The departing back did not look back, Rowan clenched his molars, tears rolling in his eyes.

Is this home?

This question had been in his mind for six years, countless silent nights, and he had pondered it.

He had a wife here, and now a child, and Padri treated him like a son.

Otherwise, he would not be able to hold power, and he will be the marshal of the country at this age, and he will be the next candidate for the lord of the country.

But Luo Wen deeply remembered that he was a soldier in the Zhu God Temple, a dark soldier numbered No. 3!

His roots are in Huaguo, in the Temple of Zhushen!

His primary duty is to protect the country of China, not the country of Noah, not this so-called "home"!

But, for some reason, the crying eyes of his wife Elena just now kept circling in his mind and lingered.

His eyes were full of reluctance, worry and expectation.

In Elena's heart, Rowan's identity doesn't matter at all, she only knows that Rowan is her husband, the husband she loves deeply, and the father of the child in her womb.

She has only one wish, and that is for her husband to return safely.

In the huge hall, only the father and daughter were figures, and above the main seat, Padri looked out of the gate, where there was no one anymore.

"Elena, Rowan is gone, and it is possible that he will not come back." Padri sighed.

At this moment, only he understands that Rowan's identity has been exposed, and even if he can live this battle, it is impossible for him to come back.

Even if he comes back, his identity is no longer the marshal of Noah's country, his son-in-law, but the soldier of the Temple of Zhushen.

He must make this clear to his daughter, so that her daughter can be mentally prepared.

After all, the daughter is now pregnant, and the child in this womb, once born, is as if there is no father.

If this is the case, then how can we talk about happiness for the rest of our lives, daughters and children?

However, after a moment of silence, Elena whispered, "Father, Rowan will definitely come back." ”

As soon as the words fell, tears fell, and he gently stroked his stomach with one hand, and murmured: "I and the child will wait for him." ”

Padri looked at her daughter's resolute gaze, shook her head slightly, sighed, and said no more.

……

For a time, all countries were in full swing to arrange their troops, and although this war was cooperation, all countries had their own ghosts.

At the meeting, it was unanimously decided that in addition to the Holy Realm level, all countries should also dispatch 300,000 elite forces.

The people of this holy realm can't be faked, but the 300,000 elites can be greatly discounted.

After all, in this battle, casualties are inevitable, no matter which country, the elite troops are all trained with great difficulty, how can they be easily injured.

Among these 300,000 soldiers, each country dispatched a maximum of 100,000 elite soldiers.

Among the countries, the undercurrent of the war department is surging, but everything is normal in the outside world, and the citizens are working and leaving work as usual, and they don't know about this war at all.

However, the warriors in the societies of various countries felt a trace of abnormality, and under the seemingly calm sky, there was a depressing atmosphere, which was a feeling that a storm was coming.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past few days, Yebei has stayed in the Taer clan, accompanying Gu Moli, and not asking anything about the outside world.

And this remote tribe has no news from the outside world, and the people in the tribe are busy as usual.

The return of the Archur patriarch has restored the Tar to their former vitality.

In the early morning of this day, a roaring sound broke the calm here, and with the arrival of several figures, it meant that it was an extraordinary morning.

"Big brother."

"Hall Master!"

Lonely Defeated Heaven, Sheng Hu, Lu Zhongyuan, Luo Feng, Nangong Yan and Shadow were all wearing battle armor, and their faces were solemn.

Outside the northern border, millions of enemy troops have been assembled and are approaching the border.

The eldest brother was not wrong in his estimation, this time, the other party wanted to fight hard and break through the sideline.

After eating the last bite of breakfast, Yebei elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth, slowly got up, and picked up the Beiwang knife and hung it on his waist.

"Moli, you are here, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

When Gu Moli heard this, he didn't speak for a while.

It is self-evident what it means for several people wearing battle armor to gather here on a lonely defeated day.

Bringing the Beiwang Sword to it means killing.

"Night North ......"

Gu Moli lightly opened her red lips and called.

The night north heard the sound and stopped.

"Be careful, I'm here waiting for you to come back." Gu Moli smiled sweetly, but there was a look of worry in his eyes.

She didn't know where Yebei was going, but she was bound to fight.

This is the responsibility on his shoulders, guarding every inch of land and hundreds of millions of people in China.

Yebei smiled slightly, nodded, and stepped into the Black Hawk fighter with a few people.

The dust was everywhere, the propellers spun rapidly, and the Black Hawk fighter slowly rose into the air, and with a sound of explosion, it turned into a black shadow and galloped towards the north.

At the same time, in the main hall of Noah's country, Padri sat firmly on the throne, his face was full of anger, and the ministers below all bowed their heads and did not dare to speak.

"Marshal Rowan hasn't been contacted yet!"

Padre roared, but no one responded.

They had tried everything they could, but they couldn't contact Marshal Rowan at all.

And the reason why Padre is so angry is because of one thing.

All countries have begun to dispatch, but Noah's elite troops are all there, and they don't even know that there is such a war.

Suddenly, a bad premonition came to my heart.

However, at this moment, outside the door of the hall, there was a person running in, wearing a long skirt and walking hurriedly, unable to hide his anxiety.

Everyone looked at it and was stunned.

The person who came was Elena, the daughter of the lord of Padri.

You must know that in this hall, women are strictly forbidden to enter half a step.

However, the lord of the country was in a rage, and no one dared to accuse him, and they all pretended not to see it.

"Father!"

Elena came running with the hem of her skirt, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat and panting, apparently running all the way from home.

"Elena! Who let you come! Don't you know you're pregnant! ”

Padri got up in anger and roared, but there was a look of distress in his eyes.

At this moment, Elena's eyes were red, and tears kept falling, which made Padri feel more and more distressed.

"What's the matter? Take your time. Padri walked along.

If there is nothing important, my daughter will never rush to come.

Elena bit her red lip tightly, but did not speak, and slowly raised her hand and spread it gently.

Padri was taken aback.

It's just that what her daughter is holding in her hand is the national decree of Noah's country, and there is a note underneath.

Padri dodged forward and picked up the note, which was only a short sentence.

Hold your home and wait for me to return!

……

The note slowly fell, and Padri looked out of the hall with a vacant look in his eyes.

What he had feared just now had finally happened.

Luo Wen, the child, did not mobilize a single soldier of Noah, let alone open the treasury.

There is no need to explain why.

This is to preserve the national power of Noah.

It also means that Rowan, the child, is going alone!

As a soldier in the Temple of the Gods, it is his mission to protect the country of China, and he must go to this battle, even if he is crushed.

Without using Noah's country, it is obvious that this kid does not have a trace of Noah's heart.

And the words 'keep the homeland'.

It's a place to call home.