【You in the end!】 What a wish was made! 】

A line of fire burned the border between the empire and the principality from south to north.

At first, it was just a sporadic tongue of fire licking the shriveled weeds blown by the autumn wind.

No one could have imagined that the weeds along the middle of the Duchy and the Empire would scorch into a whole conspiring war.

[Zhongyun Mountain], this weed, is a weed on Zhongyun Mountain, drifting with the wind in the desolate loneliness of the autumn wind, it can't control its own fate, so under the guidance of the grand autumn wind in the spiritual world and the southeast wind, it is biased towards the empire and wails.

The empire is on the left, the principality is on the right, and if this weed is biased towards the principality, perhaps there should not be war, but it can only be carried by the wind, burning the flames to the northwest.

Poof......

A little spark contaminated it.

Call......

The majestic wind carries a cool sense of smoke and dust from its tip.

Zizi ......

Bright flames danced with smoke and dust in the yellow weeds and rose into the sky.

No one would have imagined that this autumn, when the cold and boredom would be so long-lasting, that the once-abundant grass would wither and wilt in just a few months, and that the restless summer would come and go, and that the entire shoots would begin to turn yellow as soon as the cold autumn rains passed.

And this weed is the victim of this tormented summer and autumn.

It had no choice but to use the southeast wind, to the northwest, to ignite another weed that lived with it.

The weeds wailed bitterly, and the waterless ears of grass blown by the wind struck together, and the freshly lit sparks were the companions, and the empty plains with their mountainsides sounded a terrible song of sorrow.

"Hum hum hum...... Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! ”

Standing alone on the top of the mountain and fighting wildly, a necromancer named [Ahmobius] waved his spirit banner and shouted, squeezing the soul of the weeds.

It was a small ritual, with black flames at the bottom of the fiery red flames, and the rage continued.

Sometimes, people always think that only animals and humans have "wisdom dependence", that is, [spirituality], but they do not know that the weeds of the four seasons [reincarnation] also have wisdom and spirituality.

They also have souls, which the gods have given them, "souls of the dead."

"Hurry up and die, hurry up and die! Ahahahaha! "Ah, Morbius swayed the phantom spirit flag, and the soul of the living twisted, roaring along the spirit seal of the spirit flag at the top of the spirit flag.

They are so small that people forget they exist.

Flowers and trees are obviously the same as human beings, or even older than human beings, and they have no conscience to think that plants have no spirituality and do not suffer.

It's just that because they don't jump up and punch you in the knee, or if they don't get revenge on you when you hurt them, you completely ignore that.

It's an awkward joke, but it's noncommittal, since the word creature also includes plants.

Just because plants are plants cannot be ignored for the harm they receive.

Ha, then your kindness is too nowhere to be placed, which will attract the laughter of others.

Behold, the man is protecting the different races of humanity.

Behold, the man is protecting animals that are different from man!

Look at that! That person turned out to be protecting plants.

So, at the end of the day, it's up to people to do whatever they want.

If you want to protect different groups of humans, you want to protect different groups of humans.

If you want to protect animals that are different from humans, you want to protect animals that are different from humans.

And if you want to protect plants, protect them.

This is fair, so that a perfect closed loop can be formed.

Of course, it's not necessarily fair, because humans, animals, and plants are all pathetic defining terms.

Which day appeared different people, animals, plants. The fourth of them becomes your enemy.

That's really going to be a joke.

It doesn't have to be a joke, and the extermination of the dead race is just a "brazen little thing" of the [fourth party].

"Your souls, souls! It's all mine! Hahaha! Hahaha! ”

Ah, Morbius was laughing maniacally, because he was born in ancient times, as early as three thousand years ago, what a terrible ambition for necromancers to "delve into" never excludes the soul of plants, and to use all the available materials?

All the necromancy now is just a few words left over from that era, and his resurrection is naturally going to do something big.

Like, a war, a war that is about to break out.

The flame goes all the way north along the Empire's Zhongyun Mountain, that is, the Duchy's [Rocksler Mountain], and the first line of defense is the river barrier [Mengyuan River] set up by heaven, this river originates from the high mountains in the north of the empire [Taikang Mountain], this river is one of the mother rivers of the empire, because of the low terrain of the empire from north to south, this unstoppable flame must go all the way to the north, climb into the hinterland of the empire [Longzhong City], and then go to the extreme north, burning it all the way.

And all the way to the northwest, after the Mengyuan River, after the Taikang Mountain, is the Bailing Mountain, after the Bailing Mountain, is the second mother river of the empire [Tang Ju River], Tang Ju River crossed, is the empire's Qingfeng Mountain.

The empire's three horizontal and three vertical mountains and rivers have gone to two roads, and the fire has become more and more uncontrollable!

The life of weeds is too fragile, and when it touches fire, it dies painlessly and turns into smoke and dust.

Imagine, the excitement of annihilating an entire race made Amobis tremble arrogantly, and the killing intent in his eyes burst out, this is the spiritual world, all living beings have [spirituality], all human beings [spiritual power] are extracted from nature, the spirituality of wild grasses is weak, and the spiritual power is weak, but it is also poor in the category of "life".

He was wantonly slaughtering lives, which made him shout, scream, and laugh with excitement!

Whose life is not life?

Killing weeds doesn't necessarily mean that no one cares.

It's natural and I don't care.

But he, as a necromancer, could understand, he could clearly, he could foresee, the pain of those weeds as living beings.

Pain and despair are the nourishment of Morbius, the desire to kill, the pain of the weeds, the pain of the weeds! It made him so comfortable that he shivered all the time.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! ”

His hoarse throat, combined with his uncontrollable trembling, brought him even closer to madness!

Crazy!

Watch so many fragile creatures die!

Watch the jungle eat the strong!

There is an inexplicable wonderful sense of comfort.

Although, the life of weeds, most normal people will not care.

But they're just dead.

But people like him can probably understand how inseparable the grand hostility and terrible irreconcilable contradictions of one race against another.

So, terrible hostility towards each other!

Extermination!

After all, it will not be a foreseeable contradiction that is too difficult.

"Come on! Come on! Come on! ”

Ah, Mobis tore the weeds apart like a cloud of rain!

"War! War! War! ”

His eyes were red, staring into the distance.