In the calm black swan lake, soft as silk, waves slid out of a rare creature that was as dangerous as its massive body.

In response, the floor of the castle, guarded by the undead knight Descartes, opened to reveal a large head, a hungry mother who had just given birth to the next mythical offspring and was now desperately in need of food.

Many low-to-mid species from the Muse continent, blessed. Because this "wurm couple" is the pet of the legendary female shaman Elizabeth, the blood queen is a symbol of strength and authority in a land that is regarded by humans as wild, backward, and brutal and bloody. And the little ones she dotes on, occasionally go out to forage for food and "naughty", and they will harvest the lives of an entire small tribe. The great lord who once had a muse made a solemn protest to the midgod [demigod] after losing several excellent shamans, the shaman king, the respected honorary vice president, the Duke of Maga Black Sheep just sighed, and then there was no follow-up, and then the great lord was made into a flesh puppet in the luxurious mansion, devouring his own flesh for a living, starting from his feet, and then cutting open his chest and digging out internal organs, until he died"To the point.

This kind of little joke full of fun is endlessly in the muse, so when the Blood Queen mysteriously disappeared a few years ago, most of the lords were relieved, and the alien who liked to steal human bodies finally got out of the door and could sleep peacefully.

Emerging from the underground castle with the Nile Python is a young warrior wearing a mask of redemption known to the Immortals, blonde and lame.

Wurm and God of War descended at the same time.

The situation collapsed completely.

Lecch was all shattered by the blonde lame Ares' wings, or reduced to ashes in the artificial light that emanated from the instrument.

The vast majority of blood gnomes and half-beast races become tonic fodder for little boys and girls, or become dolls of the Lich King, heading for unclean destruction in cannibalism with their kind. The fate of the scarce gray-blooded mammoths and the minotaur chieftain was relatively better, most of them lying in pools of blood, mutilated limbs, not fatal, as if the undefined Lich King had been given some kind of order to show the most incredible charity on the battlefield like hell.

More than a dozen members of the wolf clan were all killed, this is the purpose they believe in, only to die in battle, not surrender. In history, there are many negotiations between the New Night Monarch Immortal Species and the human nobles but they do not see the light, there is little compromise with the werewolves, and the relationship with the two Holy Sees, there is only conspiracy encirclement and heroic exile. The horse's hooves trampled on the Black Swan Lake to punish the human knights who set up the banner of order, except for a very few who slipped through the net, all died at the hands of the brilliant magic and the true sense of the order, and soon, the soft leader of the land will show the world its cruelty, and the corpse of every arrogant person will be nailed to the tall and cold triangular wooden frame until the last drop of blood is shed and can be pecked by the birds of prey.

The price on the side of order is not small, Sayuri, the three original skeleton knights, are fragmented, and there is only a small possibility of being repaired, and the second batch of low-level skeleton knights are all shattered and destroyed, but the lich and the final mature body of the Lich King remain amazingly intact, and the old knights of the Clough family have lost twenty-one, disabled thirty-four, and the rest are all wounded, in response to the family motto of the "warmonger" Clough - when you go to the battlefield, you either cut off the enemy's head or be cut off by the enemy, both are the glory of the warrior.

The old master of Clough was an outlier who shone in the same era as the old Duke of Rotonchild, but the two were not close, on the contrary, there was some petty hostility that would not tear the skin apart, and no one could have predicted that an obsidian heir would become the personal priest of the old vampire. The last rays of dusk faded, the war ended, Augustine, who had always been on the front line, was unharmed, supporting an ordinary ally knight closest to him, slowly walking out of the battlefield, and the bloodstained Jurgen led all the knights with mobility, kneeling neatly, without any oath, but this was undoubtedly the knight's highest respect for another knight.

The two wurms returned to the bottom of the lake and the Garden of Eden with painless scars, and after a full meal, they were very satisfied. The relationship between the black mamba king snake nicknamed Little Boy and Augustine in the past few years is actually contradictory, if it weren't for the hostess to stop him, as long as he had the opportunity, the little boy would definitely not hesitate to swallow this young human into his stomach and digest it, but it suffered enough, because the treacherous guy can always toss out some tempting but highly poisonous desserts, so that it hurts and is happy after its mouth, these snacks may be a sneak added cheap elements and "bitch metal" But today, it took the initiative to touch Augustine lightly with its tail, which means that it regarded Augustine as a friend.

This is something that any human can be proud of, the old man in the Caucasus who was scolded by the Titan God of War as an old bastard, the imperial puppeteer Old Rome, in addition to partly coming from a half-angel and half-human physique holy descendant, but also because he has a Caroline baby dragon as his "friend".

In the night, the clever madmen of the Sheep's Horn Laboratory are the most excited, this group of ghosts of the underground castle, one by one, rushed out of the ground, they helped clean up the battlefield, and carried a large number of materials that are not common in the [ewe] back to the underground castle, if the filthy corpse of the blood dwarf is not precious, and the body of the wolf clan can still remain warm for a long time after death is not rare, then what about the living dark elves? Many of these "trophies" are extremely difficult to tame, but under the watchful eye of Descartes, the Lich King, and the blonde boy, especially after a Lecch was slowly burned to death in an artificial light at close range by an impatient archon, and the angry marquis of the Gondehuus family had a bat wing torn off by a masked lame, no heretic dared to struggle and resist.

Jurgen was one of the last members of the Order to return underground, and he was so preoccupied that he wanted to speak, but the young and unusually powerful pious man dispelled his concerns and made a meaningful promise: "The glorious knights who die for the order will never become knights of the dead, and I will open a cemetery to bury them, and when they are buried, I will read the Teachings myself." ”

Jurgen was thrilled.

"Teachings"!

The fourth official canon of the Vatican in the Vatlantican after "The Heavenly City", the "Theological Encyclopedia" of Aquinas the master, and the "Confessions" of Saint Alehan!

Even if this priest who walked out of the monastery of Maidaiola has been stripped of his title of nobility and lost his rank of great priest, he is still the most special existence in the Vatrentif, like a thorn pierced into the bone marrow of the Holy See, and even the new priest is unwilling to pull it out. Jurgen had no reason not to believe his comrades-in-arms, and in the soft recitation of the Teachings, the soul could not enter heaven after death. As excited as Jurgen was Professor Shirley, and even the emotionally indifferent Miss Philee showed some unconcealed mood swings, Augustine roughly distributed the spoils to the three laboratories, as fair as ever, and promised Miss Philip and Professor Shirley to each exchange a considerable number of thought points for additional experimental materials, of which Professor Shirley used more than forty points to win the only female dark elf and the most intact immortal baron. Assistant Teacher Kim was already trembling with joy, for this freak workaholic, dissecting living bodies, verifying heretical propositions, and burying oneself in the vast expanse of information in a dimly lit room was the greatest and only joy of life.

When everyone returned to the Underground Kingdom of Poetry, Augustine was still standing on the ground, looking out over the hillside, where several Saxon forest knights had deliberately "survived", and a female knight who was about to leave the south, and she would be greeted by a larger battlefield that someone called a meat grinder, with countless Imperial Jihadi Knights, relying on the heads of Saxon heretics to increase their medals and merits. Yesterday, she approached Augustine and offered to ask for an inscription in the arcane that was deeper than the mark, a kind of surgery on the soul level, but the man who had always been calculating and seeking to maximize profit uncharacteristically refused.

Augustine looked around and muttered, "Marceau, it's finally completely clean." ”

He finally waved his hand towards the hillside, kind of a soft goodbye.

It was too far away for him to see if the female knight was smiling or lonely.

Augustine, who walked down the spiral staircase to close the puzzle of the Virgin, laughed at himself and thought to himself, it must have been more joyful, what haughty woman would want to stay in this hellish place and rub the shoulders of a bastard man?

On the hillside, Hera Bolsefor, the daughter of Andrei, the Empire's number one great heretic, and one of the few female Grand Knight of the Saxons, was stunned, and was not in a hurry to follow her followers out of Black Swan Lake. Riding on the back of a fennel and a purebred horse, she looked out toward the entrance to the underground castle, the last of her vague figures disappearing into darkness.

There was no disturbance in the separation between her and him, and the last meeting the day before his departure, he sat quietly in his study, reading a book of poems collected by the Duke's mother when she was young, which was the Duke's famous work, "Richard's Moonlight" , It is this work that makes a noble lady with three ancient surnames choose to marry a man who is different from the heirs of ordinary big families, after a Rothonchilde falls, there are still two more ancient and majestic giants standing behind her, Constance and Fairmouth, two of the ten most powerful families in the epic continent, but she still chose to die with her "mediocre" husband who was not great compared to her ancestors in countless incomprehensions and regrets.

It is said that even Jupiter the Great had a great headache, for soon the two families sent arrogant and angry emissaries to the Empire to issue long and bitter condemnations, and not only that, but many of the Holy Empire's foreign trade, which had earned a large surplus, were at the same time dealt a blow that could not be ignored, and are still affected by this effect to this day.

On the same day, Augustine carefully tore out a plain title page from Richard's Moonlight and gave it to Hera, on which were several lines of beautiful and slender text: If you don't go ahead, you won't know whether the distant landscape is beautiful or desolate, majestic or lonely.

If you don't go to the battlefield, how can you know whether you will win or lose, whether it will be glory or disgrace.

No matter how arduous it is, no matter how far away it is, there are only two steps away, take the first step, and take another step.

Every child must grow up and mature on their own, because in the future, we will all be the father or mother of our children.