Ooh!

The tail spikes grew in Aragorn's eyes, and he could feel the biting cold wind eating at his skin inch by inch. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, a huge shield stood in front of him, and the figure descended like a god of war.

Boom!

The sharp tail spike met his opponent this time, leaving only a small hole in the giant shield and traces of corrosion around it.

"Aragorn, are you alright?" Ciro stared at the desert scorpion, his voice revealing some concern.

"No, Kobu Khan, he..." Aragorn bit his lip as he watched as the skin slowly dissipated into the desert land.

The partner who had comforted him a few minutes ago passed away like this, abruptly unprepared. He will never forget the helpless and stunned look in Buhan's eyes before he died, which is enough to make people remember the despair of a lifetime.

Life turned out to be so fragile that it took everything away.

Ciro suppressed the sadness in his heart, he watched these children grow up, just like his younger brother. Buhan is gone, and his heart is bleeding, but he can't help it, because this is the nest riot! This is a real war!

It doesn't matter whether it's noble or not, it doesn't matter if the children are old or weak, only the strong survive!

At this time, as far as the eye could see, the entire convoy had overturned, and one by one desert giant scorpions and inexplicable demonic creatures came out of the desert and raged! Those teenagers, women, and old Titans died tragically under their iron hooves, and the screams of sorrow gathered over the tribe.

The grief and indignation in Ciro's heart were even more indescribable, this time the riot in the nest was too fast, so fast that they didn't react, and the price was the lives of their clansmen.

These are the seeds of the future of the Titans, and if they die, the Titans may be wiped out!

Sou!

Reality didn't allow Sirodo to think, and the desert giant scorpion smashed down with a pair of pincers.

The mystery of gold, the vibration!

Ciro raised his large shield and counterattacked, and the silver-white shield was wrapped in golden light, and stabbed into the huge body of the desert giant scorpion.

Poof!

Suddenly, the juice splashed, and the highly corrosive liquid poisoned the sand.

"Let's go!" Ciro picked up Aragorn, his strength was limited, and now he was able to protect one of his people. The Titans must not perish, or they will be the sinners of history.

In the rear battlefield, the fighters who had originally protected the evacuation of the convoy had made their own choices, and they did their best to save those people.

Ooh!

Syllable!

As Ciro was running wildly, a flaming flame fell from the sky, carrying thousands of rain of fire, and fell in front of him, illuminating the world.

The flames rose and condensed into a humanoid body that was six meters tall.

He controlled the power of fire, the flesh wings behind him fluttered like ashes, and a crimson golden horn grew on his head, exuding a huge power, and the rules of fire were nurturing around him.

High Demon Race! Fire Demon!

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Ciro put down Aragorn and pulled him behind him.

"The Titans, our ancestors are all the same. The fire demon spoke, and his voice was as powerful as the morning bell and dusk drum.

Ciro clenched his fists, in fact, what the fire demon said was not wrong.

After the Battle of the Mighty in the Fifth Age, the giants and the zerg withdrew from the stage of history.

The Zerg retreated into the Void Dimension to recuperate, while the Giants were divided into two branches, one large and one small.

The larger one rushed into Klosesko, and evolved into the current demon race under the corrosion of the demonic origin. The smaller ones remained in Ello and evolved over time into races such as Titans, Little Giants, Mountain Giants, and Cyclops.

"We are not like you! Ello is the mother who gave birth to us and raised us! We have never betrayed it like you! And the flames of war have spread wantonly!"

"Hahaha, aren't we coming back? you can't protect it, so let's do it!" the fire demon laughed, his hands dancing towards the sky, and circles of flames flooded around him.

"Damn it, Aragorn, you're going to run later!, understand?" Ciro touched Aragorn's head, a grim smile on his face.

"Brother Ciro. "Aragorn covered his mouth, he couldn't cry, he wouldn't be noisy anymore, because they all seemed so small in the face of absolute strength.

"Remember to run, Aragorn. Ciro clenched the shield in his hand and stood in front of him, a belief that belonged to the Titan Shield warriors.

"Kid who can't help himself!" With a wave of the Flame Demon's long fingers, a circle of flames condensed around Ciro, and finally formed a fiery serpent that imprisoned his body.

Three-Star Fire Magic: Fire Forbidden Snake Ring!

Yes!

God of War Blessing!

Ciro hooked the inheritance power in his body, and his body skyrocketed, and the increase in these few minutes was to give Aragorn a chance to escape.

"Run!"

Touch!

Aragorn took a few steps back, turned around in absolute absoluteness, and ran forward, unable to live up to Ciro's expectations.

"Brother Ciro!"

Aragorn ran and cried, so lonely in the dark of the night, that tears flowed out like floods that had opened the floodgates. It turned out that his so-called strength was just a disguise, and he couldn't do what his father said.

Rumble!

In a moment's time, a pillar of fire rose into the sky, and in the center of the scorching heat stood a figure standing tall, as tall as a mountain, practicing the faith of a shield warrior.

Syllable!

Aragorn was moved by a stone, and he fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

The pillar of fire was gone, and Aragorn's tears were dry, and he understood that Brother Ciro was gone, gone forever, and like Bu Khan, not even a corpse was left.

In an instant, the noise around him disappeared, and Aragorn stared blankly, the corpse of a Gu on the ground stimulating his fragile heart.

Bump! Bump!

Above the camp, the flags symbolizing glory fell one by one, and the Titans' station was plunged into a sea of fire.

Touch!

Aragorn's mind returned, and the noise magnified dozens of times and pierced into both ears.

Screams and laughter drifted through the cloud-filled sky, the darkest day of his life.

"Why!!!" Aragorn roared, his little fist clenched, even ignoring the blood and letting it fall.

In an instant, the feeling of longing for power in his heart was infinitely magnified, and Aragorn was tormented and transformed.

"Ahh

Syllable!

With a terrible roar, a desert scorpion emerged, and a tail spike pierced Aragorn's back!

Aragorn's eyes widened, and he lowered his head, wasn't the heart hanging from the thorn his own, still fiery and beating, but it quickly lost its luster and turned into a mess of liquid.

Can a creature survive without a heart?

Of course not!

So am I going to die?

Aragorn felt the passing of life, everything around him quickly turned gray, and he fell into darkness.

No!

I can't die yet!

How could I die!

Aragorn struggled, he didn't want to die, he tried to break the shackles of darkness and return to the world, but it was so difficult.

In reality, the desert giant scorpion looked at the struggling titan in front of him with disdain, but in his heart he thought, what are you struggling for?

Rumble!

Strange things happened, Aragorn's body radiated endless brilliance, and a powerful force rose!

This force also crushed this desert giant scorpion in an instant, without mercy!

The desert giant scorpion never thought that this little guy who had already gone to hell would take his life!

"Ahh

Aragorn fell to his knees, his hands twisted, looking at the hollow hole in his chest.

Am I not dead?

But I lost my heart?

Why am I alive without a heart?

Why?

I'm really miserable!

Yes, without the heart, Aragorn survived, breaking the shackles of endless darkness with his perseverance. But correspondingly, he also endured endless pain, as if there were tens of thousands of steel needles piercing his body, and as if there were countless ants gnawing at flesh and blood.

It can really be said that you can't survive, you can't die.

Rumble!

The camp in the distance shattered, and a high platform rose from the bottom of the schoolyard, and the bright hedron around it foreshadowed the traces of the magic circle.

Not far away, Albert and Giaco, who were in a bitter battle, looked at each other.

Their tired and anguish countenances finally came to their hearts.

"Titan, you haven't abandoned us. Albert, a resolute man, shed tears, and so did Jaco from afar.

In the tribes of the Titans, there is a prophecy that has been passed down from generation to generation.

When the Titans suffer a catastrophe, there will be a revivalist, armed with a giant shield and a great sword, with a brave heart to revive the glory of the Titans!

The Heart of the Brave was sealed under the school grounds by the first patriarch since the Titans were stationed in the Nazar region, and now it is alive, which means that the prophecy is about to come true.

Sou!

On the high platform, a heart-like thing beats, quite rhythmic. Every time he trembled, it caused a change in his surroundings, and circles of invisible sound waves rippled out.

The tired or badly wounded Titan warriors recovered in an instant, and their strength increased considerably. On the other hand, the demon creatures wailed under the outpouring of power.

This is the heart of the brave! A sacred relic belonging to the Titans!

"What's that? I'm going to get it!"

In the lair of the Death Sanctuary, an ancient voice exuded its own will, those demons went crazy!

Desolate Old Gods, Ancient Demons, True Masters of the Lair of the Sanctuary of Death!

Sou!

The next moment, the heart of the brave jumped up, and the space suddenly rippled in circles.

In an instant, it vanished, disappearing above the high platform.

When Aragorn was in unbearable pain, the space in front of him shattered, and a heart flew out with an unrivaled momentum.

Touch!

The heart of the brave jumped happily, filling directly into Aragorn's chest, and the broken flesh and bones of Senbai quickly recovered.

Just a face, Aragorn is as good as ever!

If it weren't for the clothes on his upper body that had already shredded into strips of cloth, he would have thought that the previous encounter was a dream.

Gently caressing his heart, Aragorn felt a powerful beat, and the pain in his body receded like a tide.

"Send Aragorn out intact at all costs!"

Albert gave the last order in his life, as long as Aragorn is still there, the fire of the Titans will still be there, and hope will be there!