The light of dawn clashes with the sound of swords engraves the feelings of compassion on the monument of justice, the brutal killing hurts the blooming petals and makes the shadow of death fall into the deep pool of hatred, the pious faith clings to the bright stars and depicts the doctrine of mercy in the diary of ideas, the painful * Awakened by the nightmare of a trance, the depressed will condensed in the cold ice and snow, the white dove of peace carried a fiery passion to instill the gospel of the highest good in the fertile soil of the heart, and the hurricane of war swept away the collapsed ruins, and a new illusion floated in the vague memory.

Happiness can't find the shadow of happiness, can only feel the humble existence in the painful entity, hope can't find the path of hope, can only recall the initial enthusiasm in the trap of loss, everything has to face the complicated troubles before awakening, so that happiness can not get the light to shine, so that hope can not see the picture of the future.

The four kings finally couldn't hold back their grief and anger when they saw their fierce beasts and creatures slaughtered, and after consulting with each other, they decided to let the soldiers go to the battlefield to defeat the arrogance of the enemy soldiers, and the soldiers of the four kingdoms rushed into the bloody game of screaming and shouting with swords in hand, and the soldiers of the country of light first used weapons to fight with the soldiers of the four kingdoms, and then with bloody armor, you pushed me and fought together, and finally they all lay on the loess and looked at the silence after the solemn sky returned to the hustle and bustle.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Light fought bloodily with the soldiers of the four kingdoms for nine days and nights, and they still couldn't tell the winner, they couldn't see the dawn of dawn or the twilight of dusk, but the feeling of pain didn't let justice drive out the cruelty of war because of the temporary pause, they saw death in each other's eyes but couldn't see forgiveness, the desire for power destroyed a single individual, in the race fight, they couldn't distinguish what was good and what was evil, only a touch of cruel makeup touched the heart, so that the humble thoughts outlined a poignant death... The contest of power extends from the warm morning light to the cold night to consume whose will, whether freedom can still restrain the rules of the mind under the double oppression of reason and sensibility, whose soul is the expansion of desire that extends from a single fantasy to the essence of greed, whether moderation can still retain the innocence of the highest good under the double test of material and spirit, whose ideal is to be swallowed up by the gray of reality from the color of dreams to the gray of reality, and whether the truth can still hold the bottom line of morality under the double blow of persistence and abandonment。

Power dominates the will, the will controls power, desire bewitches the soul, the soul stirs desires, appearances tear apart ideals, ideals expose appearances, complex things always become a single side in motion or rotation, and then stand still in the single to create a new order.

Lan Xingye, the king of light, saw that the two sides of the melee were once again in a stalemate and decided to go into battle in person, he drew his blood-red wand and shot a blazing flame of light towards the blocked clouds, the long wait could not give him the glory of winning the victory and winning the garland, and the painful torment took his flesh and soul like a poisonous snake.

The Lord of Light held his wand high, his heart only hated the darkness, his eyes stared ahead, his footsteps ran like flying on the corridor, the tragic slaughter, every minute and every second buried the heart of mercy, let the dust overturn the faith, the angry roar pulled the shadow of death, in the face of forgiveness, he could not see the oath of love, everything seemed to be cold, there was no rational penetration, only the desire for revenge, just when the King of Light was about to walk out of the castle, the blood elf suddenly climbed down from the eaves and snatched his wand, the king of light chased after the fleeing blood elf in a rage, he didn't want the light flame of dawn to fall into the battle between ice and fire againHowever, the voice of justice does not seem to feel the warmth of the carnage of war, and there is a sense of imminent separation that confuses the trend of thought and makes the unknown more dangerous...... 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 originally come from the same kind of intuition, why do they form such a big difference, is it that war and peace are enemies in their bones, sin and supreme goodness come from the same soul, why do they draw a red line, is there no connection between sin and supreme good, 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 to win 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 again, the king of light had lost his compassion because of the power confusion, he wanted to let the killing break through the barrier of happiness and support a full dawn.

The blood elf jumped up the stairs from the ground and jumped up the city wall from the steps, he knew that he could only stop the war for a while, but he still had to break up all the battles and let peace return to the people, the king of light brandished a sword and climbed the towering city wall, no matter how much it cost to recapture the blood-red wand, because the dignity of the royal power could not be trampled on by anyone, the blood elf panicked instantly when he saw the sword stabbed at the slanted stab, he threw away his wand and jumped onto the eaves in order to save his life, the blood-red wand fell heavily to the ground like petals floating in the air before it bloomedThe Lord of Light picked up his wand and patted the dust all over his body, and he saw that the blood elves had run into the jungle and disappeared into the greenery, and the bloody battlefield was still full of death waiting for the redemption of the light......