"Forsaken?"

The skeleton looked as if it had been touched.

Everyone will inadvertently forget something, and when he picks up those scattered tragic memories from his mind again, he may face the tragedy of things and people, because the vicissitudes of life change not only the scenery in the eyes, but also the hearts of people.

The blood-red cross coat of arms on the lid of the Liuling Holy Coffin seems to be even more dazzling, it is hard to imagine that this ominous thing that symbolizes tragedy and death is not an ugly heretical corpse, nor is it the Duke of Black Wing, who has a high status in the vampire clan, if it was the former hooligan-like Diao Li Laifu when he encountered this ghost, maybe he would have started the crooked idea of digging up the tomb and digging treasure, but now he got his wish, although there was no capital and action to rob the tomb, but he was lying in the coffin.

"The Forsaken, I reluctantly accept it. ”

Skeleton Brother Tian nodded shamelessly, Li Laifu believed that the reason why he so calmly admitted this term must be because he himself was only left with that lonely thing, if it was a guy with sound hands and feet, he might have been amazed by such a talented rhetoric at this moment, shook his head in a low-key manner, and threw away all the messy thoughts, Li Laifu swore in his heart that if he could survive this flying disaster, he would definitely take out the last relics treasured in the Max family, the few remaining glasses of warm rum in the cyan space ring, and share them with all the poor people, discarding the luxuriously decorated goblet, and being a brother and sister to the stinking poor peopleIt takes a weird kind of courage.

"It's like a dream, I've traveled through endless years, to a distant ancient era, Forsaken, have you really thrown away all your memories?"

Li Laifu sighed, in fact, he is still a child, but unconsciously he has experienced too many thrilling twists and turns, no one wants to become a hero in the limelight, but behind the glorious glory, it is necessary to bear the blood and expectations of countless people, which Li Laifu thinks is difficult to do.

"Those lowly believers are coming. ”

The Skeleton Brother, who had accepted the title of 'Forsaken' for the time being, answered the question, and his empty eyes stared straight into the distance, through the Liuling Holy Coffin, and shot into the distance.

"Willing to serve you"

A mysterious skull and a seemingly immature child looked at the desert in the distance, the former even if he lost his once noble **, but he could still feel the supreme majesty emanating from the head, while the latter showed a happy smile after the conspiracy succeeded without warning.

"Deity. ”

Bursts of yellow sand were set off in the dead desert, and the ruthless wind blew up these grains of sand that were precipitated on the earth and were indisputable, and smashed them on the resolute faces of those knights, no one flinched, their eyes revealed a fearless indifference, the power of faith can surpass life and death, the guy with this terrifying power of faith, Li Laifu has only seen a few in the Eternal Continent, but in this strange land, he has seen so many monsters who are not afraid of death, and not only knights who are famous for their spiritual codes in demonic armor, even those old mages are silently approaching forward, as we all know, The mage with the power of destruction is undoubtedly the most terrifying killing weapon on the battlefield, and the protection of these wise people is likely to indicate the victory or defeat of a battle, but it is obvious that those precious 'human gold coins' have lost their former intelligence, and there is a faint murderous intent in their cloudy eyes, and their thin arms like withered branches are holding the staff, and Li Laifu is even worried that these weak old guys will not directly break the thing in their hands.

"The blood of thirty-six thousand Wisal warriors paved the way for us, guys, death will always come. ”

Whether from the face or the momentum between the gestures, the bearded and half-face of the knight of Rosa can be called the leader of them, he holds his spear high, and his strong fighting spirit is not covered by a trace of twisting, and he blooms heartily in the yellow sand, and a bright star has descended in the boundless desert.

"The Knights of Wiesal will never back down!"

With Rosa's roar, the armor on all the knights bloomed with mystical magical light, and the ancient fighting spirit crisscrossed this overwhelming yellow sand.

The brilliance of the stars is dazzling in the night sky, but only at night, and if the light comes, then even the brightest stars will appear dim or even disappear.

The brilliance of these knights suddenly diminished a lot, as if the snow was slowly seeping into the depths of the earth under the scorching sun.

A chant suddenly came from the depths of the endless desert, and the yellow sand, which had been dancing a moment ago, fell silent, as if dead, and quietly returned to the embrace of the barren desert.

"May the splendor of the kingdom of heresy purify you with the splendor of God. ”

The tone was soft and kind, but there was a faint flow of divine majesty, as if the source of this sentence was a wise old mage who was highly respected in the academy, but this mage had a cold killing intent all over his body.

"Admonition from the God of Light!"

Li Laifu couldn't hold back the ** who yelled out loud, and his whole body leaned forward uncontrollably, and his dark pupils were full of shock.

The skull hovering behind him was burning with flames, silent, and there was a faint glimmer of light in his empty eyes, and he noticed every slight move of this cunning fellow, but he did not ask any questions, and the king who had lost his wealth and status was still a king, and this could not change the eternal color of the river no matter how much time washed it with the water called 'history'.

On the other side of the desert, it was as if a blazing sun had risen, the light had dispelled all the vicissitudes of death, and the splendor had descended on this almost forgotten land, and a little mischievous light sprinkled on the calm faces of the knights of Rosa, and they couldn't help trembling, just like Li Laifu's heart that set off the terrifying waves.

A red-robed mage withdrew his gaze, his blue eyes did not show the slightest panic, and he jumped down from the Gobi, his body as light as a white dove.

"Three 'cardinal archbishops', two 'golden gloves' from the Inquisition, unfortunately wore the 'Fallen Angel Lucifer' coat of arms on their robes of sanction. ”

The red-robed mage walked into the crowd, and all the knights surrounded him, forming a real golden human wall, and he gently patted the neck of the Kodo giant beast, his expression a little sluggish.

"This time, maybe no one will survive unharmed, and if I'm lucky enough to become one of the Goddess of Fate's patrons, maybe I'll leave the land of Visar. ”

"The real battle to the death has come, guys, behind us is the Visal Altar, and the gods of Vesar will accompany our souls on their way!"

The Knight Captain Rosa roared suddenly, and the points of light containing a terrifying aura converged on the tip of the demonic spear, and in just an instant, the spear decorated with arcane characters was as hot as the sun.

"Dark Gold Ninth Order Great Knight, Senior Rosa has hidden his strength!"

The young knights roared loudly and excitedly, and the faces of those who had not experienced the baptism of wind and rain showed a long-lost joy, as if they saw the hope of survival.

The monsters under the crotches of the knights are roaring, they were once the overlords of the major life gathering places, and they have their own pride.

Holding their spears aloft, wisps of fierce fighting spirit bloomed on the majestic bodies of the knights.

The flames of war are about to ignite, and on the other side of the desert, a team of knights with different styles showed their burly posture in the yellow sand, their faces were solemn, the Mithril spear in their hands was engraved with angel patterns, and the 'Thorn Petals' coat of arms on the breastplate represented the top power on the continent, the Church of Light.

"Praise the light, and heresy will eventually be purified, and there will be powerlessness to wail in the darkest corners. ”

The magnificent chant is like an elegy, bringing out a sacredness of the dead wind and sand, and the knights of thousands of people have made the Vesal knights feel the threat of death, but they didn't expect that behind each knight of light, there was a smiling priest, and the murmurs of these clergy converged, and this ancient desert finally lost its peace.

The flames of war were ignited.

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

"The fire of the Shrine of Visar never goes out, it burns brightly. ”

The old mages of Visal seemed to have turned into a demonic beast that had lost their minds, their dry lips rolling up and down, characters exuding intricacies lit up in the void, the intricate lines on their magical robes were extinguished, and the various magical elements began to become the source of destruction in their hands.

"Sixth-order fire-based magic burst fireball, one-time instantaneous?!"

Li Laifu in the Liuling Holy Coffin's eyes widened, but when he saw a huge ice crystal dragon flying in the sky, the child was still extremely wise to cover up his ignorance.

"Seventh-Order Ice Magic, although it is only a branch of water magic, is even more difficult to control, the Forsaken, your servants are very powerful. ”

"Now is not the time. ”

The skull's jaws trembled, and his voice was low, unable to hear any rippling emotions.

Li Laifu shrugged his shoulders and looked indifferent

The knight of Rosa lifted the demonic spear and slowly walked in front of the red-robed young mage, this crystallized object of courage and wisdom seemed to be full of thirst for blood at this moment, if there was light on the other side of the desert, then this demonic spear represented the deep darkness at the other end.

"After this battle, you are the last spark of Wissar, and I hope you will understand that there are some things that cannot be changed by yourself. ”

Hailed as the magical genius of the 'Silver Age' who is most likely to recreate the glory of the 'Laughter of the Wise' era, the young mage's safety is Rosa's only concern at this time, and sometimes humans are very selfish, perhaps not for their own sake.

The red-robed mage looked into the distance in a daze, the magic elements wandering in the desert were breaking out a war of faith, he nodded sluggishly, and his voice was a little melancholy: "I will go far away, find the refugees of Weisar, take in their children, and establish a very small magic academy, not luxurious, not brilliant, sluggish stupidity and silent life can ensure the safety of each of us." ”

"Well, Wisal is with you. ”

The knight of Rosa patted the red-robed mage on the shoulder, his vicissitudes of life contained a strange calm, maybe there is no love in life, and death will look lovely.

He rushed to the other side of the distance, where his knight companion and the blood of the spear in his hand longed, and the young mage stood in place, the Kodor beast beside him already beating the drums of war, and its massive body enveloped the battlefield like a dark cloud.

"Do you really exist, the god of Vissar?"