Panic can breed despair, and despair can make panic deeper and deeper. It is better to struggle than to pray in despair.

Several figures floating behind the black clouds, in the moonlight, three figures wrapped in black set off a beautiful woman in a plain skirt. There was a little smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was satisfied with the army below. The Emerald City was far away, and a carnival tonight seemed to be a good choice.

"Sir, I have already smelled the fear above the city." Maxi stood behind the old man and smiled strangely, "Maxi likes blood, they can make me stronger."

"The blood of these people is full of dirty faith," the old man snorted coldly, looking at the Duke of Rose floating above his head, "We must now obey the orders of Her Majesty the Queen, collect the resentment of these ants when they die, and use their souls to build a real sky of the dead."

The demon boy stood calmly on the other side of the old man, as if he had not paid attention to the words of the two. He did not need to pay attention. The power of the demon made him feel proud and unyielding, and he did not need to flatter any existence.

"Go forward at full speed!" A whisper suddenly came from his head, and a faint wave gradually rippled in the black clouds. "We need more troops to level the city ahead!"

The black clouds surging, and the speed of the skeleton army that was already advancing quickly increased again. The faint fire in the skeleton kept flashing, and they smelled the breath of death.

At the north gate, the legion commander Keith kept running, and the footsteps that were as thunder as thunder approached, and the spreading black clouds began to spread, which was the real army of undead.

After a slight pause from the city, the king's army retreated to the southern plains as fast as possible. They gave up most of their baggage and siege equipment for a faster marching speed.

"The equipment for the last time the heavy crossbowman checked! Move it quickly! The stones here are not enough!" "The heavy crossbow has been checked! Intact!" "General, we ask for support on both sides of the east and west!" "Each of sends five hundred people to come over! Tell them whoever loses the city gate, I will twist their heads off as a ball and kick them as a ball!"

"The archers are in place quickly! We can kill the enemy when we get on the horse, and we can defend the city when we get off the horse!" Keith's loud voice tried to stimulate his subordinates' fighting spirit, "These wastes that are only meatless and unseeded, and they also want to fight us with a bone-like manner? Who is afraid of them!"

Many soldiers burst into laughter, but they could slightly overcome the fear in their hearts.

The laughter made Wang Xiaofeng slowly open his closed eyes, and asked Garfield, who looked at the city with his back, "How is the situation in the city?"

"It's getting more and more chaotic." The old man seemed to be a little resentful of Wang Xiaofeng's words just now, "The south city gate has been blocked, and those Apocalypse are now calling and scolding below, asking you to explain."

"Let them scold me." A comrade responded indifferently, revealing his ears and listening, and said for a moment, "Sir, please. I should clean up the messy situation."

"Tell me." Garfield had an extra staff in his hand, and there was a hint of blue light at the top of the staff. "I hope you can save this situation." "This, believe me." Wang Xiaofeng had a smile on his lips, which was a confident smile.

Faith can make people strong and simple, and can also make people stubborn and persistent. The value of faith is not the illusory blessing given by gods, but the motivation to support people at that time.

"Listen! Listen!" A loud shout came from the sky, suppressing the chaos in the city. What should I hear? Most people listened with their ears, and the city became quiet for a moment. Or, it could calm the mess now, and only the curiosity that would never disappear.

It seemed as if there was a little drum sound mixed in the wind, and the drum beats gradually increased.

"Did you hear the roaring footsteps? Have you heard the sound of the breath of the god of death? The undead army has rushed towards our city. Tonight the city is broken, no one can survive, no one can survive!" The sound was ups and downs, but the content of the propaganda gradually made people's eyes gradually despair.

"You can only turn into the evil skeleton after death, and will never be promoted to the kingdom of light, wander between the edge of death, enduring endless pain and depravity! Pray, why not pray! Your prayers can be seen by the goddess, and she will come down to earth to help us overcome difficulties. Pray!"

Countless residents who were kneeling in the courtyard praying to the bright moon stopped, and countless believers who stopped on the street knelt down and prayed. The sound in the sky continued, making their prayers dare not speak out.

The tens of thousands of players who were originally gathered in the North City also stopped shouting, as if they were scared by the roar of the First God's Madam.

"Very good, very good." The voice brought a little sarcasm, mocking the light of countless people's prayers. "Dark comes, and the goddess can only watch us in the sky. What can she do for us? Why doesn't she show up to eliminate the darkness? Why doesn't she appear to save you and give you the redemption you deserve?"

Garfield's eyes lit up and he looked at the young priest who was taking deep breaths to brew emotions. For some reason, his beard was raised and he seemed to be smiling.

"Who are you praying to those who kneeling on the ground? God? What did she do to us besides letting us believe in her?" Wang Xiaofeng's words were loud and clear, "Does the goddess really exist? Or is it just a lie made up for us by others. If she exists, why don't she stand up and save us?"

"Listen!" The second pause made the neat footsteps echo in everyone's ears, "This is the footsteps of the undead, and the marching of tens of thousands of skeletons are neatly. They are only two thousand meters away from us, and death is only two thousand meters away from us."

"It's time to say goodbye to your family. It's also time to confess your love to your beloved girl so that she can be a happy undead after she dies. This is the last chance to keep the warmth before the end of the world."

"Hug each other with the strangers beside you. Finally, cherish the happiness of living, this is the happiness we have in the end." The sound in the sky was a little vicissitudes, and involuntarily, the pedestrians on the street hugged each other, and the residents hiding at home were crying and hugging each other.

The soldiers on the city wall also hugged each other in a choking sound, patted each other on their shoulders, and fell a few drops of men's tears.

On the streets under the gate of the North City, this kind of discussion appeared among the players gathered in the crowd - "What are he talking nonsense?" "You should be crazy." "The first god-master is indeed an ordinary person who cannot figure it out."

After more than ten seconds of silence, the dark clouds that were getting closer and closer outside the city made Wang Xiaofeng not have much time to wait.

"The feeling of living is really beautiful. Are each other's arms very warm? The happiness of living has not been cherished well. Why do we die? Why do we die? Death, tell me, do you want to die?"

The indigenous people who were crying in the city were slightly stunned and murmured, giving this question a negative answer. Nonsense, it’s good to live, who wants to die?

"Since you don't want to die, why don't you resist?" The sound in the sky suddenly became loud, and every word was clear and slow, trembling the minds of all listeners. "Since you don't want to die, why don't you resist!"

"Since you have happiness in your arms, why do you lose it? Since praying has no effect, why don't you let go of your hands and pick up the weapons beside you?"

"You are not warriors, nor are you warriors. You are just ordinary people, with their own beliefs and lives, their own pursuits and efforts."

The sad and trembling voice gradually infected every corner of the city. The vendors, women and children looked up at the sky, holding countless palms tightly.

"You have your own relatives, your lovers and children. Looking at their smiles, you may understand why life is beautiful. None of us wants to lose the beauty of life. We long to continue to live under the blue sky and white clouds, and to be warmth in the sun."

"Listen!" The third time, the sound of running neatly stepped on the drum and trembled. "It's them! It's the undead! They want to take away our happiness! Take away the lives of our loved ones! They want to die! They want to die miserably in prayer. They are the minions of the god of death, wanting to destroy the home we have worked hard to build and send us into the cold abyss! Can we agree?"

"Don't agree." Scattered answers echoed everywhere in the city. More than 20,000 soldiers guarding the city on the city wall raised the weapons in their hands, gradually returning the sound, deafening. "No!" "No!"

"Do you want to die?" "No!" "Can you watch your relatives die in front of your eyes?" "No!" "Then why don't you resist! Why don't you fight!"

"Fight!" A shout suddenly broke out in the city. The sound overshadowed the passionate blessing of magic, overshadowed the rumbling thunder outside the city, and rushed into the deep endless night sky.

Listening to this shocking cry, Wang Xiaofeng breathed a long sigh of relief. The first time he was so excited that he couldn't help himself. This exciting life is really not so easy to do.
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