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Spinning round me, Huang Ran didn't throw Luo Sang's body out. The center-shaped Zhen Xianguang of the Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info closed in vain almost the moment when the disc began to rotate, condensing into a clearly visible film, completely enveloping Luo Sang's body and fixing him firmly in the center of the altar.

"Rosan," Ishana shouted, lunging towards the center of the altar. Rousanne's distress made her anxious and afraid.

The one who walked up to the altar was supposed to be her.

But when he offered to go on her behalf, she didn't refuse. Because she was trying to untie the dead knot in the heart of this proud man.

The man of the Sand Clan has the ambition of an eagle and the tenacity of a cactus, and his body is as hot as sand. They would rather die with pride than live in humiliation. Rousanne accepted her appointment after her suicide, largely for the sake of the Black Sands. His spiritual world had completely collapsed at the moment of his defeat.

Isana felt that she had to complete the redemption of this man. At the same time, she also hopes to resolve the rift left by the black sand and white sand in the long years of division in the shortest possible time.

Trust is the best healing elixir, for Luo Sang, and for the entire Sha tribe. Her trust in Rosang is also her trust in the Black Sands.

It's just that without her, she never thought that her trust would push Luo Sang into danger. The altar is the place of sacrifice, is it possible that today's Lobsang will be the first sacrifice after the altar is opened?

"Patriarch, don't" Delo hurried forward, reaching out to hold Isanna back, but it was too late.

One of Isana's feet had already stepped on the first step of the disc.

However, she only took this step and could not move forward half a step further. The leading knight of the Flame Knights silently stood in front of her like a ghost.

With a flick of his hand, he gently slashed at Isana's neck, and Elder Delo, who had caught up, hurriedly grabbed her limp body.

The flames burning on the Flame Knight's body had subsided, and only two clusters of flames still flickered in his eyes. Even though the blood-red armor enveloped his entire body, Naya keenly noticed that the moment he raised his hand to stun Isana, a little white light flashed between the armor's arms and wrists.

"White bones?" Naya was shocked.

"It's really a skeleton" Long Ling'er was as sharp-eyed as her, and her initial guess was confirmed to make her feel very excited.

"It seems that your guess is correct. Naya nodded at her.

"Of course, there are very few times when this show is wrong. Long Ling'er said with a smile.

"Is Rousanne in danger?"

"I don't think so. Long Ling'er frowned and said, "This is the holy land of the Sand Clan, and it seems that this magic circle was also left by the ancestors of the Sand Clan." They have no reason to harm their descendants. ”

After stunting Isana with a slap, the knight led the disc and turned to point to the altar.

Dozens of knights came out of the darkness like a gust of wind, and surrounded the altar.

"It looks like Rousanne is completing an ancient ritual and these knights are here to protect him. In addition to being used for sacrifices, altars often have to complete some special rituals. Long Ling'er looked thoughtfully at the knight in front of the altar and said to Naya.

"I can see this, too. These knights are really terrifying, and each of them has the strength of a sword master or above. Naya sighed.

"yes. Unconscious necromancy shouldn't be so powerful, these Flame Knights are simply perverted, and I don't know which old monster made it. When Long Ling'er said this, she seemed to think of something, "Sister Naya, do you remember what we heard just now?"

"Which one?"

"With Isana's smile, the Flame Knights will be reborn. ”

Naya's gaze looked at Rosang in the middle of the altar, "What do you mean?"

"Rousanne may be receiving some kind of inheritance, and that inheritance must have something to do with the Flame Knights. Long Ling'er said with certainty.

Long Ling'er was right, Luo Sang in the center of the altar was experiencing one of the most terrifying inheritance rituals of the Sand Clan.

Soon after his body was restrained, Rosan's consciousness began to blur. When he woke up again, the world around him had changed.

Deep in the desert.

A group of cavalry dressed in blood-red armor lined up.

"Sons and daughters of the Sand Clan, the Flame Valley is here in front, and you will undergo the triple life and death test of Flame Burning, Red Flame Devouring Soul, and Purple Flame Rebirth, and the warriors who come out alive from here are worthy of being called Flame Knights, and only then are you qualified to become members of the Flame Knights, are you ready?"

Before the battle, an officer asked in a loud voice.

The crowd responded.

The Valley of Flames has ushered in another group of experienced young warriors.

Run-down city.

The earth was trampled under the feet by darkness, and the city groaned in pain in the light of blood. Hordes of hideous-looking creatures, armed with bloody weapons, roamed the streets of the city, pounced on the unarmed populace with their teeth and claws. The hammer flew, and a person fell, and the red and white brains sputtered in all directions. The giant axe fell, and a human head flew away, far into the corner of the street. The spear stabbed out, and the delicate body of a baby was lifted high, and the last cry came out at the tip of the spear, "Faces of despair and fear were reflected in the fire and blood, and terrible screams rose and fell in the city."

"Warriors of the Flame Knights, now is the time for us to shed the last drop of blood for this city, will you sacrifice your soul to death and burn the evil in front of you with the flames of hell?" In the square in the center of the city, there is a high platform erected on the sidelines. An old man in a Sichuan robe stood on the stage and raised his arms and shouted. In front of the stage, there were thousands of officers and soldiers of the Flame Knights who were covered in blood.

"No regrets in death" everyone responded.

The old man's mouth spurted out a mouthful of blood, his hands danced wildly in the blood mist, and a blood-colored flame appeared in his palm.

A sad aura quietly rose between heaven and earth, and blood arrows sprayed blood-colored flames from the soldiers' bodies.

"With the blood of the real man as a guide, open the gates of hell. Let the flame of life burn brightly, and devour all the evil souls of the world, the sacrifice of death"

When the spell vanished, the splatters of blood burned

The fire engulfed the bodies of the soldiers in an instant. In the sea of fire, out of a group of knights surrounded by flames.

Wherever the knight passed, the darkness vanished, and the evil creatures that were killing had no time to scream before they turned to ashes in an instant.

Altar Center.

A kind old man stood with a smile.

"I'm Priest Marsha. These are the past memories of the Flame Knights. When you see all this, will you have the courage to become the new leader of the Flame Knights and lead the sons of the Sand Clan on their journey when darkness strikes again?"

Rosang felt the blood in his body ignite. Perhaps, the ancestors were full of pride and madness in their bodies, and they had long been integrated into the blood of the sandmen. Passed down from generation to generation.

What is this body? What is this life? What I want is the pride of battle, the pleasure of killing, and the glory and destiny of heroes

"I do," Rousanne replied. At this moment, everything in the past is no longer important to him. A wisp of call from the depths of the years awakened the shattered heroic dream in his heart

Knights of the Flame, that's where my dreams come from

"I'm very pleased, child, accept the legacy of the Flame Knight, don't be confused in the dark, the new king will lead you to the light," Priest Masha said this, his figure gradually blurred, and finally turned into nothingness.

"Priest" Rosanne called out, and his consciousness fell into a blur again.

The disc rotated faster and faster, and Rousanne's figure had turned into a blood-colored streamer.

Under the gaze of everyone around him, a heart-shaped blood-red bead rose from the streamer.

The flames on the seven stone pillars swelled for several meters before shrinking violently.

The flames disappeared and the stone pillars turned crimson. A stream of red liquid like lava flowed from the stone pillars and surged along the seven bluestones towards the center of the altar. Approaching the central disc of the altar, they seemed to be attracted by the blood-colored beads, and suddenly rose into the air and merged into the central cluster of light.

The disc rotated more slowly, and when the color of the seven surrounding stone pillars returned to normal, the disc stopped. Rousanne's body lay flat in the center of the disc, as if he were asleep. On his body, he was wearing a set of blood-red armor

Blood-colored beads fell from the sky, precisely embedded in the small hole in the chest of the armor.

Like a wisp of clear spring poured into the parched earth, and like a wisp of spring breeze awakening a sleeping ancient tree, the blood-red armor suddenly seemed to have a soul, showing a vigorous vitality and blooming with dazzling brilliance. Rousanne's pale face. It gradually becomes rosy in the light.

"Who can tell me, what the hell happened?" Delo looked at Rosan on the altar and asked with difficulty.

"Old man. You're dizzy, aren't you?" Long Ling completely ignored whether the psychology of this old man could bear it, and said with a big sting, "I still don't understand this situation, the altar is opened, the Flame Knights are reborn, and that guy looks like the successor of the Flame Knights."

"How do you know," Delo asked in a trembling voice.

"Because my parents are very knowledgeable, the little girl laughed.

"Sister, stop making trouble, let the elder go and see him" Naya interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Elder Delo, you'd better go up and check on Rosan. ”

"Good, good. Delo nodded hurriedly. However, when he saw the knights around the altar, he was suddenly troubled again. Although the flames on these knights had disappeared and they didn't look as terrible as they had been at first, he still didn't dare offend them.

"It seems that we have to wait a little longer. "Isana hasn't woken up yet, Naya has no choice but to make up her mind for this old man with no six gods, "Rosang doesn't seem to have any problems, he wakes up, maybe those knights will withdraw." ”

Time passed bit by bit, and the people outside the altar waited anxiously.

Rosan's eyes opened, and a blood-red light flashed in his eyes, and then his body was pushed to the ground by a force.

The knight leader turned and fell to one knee in front of the altar. The knights guarding the altar also turned and knelt down on one knee towards the center of the altar.

They didn't speak. Or they have long lost the ability to speak. They can only use the most primitive knightly etiquette to prove that they are still a soldier, a warrior ready to follow the general into battle at any time.

Thousands of years have passed, and the world has already experienced vicissitudes. What remains unchanged is the loyalty and mission of soldiers.

"I, Rosan, will lead the Flame Knights to continue the battle, your mission is over, take your brothers with you," Rosang walked up to the knight leader, helped him up with both hands, and whispered.

There was an imperceptible light in Rosan's eyes.

A lifetime of fighting on the battlefield. Asking himself cold-blooded and ruthless, he couldn't help but burst into tears when facing these sand men who had long since died but existed in another way between heaven and earth.

Tears represent not sadness, not sadness, but pride, and gloryIf in that dark history, the Knights of the Flame wrote a tragic and great epic, then they are the jumping notes in the epic. If the Flame Knights have forged the most glorious history of the Sand Clan, then they are the shining monuments of that history.

Who is willing to become a machine of repentance and killing, fighting tirelessly in a never-ending battlefield until all forms and souls are destroyed?

Who is willing to become the embodiment of the devil, sticking to his duty in the eternal years, wandering alone?

They are the only ones. Warriors of the Sand Clan.

The knight raised his head slowly, staring at him for a long time with those empty eyes. It was a silent telling, or a solemn entrustment.

Rosang understood, and he nodded heavily.

What happened next made the sandmen present never forget this night. Many of them. Because of this night, he reached the pinnacle of his life and became a hero who will be remembered forever by future generations.

Even in old age, many sandmen often talk about that night to their children and grandchildren. Children and grandchildren, they always shake their heads in admiration as if they were listening to fairy tales, and the stories move them, but they don't believe the words of the old people.

The beauty of history is that it is always full of mysteries. Many things in the past, it is difficult to restore their truth, and many bizarre things, no one can give a sheath. But the stories told by the old people have been passed down from generation to generation and have become the eternal legend of the Sand people. Because of this story, it carries the glory and dreams of the sandman.

The knight leader understood General Rosan's words.

He took off his armor and placed it in front of the altar. The moment he took off his armor, my hands and feet were cold. The body is trembling. A pain from the depths of my soul that made me want to cry out loud. The mighty armor wrapped in it turned out to be a skeleton These skeletons are the legendary heroes of our Sand Clan for thousands of years, our guardian I looked at the clansmen around me, and everyone was shocked and shed tears. After entering the Holy Land, we all gradually understood what had happened. I think. They all feel the same way I do. The Skeleton Knight folded his armor and placed it in front of the altar, and placed it on top of it with his sword in both hands. It can be seen that they have a deep affection for their armor and weapons, and even if they become skeletons, that affection has not been severed. The surrounding knights also took off their armor. In the darkness, from all over the Holy Land, many skeletons like them came to the altar, carrying their armor and weapons in their hands. After putting away the armor and weapons, the knight led them away. As they went, the moon had already risen. Cloaked in the clear glow of the moonlight, they passed through the oasis behind the holy place and went deep into the desert. We followed them from afar and saw them off. I heard the grass and trees in the holy place crying, and I heard the sorrowful screaming of the grains of sand beneath my feet. "Darkness falls, flames rise, desert boy, heroic dry clouds" The day I leave, Ishana, don't weep for me in your smile, I will turn into a grain of sand and return to your warm embrace," When General Rosang wept and roared the familiar "Battle Song of the Flame Knights" with tears in his eyes, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up in the desert of Isana. When the yellow sand of the sky was gone, they disappeared and returned to her embrace forever. ”,。.。