The flames that soared into the sky, the roar of the warriors, the black-armored warriors who quickly mobilized on the city walls, and the silent giant beast were awakened by a puff of flames at this moment, casting a curious gaze. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Inside the city, the patrolling paladins turned their heads to look in the direction of the fire, and the corners of their already arrogant mouths showed a hint of mockery, the weak are the weak, even if it is just a city wall, 200,000, oh no, 170,000 warriors can still have such a big loophole, it is really ridiculous.

However, mockery aside, no matter how much the arrogant paladin looks down on the defenders, it is useful in the face of powerful orcs, even if it is a dog.

At the same time, thousands of paladins chanted the light and rushed to the place where the fire had started.

In a dilapidated hut, the owner of the house, Obba, held his wife who had been with him for 20 years, and his two eight or nine-year-old children lying quietly in a pool of blood, feeling the heat in his body. As an ordinary poor man who is useless, he picks up the gadgets knitted by the husband and wife every day, earns little living capital, and barely survives in this bustling city.

He originally thought that he should be like his father, and in another twenty years, in his sixties, he felt the call of death and silently ended his ordinary and wonderful voice.

But today, he suddenly saw death......

The gray-black robe blocked the prying eyes of all the weak, the cold and merciless gaze defied his trembling soul, and the black dagger representing death gently touched his neck, and the power of his body was instantly poured out, such power, except for death, his narrow mind could not think of any other existence.

"Just let the assassination spread. ”

Monmis sat on the shabby bed, and the quilt made of black and gray patches had a faint musty smell, but this musty smell was not smellable, because the small wooden house was filled with the sweet smell of blood.

Monmis, the assassin of the orc Night Moon Cat Clan, the peak combat power of the Nine Days Level, the strongest person below the Holy Level, is the supreme commander of this assassination operation, and the direct formulator of the assassination operation.

"What an enticing taste, I remember, you liked it the most. ”

Monmis looked at the ceiling in the darkness and muttered to herself, her petite body curled up together, revealing a thick sense of thinness.

"Why did you die? We said okay, when the war is over, we will go to Beth Mountain to pick the most beautiful flower, and I will put it on for you myself, and watch you run in the snow and ice, you like to run in the snow and ice the most......"

“...... Stupid, what's there to miss about the cold, if you don't miss the cold, how can you be swallowed up by the cold, turned into a cold corpse, lying in a very hard coffin plank......"

“...... Why, you have to be so willful? If you want to leave me, will you be happy without me? No, I know, you won't be happy, you love me so much, so ......"

In the silent night, loneliness and longing are singing alone, triggering the joys, sorrows and sorrows of living beings, awakening the deep memories of living beings, and those beautiful but lost pasts finally echo alone in the empty heart, beating the fragile heart petals.

"Chief, we ......"

“...... But you've forsaken me, Amethe!"

Monmis stood up, and there was no emotion in the green cat's eyes, only indifferent killing intent and bitter hatred.

The weak hunter shuddered and buried her head low, clinging to the ground, letting the low temperature penetrate her brain and freeze her mind.

"Let's go. ”

Meng Misi glanced at the four corpses on the ground slightly, and smiled disdainfully, ants are ants, fragile lives can't bear any damage, what's even more ridiculous is that as an ant, he still wants to gain strong power and get rid of the identity of an ant, it's really beyond his strength!

"Snap"

Oba's nostalgic gaze ended in darkness, milky brain berries rolling among the shattered bones, exuding a mellow and pleasant smell, like the spring of the last year of the Age of Light, with a desperate intoxication.

Benlai, the defender of the city, let out a desperate wail as he struggled against the corner of the massive wall, wielding the broken knife in his hand, the rolled wounds on his back spitting sticky blood against the rough obsidian, destroying his consciousness.

"You lowly orcs, the great god of war will never let you go!"

Ben Lai roared angrily, his physical strength had reached the limit, the instantaneous fight and the loss of heat made every swing of his knife extremely difficult, and the loss of blood in his body made him feel dizzy, and he faintly felt that the god of war had summoned him.

Three shadows struck, the narrow blade jumped like a butterfly, disappearing here, where it appeared, the broken knife arrived, but it was an afterimage, the real blade came out of the air and fell on the already tattered corpse.

"I will never let you succeed! Burn, the faith of the god of war, take the glory of the god of war, turn it into my strength, and sweep away all the enemies in front of you!"

The rich smell of blood made Benlai, who admired blood, lose his mind, and a powerful force suddenly emerged from the depths of his tattered body, and the blood-colored sword qi rushed out from the body, not on top of the heavy broken knife in his hand, he strode forward, the broken knife swept, and the blood-colored sword qi shone so brightly in the night, like a blood-colored crescent moon in the sky once in a thousand years, intoxicating.

Kronos, the god of war: Under my sword, the darkness will also retreat.

The dark night was torn apart, and the blood-colored light became the only master of this area, in the blood light, three petite figures in black leather armor struggled and writhed, and three one-meter-long cat tails whipped wildly in the blood light, trying to break free from the shackles of the blood light.

"Ahem......"

Benlay coughed violently, a mouthful of blood spurting out from the end and spilling on the broken knife, his steps swaying, step by step towards the three faces that gradually revealed despair.

"With the hatred of his compatriots who have died for 10,000 years, the believer Benlai sacrifices to the gods with his weak strength and slaughters this filthy orc in front of him!"

The broken knife fell, and a revealing with green pupils rolled to the ground, and the bound headless corpse spewed out a surge of blood on top of Benlai's head.

Benlai's spirit was shocked, and there was a red tide in the depths of his face, he shook his head, dispelled the dizziness in his mind, dragged the broken knife, and walked step by step to the next black shadow.

With the heroic souls of 30,000 comrades-in-arms, Benlai, the defender of the city, paid tribute with hatred and shattered the faith in his heart with the executioner in front of him. ”

The long knife entered the flesh, the beating heart was shattered in an instant, the bound black shadow twitched violently, and the corners of the mouth gushed out like a spring of blood, soaking through the black leather armor.

Benlay pulled out the broken knife in his hand with great inertia, the huge inertia made his weak body fall backwards again and again, he held on to the wall, "snorting" and wearing rough clothes, his consciousness had reached the limit, and now in his eyes, everything was two, including the phantom who was still struggling in vain.

"Hehe, there's another one. ”

Benlay raised the broken knife in his hand and roared loudly, "In my name, give you death!"

"Poof"

The scorching blood sprayed everywhere, staining the world in his eyes, and the dark red blood flowed on the ground, and the blood of the two corpses merged together, dripping from the wall dozens of meters high.

Benlay shook his body a few times, the flame in his eyes gradually extinguished, he turned his head and looked at the black-robed figure that suddenly appeared behind him, and a wave of tiredness came over him, drowning his consciousness.

"Rubbish!"

Monmis didn't even look at the assassin kneeling in a pool of blood, her face was like frost, and she said coldly: "Inform all the assassins, start creating chaos, the emperor's army is dispatched." ”

On the north side of the giant city of Cosmo, in the orc camp, the orc army that had been resting for a few hours opened its blood-colored eyes, and the blood scattered in the sky quickly condensed, turning into a pair of blood-colored pupils, staring at the noisy huge city with a cruelty that ignited countless bloodthirst. (To be continued.) )