Many years later, the faltering barbarian king took his young grandson by the hand and pulled out a small pile of gold coins from the rusty collector.

"Finally enough savings", the barbarian king said to himself, turned around and upgraded the last golden wall under the gaze of the whole village, the villagers cheered, after all, in this barren era, the village with a golden wall is very proud, bows and arrows mm are preparing food for the village to celebrate the meeting in the evening, and many level 2 yellow hairs surrounded the old barbarian king to listen to him tell him the story of the past,

"Is it true that there used to be villages full of purple walls?"

"I heard that in ancient times, there were people who could brush up level 40 heroes, so wouldn't there be no one to stop them?" After all, level 10 heroes are rare now, and the old barbarian king patted the dust on his body, and his eyes brightened again

"Of course it's true, I fought side by side with them when I was young, level 40 heroes and full-level pickups are fighting, what a thrilling thing it is, but I can't hold on after the update disaster comes, and the villagers are starving to death", the old barbarian king's eyes flashed a trace of sadness,

"It's all a very distant thing, the war at that time was not like now, only the fat man and yellow hair rushed forward, hard to grab thousands of resources, at that time there were powerful dragons, terrifying pickups, and stone men who guarded despair, but then they all became ancient creatures that disappeared......

"Has God given up on us" ... After the old barbarian king said this, he fell into a long silence.

And when the old barbarian king quietly looked up at the sky with vicissitudes of life, the young but ambitious little barbarian walked sadly to the edge of the village, sat down under an old pine tree, looked into the distance, and thought quietly, is it really like what grandpa said?

The current situation of the village is much worse than before? Is there no glimmer of hope? Just when the little barbarian was secretly sad, suddenly!

A figure that radiated a dazzling light soared from afar! What was that?! The little barbarian was startled and prepared to run into the village.

But how can the little barbarian compare to the speed of the behemoth, in a blink of an eye, he flew to the little man, the elegant figure slowly fell, the little barbarian saw his scepter fall to the ground without the slightest sound, but what could not be ignored by the little barbarian was that he had a powerful aura, which seemed to be more powerful than the flying dragon, stone man and other powerful existences that grandpa said before!

"Who are you?" asked the little brute weakly,

"Don't be afraid, child, I am the new guardian of the village, you come with me". With that, he took the little barbarian to rise into the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he was suspended directly above the village.

The little barbarian stood on the code in his hand, although he trembled, but his eyes were stunned by the scenery in front of him!

The little barbarian had never stood so high, only to find that the village seemed to be wider than before! At this moment, with a wave of the scepter in the guardian's hand, the seemingly long-dormant base camp suddenly became even more magnificent and gorgeous!

The rust on the collector was peeling off and seemed to grow taller.

"It's 。。。 The little barbarian was stunned, it turned out that the village could still be so strong! At this time, the old barbarian king, who had returned home, seemed to feel something, trembled his lips, and muttered: "Is the legend true?!

"All the villagers of this tribe obey the orders of their masters! My king has awakened and realized that fighting is the foundation of survival! Battle is the spirit of the tribe! I have been sent to protect you. Do you still remember? When our king personally commanded, the stone man pickup and the flying dragon charged into battle, and the old barbarian king shouldered the heavy responsibility, with the bloody fighting spirit of our king when he swept through other villages? Pickup, stone man, and the barbarian king queen did not return to the throne quickly? With my king going to fight together?! There was a faint sound of breaking ground in the corner of the village, and several powerful breaths gradually enveloped the entire village, and the villagers had blood in their eyes, and they felt that the blood of the fighting in their bodies was boiling!

"Yes, as long as my king still has the blood to fight, what am I afraid of this old bone?

Fight happily! The sound of unison resounded in the sky, and the spirit of battle was eternal! Many years later, the faltering barbarian king took his young grandson by the hand and pulled out a small pile of gold coins from the rusty collector.

"Finally enough savings", the barbarian king said to himself, turned around and upgraded the last golden wall under the gaze of the whole village, the villagers cheered, after all, in this barren era, the village with a golden wall is very proud, bows and arrows mm are preparing food for the village to celebrate the meeting in the evening, and many level 2 yellow hairs surrounded the old barbarian king to listen to him tell him the story of the past,

"Is it true that there used to be villages full of purple walls?"

"I heard that in ancient times, there were people who could brush up level 40 heroes, so wouldn't there be no one to stop them?" After all, level 10 heroes are rare now, and the old barbarian king patted the dust on his body, and his eyes brightened again

"Of course it's true, I fought side by side with them when I was young, level 40 heroes and full-level pickups are fighting, what a thrilling thing it is, but I can't hold on after the update disaster comes, and the villagers are starving to death", the old barbarian king's eyes flashed a trace of sadness,

"It's all a very distant thing, the war at that time was not like now, only the fat man and yellow hair rushed forward, hard to grab thousands of resources, at that time there were powerful dragons, terrifying pickups, and stone men who guarded despair, but then they all became ancient creatures that disappeared......

"Has God given up on us" ... After the old barbarian king said this, he fell into a long silence.

And when the old barbarian king quietly looked up at the sky with vicissitudes of life, the young but ambitious little barbarian walked sadly to the edge of the village, sat down under an old pine tree, looked into the distance, and thought quietly, is it really like what grandpa said?

The current situation of the village is much worse than before? Is there no glimmer of hope? Just when the little barbarian was secretly sad, suddenly!

A figure that radiated a dazzling light soared from afar! What was that?! The little barbarian was startled and prepared to run into the village.

But how can the little barbarian compare to the speed of the behemoth, in a blink of an eye, he flew to the little man, the elegant figure slowly fell, the little barbarian saw his scepter fall to the ground without the slightest sound, but what could not be ignored by the little barbarian was that he had a powerful aura, which seemed to be more powerful than the flying dragon, stone man and other powerful existences that grandpa said before!

"Who are you?" asked the little brute weakly,

"Don't be afraid, child, I am the new guardian of the village, you come with me". With that, he took the little barbarian to rise into the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he was suspended directly above the village.

The little barbarian stood on the code in his hand, although he trembled, but his eyes were stunned by the scenery in front of him!

The little barbarian had never stood so high, only to find that the village seemed to be wider than before! At this moment, with a wave of the scepter in the guardian's hand, the seemingly long-dormant base camp suddenly became even more magnificent and gorgeous!

The rust on the collector was peeling off and seemed to grow taller.

"It's 。。。 The little barbarian was stunned, it turned out that the village could still be so strong! At this time, the old barbarian king, who had returned home, seemed to feel something, trembled his lips, and muttered: "Is the legend true?!

"All the villagers of this tribe obey the orders of their masters! My king has awakened and realized that fighting is the foundation of survival! Battle is the spirit of the tribe! I have been sent to protect you. Do you still remember? When our king personally commanded, the stone man pickup and the flying dragon charged into battle, and the old barbarian king shouldered the heavy responsibility, with the bloody fighting spirit of our king when he swept through other villages? Pickup, stone man, and the barbarian king queen did not return to the throne quickly? With my king going to fight together?! There was a faint sound of breaking ground in the corner of the village, and several powerful breaths gradually enveloped the entire village, and the villagers had blood in their eyes, and they felt that the blood of the fighting in their bodies was boiling!

"Yes, as long as my king still has the blood to fight, what am I afraid of this old bone?

The sound of unison resounded in the sky, and the spirit of battle was eternal!