Legend has it that in the depths of the Warcraft Mountain Range, there is another world over there, and the world over there is even newer, but no one has ever entered the depths of the Warcraft Mountain Range and then come out.

I don't know if I went to another world or to a more unknown place. Or, they have long been buried in the belly of the thousands of demonic beasts in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and they have already turned into fertilizer to nourish this mountain range.

According to word of mouth, the depths of the Demon Beast Mountain Range have long been a forbidden place, and no one dares to touch it. Regardless of whether the rumors are true or not, the incomparable demon beasts in the depths are hardly something that ordinary mortals can deal with.

There was a faint smell of wheat in the air, like the ale in a tavern in the city of Pinault, mellow and fragrant.

Ella slowly closed her eyes, slowly feeling the fragrance coming from nowhere in the air, perhaps, this was the last time she had smelled such a sweet ale.

The blood-stained face slowly rose, and the black face revealed a few points of slightly whiteness, most of the places were dark red blood, the blood scabbed over the face, and the beautiful face revealed a slight sadness.

"Bang!"

A huge voice sounded in front of Ella, Ella was stunned, opened her eyes, and saw a huge face, with a slightly hideous face, like a demonic beast in the Demon Beast Mountain Range, but it was not.

"Elon!"

Ella was shocked, although she had long known that she was about to die on this vast grassland, all hope was disappearing little by little, and in front of her were countless fallen clansmen, their lips and eyes wide, as if they were roaring in the sky, but no sound came out. Or it was muffled by more voices of gold and iron, countless broken swords lost their former edge, stained with dark red blood, stained red with messy and withered yellow grasslands, and more rusty giant swords, which were all left over from their predecessors.

Elon endured the severe pain of the wound, suddenly stood up and grabbed Ella, who was still stunned, and threw Ella on his back with just a mention of his strong arm, and with a "Hera" sound, he tore off a somewhat tattered leather skirt on his body, and tied Ella to his back.

"I'm not leaving!" said Ella, crying.

Ella kicked the strong body hard, the strong body only stumbled slightly, but it became more resolute, slowly lifting the big sword that had countless gaps around him, and limping step by step, not caring that Ella on his body was kicking and beating himself, only gritting his teeth tightly.

"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving!" Ella cried, countless dark red scabs on her white thighs.

Ella doesn't know whose blood it is, maybe it's her own, but now that the clan is fighting to the death here, and she is gone, how can she be worthy of her ancestors?

"Princess. Elon may have been kicked by Ella, his body staggered slightly, and he said hoarsely: "You are the most respected princess of our God of War tribe, if you have an accident, I'll not have the face to see those comrades who died in battle." ”

"I don't want you to care! you let me go!" Ella cried, tears slowly streaming down her dark red face, melting some of the scabs and turning blood-red.

Ella struggled even harder, but she was already exhausted, and the battle with the Fire Spirit Tribe had already almost exhausted the last trace of strength in her body. During the battle, he almost forgot who he was, just like the dolls sold by the merchants in the city of Pinault, and he couldn't remember anything other than the battle.

Perhaps, it is also a good thing to forget.

Aaron ignored it, slashed over a warrior of the Fire Spirit tribe who was attacking him with a big sword, and slowly continued to walk forward, panting more and more heavily in his mouth, letting Ella keep crying behind him, and he was not willing to put Ella down at all.

Elon's hand trembling slightly, blood stains scribbling on the sword. It's like the incantations that Karl Prophet often draws that are completely incomprehensible.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, High Priest Karl has gone to the God of War Mountain, and High Priest Karl swears that the God of War will definitely come today. ”

Ella's lips were tightly closed, but her body could no longer raise any strength, only staring at the clansmen who were fighting hard in the distance, the clansmen were slowly falling, and under the afterglow of the slanting sun, blood was as red as ink.

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Mount of Mars.

A huge stone statue stood on the mountain, a spear clenched tightly in his hand, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was angry, and his eyes seemed to be looking at the people below the mountain.

Under the colossal statue.

Karl said in unintelligible language, Karl was not old, but few prophets could live for long, which was the price of the prophet's stealing of destiny.

Karl was not afraid, but his god would never come. Karl wouldn't say it, because if he did, it would be blasphemy, and then the Ares would fall into eternal hell and be enslaved by demons forever.

Blood began to ooze from Karl's eyes, blood slowly flowing down his pale face, and the gray and quaint scepter in his hand began to tremble in his trembling hands.

It's been the third day of fighting the Fire Spirit Tribe, and Carl doesn't have to think about it to know what the outcome will be. Now probably many of the clansmen have lost the breath of life, falling under the sword blade of the Fire Spirit Tribe, trampled by those war horses wrapped in horseshoes.

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"Where's Master Karl?"

Ella finally regained some of her senses, but as she regained her senses, she instantly felt that her body didn't seem to be like her own, and the smell of wheat just now turned into a disgusting fishy smell.

When Ayron picked up Ayla just now, although Ayla kept kicking and beating on his back, the person was like a machine, and the slender sword pierced the enemy's body with a sword, and the blood and flesh that flew sideways added more green to the grassland.

At that time, my father said that he was born weak and unfit to fight. Ella might even be able to barely lift the sword in Elon's hand now.

It's just that the people of the God of War clan, how can they not fight?

Ella secretly followed Elon to learn, although her strength was weaker than many clansmen of the God of War, but her combat skills were stronger than many clansmen.

For as long as she can remember, Ella remembers that many of her clansmen are decreasing little by little, those are her own uncles and uncles, they are all elders of the clan, and her father didn't tell him where those uncles and uncles have gone, but after Ella saw Master Karl's recitation again and again, and those blood-stained swords stuck in front of the tombstone, the young Ella knew.

Perhaps, one day, this sword of his own will be inserted in front of the tombstone of his confidant, or it will rust and disappear with the passage of time in some unknown place.

My father has always told himself that until the return of the God of War, his God of War clan must not succumb to anyone's feet.

Ella didn't understand why, until—

When my father's sword returned to the Temple of War, but my father didn't, there were sad looks on the elders covered in blood.

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Karl's face became paler and paler, and blood began to slowly ooze from his eyes, nose and ears. The blood did not flow down Carl's body, but only condensed into a thin line of blood and slowly injected into the quaint wooden staff in his hand.

At this moment, the wooden staff in Carl's hand seemed to have become a pen, and the blood flowing from his body became ink.

"I, Karl, the prophet of the God of War, ask for the return of the God of War!"

As the ancient wooden staff finished drawing the last incantation, the entire formation suddenly brightened, and the blood-red light burst out instantly, with the statue of the god of war as the body, a blood-red light was violently reflected into the sky!

The blood-red light was centered on the God of War statue, slowly expanding, and countless defeated God of War clansmen were slowly shrouded in blood-red light.

"Prophecy! Prophecy!!"

"The prophecy has come true!"

Until the many embarrassed members of the God of War clan were enveloped, the strength in the body that had been exhausted for a long time was actually filled with the body in an instant!

"Succeeded?" Karl laughed, in a state of madness, but suddenly he seemed to lose all his strength and fell to the ground.

Written on: September 5, 2018 16:46:14

There is a fart: Actually, I wrote it before the last time I had chronic gastroenteritis, I can't remember what the book was called, but it's not plagiarism......