In suffering, when life is fragile like a spark in the sea. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info People learn how to forget everything and keep looking forward. It's as if they almost never mourn. That's a waste of time.

We need to do more and more things, to go more and more ways.

No one will pity anyone, and in such a world, people who are constantly ****ing their wounds like wild beasts will only run to the next goal, even if they fall no matter how many companions fall. Until they get that glimmer of hope, they can only run.

A brief burial ceremony is not even a ceremony. It was only the old mage's remaining robes and broken staff that were left in the deepest part of the underground temple. Let time pay tribute to this old man who didn't even tell the people in the shelter his name.

Yes, one of the greatest sorcerers in the history of mankind, since the day he came to the Vault, has never given his name to those "young people". This old man who has worked hard all his life for a group. After the collapse of Elpis, he still dedicates his power to the continuation of mankind incognito, except for the old people who are silent for some reason. Almost all of them don't know that there was once such a great man around them. They just know that an old mage who has to take care of everything he likes and has to do everything himself has died. They just know that there's still a long ...... ahead It's a long way to go.

As a man named Proteus once said, when people finally understood that there was always some suffering to be borne alone that they could not share with others, they learned the power to endure loneliness...... It's silence. Just like death, it is always silent from the beginning to the end.

The distant flames of war began to fade and become silent. When more than ten minutes passed, only the demon spirit that was still frantic and noisy was still lingering in place. This is the dark years, war and flight, crushing and being crushed.

War is one step closer to humanity, and humanity is left with only ...... Fled.

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Occasionally, several long trails of light would pass in the distance, seemingly splitting the entire black sky in half, and the huge flow of energy made it incompatible with the whole world. Even the winds blowing thousands of miles away overwhelmed the already large "tide". Layer by layer blowing up the weathered sand and dust on the ground, people who ran with the wind could not open their eyes, and had to cover their mouths and noses with sand-proof cloth strips on their hands to prevent those particles polluted by demons from penetrating into people's bodies and causing damage that could not be underestimated.

Suddenly, as if it was an incomprehensible scene, a tide of demons suddenly poured back. At a distance that was unnoticed, it instantly restrained the distant energy-infested canyon. When the extracted spirits are enough to form a local energy difference, the filled spirits will wrap up any superfluous changes and smooth out those that disrupt the cycle. This is a natural phenomenon of the world, and it is also the most basic self-protection law of heaven and earth.

It's just that the people running in the wind can't see it.

The men at the front of the group gradually retreated, and Laus, who had retreated to the center of the crowd, gently plucked the horn from the top of Kerr's head, and sounded the desolate horn once more.

............ Hurry up............ Faster! The crowd started to run faster and faster.

It's a race of life and death, the moment the horn sounds. The journey has quietly begun.

Not far away, a migratory army of hundreds of races began to change their direction, moving rapidly along the path of the crowd and gradually catching up with the pace of the humans.

This is in the last days............ , the last train before winter. The people who hold the poor supplies in their hands will pass through them to another world. Following this unshakable race, no one can stop the impact of the "torrent" unless they encounter the fantasy species of the establishment.

It is the determination of life to struggle in the face of the judgment of fate.

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The former Canyon of Death can no longer be called a canyon. Filled ravines, crumbling cliffs, scorched earth. All this is just a masterpiece of just a few dozen minutes.

Several mechanical saw legs, hundreds of meters high, slowly stretched out from the smoke and dust. Occasionally, a few silvery-white beams of light burst out from the massive metal fortress it carried, sweeping through the ruined castle. A spider-like mechanical monster emerges from the vision of all living beings and is carved into the eyes of the vanquished. Metal barrels, large and small, were asymmetrical, rudely protruding from the top and bottom of the body, still emitting curling smoke from overheating.

A dark iron metal fortress, a truly unrivaled mechanical creation. This is the fundamental reason why dwarves can really fight on multiple fronts and still be invincible...... ，

- A mobile city that can walk.

The dwarves affectionately called it "Himda" (the name of the god of wine in the dwarven lineage).

Each time it appeared, it marked the end of a battle, and the shadow cast by the huge city on the ground was ............ darker than the sky.

For example, now, the vampire's underground lair, this Death Canyon that has been leveled by high-powered weapons. The dwarven engineers who came in and out were still carrying the wealth that could survive such an attack, but they didn't see the slightest resistance from the vampires who had been here. Or, the slightest sound of a fight will be turned into a miserable howl by the dominant dwarven legions.

Tucker is one of those engineers who explores the ruins that originally belonged to vampires. Of course, he was also a real dwarven warrior in the necessary moments. Like his companions, he would charge at the unsightly vampires corrupted by the super-dense demonic beams, and then break off the fangs of their sins as their enemies begged for mercy and agony.

It's just that there are some small, different steps from those of the same family. That is, he would pray that after ending the painful soul of that enemy, he would tremble and take his share of the spoils. Unlike the mad dwarves who are stimulated by blood and violence. ...... He was praying, praying for a day when this endless border would truly pause.

He was tired of it, tired of this hopeless life.

Tucker, who had a mustache like the other dwarves, numbly opened one of the Bloods' underground chambers. Staggered by the frantically influx of partners around him. Tucker didn't take another look at the wealth that should have belonged to him.

...... He's just working, and work doesn't give him anything he wants. Looking at the ceiling of the Bloods that had been blown into the open air. The dwarf's gaze swept over the castle of his own country, the city that had brought him so much pride and pride, and looked at the black, screaming clouds.

Tucker felt like the whole world was strange, as if he was stuck in a strange circle, and he couldn't help himself. This black world always makes dwarves panic as if something is brewing.