PS: I don't have enough time, I haven't finished this chapter, I'll send it first, and I'll replace the whole one later. Well, for full attendance

Richard had been beaten up.

In terms of strength, he is not much worse than Naru, but it must be noted that he has been fighting for a whole day. From the moment the horn sounded in the early morning until the sunset hung obliquely, he was a well-deserved arrow, fighting on the front line.

Seriously, since his cultivation, he is most proud of his strength and body, and he can't even measure his own limit, so that for a certain period of time he thinks that his strength is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.

But after a day of high-intensity fighting, he finally felt a trace of weakness, although it was really just a trace of it, but the long-lost feeling of weakness that fed back to him from the depths of his muscles still made him understand that he must not fight for a long time.

Therefore, he played a 'small trick' and took the lead, although in the duel with the king, this is not glorious, and it is stained with glory, but what he wants is not only glory and glory, but to live with these brothers who trust him.

But he failed in the end, and he was defeated by the terrible power of 'evil power'.

The evil orcs present are all Naru's nourishment, as long as the damage he receives does not exceed the speed of recovery, as long as the evil orcs do not die, he can rely on the superior evil energy to control, a steady stream of recovery from injuries, replenish physical strength.

On the other hand, after the initial feeling of weakness rose, his physical strength declined rapidly, and under the feedback of muscle soreness, his speed became slower and slower, and his strength became smaller and smaller.

The battle situation also changed from evenly matched, to difficult to resist, and now powerless to resist, he ate a series of attacks from Naru solidly, and was dizzy from the beating, until, he fell from mid-air, felt the solidity of the earth, and felt the familiar breath.

Fresh with sweetness, gentle with fragrance, that is his love, is the treasure he is willing to protect with his life.

However, before the war, he had made arrangements that she should not be here.

The information fed back by the limbs and hundreds of bones was only pain, endless pain, no pain, he felt that he should be proud, even if it was an extraordinary martial artist, or the legendary Vajra warrior monk, under the continuous critical attacks of the commander of the Burning Legion, he had to turn into a cloud of blood mist.

But he was still alive, although the bones were broken and the muscles were broken, at least the head could still move, the eyes could still be opened, and he still wanted to see her one last time.

Trying to open his eyes, his vision changed from blurry to clear, because of the angle, the first thing that caught his eyes was not her, but his partners, comrades-in-arms and brothers.

His eyes met theirs, and he could feel the trepidation and uneasiness in those gazes, which made him want to hide from it, and he lowered his head, but only for a moment, he stubbornly raised it again.

He looked at them and smiled hard.

Orcs, even if it is death, should face it calmly, not panic!

Then, he saw her, a face with innocence and beauty that was delicate and innocent, and the pear blossoms that were crying at this time brought rain and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Richard's thoughts drifted for a moment, as if he had seen them meet for the first time, when he was a Pigar squire who was nothing, and his greatest hope was to eat five meals a day.

At that time, she was the princess of the proud Smai Swan people, a well-deserved pearl of the Orc Empire, and the object of countless talents and handsomes.

There are 108,000 miles between them, as far away as one end of the empire and one end of the empire, but sometimes, fate is so wonderful.

He worked hard for him and worked hard to cultivate, he was a pig, but the super-level pig-man was still extraordinary, and she followed him away, regardless of the persuasion of her parents, regardless of the obstruction of her relatives, and then there was a husband and wife today.

Richard tried to raise his head, trying to maintain his usual hippie smile, and said, "Beauty, don't cry, the flowers on your face will not be beautiful." If you let others see it, you will lose your reputation as the first beauty of the Smai tribe, but where will I put my old face?

How can I say that your husband is also a famous figure now, the great Divine Comedy shaman!"

"I'm going to die, and I'm still so dishonest in my mouth. She was a little helpless, but she replied in the tone of her voice: "What's the matter? What's wrong? I think the old lady is old, right? Are you going to go out and find a young and beautiful one?"

Poof!

After saying that, both of them laughed.

"You shouldn't come, I have prepared a back road for you, enough for you to live peacefully until you grow old, but now, you can only go to the underworld with me, but rest assured, no matter where you go, your husband will protect you. Richard smiled and smiled, and the corners of his mouth were full of bitterness:

The girl said, "Then you know how I got here?"

"What else can I do? Uncle Polly is not weak, but his head is not good, you are a ghost, trying to deceive him is not the same as playing. Hey, no......" Richard frowned: "Even if you deceive Uncle Polly, you can't enter the legion, let alone follow until now?"

"I'm just telling them you need me. So, they brought me. She was still laughing, smiling sweetly, and after laughing at herself, she took out a musical instrument.

It was a harp that shone with seven colors.

Richard seemed to think of something, and immediately shouted: "No, no, I absolutely disagree." ”

"Richard, you can't die, and I won't let you die. She stroked Richard's face, so gently, and then, without any further hesitation, her fingers fluttered the strings, her throat lifted lightly, and the desolate song sounded over the open field.

That's a war song!

War Song, one of the oldest in the orc power system, can use bizarre singing to achieve certain magical effects, such as summoning pets, such as driving elemental power, and once upon a time, war song was also a compulsory lesson for shamans.

However, with the decline of the demon tide, this power system has gradually weakened, and cultivators have become more and more rare, and because of the particularity of the inheritance, it is extremely difficult to cultivate.

Strictly speaking, Richard's Divine Comedy Shaman should be the big character in the war song, but in fact, he has some special opportunities to get this position, and he can't write a war song, but his wife is a war song genius.

The song was sung in the ancient orc language, and few of those present could understand it, but this did not prevent them from feeling the desolate and tragic power, and with the singing, inexplicable waves rippled out.

"Stop, stop, stop. Richard twisted his neck frantically, he tried to control his body to interrupt her spell, but below the neck, he couldn't control even a finger.

Soon after, the war song had gradually taken shape, and if there was an old shaman here, he would have been able to hear it, this war song came from the "Divine Comedy", the Requiem of Heaven Town, Chapter 13, called "The Song of the Blessed One".

It also has a popular name - damage transfer, the shaman can transfer the damage of the victim to himself through the war song, of course, because most of the shamans have a weak system, so if they don't do it well, they will kill themselves.

Therefore, this war song is also a famous forbidden war song, and very few people practice it, and she began to study it a long time ago......

"Uncle Polly, Uncle Polly, here, here, help me, help me. Richard saw Polly in the crowd, and as if grasping hope, he cried out almost pleadingly:

Polly, a middle-aged bear man, looked at Richard with undisguised sadness, but finally lowered his head.

As the war song drew to a close, the brilliance was restrained, and Richard's wounds were recovering at an almost indescribable rate, while her face was decaying at an even faster rate.

Finally, Richard's arm was able to move, and he reached out for the first time, trying to grab the harp for spellcasting, and he succeeded, but her arm was scattered like sand.

The brilliance was gone, and Richard could no longer see a single scar on his body, but he was dumbfounded, and he reached out to touch her, but his arm stopped in front of her face, and hesitated.

She seemed very happy, because he was finally alive, and when she looked up, she looked at him and smiled brightly: "Remember what you said the night you left?"

"Remember, remember!" Richard nodded hurriedly:

"You say, this war is unwinnable, but you have to do it, just because, orcs, never be slaves!" she said softly, and looked up again at the warriors around her, and with all her strength, she said:

"Orcs, never be slaves!"

This sentence is incomparably infectious, and the eyes of countless orc warriors lit up, as if they had regained the persistence in their hearts again, they were no longer confused, no longer afraid, but faced fate and never compromised.

"Richard, even if the years go by, don't forget me!"

These were her last words, and then she scattered into grit in the breeze, and this was the last time he looked at her, and he pretended not to know, and replied in a similar way: "If I find a better one, how can I remember you?"

As he spoke, he could no longer hold back the tears that came out of his eyes.

Sonor!

I didn't know that the warrior slammed his weapon on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Sonorous!

More and more warriors joined in, and the uniform sound seemed to have been rehearsed for thousands of years.

Boom! Boom!

It was all the orc warriors smashing their weapons against the ground again, and the earth trembled in the impact.

Richard finally stood up, he put the harp into his bosom preciously, straightened his clothes, spat at the foam, rubbed his hands together, and straightened his hair again coquettishly, and then, naturally, someone presented the savage mace, and he just carried it in one hand, and walked out.

The orc legions split like waves, branching out a path, and he walked in front, followed by countless orc warriors......

Naruben has already left, and there are naturally someone on the side of the evil orc army to take over, compressing the position, and encircling and suppressing the orcs is already a very simple matter, and he doesn't need to pay attention to it anymore.

But when the light of the war song lit up and the sound of the collision came, he suddenly turned around, his cold eyes shrunk, and he looked at the approaching figure.

"Hehe, this time I'm going to have to smash you into meat sauce. ”

Although Naru said this, his expression was not as relaxed as before, and the ragged flesh wings that had regrown unfolded, and he kicked the ground and flew into the sky.

This time, he will never engage in silly hand-to-hand combat with the other party on the ground.

In the center of the battlefield, on the front line of the confrontation, Richard looked up at Naru, his eyes calm and sad.

"We're going to divide life and death!"

When he said this, he seemed to say another trivial matter, and then, no longer looking at the other, he looked up, looked at the last ray of the sun that was about to disappear in the sky, and roared and opened his throat.

"I sprint against the peak, the steep cliffs, the steep peaks, can't stop my pace. ”

"I dance in the blizzard, and the whistling whirlwind, the cold of the knife, accompanies me. ”

"I run through the boundless wilderness, in the company of vicious monsters, and temper my will between life and death. ”

"I, the people of the beast god Kampas, I will never give up, and I will never admit defeat. ”

Loud singing echoed across the battlefield, still in the ancient orc language, a near-lost language that even most orcs could not understand, but that did not affect the emotion and trembling that rose from the depths of their veins.

This is the true Divine Comedy, the Lonely Watch, a unique war song given to him by the beast god Kampas, the Divine Comedy Shaman.

This is also the original sacrifice of the orcs, and it is their desire to fight with heaven and earth for a chance to survive.

Richard is a Divine Comedy shaman, but he didn't comprehend this war song, or a long time ago, no Divine Comedy shaman could comprehend this war song, but now, somehow, his heart burned with me, and he unconsciously rushed out of his mouth.

So, thousands of years later, the 'Lonely Watch' reappeared in the world.

As a result, the 'sun' in the sky never fell again, and there, every great being opened its eyes, the flames burned, and the sky became clear again.

So, as if a phantom appeared in the void, it was a boundless wilderness, it was a scene of worship by countless orcs, it was a picture of war against heaven and earth, it was a rough and majestic palace.

There were warriors who came out of the palace, their armor tattered, their spears stained with blood, they were burly, they walked like a mountain, they seemed to have come out of endless history, standing proudly between heaven and earth, fearless.

This is...... Heroic Spirit!

This is the most powerful orc ancestor warrior, after they died on the battlefield, they received offerings with the orc ancestral land to form a holy soul.

I saw them cast their eyes, looked at Richard, nodded slightly, and then turned into a streamer and disappeared into Richard's body, so Richard stepped on the concussive air ripples and roared into the sky.

When the sunset eyes appeared on the horizon, Naru felt the fear, the fear of death, and he didn't expect that this battle, which was like a refreshment after a meal, would actually attract the attention of a throne.

But in a hurry, he went crazy again, because he felt the power, transmitted from far away space, and transmitted into his body along the network of 'evil energy'.

It must have been a certain terrifying leader of the Burning Legion who sensed his danger and did not hesitate to lose the power he transmitted, so he was relieved that in his cognition, the Burning Legion would never fail.

However, the reality is so brutal that there is no suspense in the battle from the beginning.