The northern part of the Eternal Continent is home to savage and lowly orcs, who have strung human skulls into necklaces to praise them, who have mastered evil sorcery, and who have no true kingdom civilization, and who will not let the cold here fade away, and may the green-skinned orcs become slaves of the human race.

Unfortunately, when war is mentioned, all the orcs are boiling, and some humans are still timid.

The guards of the Dry Bone Fortress have kept the Terrans of the Eternal Continent alive for thousands of years

--------- "A Bishop's Last Words"

There is no shortage of legends in the Eternal Continent, and the bards praise the objects like countless stars in the night sky.

The birthplace of the poems in their mouths, in addition to the four empires with a long history and civilization that is difficult to trace, as well as the Holy See of Light, the spiritual gathering place of the entire Eternal Continent, if these forces with ancient civilizations can occupy a place in the bard's mouth like a river by virtue of their profound heritage, then the Dry Bone Fortress relies on the blood of countless strong men and the hoarse cries on the battlefield, and blooms a bloody brilliance in the history of bard literature in the Eternal Continent.

The cold of the north is enough to discourage the god of light, and the person who says this will not be tied to the cross to accept the sanctions, because this is the helpless muttering of a cardinal in the Holy See of light, so when the war between the orcs and the two races is imminent, the cardinal, who symbolizes the judgment of the god of light, is very wise to leave.

Fortunately, whenever the tragic sound of war drums on the waists of the orcs resounded in the sky, there would always be a strong human race holding high the blood-colored banner in the sky above the fortress of the Dry Bone Fortress.

It represents indomitability, and it is decorated with the Terran script of an ancient civilization.

'Battle'

In the chaotic capital, Li Laifu faced a strong man who once had supreme glory

"Traveler from afar, your actions have brought the City of Chaos to shame, and for the wicked, it is a shame to be killed, and for that, I want you to accept my challenge. ”

There were several more corpses in the black earth, they were not ridiculous lambs, once upon a time, these cold bodies were sinful people who could stop a baby from crying.

In the crowd, the pitch-black armor bloomed in the hot sun, and the blood-colored spikes gave this man a little more killing energy, different from the petty fights of other evildoers in the chaotic capital, this is the killing intent that can only be condensed on the real battlefield, in other words, without slaughtering a thousand or eight hundred guys with a sword and spear, there is no luxury in cultivating this killing intent.

The man walked slowly, like a magnificent mountain that could not stand the stillness and loneliness.

The sun was finally no longer sheltering this dishonorable fellow, and in the shadow of the black castle, his face was revealed, resolute to the point of coldness, as if he was a natural king.

The wavy eyes of the blue sea made many onlookers wonder if he had the blood of the Ottoman royal family, if this is really the case, it can become a conversation after some noblewomen pray for good deeds, but it is a pity that the pair of black eyebrows that have always contained cold light have made every criminal who has killed people quietly bury their heads, this fear of the strong is innate, regardless of courage.

"Mysterious mage, please accept my challenge,"

Charles, the fallen knight of the City of Chaos, suddenly brought his legs together, as if his right hand holding the spear was aimed at the dilapidated carriage parked not far away, this turned out to be an extremely fair knight challenge etiquette in the Eternal Continent.

He narrowed his eyes, because the characters in the carriage were really a little unrecognizable.

The vague figure resembled a child, but it was almost impossible, a magical fireball could incinerate a silver swordsman to death, the kind of perception and control of the fire element, at least a high-level mage who had indulged in the sea of wisdom and ignorance for decades.

Perhaps the air in the chaotic capital was so foul that Charles had forgotten that there was still such a thing as 'talent' in the world.

The others seemed to want to shout, but the knight's cold snort once again painted a silent pattern.

"Mages aren't going to fight you shirtless. ”

Ansbai resisted the urge to smile bitterly, pretended to be calm and stuck the black long sword on the ground, and then looked down at a certain dwarf behind him with a proud face, the meaning was self-evident.

"Brave dwarf, you go first. ”

The bearded man was wilted clean at this time, and instead of shouting brave and strong, he kept his head down to look at the ants under his feet.

Black land, black ants, black strong men, no one dares to provoke.

But after hearing the ranger's strange remarks, Charles's grim face seemed to suddenly turn into a fluffy cake, and his expression couldn't help but make the onlookers who had been silent whisper.

Ever since he'd been with a bastard for a long time, even Ellsbey felt that his current speech was quite uninhibited, but fortunately, it wasn't a bad thing, at least he didn't hate the feeling of blurting it out.

In the final analysis, people still influence each other, the same sex repels each other, the opposite sex attracts, and the madman and the madman may be able to change a lot after accidentally drinking and talking.

At least Li Laifu lacked a trace of loneliness, and the little introversion he had cultivated in the dark little attic of the Max family was basically spent cleanly.

"This bastard is barely as handsome as I am. ”

Li Laifu, who was sitting in the carriage, said so, and handed Qin an inquiring look, his narcissism needs to be recognized by girls.

Jean ignored him, her big dark eyes peering through the mottled window, staring at the tall knight outside.

"My own baby is crawling out. ”

Li Laifu smiled bitterly, since the inexplicable appearance of this dark guy, his mind has been running rapidly, life and death are not a joke, the fireball just now has consumed all his magic power, to be honest, compared to the conclusion that the pathetic silver swordsman was burned to death by his ancient fire spell magic, Li Laifu is more inclined to this is the ethereal conjecture that the demon king Satan thinks he is very cute, so he quietly took his life in the dark.

Because that fireball was just a small magic recorded at the forefront of an ancient book given to him by the old man in the black robe.

But now is not the time to dwell on such a long-term problem, and now a knight of unfathomable strength has issued a fair challenge to his emaciated mage, and An Shibai's sentence of doing it shirtless against him made Li Laifu think of the tragic scene of his bare ass exposing ribs and being pressed to the ground by a guy covered in spikes and rubbing hard.

"The whip of the enchantress! The enchantress of the road of no return is also here!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and Li Laifu's thoughts were instantly pulled back, and he looked at the black earth outside the carriage.

"Fallen knight, your aura is still so tempting, it's hard to imagine that those lowly fellows would be so distressed to kill a knight as glorious as you. ”

The sky seemed to be torn apart by a huge gap, and endless blood spread.

It turned out to be a blood-red whip with an ancient inscription written on it, as if it had fallen from the sky, and smashed into the place where Charles was standing.

"Enchantress!"

Accompanied by a cloud of sand and rubble and sinful dust, Charles's roar seemed to pierce the sky, and the vultures hovering low in the sky flew away from the land of right and wrong.

The black fighting spirit was full of ominousness, and there were mysterious characters flowing in the pitch-black fighting energy, and a blood-colored figure could be faintly seen in the dust.

"It's the Lost Enchantress, how many times have I said it, remember the words of women, especially mine. ”

The charming female voice gently echoed in this devastated land, and many onlookers were thrown to the ground by the qi wave because of their lack of strength, and at this moment they stood up again with their eyes blurred.

"It's choppy. ”

"It's magnificent. ”

Ellsbeth and the bearded dwarf murmured at the same time, and their faces at the moment, which were usually the most disgusted with sadness and sorrow, turned out to be like the melancholy of a thoughtful bard, and their four eyes stared at a place in a daze.

Li Laifu couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

In front of Charles, who had a stern face, stood a woman wearing black tight-fitting armor, with long golden hair hanging down to her waist like a waterfall, her red eyes were like the luxurious red rums of the Alberon Empire, and what was even more valuable was that her white face was as bright and pure as a magic crystal, and there was even a faint hint of silent charm, coupled with the blood-colored leather whip in her hand and the high-heeled forged gold boots under her feet, this kind of charm is not something that ordinary male creatures can resist.

The bastard who designed the tight armor must have been a genius, and this leather skinny suit not only allows the perfect curves of the female body to be vividly outlined

to, but also to make some places look

"It's unfathomable, I really accidentally saw the pants of the goddess of fate, otherwise why would you toss me so much. ”

Li Laifu shook his head, and walked out of the excitement of feasting his eyes, for he understood that his attempt to quietly flee to Santa Fet had become a promise from the nobles.

That's what it is, it's a fart.

The smoke and dust dissipated, but the armor on Charles's body still bloomed with a ghostly light, and he stood proudly like an undefeated god of war.

"Lost Enchantress, you have the blood of an ancient family in your veins, and now I don't want to compete with you. ”

A smile suddenly appeared on the woman's seductive face, and the bearded dwarf felt a wet and fishy smell under his nose.

Her soft words were even more resonant: "It's a bit of an honor that my blood is still worthy of the fears of the former heroes of the Bone Fortress, or give me your 'Broken Nightmare' enchanted by ancient spells, so that I can be regarded as the only king of the chaotic capital." ”

"Ridiculously frivolous, say your purpose. ”

Charles sneered, and mysterious runes appeared on the pitch-black armor.

It was a blessing from a great mage in the Bone Fortress with the 'Wise Herald' crest, once one of his supreme glories.

"The carriage and the people inside are mine. ”

The Lost Enchantress was carrying a blood-colored whip, and her tone was still soft, but the onlookers felt the air around her gradually become heavier.