The temperature of the Ember Moon is getting cooler, and the wind blowing from the northern side of the Dantuin Plateau is getting cooler and drier, and the weeds that have not been moistened by rain for a long time have shown signs of yellowing, but today another thick, nutrient-rich liquid is stained with the thirsty green leaves of the weeds, and it gathers into a stream that flows on the soaked land, nourishing the plateau. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mountains of corpses, bloodshed, such a scene has not been uncommon in this plateau for hundreds of years, impermanence and change are inherent in all spirits, and it is difficult for time to leave any obvious traces on nature, this plateau is now witnessing a war as always.

Maybe it's wonderful, maybe it's cruel and bloody, but she doesn't understand anything, she just looks at it quietly, without ridicule or sighs, but she doesn't understand why living beings always hurt each other.

Anyone can answer this question, but there will never be a satisfactory answer.

Bloom the flowers of the wilderness...... Can you please tell me...... Why do people always hurt each other and fight each other......

Anyone who has listened to Qi Mei's mournful singing has probably also lamented this cruel and cruel question, and Bai Huang is no exception, but so far he still can't find an answer that satisfies him, and it will be difficult to find it again in the future.

With a pop, he withdrew the short sword in his hand from the chest of a tall bull warrior, and the blood gushing out of his broken heart instantly **** his bones, but it only made the already dry blood stains stained with a bright and dazzling red.

Bai Huang watched the underground man who had nothing to do with him a moment ago slowly fall to the ground and become a dead corpse, his heart was cold, and then he turned around and cut off the head of an enemy.

He was puzzled, but instead of dwelling on things like "why do humans hurt each other" and "doing their own thing, they are ruthless", but he was surprised that his emotions were too calm.

He didn't understand why a doctor who was still treating diseases and saving people half a year ago could end one fresh life after another so calmly and coldly, or even coldly, was it a natural change after becoming an immortal? Bai Huang didn't know, but a voice like a magic sound kept appearing in his heart.

"You're an executioner......"

"Life is just a number in your eyes......"

On the ruthless battlefield, between the blood flowers blooming, Bai Huang held a short sword like a cold and efficient killing machine, shuttling through the enemy formation, and everywhere he passed, the dead air was filled and churning, and the vitality was cut off and shattered.

A bloodthirsty spearman roared and smashed the spear in his hand at the skeleton that was constantly harvesting life, but his powerful blow was firmly restrained by the thick and substantial aura around the opponent, as if countless pale hands reached out from the gloomy death aura and grabbed his spear made of fine iron.

The restraint that had only been held out for a moment was gone, but the spear that had been firmly held fell to the ground, and his master was equally weak to the ground, his dark eyes gradually regained their original appearance, and the red pupils spread out of focus, and the last image that remained under the eyes was a short sword piercing its heart, and a pair of pale soul fires.

The relentless paleness, the indifferent paleness, seems to reflect the destruction of the world.

"Xiao Bai!" A shout from the other end of the spiritual connection made Bai Huang's unwavering soul tremble, he suddenly stopped killing and looked at Christina, who appeared not far away, and suddenly waved his hand, condensing several bone swords and shooting out.

The bone sword flew over Christina, pinning a brute warrior to the ground, blood gurgling and staining the weeds red.

"What's wrong with you?" Christina could feel that Bai Huang's spirit was unusually stable, without any abnormality, but it was also the biggest abnormality, because it was completely different from the usual active and vibrant fluctuations, and the cold and indifferent strangeness coming from the other end of the mental connection made her heart palpitate.

The blood-soaked white bones looked extremely hideous and terrifying, Bai Huang looked at his blood-stained hands, was silent for a while, and then used his dead breath to corrode the blood on his body before he said: "I'm fine, it may be the first time to step into the battlefield, and I am a little uncomfortable." ”

Actually, it's not that I don't adapt, but I adapt too much.

The battlefield was not a place to wander, and soon Bai Huang and Christina were once again in the middle of the killing.

The underworld's disadvantage was already there, and when a fiery order of hoplites crashed into their left flank with a crushing force, the disadvantage was in defeat.

The word "Beamon" originally means "group of beasts" in ancient language, alluding to its huge size, and the combination of beasts can be compared with it, and the Heavy Knights named after this ancient giant beast with a huge size like a mountain naturally have the combat power and momentum to match.

Uniformly flaming red and heavily armored with six-legged horses that were also armed to the teeth, the members of the "Beamon" Knights were like a group of moving fortress chariots, ignoring the rain of swords and arrows, and were able to crush the bloody path by rampage.

"Arthas, you almost gave me no chance to play! Brothers, let the Black Riders see our forces too!"

Dagzi held a huge war hammer as blazing as fire, and every swing could smash a handful of underground people beyond recognition, and the six-legged war horse under his crotch was shorter than the other war horses, but it was as strong as an earth dragon, and I don't know how many underground people were hit by it and fell to the ground when the six hooves flew over.

The timely rain of "Beamon" became the last straw that overwhelmed the army of the underground, and the blazing torrent of fire swept away the left flank of the underground, and after converging with the black horse, the steel torrent of two knights, one black and one red, hit the formation of the underworld people more unscrupulously, and there were heavily armed knights to open the way, and the efficiency of the black horsemen's harvesting was even higher.

The two cooperated seamlessly, and in a blink of an eye, they crushed out a bloody road full of corpses in the enemy formation, Hal saw that the general situation had gone, and decisively retreated with the remaining thousands of elites, and the Des reinforcements took advantage of the victory to pursue and turned to the inside and outside of Fort Progin after biting off more than half of the remnants of the army, and finally completed the task of galloping to help.

Under the blood-stained ruins, the Des reinforcements shouted victory and glory, and while constantly searching for the corpses of their comrades from the mountains of corpses and blood, they paid tribute and let them wait quietly in the cemetery for the next order to fight, because this war is far from over.

They will protect their homeland in another way, and they will **** wounds, wipe away their sorrows, shoulder hope, and embark on the road of conquest again. (To be continued.) )