b)

The dark light of the night indulges in the shadow of desire, whose wings are broken, whose dreams are broken by the humble self tied to this dim world, the lost heart is burdened with sinful souls and finds purity again and again, and falls into depravity again and again, and the broken faith falls to the bottom little by little in the face of the clouds stained with blood, as if a mysterious prophecy is twisted into a death spell by the darkness and is invaded again and again.

The boundless pitch black was filled with a strong rancid smell covering the faintly shiny blood red, and the dark gray of the night slightly retracted its hazy color at the moment when the dawn ignited, and the lilac smoke melted into wisps of broken blue in the light dream, and then reversed in the world of day and returned to the original lilac. Lan Xingye, the Lord of Light, broke the spell of the Dark King Lu Zhuxuan and pulled the three monarchs back from the brink of death, and the Lord of Darkness also slipped out of sight in the chaos and flashed into the layers of twilight. At this time, the Lord of Light looked at the three soulless kings and fell into endless grief, he did not know why the killing came so quickly in this cold dark night, when a life has not fully bloomed his beautiful enough side, but was taken away forever by the cold light of the darkness, the lonely corpse lay on the lonely earth, and then soaked in a pool of lonely blood to reflect whose eyes, the tears that flowed to the edge of the sky blurred the snow-white of the Milky Way and blurred whose soul.

Whether the back of the darkness is filled with the eternity of the dawn, whether the shattered dreams are still flickering in the depths of the heart, whether the flickering faith is hidden in the gap of the hourglass, whether the traces of hope can be seen, the visible and invisible pain will turn into a ray of light and sink into the earthy dust, and then let silence replace meaningless justification and be lost into the rolling river. At this time, the King of Light ordered the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light to transport the three kings to the castle and let them recover from their injuries before returning to their respective lands, while he remained alone in the vast darkness and could not see through his own eyes, like a heart full of sorrow scratched by the dust of the unknown......

The tail of the dawn dragged in the long dark night to strangle whose charm, the light of the burning flame held up the big wings of twilight to awaken whose sorrow, the Milky Way flowing in the sky unloaded the tiredness of the body and did not know whose hypocrisy was concealed, and the touchable and untouchable were like a stream breaking through death struggling, twisting and flapping their wings and flying high. Lan Xingye, the king of light, watched the silent dark night and let his melancholy thoughts fly with the wind, he remembered that the three monarchs began to sink again and again under the control of the dark king Lu Zhuxuan, the chaotic consciousness mixed with the splashing blood rain blinded the people who were still asleep, the shadow of death cut through the fragile heart and divided the ignorance into half and embedded it in the depths of the soul, but the deep night did not understand the pain of the dawn, just like the tender water did not understand the blazing fire full of sorrow, the king of light fell into pain in the pain of others, there was no nightingale singing, there was no company of swimming fish, there was only a bitter fruitless waiting, gradually, he turned his back, looked at the warm golden yellow in the castle, and returned to the memory of his soldiers who went to the wasteland and fought against the country of darkness.

The dead wasteland was soaked in a murderous aura of the night, sealing the blood-red flame of light in the dirt of the undercurrent, and the broken bones caressed the blackened blood clots and peacefully pieced together one sleepless teardrop after another, like a lonely soul recalling every sad loneliness before leaving the body. Lan Xingye, the king of light, led the soldiers and spirit beasts of the country of light to stand in the dark night, the raging wind blew the withered stumps in the sand and dust, and the smoke was divided into circles and circles, disturbing a gray-brown dream into a pure white dream, and then turning into a dark blue butterfly lurking in the nightmare, the hard stone jumped out of the sand and collided with the blood-red warm tide to create a brilliant spark, when the spark burned into a sea of fire until it burned the horizon, the hard stone returned from the dazed to the original tranquility。 The King of Light clings to the rolling warm tide and looks into the distance, and the black enemy soldiers push the pitch-black undercurrent to walk slowly in the dark world, like a pouring heavenly river that floods the field and extinguishes the spark.

At this time, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Light lined up in a phalanx from both sides to the middle, and the lonely souls who wandered on the border of death faded away from the fetters of their bodies and joined in the ferocious struggle, the distant trombone sound and the agitated war drums mixed together to form a wave that shattered the dark and dull light, and the blood-red spirit beast fell from the sky to the ground, and then from the ground to the sky, as if the aurora in the night sky connected the heaven and the earth to leave a perfect moment. The King of Light bathed in the silver dawn and counted the bits and pieces that had been forgotten to the bottom of his heart, he remembered that when he and Dugu Arrow could not compete with the Lord of Darkness, it was the love given by his ancestors that defeated evil, and the blood-red pillar of light fell from the sky and penetrated deep into the heart of darkness, dripping the original filthy turbidity into the appearance of a river and flowing quietly, and the embarrassed King of Darkness suffered a heavy blow and disappeared on the black wings before dawn with a remnant sun.

At this time, the blood red in the sky is as beautiful as the blood red that once was, and the rich breath is embellished into a colorful dream hanging in the sky to begin to fantasize, and the warm current flowing in the warmth is all covered to the bottom of the heart and dissolves into a dark blue sadness, the king of light has fallen deeply into the boundless imagination, his eyes are full of butterfly golden wings, like the dawn of dawn with a layer of sadness, he quietly looks at the surging undercurrent, restoring a broken dream to completeness and then bordering the dark night with pitch black......

The heavy twilight overturned the purple-red that weighed down the clouds, splitting a pitch-black dust in two to make up for the void left by the blood tide, and the thin stars looked up lonely at the white light pouring down from the Milky Way, and floated a faint grief to the cold window. The King of Light, Lan Xingye, still stood in front of the castle after defeating the lonely soul of the King of Darkness, waiting for this quiet night, the cold breath rippled into a shallow sadness through his eyes and melted into the bottom of his heart into a warm current, just like the originally depleted spring water met the stream and handed over the whole heart, he knew that the lonely soul of the Dark Lord would still appear in the blood-red world, as long as that crazy desire was not stopped for a moment, the power of darkness would never stop for love, the heart occupied by desire was too terrible, just like the bottomless abyss had only its own fall, when the dawn of hope began to cast a kind gaze on the night, it chose to refuse, because it believes that the day never understands the darkness of the night, just as the clear back is always full of darkness. At this moment, the Lord of Light slowly raised his blood-red wand, and saw a powerful flame spread from the earth to the sky, instantly illuminating this lonely night that could no longer be lonely, and when the dark light of the night was completely swallowed up by the brilliance of the light flame, he returned to the real world.

The blood-red flame broke through the nightmare of death and burned whose darkness, whose eyes began to be covered with a pale blue light in the night frozen by the wind and snow, and the earthy yellow dust left the heavy twilight and wandered towards the bright world, not knowing if the wings of dawn could fan away the filth of the dust and usher in a pure soul. Lan Xingye, the king of light, returned to the castle from the lonely night, but his thoughts were still wandering back and forth in the cold night sky without purpose, the pain of the night hit his entire body like a contagion, and there was an invisible sadness that pierced the defense line of the soul flowing in it, but the face soaked in the moonlight did not want to admit that he would also be hurt.

At this moment, a dark shadow floated in from outside the door, and then knelt on the ground, and said: "Sovereign, Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elves have walked to the Elven Kingdom, and they have encountered the siege of the dark soldiers over there, but they finally defeated those crazy and brutal soldiers and won this bloody war. ”

"It doesn't matter who wins the war, no matter how hard you fight, you will inevitably shed blood and sacrifice, I think the elven kingdom must have been devastated!" the King of Light turned and looked at the soldiers in the shadows.

"Yes, hundreds of elves died tragically under the butcher's knives of the dark soldiers, and the sounds of escape, screams, and struggles were endless, and the entire elven kingdom was immersed in a pool of blood. The soldier's voice was choked and his body trembled.

"What happened to Dugu Arrow and the Blood Elf, and are they hurt?" the King of Light asked eagerly, picking up the soldier.

"I've heard that they only suffered a few skin wounds, and the patriarch of the Elven Kingdom was a little frightened. The soldier looked into the eyes of the King of Light and said hesitantly, "However, the blood elf chose to stay in the elven kingdom, and only Dugu Arrow embarked on the journey back to the kingdom of light. ”

"It's best for the blood elf to stay in the elven kingdom, I think he has grown a lot along the way, and his greedy nature must have been restrained a lot. The King of Light furrowed his brows and said calmly.

At this time, blood-red petals floated in the dim night sky, the color of the petals reflected the stars and the moon in the sky through the blue smoke, the silver-white light mixed with the faint purple red and the blood red of the petals intertwined, and the dancing silk threads drew a brilliant aurora to weave a colorful dream......