragorn trotted back from a hillside not far away, and he would practice in the cold wind every night until midnight.

"I got word not long ago that the lair of the Death Sanctuary has rioted!" said Albert, the patriarch, on a high platform made of the only rock, his temples stained with hoarfrost after a few years.

"My brothers and sisters, this is the front line of the Sanctuary of Death! and we inherit the glory of the Titans, and the mission of our stationing here is to defend the Nazar region!"

"Now, the test is coming! There is a road to death in front of us, I don't know if I will survive this war, but I am not afraid! We are the descendants of the Titans! We are the descendants of Ello! Now, I ask you, are you afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!"

Almost with a violent roar, the warriors of the entire Titan tribe responded with all their strength, and the characteristics of this race are resolute and fearless.

Hearing the answer of his people, Albert had no joy or pride, only loneliness.

Because every time he fights, there will be people left on that desolate desert, how can he not be deplored as the patriarch?

Now, the Sanctuary of Death has discovered a riot!

The riot is a war waged by a hellish lair! Once won, they will break through the limits of the lair and invade the hinterland of Ello!

Since the birth of the Death Sanctuary Lair, there has been a riot every few decades, and every time countless hot-blooded warriors will die in the yellow sand, which is their choice and their fate.

Albert swept over the faces with war intent and anger, and sighed in his heart, this time I don't know how many people will survive.

"Patriarch, do you arrange for them to evacuate?" said Jaco, who was also the deputy of the tribe, and asked Albert in a low voice.

"Take them all away, Jaco, every nest riot is a terrible war, maybe we will all die there, and we must leave a little fire for the Titans to keep here. ”

Albert clenched his fists, the torch is a tradition forced out by the Titans, there have been several riots and they have been wiped out, but as long as the fire is still flowing, their clan will never disappear.

"I see. Jaco smiled indifferently, without the slightest fear in his heart, from the moment they were born, they were destined for a lifetime. The warriors of the Titans, like all the combined forces stationed here, do not regret it and do not back down.

Because, because behind them is Erlo, a prosperous Ello, an Ello who lives thousands of sisters and brothers.

Their struggle is for Erlo, and their struggle is also for Ello.

This is the land of their mother, this land of their mother, the land of their mother!

What if you spill the last drop of blood into this earth?

They die without regret!

Da Da Da –

Woowoo woo –

The emergency evacuation was chaotic, and the women were calm, comforting the weeping children as they packed their bags.

"I'm not leaving!"

While Albert was on his way, an argument caught his attention.

"Ciro, what's going on?" Albert said to a young Titan warrior.

"Patriarch, look at this little fellow, you have to go! Is war something he can assume? It's just nonsense!" said Ciro angrily as he pulled the kid beside him.

Albert took a closer look, and that's when he discovered Aragorn.

"Patriarch, I'm not leaving! I'm going to fight with you! I'm going to fight with them!" Aragorn was now fangs and claws, like an angry kitten.

Albert took a deep breath and said, "Aragorn, you're too young to have to leave with Buhan!"

"No, I'm going to stay, I'm going to avenge my father!" said Aragorn puffed up his face and raised his shield.

Albert's expression grew cold, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body, which made Ciro on the side startle, he had never seen such a patriarch.

Boom!

In a startling scene, Albert kicked Aragorn more than ten meters away.

"Aragorn, you're a weakling!"

Feeling the burning pain in his chest, Aragorn gritted his teeth and stood up, shield in hand.

No doubt he was kicked again.

"What do you think you are? You're just a little guy to be slaughtered in the war, and it only takes a breath for you to be torn to shreds by those demons!"

"Can you still take revenge? That's a joke with your own life!"

The words were like sharp needles piercing into Aragorn's body, and Aragorn no longer struggled.

He knelt on the ground in pain, tears melted into the yellow sand, he understood the patriarch's words, and knew that it was the truth, but he was unwilling.

"Patriarch. Ciro couldn't bear it.

"Ciro, hurry up and take them away, the riot has begun, and no one knows when that group of damned demons will attack. Albert hardened his heart.

"Yes!" Ciro picked up Aragorn from the ground and headed for the convoy in the distance.

When!

Rumble!

The bell tower, which had been inherited for a long time, was destroyed after the last two powerful bells were sounded.

"The demons are coming!"

Roar! Roar!

In the sky, dragon-like creatures covered the sky and the sun, and they spat dragon breath from their mouths, wantonly destroying everything.

Desert Pterodactyl! has the blood of the dragon clan in his body, and is considered a descendant of the wurm, but he is the mount of the demon clan!

Hula!

The flames splashed in all directions, and sparks bloomed brightly in the night sky.

That tall figure is like a king coming out of hell, dominating one side!

Fire Demon! High Demon Race! The existence of the arcane rules of the fire system!

Immediately afterwards, the low-level troops such as Minotaurs, Caton Spellcasters, Little Goblins, and Little Devils also appeared.

Among them, there are many powerful beings, as well as armies of ghouls, terrifying scorpions, demon spirits who excel in elemental magic, dry dryad warriors, and even the three-headed dogs of hell!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The warriors of the Titans roared and charged towards their enemies, their shields being their best companions.

"Damn it! take them away!" Albert's hand shook, and a large shield spat out from the space, the white brilliance was a little dim, and the material seemed to be the bones of some kind of creature.

"Yes!" Ciro was also anxious in his heart, and hurriedly ran towards the convoy.

Due to the appearance of a large number of demon troops, the convoy in the rear became more and more chaotic.

But none of this had anything to do with Aragorn, who sat listlessly in an old-fashioned carriage, leaning against the railing, and looking depressed.

"Aragorn, I'm doing something. A chubby teenager comforted him.

"Buhan, we're useless. Aragorn muttered.

"Hey, how so? We're all descendants of the great Titans. My father told me that when we grow up, we can take up their banner and become true warriors!" said Buhan, full of confidence.

The words seemed to touch Aragorn, and he glanced up at his best friend.

"Aragorn, we are weak, but we are also young, and we have the best future!" said Buhan, encouraging Aragorn.

"Yes, I see!" Aragorn's heart jumped again, finally coming out of his paranoia.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a special feeling came to his heart, it was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, very uneasy.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Buhan, who saw Aragorn's pale cheek.

"I don't know..."

Sou!

The sand was shaking, and a sharp tail pierced through the sand from the lower right side of the carriage.

Crash!

Everything happens in the light of light, and people can't take their heads off.

"Aragorn! be careful!" Buhan, who was on the other side, saw the dark shadow and subconsciously pushed Aragorn out of the carriage.

Sou!

Poof!

The tail thorn shimmered, and the metallic back end was stained with crimson blood.

The immature flesh was pierced, and I couldn't even make a whimpering sound.

Aragorn, who had fallen in the air, stared blankly at the bloody scene in front of him, even if the cold sand slapped against his back.

"Bu Khan!!"

After a while, a terrible scream resounded in the sky, with heart-rending pain.

The sparkle in Buhan's eyes quickly dissipated, and he opened his mouth, unable to even say his last words.

Zizizizi!

The tail spike pierced into Buhan's body once more, and sucked it up in an instant, leaving only a skin sac.

"Buhan!" Aragorn never imagined that his former friend would die so miserably, without even a single intact corpse, and it was all because of him!

Rumble!

The sand suddenly heaved, and the tail spikes hung high, finally revealing the strange creature.

It was a huge scorpion, the size of a carriage, with two pincers emitting a heavy purple-black glow, and a special sand pattern on the carapace.

Desert Scorpion!

Wow!

Once again, the tail spike struck at Aragorn, grinding violently against the air.

Knock!

Aragorn's heart beat fast, and there was a hint of sadness that death was so close to him.