At the moment when the totem collapsed, Townsend looked up and saw countless creatures falling from the broken totem body. Most of them were silent, and only a few broke free from the sand, and they flashed their last life, falling like meteors, and finally lying on the black sand.

Layered and endless.

The black sand is just a cage for these creatures.

These dead creatures belong to the world under Townsend's feet. Townsend knew them, and it wasn't the first time they'd met each other.

The initial meeting between the two was actually not very formal.

Half a month ago, Townsend was arranged by Pfister to visit the Dawn Furnace, a top-secret strategic weapon in Silvertao City. Before entering the door, there was such a creature in the mist that flowed from the crack in the door. At that time, they swept over Townsend's feet with agility and cheerfulness.

It was on that day that Townsend knew that among the countless secrets he knew was them, and he was shocked to learn that they were from humans. Their condensed and formed name is an emotional silhouette!

Humans can't see them: Humans use them to make war potions: Humans use them to defend against mortal enemies: They are among the war potions that Townsend used before entering the village, and at these times, they are all alive.

When they first met, Townsend felt between strangeness and familiarity, like a glimpse of a group of the same kind from afar: but today, Townsend was uncontrollable anger in his heart! Townsend knew that these creatures in front of him were not the same group half a month ago, but they must be of the same kind No matter who it is, seeing such a large number of corpses of the same kind all over the field, and even being imprisoned in the body by the sworn enemy totem, will be extremely angry!

Deep grief burst out from the bottom of Townsend's heart.

Like a sharp blade, piercing him.

The creatures that were as small as the dust no longer emitted light after death, but the details that were originally covered by the light were more obvious, and the strange feeling of Townsend that day was also more direct and clear to look at with his heart, and every grain of dust would pass on a little emotion to Townwend, which was an unmistakable human emotion.

Therefore, Townsend's body and spirit recognized these creatures as the same kind for the first time.

Thousands of emotions converged and were reduced to two words in Townsend's mind.

Save me! Kill me!

Save Lou! Kill me!

Save me! Kill me!

Even though they are dead, they can still cry and complain.

Townsend once wondered if they were alive, why didn't they leave? Do they have to stay in the potion of war, do they have to follow the humans into the battlefield? But looking at the corpses of living beings scattered all over the ground in front of him, he knows the answer: only on the battlefield can they free their kind who are enslaved by the dead enemy, and only on the battlefield can they kill the same kind enslaved by the dead enemy.

Those who were plundered, imprisoned, and slaughtered by mortal enemies were the same kind of Townsend as mortals. Since their kind, their mortal enemy, is Townsend's mortal enemy! Townsend understands why mortal enemies are called mortal enemies, because they are mortal enemies!

They are no different from the inhabitants of Pfister, Marcia, and Harvey, otherwise, Townsend would not be able to explain his anger, the anger in the hilt of the Calamity, or the anger of the Mask of Brave!

The triple anger accumulated, and Townsend directly fell ill and became terminally ill.

For the second time in his life, Townsend made a solemn promise. The two people around them only saw Townsend make a promise, but they didn't know that from the moment the promise was exported, Townshend's blandness had no heart to worry about gains and losses, and Townsend could no longer see his life and death in his eyes!

Townsend, not stupid at all.

He knows the weight of the promise, so he never takes it lightly: he understands the price of righteousness, so he hesitates: but as long as the balance in his heart is tilted, then there is no negotiation!

The condition that tilted Townsend's heart was simple, that is, what he had to do was more important than his life. What could be more important than Townsend's life? Of course, there are many, many human beings who do not value their own lives, and who can never cherish the lives of others. But only those who understand this preciousness can give it. As Townsend said: There are always some bullshit things that are more important than my own life, a little more important than my stupid life.

The misery of one man, he sighs: the misery of two, he sighs, the misery of three, he sighs because of the distance and the degree of misery, maybe five, maybe ten, maybe a hundred, he no longer sighs.

He would stand up, look around, nod his head, and say ......

"It's my business. "It's a statement, so it's serious.

"I'll take care of that. "It was the decision, so calm.

Or he'll pick it up again.

"I'll get to the end. "It's an oath, so it's hard.

As a result, the biggest fool in the world has been surnamed Tang Mingsen since then.

There are three degrees of Townsend's illness: this is my business, indirect interference: I am in charge of this matter, and I come forward directly: I am in charge of it to the end, life and death!

The last time he took the oath, he was nicknamed "Tan Fourteen", and today he took a second oath to take over this unobservable commission: he now holds the sword of calamity, standing in front of the dark plane of the mortal enemy, waiting for this life-and-death collision. And there are only two people around him, one is the prince who is ignorant about it, and the other is a contemporary master who has the intention of killing him.

Townsend didn't want to bother people, but the question was could the two get away?

Moreover, Townsend was in no mood to explain to them right now.

"Pfister. Townsend pressed his left hand on Pfister's shoulder: "I'll give you something, I won't need it anyway." ”

"What. Obviously, Pfister's head was short-circuited again, but fortunately he reacted quickly this time: "What the hell?"

"A perfect match for a sage. Townsend explained clearly: "This thing is called anger." ”

"Angry, you're talking about angry anger?"

"The Brave Mask woke up, and the mask contained anger, but it was awkward with the sword. Townsend spread his hands: "I can only make up for you." ”

When Townsend was furious, there was also a change in the hilt of the Calamity Sword, and the murmur had become a kind of Ang's statement, with a resolute, sharp and cold will in his tone, and the fit with Townsend increased by leaps and bounds, and it also added a hint of heaviness to Townshend.

Still can't understand the voice, but it roughly feels that Townsend finally understands that it is seeking battle for the calamity! However, the desire to fight for the calamity completely suppressed the anger of the brave mask, and the two even had a bit of a conflict Secretly weighed it, Townsend still felt that the weapon was more comfortable, so he chose to keep the calamity sword.

The anger in the mask is best given to Fester, who dares to serve as an awakening oath, and must have studied the masks of the three.

"Wrath of the Brave?" Pfister was very strange, because Townshend's tone was too sure, "How do you know that the king is not suitable for this?"

"How do I know?" Townsend smiled bitterly after his mask, "I just know this kind of thing." ”

How could I ever have wanted to know this?

How could I ever have wanted to carry this, if I didn't know, how light my life would be!

"There are as many kings in the world as dogs, but how many people know how the king should behave?" Townsend's tone turned cold, and the words were sonorous: "King, don't be rude, don't let go, Dharma: disrespect, fearless, righteous!"

"Don't be polite... ... Pfister just wanted to refute, but he heard "Fa-rectification... Two words, suddenly the head buzzed,

I felt like I was stuck in such a big pit that I couldn't even see the sky.

"The king is angry, and the army is raised" Townsend's words came slowly, and it was the only thing that could take him out: "Home, country, together, and annihilation!"

"So the temperament of a king, the humility of a sage is most lacking" Every word that Townsend said was like an ability

o Layers of dàng opened as if moving, hitting Pfister and Ingmar around him, even

o And to Marcia and Little Lotro in the distance.

"The king has to be humble, confident but not full of faith, and reserve room for all odds to avoid crazy decadence!"

"King, lack of humility!" Pfister, who was directly confronted by Townsend, didn't feel unusual, he just fell into thought: "What does the brave lack?"

"The brave, not merciful, not compassionate, not mi, not huo, most worthy of the benevolence of the king. Townsend became a mentor and was satisfying Pfister's curiosity.

He didn't pay attention to Ingmar behind him, the contemporary master had been staring at Townsend with a kind of trembling gaze, as if he had just met Townsend and changed to anyone else, standing here Townsend was not a new look, but he had torn off all his disguises.

Ingmar discovers that what he's saying now is an ability in itself!

"I understand that the sea of blood and hatred of the sea, tooth for tooth, this is a brave man. The mihuo and thinking that Pfister is currently showing are the special effects of this ability: "No mercy and no mercy, because of the main killing: no mi, no huo, because of wisdom." ”

"Benevolence is love, right? But why is the benevolence of the king?" Pfister was not asking Townsend, but answering himself: "I understand that the benevolence of kings has cause and effect, intimacy, distance, and relevance!"

"Therefore, the brave hate because of love, courage because of hate, and anger because of bravery!"

Ingmar's heart was tumbling, but she had already held her breath, and even restrained all her breath. Because the dialogue between these two people is no longer an ordinary gift or comprehension, any interference will lead to shocking consequences.

To exaggerate, even one more word is the luck of the West Coast and even mankind.

No one knows better than him the importance of the three "Wang Xianyong", he and the former sage have been in love for many years, and they are also teachers and friends. The stinky old man is full of responsibility and revival, and his biggest regret is that he didn't have the opportunity to comprehend the secret of the mask and couldn't take out the power contained in it.

How many times, the stinky old man pondered under the lamp, sat down under the moon, couldn't finish drinking, and couldn't break his heart.

"Ingmar, why can't I comprehend it?" the old man whispered and roared again and again, and there was much more despair in his words than doubt: "The king, the sage, the brave, everyone knows that there must be a connection, but where is the key to solving the puzzle!?"

Ingmar still remembers that the last time they met, the only thing left in the stinky old man's words was indifference: "If you don't understand, do something serious." ”

"Fate owes my family a key, and I will leave it to future generations when I am old. ”

The old sage spent his whole life without getting an answer, but why could Townsend unravel it? Ignorant and unconscious? He didn't mention it at all. As soon as Pfister asked casually, he casually replied, and he could solve it as he pleased!

Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, it at least points to the essence of the three. The so-called explanation of the Tao is at most like this. Not to mention Pfister, Ingmar herself feels that she has benefited a lot!

Why does he not only know the mask of the brave, but also know the king and the sage?

Could this be fate?

Stinky old man, old sage, do you see it? Damn fate has doubled what you owe to your grandson!

Laugh wildly, be proud, and pay back twice as much!

“... But Pfister finally stuck to himself: "What do I have?

"Sage, not strong, not strong, not partial. Townshend's explanation this time was clearer, and he broke it and said: "Not strong or strong, protect the discernment: not partiality and non-party, seek celibacy: discern with discernment, and make a decision for celibacy." ”

Qin is angry, there is a sword in his hand, and he holds the sword with anger" Townsend paused, almost stopping Master Ingmar's heartbeat. Townsend paused long enough before he said word by word, "Must!"

When these four words came out, Pfister's eyes lit up!

But Ingmar's heart was broken, he was not even a jiān evil, but thinking about Townsend's words, and then looking at his own path, the master couldn't help but want to burst into tears, if he heard this ten years earlier, or even five years earlier, how good!

"I get it all. Pfister said to Townsend, "Sage, lack of anger!"

"Here you go. "The vastness of power flowed from Townsend to Pfister's shoulder, and finally into Pfister's masked ignorance.

There were red dots flickering in Pfister's eyes. The fiery red words emerge, the lost psalms flow in rows, hesitation, mihuo, burned out by anger, leaving only firmness. In the whole process, there is a little

No one paid attention to the details: the handwriting that passed in Pfister's eyes was almost square in shape, looking like rune patterns, but in fact it was all Townsend's hometown script.

Master Ingmar memorized every word of Townsend and Pfister, and was melting and digesting it in his heart, exuding a trace of bland joy in his body: the handwriting in Pfister's pupils slowly flipped over, and he was still wandering in a new realm, appreciating the mysterious Townsend who had just come into contact with standing proudly, holding the pillar sword in his hand, not interfering with the small world of the two.

Answering Fest's words, he didn't say anything. When he is free, he will ponder these things, usually no one wants to take a little bit out of his mouth, and he does not plan to exchange these things for anything A fest is more and more pleasing to the eye, so just talk casually.

It's his business to comprehend something, shit luck.

It didn't take long for the mortal enemy's spatial teleportation array to shake again + passion.

The pitch-black plane dàng rippled, apparently a harbinger of the imminent appearance of the sworn enemy of the brand. However, the three people standing at the gate of the teleportation array were all ignorant of it, indifferent to the approach of the mortal enemy until the vibration of the teleportation array interfered with them.

The sworn enemy clan is really not creative, and even the slogan is the same.

"My Promised Land!" This time, the voice coming from the pitch black plane was very sharp: "My people are a promised land!"

"Pfister, do you have itchy hands?" Townsend didn't "plush" this time, he said calmly, "Want to try?"

"As it should be, a mortal enemy is a good target. Pfister had been assimilated by Townsend, and he spoke in a slumpy tone.

"It should be me!" someone next to them stopped them, and his voice was unusually majestic.

"I, Ingmar, am the number one fighter of our time!" Master Ingmar moved a few steps sideways and blocked in front of the two: "You want to steal credit from me?"

No matter how much Pfister comprehends, no matter how demonic and genius Townsend is, the master will not dare to let them stand up to such a noble character in front, and it will be a great loss to lose a tui hair! I still want to kill who is not dead this time, do I cut off my hand or gouge out my eye?!。