Five years ago...

Seven of the ten nations of the Dragon War united to attack Sheriman and launched a night attack on Kalsek in the north of Sheriman on one day.

At night, West Street was very silent, and the streets that had just shouted and killed were now only thick blood mist and the unbearable smell of blood. Filled with the breath of withering life, it is prohibitive from a distance.

Among them, a young man in a black cloak walked in the middle of West Street Avenue, his scythe in his hand leaving long, terrible scratches on the ground, and the blood stained his face beyond recognition. He glanced at the corpse at his feet, and walked towards the central bell tower with a sneer: "West Street, the elimination is complete." ”

South Street was unusual, but it was unusually bright late at night, and the source of the light was the striking red-haired boy, whose fire illuminated the entire South Street and warmed the citizens who were trembling in the corners.

The wounds on his body are clearly visible, and the wound on the left side of his face is also dripping blood. The boy frowned at the pain, which was left by the enemy team leader, and even though the captain was now lying quietly in the shadows of the street in the form of ashes, the scar had no small effect on the red-haired boy. "Keep going, muskets!" the boy shouted and rushed into the crowd again.

North Street is a vast white area, like a world of ice and snow, where thousands of ice sculptures stand to decorate this monotonous, white street. "He's coming.....!" before the last word could be uttered, the syllable was forever sealed in the throat of the soldier who had been frozen into ice sculptures. Behind him, a young man with a proud face slowly stepped over each of the frozen icemen.

Enemy soldiers in bright red cloaks blocked the boy's path, flames in their hands and smug smiles on their faces. "Do you think the fire spirit can limit me? ignorance. The boy raised his head to look at the darkness that was missing, "See what it is, ants." The ice all around him turned into water, flowing and intertwining behind the boy. With a flick of his fingers, what wrapped the other party was the gurgling water......

The sunlight of East Street is the first to pierce the darkness, shining on every corner of East Street, caressing every citizen. The sun brings not only the warmth of their cold bodies, but also a glimmer of hope on the brink of death. A pair of wings spread out in the air, and it was a young man, and his majesty in the sky made the citizens hiding in the corner fall to their knees, and read prayers, believing that it was the coming of angels, that it was a gift from God.

The intruders looked at the messenger sent from heaven, and for a moment they were in a trance, staring at the god who descended from the sky, and this moment of distraction was the last thing they did in their lives. "Dying in peace is the best ending, Lightfall. The angel's majestic voice echoed in the air, and the invading army fell one after another, with happy smiles on their faces.

Under the central tower are people who have taken refuge in danger, worried about their lives, or about their entire possessions, or about their families who are still missing. Although it is an open square, it is full of despair and uncertainty about the future. After five o'clock, the bell tower gave out the time forecast on time, as usual, and the bell echoed through the crowd and drifted everywhere along the street.

"It's a heavy deal. This girl in a cloak has treated thousands of people along the way, "I don't know if Liguang is okay with him..." The girl who heard the sound squatted beside the little boy who had broken his arm because of the escape: "Does your hand hurt? Don't cry, don't cry, my sister will give you a spell." [Hundred Medicine Spirit Flower]. Flowers bloomed on the little boy's arm, and the little boy who was still crying burst into tears and laughed: "Wow, it doesn't hurt, my sister is so good, the flowers look good." The girl touched the little boy's head and smiled kindly at his mother.

"Why can't you take this city for a long time?" In the big tent outside the city, the map placed in the center of the tent was marked with many marks. The swarthy officer questioned the herald's men, and his angry look indicated that things had gone far beyond his expectations. The herald replied tremblingly, "Yes... It's the five gods! They have already destroyed nearly eighty percent of our troops. General, if you don't withdraw your troops..."The swarthy officer kicked open the chair beside him: "Pass it on, withdraw the troops!"

"Avoid the five gods!