The bearded dwarf and the mournful Ellsbeth are like two candles on a birthday cake, surrounded by sweet cream and lovely cherries, but when they burn, their final fate is blown out, and then plucked and thrown in the trash.

The east of the chaotic capital is covered with a hint of fish's belly, and the dawn is coming, and although the difference between day and night here is only whether the blood spilled after the killing is more vivid, at least it seems that there is still a tragic color spreading.

Ellsberg looked down at the author of all the troubles that lay quietly on the ground, and suddenly felt that a monster named 'Fierce and Lucky' was hiding in hell with its mouth wide open, waiting for his perfect leap.

"The 'hope' of the Max family is really a devil who can make Satan cry. ”

The figures surrounding Ellsbet and Furious Flame began to stir.

"Lambs who overturn the glory of the city of chaos, you will be covered in blood. ”

The black-clad mage held an unpretentious magic scepter in his hand, and muttered a whisper in his mouth, and figures approached from all directions.

Insidious laughter and pre-killing roars filled the land, and the magical elements gradually gathered in the air, and all kinds of different styles of fighting spirit were unbridled together

"Bearded, do you hear me, he says you're going to drown in blood. ”

"The dwarf said it was good. ”

Flame swept the blood-colored axe in his hand, and the flames on it burned as if they would never be extinguished.

"At least the blood of the two of us is not enough to cover this land. ”

"But I'm afraid of killing too many people, and the corpse buries your diminutive body in the ground. ”

An Shibai's voice was a little low, and he pointed at Li Laifu on the ground with his black long sword.

"Bearded, take him to find a way to rush out, don't go back to the lost land, I believe that there are no guards in the magic array of the chaotic capital, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Ansbai wanted to watch the bearded dwarf show his determination, but it was really difficult, so he had to look down at the ground in a wistful manner.

"The ranger's mouth is forever full of inexplicable words, I don't understand, I really don't understand at all. ”

The sinners surrounded them, and the flames on the battle axe in Fury's hand suddenly became furious, and the whistling flames continued to extend outward like tentacles, and the golden lion's head shot out an incomparably hot streamer towards the distant sky under the cover of night, like a huge meteorite that had rubbed against the air countless times.

In the distant sky, the stars were shining, but the starlight that should have been dazzling seemed to have suddenly lost its brilliance, and Ellsbeth looked there in amazement, and he saw a mysterious picture composed of stars.

Each bright star is a node, and they are connected together to form a pattern that resembles a giant dwarf, high in the sky, wearing a triangular crown that symbolizes the supreme glory of the dwarven race.

"The hills give strength to believers!"

Flame raised his battle axe, as bright as a beacon in the darkness, and he rushed towards the black-clad mage hiding behind the encirclement, the last of his roars still echoing in Ellsbeth's ears.

"Brave dwarves are fearless!"

An Shibai shook his head, bent down slightly, and when all the killers' eyes were attracted by the crazy dwarf, he quietly carried Li Laifu on his back.

"Exchanging the lives of two people for the sacrifice of one person is a surefire deal no matter how you look at it"

"You don't understand, but I understand, only by living can there be hope. ”

The old Darthas burst into vindictiveness, and Ellsberg stabbed a guy who stood in front of him with his black long sword, blood splattered on his face, but he didn't touch it in the slightest.

Ellsbeth is as swift as the wind, and the fighting spirit inherited from the Darthath Ranger Guild makes him like a tiger, and in the night, a life becomes the soul of his sword, and the encirclement formed by this group of evildoers is actually cut by him A huge gap, as if he is a real hunter.

Of course, all this is just a flash in the pan, the fact is that most of the powerful and strong people have been attracted by the bearded dwarves, and An Shibai has become the only fish that has slipped through the net.

In the night, a figure galloped away from the battlefield.

"Dwarves are so stupid that they have to rush down when they come to the abyss of death. ”

An Shibai sighed slowly, and glanced at Li Laifu lying on his back expressionlessly, black lines suddenly appeared on his face, and his speed increased dramatically, like a demon wolf of the wind in the Verdun Mountains.

It's out of the encirclement, and it may be safe in the dark, but it's still not a long-term place.

A street not far away was heard with a violent roar and the aftermath of the collision of fighting spirits, and An Shibai clearly felt that there were definitely more than one or two exiles there at this moment, who were far superior to him.

It seems that the last bit of hope has been dashed, because the first building on that street is the 'Lost Land'.

"Lost has also been attacked, bastard, you are a nobleman with an unknown last name. ”

Throwing Li Laifu on the ground, An Shibai looked into the distance, the pattern of the hill dwarf has gradually become weak, this is the totemic power of the Yan Axe Dwarf clan, like all big killing moves, the power is inversely proportional to time, and the sequelae are directly proportional to the power.

An Shibai was silent for a while, then suddenly put away the black long sword and slowly closed his eyes.

"No rigidity, no hesitation, no treachery, revenge, fairness and justice, the rangers of the four seas are brothers, willing to hand over their backs to any trustworthy friend, except for their lives, the rangers have no worries, Darsas protects our generation, and the spirit of the rangers lives forever. ”

A low prayer echoed across the black earth, and Ellsbeth prayed for the protection of the legendary ranger, who raised the index and middle fingers of his left hand to the east of the chaotic capital, and freed his right hand, clenched his fist, and placed it on his chest, with a solemn and solemn expression, at this moment, as if a mysterious aura surrounded him, sheltered the path ahead of him, and turned thorns and mud into flowers and praise.

This is one of the mainstream professions in the Eternal Continent, the belief and etiquette of the 'Ranger', although this has always been a spiritual shelter, but it is very important, because everyone in the Eternal Continent has their own beliefs.

The wicked believe in money, the nobility believes in power, the magician believes in the deep ocean of ignorance and boring meditation, the swordsman believes in his sweaty past, and the true belief is not that the God of Light is with me, but that I am the God of Light.

It's a pity that Li Laifu is in a coma, otherwise he must have found some very lethal complaints from this strange action

"The last bit of hope, Darthath has given me a clear indication to cast you to the source of all evil. ”

An Shibai slowly opened his eyes, the whole person exuded an ethereal aura, in the vast night, a figure galloped, his target turned out to be the black castle

The hysterical roar of the flames ceased not far away, replaced by the dwarven style of swearing and loud panting.

At his feet lay corpses, none of them in their human form, stumps and flesh scattered to the ground, the fury of the corpses was demonic and intimidating, the crimson blood dripping down the battle axe, and the fleshy beard was stained with blood by the blood of the wicked.

It's a pity that he failed, the most powerful old mage in black did not die, he hid behind the human wall with a hideous smile, and a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brave and ignorant dwarf, it makes no sense that your so-called companions have abandoned you, and you are still struggling at the feet of death. ”

The black-clothed mage raised his staff, and the magical elements began to condense.

"Bastard, you're disgusting. ”

The abrupt curse made the old mage in black stunned, his proud expression froze, and the incantation he was chanting was inexplicably interrupted.

As a high-ranking guest in the Mostima Gladiatorial Arena, the comments he encountered were all praise that 'I can wake up happy and laugh when I dream', and I had never heard anyone dare to be so disrespectful to him, and more importantly, that guy was even a dwarf that he could only see with his head down.

The bearded dwarf seemed to be possessed by Ellsbeth at this moment, and he smiled easily:

"Take off that black fig leaf, and show me what kind of ugly creature you are, hiding behind a big pile of, are you a cute maggot?"

"I'll tell you a philosophical joke about the maggots that walked on two legs. ”

"By the way, how do you pray when you release your magic? Great dung, please give me strength?"

The unique taunts seemed to have caused unparalleled damage to the black-clothed mage, and the other evildoers looked at each other and forced a smile.

The bearded dwarf raised his battle axe, and his arrogant laughter resounded in the sky, and the old mage in black was almost mad, trembling all over, and his lips trembling like a convulsion, but he couldn't sing a syllable.

"The Great Legend of Thunder, Gneyr, Grant Me Thunder, Sanction Evil, Chain of Lightning"

The wrinkled face of the black-clothed old mage became more and more terrifying, and the roar contained endless rage.

A huge chain of lightning fell from the sky and slashed at the bearded dwarf.

"Maggot magic, hehe, I don't feel anything. ”

Flame's eyes widened, and he stood in the thunder and smiled, the smell of burnt roast meat wafting from him.

"Really?"

The black-clothed old mage smirked, and one rapid syllable after another burst out of his mouth, and endless lightning shrouded the land, and lightning fell from the sky, slashing every inch of the bearded dwarf's skin.

"Ridiculous lightning, you ran out without milk?"

Furious Flame gripped the blood-colored tomahawk tightly, his legs trembling, his reddish skin blackened like scorched charcoal.

Thunder magic plays a terrifying role in sanctioning heresy, and is known as 'God's Sanction' along with fire magic, and even the dwarves of the 'Black Shield' tribe, known for their defense, cannot survive in the face of this inhumane magic.

But the bearded man seemed to be an exception, and he actually took a slow step, slowly moving in the direction of the old mage in black.

"Kill him!"

The black-clothed mage trembled and roared, and countless swords wrapped in fighting qi shone with cold light, stabbing at the guy who didn't know whether to live or die.

Lightning roared, and there was a hint of fear in the hideous expressions of the wicked ones.

The bearded dwarf was covered with all sorts of blades, but not a drop of blood fell, for the blood had been evaporated by lightning.

"Devil, you are the devil!"

The black-clothed mage stumbled and fell to the ground, and he saw a dwarf who could not be killed, and the blackened dwarf was slowly walking towards him with a sword, which was simply abusing the perception of a wise mage.

"You know, even I don't understand how I got to where I am today, maybe that bastard ranger was right, dwarves are a stupid race. ”

The bearded dwarf grinned, he smiled, looking down at the black-clothed mage who had collapsed to the ground, he seemed to be happy, he opened his mouth, and the beard on his chin shook like a pine.

"Finally found a guy who is shorter than me, hehe, but unfortunately the kid didn't see it. ”

The sinners began to slowly retreat, they hugged together, looking at the demon who was slowly walking over with fear on their faces, he was obviously a weak man who was about to die, but at this moment it seemed to make everyone feel the chill in their hearts.

The pace of the flames froze, like a dead tree on the verge of dying, and at the last moment of its life, only a few lonely howls of wind and a few fallen leaves fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the demon stopped, and time seemed to stand still in the chaotic capital.

The first sound was the blood-red tomahawk falling to the ground, the dull sound that made everyone tremble, followed by the demon's horn helmet, which was slowly cracking, and with a crisp 'click', it turned into a cloud of scrap metal.

In the end, there is no last, until the last moment, he still stands, and when a man is not afraid of death, indomitable and glory will accompany him forever.