The scorched earth stretches for thousands of miles, along the rugged land to the forest and snow fields, and the sword points to the mountaintop palace that towers between heaven and earth. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sun sets in the west, and the orange light pours lazily down from the sky, adding to the sadness.

The war is still going on and on, and even the weeds that are blown and grown in the spring breeze are too lamentable to themselves, and they can't resist the long-lasting blood that stains every inch of land and every piece of air, and finally deteriorates into rust and a pungent smell.

Changtian was like a transparent person, standing in the center of the battlefield, witnessing the bright red banner in a pool of blood, and the clash of swords and swords everywhere. Countless hideous and distorted faces are carved out as if they were a mold, immersed in the struggle for power and interests, and no one will let go! Killing is full of the dark side of human nature, and at the same time, it effortlessly dominates people's hearts.

Why? What are you fighting for...... I can't feel the blood boiling at all! Changtian shouted in his heart.

Fear hurts more than a blade, not just a conscience.

No one could see him, and naturally his voice would not be heard. He hung there like a wood, and only half a sound did he notice the orange-yellow light that reached into the sky in front of him, and the mountains filled with light were the famous Asgardian Mountains, and the land beneath his feet was the forgotten realm, the Winterless God's Domain.

The original rich green field of Idawal is no longer alive and well in the Nordic era, and has been reduced to a barren land that has been burned by war, trampled by anger, and has lost its former existence.

Changtian stepped on the blood-stained Idavar field, facing the river of dense fog that once never froze, and appeared on the smoke from time to time, and the feeling of depression was like a big mountain in the heart, and there was nowhere to vent. The scene of battlefield fighting and blood splashing in front of him, even if he is immersed in the scene several times, he can't get rid of the despair of being entangled by desire.

When the flag falls, it means that the other side is defeated. The flag is raised, welcoming new enemies from the end of the horizon......

Just when all his thoughts were lost, from the top of that holy mountain, the distant sound of a trumpet broke through the clouds and penetrated every corner of the earth. Everyone stopped their weapons and stared at the temple at the top of the main peak of the Asgard Mountains, chanting as if enchanted: "Valhalla!"

The sound of the horn was used to warn the fools who were trying to gain access to the Holy Mountain through the war, and I don't know who could use the artifact Gjallar's Horn to end this senseless war at this moment.

"What, this traveler, do you still want to move forward?" the ethereal and deep voice lingered in his ears, sometimes far and near, and it was difficult to determine the location of the person who spoke, "Could it be that you, like those ordinary people, think that you can obtain the supreme glory by stepping into the holy mountain?"

"Supreme glory? what is that!" Chang Tianping calmed the suppressed breath in his chest, and said with difficulty.

"Uh...... Why don't you play your cards according to the rules? Nobody knows, no one knows, but you don't know anything......" The voice hesitated a little, not believing that this man was not driven by power and profit.

"Why did he sacrifice so many people's lives? Just for the sake of a supreme glory, what can he bring to the soldiers?

"It's their own choice, not our will!" the speaker probably didn't expect Changtian to ask such a childish question, and the response faded.

"Who are you waiting for?" Chang Tian was eager to know everything, "Why did Valhalla turn away all the soldiers of the bloody battlefield? Isn't Valhalla the destination of the soldiers who died heroically on the battlefield!"

"Valhalla is indeed a temple where blessed heroes reside! All warriors who die in battle are allowed to enter this palace as guests...... But that was thousands of years ago, and they were all about taking on the inevitable sense of mission in the final battle in Ragnarok. ”

"But now it is different, what is the true soul of the world in the time of the Vaaldun, how can those who are driven by power want to know, and how can they ask Valhalla to accept the souls of those who died on the battlefield?"

"How many times have you passed through this place, this traveler, is it something that is not on your mind?" the voice asked.

Changtian was sad, his gums were clenched and his lips were slightly bowed, immersed in the wave of sadness that suddenly flooded in the depths of his heart. It took a long time for him to let go of his blood-filled lips and say word by word, "Stark, has he been rejected by Valhalla as well......?"

His interlocutor was somewhat shocked, he had never met such a traveler, since the beginning of the Walton era...... I have never met it once, and my deep voice echoes with an ecstatic tremor: "It turns out that you are worrying about others, not yourself!"

Changtian couldn't distinguish the other party's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and simply said nervously: "This, is there anything wrong?"

The other party quickly dispelled his doubts, diverted his attention with words, locked his eyes on the crooked flags in front of him, and guided: "Do you see those blood-stained flags?

Changtian shook his head and replied puzzledly: "I don't know either!"

"One day you will have the answers, and then the questions you ask me will be self-evident. O lost traveler, go back to where you came, and do not linger here for long, and do not wander in the whirlpool of fate like those poor lonely souls......"

"But...... I ......" Changtian was in a trance in front of his eyes, and his brain was buzzing.

This strange feeling is indescribably wonderful, it is not like an out-of-body soul, the scene of its physical and mental experience is extremely real, and it is not like the confusing illusion, which makes people feel uncertain, but there is a kind of horror that is drunk on the head.

When Changtian's consciousness returned to his body, the first thing he saw was the exquisite murals, which stood still on the mottled walls of time, recording a certain moment in the past, intricately and intricately. Then, his bloodshot eardrums picked up an urgent call from his partner, and he looked at them with a tired smile and said, "I'm fine......!

He smacked him with his fist and exclaimed with certainty: "You are not Changtian! Changtian will not be so considerate ......."

The corners of Augustine's mouth twitched and he smiled bitterly: "You fire-breather, don't spoil the scenery here!"

Erin breathed a sigh of relief, faced Nike face to face for a few seconds, dispelled her worries, smiled comfortably, but didn't say anything, just watched Yan Huo and Augustine, the two living treasures, start to fight there.

I don't know when she got used to getting along with such noisy partners, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart.