Instead of looking at Aragon again, it continued to look at the baby in his mother's arms.

The cry of the baby, mixed with the cry of the men and women around him, the cry of the elderly and the children, formed a sonata called Despair and Death, and there was no hope...

"No! Stop it!"

Aragon struggled to get up, roaring and rushing up, his eyes burning with a blue flame, no, not his eyes.

But the surroundings, on the asphalt roads, the walls of the building were burning with blue flames, and the swaying flames were printed in Aragon's pupils...

The flames quickly wrapped around the ogre, and the hot high temperature made it wail in pain, and in an instant it was burned into ashes and disappeared...

Not only that, the orcs around also turned into powder and dissipated under the dark blue flame, and even wailed.

Just like the god of death descending, he ruthlessly harvested the lives of those orcs...

Such high-temperature flames did not hurt Aragon at all, and even the rest of the surviving humans were not damaged by bathing in the flames.

Smack ~

The sound of leather shoes walking on the asphalt road is very existence in Aragon's unusual hearing.
Chapter completed!