War burns madness to the apex, whether it wants to bring the spark of freedom or the thrill of conquest, when the space of reason falls into illusion again and again does not touch the surface of truth, whether the cry of loneliness replaces peace and allows pain to continue to spread, whether sin hangs the greedy nature in the sky, whether it wants to embrace spiritual barrenness or material prosperity, when the supreme good falls into the trap of death again and again and merges with hatred, whether the reality of slaughter shatters the dream of nothingness and allows brutality to occupy the high ground, whether darkness extinguishes the beacon of light in the sea, whether it wants to meet the roar of the storm or the torrential rainWhen the warmth falls into the biting ice cellar again and again and cannot break free from the cold siege, will the cool dark night rob the bright light and make it difficult for the day to fall?

War and peace come from the same intuition, why do they form such a big difference, is it that war and peace are enemies in their bones, sin and perfection are originally from the same soul, why do they draw a red line, is there no connection between sin and goodness, darkness and light are originally from the same world, why are they always incompatible, is it possible that darkness and light exist in different dimensions, happiness does not see pain at the end of perfection, pain also does not see happiness on the edge of despair, two originally familiar things slowly begin to become strange on the road of reincarnation。

Lan Xingye, the king of light, drew his sword and desperately chased after the blood elves, he couldn't let the stalemate disturb his mind of winning glory, the blood elves jumped up and down to dodge the pursuit of the King of Light, he didn't want to see any casualties anymore and didn't want to hear any screams, the King of Light had lost his compassion after being confused by power, he wanted to let the killing break through the barrier of happiness to support a complete dawn, the blood elves jumped from the ground to the steps and from the steps to the city wall, he knew that he could only stop the war for a while, but he still had to break up all the strife and let peace return to the people, The King of Light brandished his sword and climbed the towering city wall, no matter how much he paid to recapture the blood-red wand, because the dignity of the royal power could not be trampled on by anyone, the blood elf saw the sword that stabbed over him instantly panicked, he threw away the wand and jumped on the eaves in order to save his life, the blood-red wand fell heavily to the ground like a petal floating in the air before it bloomed, the King of Light picked up his wand and patted the dust all over his body, he saw that the blood elf had run into the jungle and disappeared into a greenery, and the bloody battlefield was still full of the breath of death waiting for the redemption of the light......

When the fire and cold are entangled with each other and cannot distinguish the focus of dawn and dusk, they may have already become the same low horizon, joy is touching pain and pain is also affecting the rhythm of joy, when reason and sensibility collide with the chaimen of consciousness and cannot distinguish the boundary between dream and reality, they may just be a mirror embedded in the window, fraternity admonishes selfishness and disturbs the generosity of fraternity, when benevolence and hatred hold high the banner of faith and cannot distinguish the faces of friends and mortal enemies, they may be a seed of resurrection on the earth。

Freedom and slavery always seem to be isolated by a blank area, they are constantly looking for the gap between the self and the self in the gap between struggle and tolerance, memories and longings always seem to be confused by the image of reality and lose the true nature of life, they are constantly chasing the dull and noisy steps in the bend of the past and the future, happiness and loneliness always seem to be inspired by the cruelty of war to provoke a gray hidden pain, they are constantly comparing the gains and losses of giving up and cherishing in the shadow of completeness and incompleteness, all the peace will still have all kinds of struggles in invisible places, but the measure is not in the outside world but in the heart。

The four kings saw the King of Light standing on the other side through the undercurrent of dust and soldiers, they knew that the last real battle had begun on the edge of love and pain, the King of Light stood motionless with his blood-red wand in his hand, his anger spread from his eyes to his fingertips and from his fingertips back to his eyes, the four kings looked at each other for a moment and then galloped over on their horses, the rising loess covered with splashed blood in the suffering looking for spiritual sustenance, the King of Light waved his wand and condensed a fiery tongue of fire at the top, and then he danced this tongue of fire into a flame of light and shot it at the four monarchs, The four monarchs decided to disperse to avoid the swift light flame, the light flame exploded in the middle of the soldiers to form a huge deep pit, the King of Light saw that the light flame fell into the air and launched a second attack, this time the light flame clinged to the ground and cut a deep ravine between the two forces, the monarch Jin Jianmo and the monarch Jin Bingheng decided to launch a frontal charge, and the monarch Lu Mingxuan and the monarch Bingqian decided to go around the back to launch a surprise attack.

The King of Light saw that he was surrounded by kings in front of him and behind him, he raised his blood-red wand and sent out one flame after another to the sky, and a moment later a transparent protective barrier was generated around the King of Light, the four kings waved their swords and slashed the barrier but it had no effect at all, they didn't think that the dawn of victory was just revealed and was pulled closer to the chaos by the darkness, at this time, the blood elf came from the jungle to the battlefield of flesh and blood, he recited a few spells to the transparent protective barrier, and then the barrier like a disappearing barrier gradually faded its solid armor, and the Lord of Light still stubbornly picked up his wand and prepared to launch a final attackThe other three monarchs hurriedly ran forward and pressed the King of Light to the ground, the blood elf turned the pocket of the King of Light and finally found the largest crystal ball fragment, the King of Light just lay in a pool of blood and couldn't feel the arrival of hope, he knew that the war had turned good into evil and everyone was kept in the dark, only the pouring rain washed the earth again and again and then greeted the love of the rainbow......

The greed of material things intoxicates the wings of hard flight, so that the faint hope falls into a more nihilistic situation, the faint hope awakens the vague memory, and the blood of war is dyed with a poignant color, the blade of power pierces the firm oath, and the pious faith loses the protection of justice, the pious faith repels the camouflage of goodwill, and the reality of the body reveals the evil side, the storm of honor crashes the wall of happiness, and the quiet countryside suffers the sudden attack of the shower, and the quiet countryside stifles the nightmare of pain, and the harmonious rhythm condenses into the most beautiful nature。

Matter is no longer the original substance, it has stood in the wrong position in the swing of the will, power is no longer the original power, it has lost its instinct to be good in the torrent of greed, honor is no longer the original honor, it has given up the freedom of the soul in the shadow of death, everything is always changing its initial state in the movement of form and image, there is no rapid transformation but there is emotional support.

The four kings took the largest crystal ball fragment from the hands of the blood elves, they took turns playing with it to find out all the secrets in the crystal ball fragments, the King of Light lay on the ground without the consciousness of resistance and submission to submission, he stared at the broken sword as if the suffering had just begun, the soldiers and creatures of the four monarchs saw the defeated figure of the King of Light, they waved their swords and launched more crazy killings, but the sorrow never seemed to return to the twilight because of the loss of joy, there was a hazy illusion floating in the essence of reality and turning everything into light......