On the first day of the tenth year of the Frost Age, the Orcs of the Far North descended on Cosmo with hatred and death......

The rich color of blood turned into a blood-colored canopy that swallowed up the tranquility of Cosmo's giant city, and the tide of fear that had been bound for many days gushed out, turning into the precipitation of the monstrous flood that bombarded the giant city for thousands of years. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hundreds of thousands of citizens took to the streets, their bloodless faces with a strange whiteness, ****'s eyes glowing with a gray luster like dead fish, and their cloth clothes exuded a fishy smell, staring at the war not far away with an unspeakable despair.

The hideous orcs lost their minds and rushed up the city walls in waves of desperate play, their ugly and dirty faces like the devil turning in the middle of the night, and they were struck down in a roar, leaving behind blood and roars, and the terrifying evil aura spread like tentacles, tightly strangling the throats of every soldier, tearing at their resolute souls.

Groups of brave and fearless soldiers stepped forward one after another, withstanding the attacks of the orcs like a frenzy, the sharp horns of the minotaurs slammed into the wide shields unreasonably, the black armor was easily shattered like papier-mâché, the lion's fangs were deeply embedded in the shoulders, the werewolves' claws, the tigermen's whip tails, blood flowed, cutting through the painstaking scars, glowing with a strange purple color.

"Kill!"

The hundred-man chief Horton roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed down, chopping off a hideous wolf's head, blood splattering, fascinating his eyes, and bringing down a thick bloody scar.

He turned around violently, the shield was raised high, the wolf's head was shattered instantly, the bright white brain splattered, the huge horn slammed on the shield, and the terrifying recoil pressed Horton knelt down violently, he roared, roared, the majestic body was raised inch by inch, and the scarlet eyes of the killing erupted with a strong fighting intent.

"Poof"

The shield broke, the black metal shards fell with a clatter, and a huge horn pierced through Horton's body without hindrance, from front to back, the sound of bones breaking could not cause any ripples in the roaring battlefield, but there was a loud roar in Horton's ears,

I don't know where the anger is, Horton roared, his cracked hands grabbed the black and gray horns violently, and a loud cry gushed out from his chest, and the fighting spirit on Horton's body exploded instantly, breaking the boundaries of September, and the powerful power of the day surged all over his body, and the majestic coercion spread to the surrounding battlefields.

Dozens of orcs who were fighting slammed their bodies, only to feel that they were pressed hundreds of catties of weight on their bodies, and every time they swung the weapons in their hands, they had to consume more than twice as much strength as before.

"Kill!"

Horton raised his head to the sky and roared, with infinite pleasure, spraying a huge amount of blood through the huge wound, and his face turned a lot paler every moment.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes instantly fell on his body, and then instantly retracted, and the long sword in his hand danced with it, swinging out far beyond the previous speed, and the snowy blade jumped, bringing up an afterimage, accurately sinking into the neck of the orc on the opposite side, bringing up a series of blood columns.

In the blood-colored sky, a cold snort came, the Minotaur's body trembled, the giant horns above his head trembled, and a terrifying tearing force instantly descended on Horton's body.

"Hahahaha......"

Horton raised his head and laughed, streams of blood foam spurted from the corners of his mouth, soaking the torn black armor, terrifying cracks covered his body, like a shattered porcelain doll, a deep sense of exhaustion burst out from the depths of his body, a wave of sharp pain flooded his consciousness, and Horton felt like a wave of pain returning to his mother's embrace.

"Centurion!"

Forty-three roars sounded at the same time, and forty-three iron-clad men had red eyes in an instant, and with the muffled sound of forty-three long swords entering the abdomen, forty-three sword qi shot wildly at the same time, like forty-three meat grinders, rushing into the surging beast tide.

Forty-two...... Forty-one...... Thirty...... Eight...... Zero!

A squad of a hundred September fighters lost their lives......

"See, they fought for you, shed their blood for you, gave their lives for you. ”

"They are your warriors, your guardians, and your most worthy of thanks. ”

"And what about you?"

"Gather here and watch the enemy unleash his cowardice unscrupulously, unscrupulously reveal his timidity, and unscrupulously vent his resentment. ”

"Is this your reward? Is this your thanksgiving? Is this what the great gods teach you?

Archbishop Miser stood in front of hundreds of thousands of citizens, and his heart-wrenching rebuke was transmitted to everyone's hearts with the strong spiritual power of the holy level.

"Bishop, we ......"

"You are afraid, you are afraid, you are restless, you are afraid of the end of life, you are afraid of the destruction of glory, you are afraid of the rupture of blood. ”

"But, do you see? The living beings, the ones who have no longer life and a better tomorrow than you, they could have gone away and gone to the south of the continent to obtain glory that you could never have imagined by the long sword in their hands. ”

"But what did they do?"

"They fought so hard to protect you, gave up everything at their fingertips, and rushed into the battlefield of the devil, fighting powerful enemies, and forging an impregnable wall with their lives!"

"So, what are you doing!"

Misher almost screamed as he uttered the last word, and two lines of cloudy old tears slipped down, dripping onto the white robes and smashing onto the hard bluestone slabs.

This kind and indifferent old man finally couldn't help it, the truth that almost drove him crazy didn't stop reminding him for a moment of what cruelty is, this wall will kill a full 30,000 defenders, no more, no less, 30,000.

What is this? This is a conspiracy! A naked and undisguised conspiracy!

If even one of the four knights made it to the city wall, all of these 30,000 people would not die.

If, even if only one thousand of the tens of thousands of light mages could go up to the city wall, these 30,000 people would not all die.

If......

It's just, alas, no if.

Tens of thousands of citizens were completely stunned, a pair of knees unconsciously bent down, kneeling on the cold bluestone slab, numb and frightened eyes gradually calmed down, the extinguished faith rekindled the flames, and the white silk threads that could not be seen by the naked eye rose from the citizens' bodies one by one, and disappeared into the unknown void.

Thin murmurs rose slowly, and one familiar syllable after another continued to play, wafting over the giant city of Cosmo.

"When the dawn breaks through the darkness, the cold is driven away by the sun, all things awaken in the grace of the Lord, a new day is yours, infinite life is yours, we cannot control every second. ”

"At the beginning of a new day, we all remember your kindness and raise the voice of praise in our hearts. Through the morning of the Lord, our hearts are fresh, our spirits are fresh, and all things are new. ”

More and more people knelt down, and the white threads in the sky became denser and denser, like fine catkins, gradually merging into the holy Cosmo Cathedral.

"When"

The bell rang for the Cosmo Cathedral, which had been silent for a long time, and the ripples slowly rippled across the entire Cosmo Giant City, and a pair of eyes that were either timid, fearful, or desperate opened from the dark corner, looking in awe at the place where the bell rang.

"When"

As the bell rings, a holy white light blooms at the top of Cosmo Cathedral, condensing a pair of huge holy wings.

The wings fluttered, and the feathers of light fell into every pair of eyes, and suddenly, restlessness was appeased, despair was banished, fear was stifled, and hope was blooming.

The exhausted warriors were given new strength, the wounded warriors were redeemed by the light, and the dying warriors were given new life...... Hundreds of warriors rose to their feet, picked up their swords and roared at the mad orcs.

"What if...... The holy pearl is still there, how can it come to this point?"

Inexplicably, Misher remembered the holy bead he had discarded, and a faint remorse gradually permeated his heart. (To be continued.) )