In the year 227 of the Terran Era, the front line was about to collapse at the first touch, and none of the 700 soldiers fled, and all of them died in battle.

The two army commanders, Volcan and Agni, fought fiercely with the three hundred dwarven sixth-level powerhouses, and were finally forced to blow themselves up, burning the power of the wizards, and dying together with the three-hundred-sixth-level powerhouses.

At the head of the city, a black shadow slowly condensed out, looking at the calm after the fierce battle below, his eyes were cold, and he shook his head: "Stupid woman, for the sake of mankind, is it worth it?"

"A madman like Benemkoos. ”

The black shadow disappeared and melted into the night, and the mighty dwarven army trampled on the corpses of countless front-line Terran soldiers and marched towards the hinterland of the Terrans.

A fire turned this city, which represented the history of the Terran struggle, into ashes, and the biggest disaster in the history of the Terran began.

The front line was lost, and the major city-states had to fight on their own, vigorously recruiting troops and organizing resistance. However, temporary armies are far inferior to regular armies, and under the torrent of tyrannical dwarves, they often lose three cities a day.

Countless human races died tragically under the tyrannical iron hooves of the dwarf race, until one day, except for the ten wizards of the palace, the remaining sixth-level powerhouses gathered together to make a final struggle for the survival of the human race.

More than 20 sixth-level powerhouses gathered in one city, blocking the dwarven army to the death, saving the building from falling, and helping the tide to fall!

This city was named the City of Hope by the Terrans, also known as the City of Warriors, and countless warriors came forward and gathered in the City of Hope to try to bring hope to the Terrans again.

In addition, there is also a city that miraculously rose in the cataclysm, there is no army, only one person is guarding the city, but he alone makes it impossible for thousands of dwarves to move forward!

His name was Trandel, a strange name, in ancient human terms for cursed life.

But he always came across as being gentle and easy-going, helpful, and never committing any atrocities, and since the news of Volcan's self-explosion came after the breach of the front, he stopped and built a fortress here.

Known as the City of Twilight, the fortress was built in the bloody twilight of the Trundell after a terrible roar one evening.

Since the collapse of the front, countless dwarves have ravaged the hinterland, and major cities have been devastated and devastated, but only the City of Hope and the City of Twilight have survived the torrent, and humans continue to come to seek refuge.

Trandel stood on the city walls, and his heart calmed as he watched the nervous and fearful expressions on the faces of the people in the city gradually ease, and life here returned to stability.

As Mr. Ruiz said, he is the guardian who guards everything that is worth protecting.

He was in a small village and learned the news of Volcan's death in battle, he almost broke down on the spot, his fangs grew wildly, his purple pupils emitted a demonic light, and the scarlet color filled his eyes, and there seemed to be another tyrannical force in his body to awaken, and his mind was full of thoughts of killing all living things in front of him, but fortunately, Ruiz's usual teaching worked, and he relied on himself to suppress the tyranny in his heart.

Narrowing his fangs, his eyes gradually returned to normal, and he kept blaming himself in his heart for why he didn't rush to the front line earlier, so that he could not only save his mother, but also save the human race.

He admired the deeds of 700 soldiers who died in battle, and he felt that this was what he should protect, but on the contrary, he felt that there was still a little bit that Teacher Ruiz had not taught him.

If there is something worth guarding, there will be something that has no existence value, and if there is no existence value, it should be ...... Destroy.

The seeds of destruction sprouted in the depths of his heart, and the first thing he wanted to destroy was the dwarves, a tyrannical race that should not exist in this world if they did not produce but only knew how to plunder.

Ruiz, who was banished to the other world, didn't know that he only taught the way of guardianship, but he ignored it on the other side, and there was no need to destroy it if it was worthless, but Trandel, who had been blinded by hatred, wanted to destroy the dwarves all the time.

While guarding the Twilight City, Trandel often takes on the role of a hunter and goes to the dwarven stronghold to slaughter.

However, there are too many dwarves, and no matter how powerful he is, he can't destroy this race at once.

"I have to work on a kind of sorcery that can cause widespread damage, preferably passively, so that no grass grows where I pass. ”

Eventually, Trondel gave up the solitary hunt and instead devoted himself to the sorcery he had envisioned, the day of its creation was the destruction of the dwarves.

In the two hundred and thirty years of the Terran era, the dwarves that multiplied extremely quickly launched a new full-scale invasion war, and a greater torrent of death swept the land, and the City of Hope, which was guarded by more than 20 sixth-level powerhouses, lasted only half a day before being defeated and repeating the tragedy of three years ago.

All the sixth-level powerhouses were martyred, and none of them fled, but there were surviving humans who saw a black shadow on the city tower.

That dark shadow looked like a Trandel.

The news spread like a spark among the Terrans, and some people even revealed the history of Trandel, the son of the legion commander Volcan, the student of the great sage Ryz, and finally, the most shocking news was revealed.

Trandel is actually a descendant of the dwarves! He was forced by the king of the dwarves to give birth to the descendants of Volcan!

He was a spy sent by the dwarves to the human race.

With the only remaining resistance of the Terrans, the Twilight City became panicked in an instant, and once the seeds of suspicion were planted, they would grow wildly.

Therefore, Trandel guarded alone, and all the dwarves did not dare to attack.

Therefore, Trandel never participated in the meetings of other sixth-level wizards, and stayed in retreat all day.

Therefore, Trondel looks extremely strange, with double eyes, purple eyes, and long fangs, like a dwarf.

......

And so on, and gradually within the Terrans, there was a call for "Trandel get out of the twilight city".

Trandel awoke from his retreat and watched as everyone spoke ill of him overnight, how gorgeous the praise had been, and how vicious the curse and abhorrence had been.

Someone even told him to die, to accompany his dead mother.

In the face of the gossip, Trandle did not give a word of explanation and continued to retreat, perfecting his witchcraft.

Finally, the humans of the Twilight City could not take it anymore and elected one of the most prestigious old men in his hundred years old to come and meet Trandel.

Trundell received him, and the first thing he said was, "Please leave the twilight city." ”

Trandel's heart was a little cold, this old man was rescued from his earliest travels, and he followed him to establish the city of twilight, sheltering a large number of Terrans.

But now, he doesn't believe in himself.

Bitter, depressed, sad, painful emotions surged in his heart, and Trandel spoke hoarsely: "Even you, are you going to betray me?"

The old man bowed his head guiltily, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed his head continuously, and the bleeding did not stop.

One, two, three, four......

The stubborn, stubborn old man answered his attitude with actions.

Trandle smiled self-deprecatingly, laughed lightly, and his voice gradually amplified into the sky, revealing endless insolence and loss.

"Terran, ungrateful, undistinguishable from wrong, I don't know...... There is still no value in existence. ”

Trandel was gone, not killing the twilight city, but leaving the city he had sheltered alone, under everyone's gaze.

After Trandle left, the old man raised his bowed head, smiled bitterly, and took out a short sword and stabbed it in the chest.

"Lord Guardian, the world doesn't believe you, but the old slave believes in you, but if you don't leave, they will come to kill you......"

The old man was not worried that Trandle would be killed, he was worried that after Trandle was assassinated, he would not go on a killing spree and slaughter human beings.

"Old slave, apologize with death. ”

The nameless old man bowed his head again and knelt silently in the direction where Trandel had disappeared.

Three days later, the dwarves organized a very strong force and besieged the city again, and the twilight city, which had always been known as an impregnable fortress, was destroyed in just half a day, and no one survived.

Trandel sat cross-legged on a mountain peak not far from the Twilight City, watching the Twilight City burn out and be destroyed in the flames of war, with mixed feelings.

Since the humans have expelled him, he no longer helps the humans.

This is his creed in life, there is kindness for kindness, and there is revenge for revenge. The dwarves killed Volkan and were about to be exterminated, and since the Terrans rejected him, then from now on, he would draw a line with the Terrans and never help each other again.

"Trandel, the cursed life. ”

A dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him, turning into a human form, but the face could not be seen clearly.

Trandre turned his head without the slightest shock, and said lightly: "Strange life, you followed me all the way, what's the matter?"

"It's not a big deal, just staring at you, worrying that you're helping humanity. ”

Trandel's eyelids raised slightly, and he sneered: "I'm not so boring, I will no longer interfere in the war between the human race and the dwarf race." ”

"But what if I were to make a move, would you kill me like you did with the City of Hope?"

The black shadow was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "Sure enough, he is worthy of being a descendant of the human race and the dwarf king, his wisdom is beyond ordinary people, he cultivated to the fifth level at the age of five, and now, he has reached the point where he cannot be promoted to the sixth level." ”

Trandle ignored him and turned to continue studying his sorcery, "If it's okay, get out." ”

The dark shadow's face gradually changed into Loki's appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a wicked smile: "What if I told you that your mother, Volcan, was killed by me?"

Trandel's calm face finally changed, disbelief, rage, mania All kinds of emotions were intertwined, the incomparable aura roared and surging all around, a finger stretched out, pointed at the center of the black shadow's eyebrows, and said extremely coldly: "You say it again?"

"I'm Loki, your mother died under the siege of the dwarves under my command, and before she died, she told me how much she wanted to see you before she died, Trandel, cursed being—"

Before he finished speaking, he was wiped out by Trandel's fingers, and the terrifying aura, full of death and tyranny, suddenly stained Trandel's eyes red, and his fangs swelled wildly.

He spread his arms, his dragon-like muscles expanding, and gradually becoming inhuman, like a dwarf, roaring at the sky.

"Loki, I want you dead!"