Under the battlefield, the flickering of the book of the messenger of light became faster and faster, and Jin Li's silver figure floated in the light, "Unwilling to bear the food of fate, enjoy the despair given by fate, the wandering orphan Jin Li looks forward to meeting you in hell to end the evil lies promised by the hypocritical gods." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the Cosmo steppe, an unmarked area, 200,000 paladins lined up, the light filled, the swords unsheathed, and the armor carved with light veins resembled a god on a tall warhorse, noble and unattainable.

Behind him, a million people hugged each other tightly, terrified, low sobs almost filled the entire convoy, at this time, except crying, this group of creatures who had believed for half their lives had no ability to resist.

"Hiss~"

The horses paced slightly, spitting saliva restlessly, and the aura of slaughter around them was like a giant death skeleton in their keen intuition, laughing at them fiercely.

In front of the paladin, the darkness that had not yet dawned covered the entire area, completely burying everything, that is, there was nothing but darkness.

However, they did not dare to move!

As a knight of the gods, the paladin's fearlessness and sacrifice are deeply imprinted in the hearts of every knight who swears to protect the Light, making them regard fear as the most absurd joke ever since. Death is regarded as the most ridiculous child's play.

But they didn't dare to move.

The darkness in front of him was silent, and the darkness before dawn carved the word "safety" into everything. But it is like the petals of the legendary mandala, tempting every living being to pick it, smell it, and then take everything away from it when the living being is completely intoxicated.

Of course, it's not that they're afraid, it's just ...... The sobs of millions of people behind them constantly reminded them of the responsibility on their shoulders and the weight of the long sword in their hands.

Even if the weight of a soul is only 21 grams, then a million 21 grams is not something that anyone can carry.

Time passed little by little, the frost and snow in the sky fell, the protective shields of the surrounding imprints shattered in trembling, and snowflakes fell, covering the bodies of this group of poor and strong people.

The cold never stopped, the hexagonal snowflakes melted, the cold snow soaked the roof of the carriage, the thick quilt could not block the warm flow, and one after another the soft quilt became as cold as pig iron.

"Mom, I'm cold ......"

Children's innocence never changes because of fear, and the young mind has its own definition of facing death, so even fate cannot break the pure light in their hearts.

The young body was held tightly in the arms of the woman, and the little warmth was transmitted to the trembling children, although the despair in the hearts of the women was almost broken.

The hearts of the benevolent paladins trembled, and the light of the Lord taught them how to guard, but did not teach them how to guard, and the same thing that had been thought to have turned into a knife that pulled them deep into their hearts.

Forgive the incompetence of believers, Lord!

And this time, the Lord answered them!

The cold sun was pulled out of the unknown world by the Lord, and the cold and bright light refracted from the horizon, shattering the darkness of the pitch.

The darkness gradually dissipated, leaving behind a hazy gray mist, and the holy light in the paladin's hand bloomed violently, and the power of the holy light or light was like a bright lamp, evaporating the gray mist and expelling the ugly spots of light.

"It's coming!"

The paladins roared, and the two hundred thousand figures pressed down at the same time, under the heavy helmets, their resolute eyes stared through the gaps at the gradually receding fog in front of them, they raised the long swords in their hands, and the sharp edges were refracted by the white light of the regained clean snow layer, which made people feel distracted; they clamped the war horses under them, and the irritable war horses kicked the thick snow layer, splashing layers of snow foam; they ......

However, just when they were ready for battle, fate played a small joke on them.

Large pieces of minced flesh were thrown around, the vicious head was half buried in the snow, the vicious eyes were still half-open, revealing a murderous aura, the blood had long since dried up, and the dark red blood clots condensed on the white snow layer, like a small black dot on a snow-white rice paper, so abrupt and so disgusting.

Other than that, there is nothing else.

Yes, there is no one! There are no imaginary blades of death, no brutal orcs, only endless layers of snow and the cold sun rising on the horizon.

"What about the orcs?"

A question sounded in the hearts of all the paladins, causing the condensed battle intent to stagnate.

"Where are the orcs?"

"What's the situation?"

"Where did the orcs go? disappeared? Impossible, the orcs are not assassins, how can they disappear?"

............

More and more questions rang in the minds of every paladin, and they looked left and right, hoping that someone would come out to answer their questions and tell them what had happened.

"Who was warning just now? Did the orcs really show up?"

"Could it be that we were deceived? Maybe they were deliberately training us? There has been this kind of training in history!"

"But ......"

When the first doubter appeared, Moser's heart chuckled, and his sharp instinct told him that something bad was going to happen, and that if it did, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Who the hell is it? so boring, isn't it?"

............

The battle formation of 200,000 paladins exploded in an instant, eagerly summoning recruits who had not even undergone any training to be stingy with a little patience.

"Stay quiet, stay vigilant!"

Mercer turned his horse, the long sword in his hand was raised, and the rich holy light turned into a pillar of light and rose into the sky, "Be on alert!"

"Cut~" Hundreds of thousands of recruits involuntarily let out a disdainful cry, in their opinion, the old paladins are a group of persecuted paranoid neurotics, one by one they think they have experienced the so-called blood sea knife mountain, high up, pointing fingers at their own paladins of the same status, in the name of being able to live longer, spreading ridiculous experiences, in fact, all nonsense.

"Moser Paladin, don't be too nervous, the orcs aren't here at all, you're too sensitive. The young paladin stepped forward, patted Moser on the shoulder, and said kindly, "That orc was just an accident, maybe he just got lost by accident......?"

"Shut up!"

Moser roared, Aihua's death was in front of him, who dared to say that it was an accident? The lives of millions of people in front of him were in front of him, who dared to say that it was an accident? And ridiculously lost, such a cold and snowy place, the lost orcs can still survive, is it the god of light who is protecting him?

"Be vigilant, everybody gives me vigilance to guard against any danger that may arise. ”

"Cut, old antique. ”

The young paladin made no secret of his voice, looking at Moser whose face sank suddenly, he whistled as if he didn't care, and turned his head to look to the side.

"What's the danger? It's just ...... What is that?"

The young paladin's face changed in vain, his brows furrowed, and his eyes fixed on the other side of the convoy.

There, a large part of the distant horizon was missing for no apparent reason, as if it had been erased alive, and the white layer of snow slowly creeped away, as if it was slowly approaching, and as if it was slowly moving away, and the confused snow light disturbed the paladin's eyes, making him blink unconsciously.

Blink ...... Two winks ...... Triple Blink......

"No!" the young paladin snorted violently, the sword in his hand unsheathed, and the holy light bloomed on the sword, "Holy light, that evil ......" (to be continued.) )