With a puff sound, it was the white holy fire that was jumping, gradually burning the remaining body that had no signs of life.

Gray sky, black curtain, gloomy mood. Bloody warrior, tired body, burning will.

It was like walking in the darkness, not finding the edge at a loss, the fierce battle in the sky never stopped, and the dragon breath burned out a burning cloud.

Wang Xiaofeng held the crystal necklace and stood in front of the crowd watching the flame gradually fading. His face turned into water, and his eyes gradually trembled as the flames beat. When the fire was finished, he leaned over and swept the dust into the palm of his hand and put it in a small bottle as a gift for the meeting for the unknown.

The red dragon in the sky roared, which was the hatred and anger of its master. His closest comrades fell down and he did not send him the last journey. The brothers who had been many years turned into ashes, and he could not take a last look. The war was ruthless and the brothers were priceless. Paul only regretted that he had become powerful enough to defeat all the enemies that should be defeated.

"Don't be too sad, anyone will die, and no one can escape this flame. But after death, does anyone remember us, does anyone understand why we died and why we live."

Wang Xiaofeng was filled with words, and he suddenly became confused and his mind was blank. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he couldn't figure out what he was going to do, but he was just confused there.

"Sir, Sir..."

Lyle's shouts revolved around Wang Xiaofeng's ears, and Wang Xiaofeng ignored them and just stood there in a daze.

The old librarian reached out to stop Lyle's shouting, allowing the knights, warriors and priests around him to gradually dissipate and return to a position where they needed to continue fighting. The old man stood in front of Wang Xiaofeng, causing the surrounding air to fall into a little stagnation and silence, and no one disturbed the young man standing alone again.

What was he thinking? Or just being stunned. But when he was awakened by the tragic killing shouts, he could see the open fire and the sky was already gloomy. The battle at night became more and more tragic.

"You wake up, go to fight." The old man waved his hand, and the breeze blew across Wang Xiaofeng's body, allowing him to wake up completely in the haze.

"Yes." Wang Xiaofeng nodded, summoned his mount in a ball of holy light, and turned over and rushed towards the place where the firelight gathered. The battle was just beginning, and the strength of the Blade Beast had experienced the baptism of the darkest time and increased a little. Fortunately, Lyle was restored by the old man and could still use the legion gain to withstand the attack ahead.

It's just casualties, inevitably, expanding.

"Where are the reinforcements recently?" Wang Xiaofeng kept throwing out magic and found an elder of Light who came with him in the defense line. The old man with severe magic loss was a little tired, but he was still able to keep going.

"Sir, the fastest legion will arrive at midnight, and we can hold on until that time."

"We can't let these soldiers die and suffer too many injuries," a comrade was worried about at this time. "Let that legion run with all its strength, and I just want their walls of people."

"Yes!" The elder simply responded, then withdrew from the battle formation and began to prepare for long-range contact. Wang Xiaofeng struggled a little, but in the end he called Dai Liannu, asking her to bring the main portal here as quickly as possible and dispatch some orc warriors to support her.

Wang Xiaofeng's struggle was because of the current situation of the orcs. At this time, the dispatch of some combat power may affect various plans formulated in advance. Letting the orcs move is not just about stepping into this portal and appearing in another portal. The wounded in the battle need to be sent back to the castle for cultivation, and the castle land must leave enough defensive power to prevent the orcs and elves from doing everything.

Most of the Legions in the Holy See are deterrents. If the orcs are determined to start a war against the orcs, the Holy See will not allow its own power to be consumed in this civil war. The confrontation between the orcs and the elves is just because of the deterrence of the strength of the orcs and the blood elves.

It’s not a time to worry about anything at this time. The 200,000 combat power is actually not too much for the orcs, and just let Dai Liannu come and return.

Dai Liannu came quickly, but in just five minutes, she appeared in front of Wang Xiaofeng with her spiritual pupils. A comrade took the ring she handed over, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out the portal given to him by the space magician. Teams of mighty orcs stepped out of the light gate.

"Fight, guard the land under your feet, the destruction of hell cannot enter our future home."

The old librarian looked at Wang Xiaofeng deeply, or read out other meanings in his just shouting, but Wang Xiaofeng swears to the sky that he just wanted to make the orc warriors have a fighting spirit.

Werewolf, wild boar man, tiger, lion and leopard...the cruel appearance and strong body are also the reasons why these orcs are disgusted with hostility by other races. However, the combat power of the orcs cannot be ignored. The 200,000 new forces quickly took over the defense line of the Golden Wing Legion and stopped the surging blade beast.

"His Highness Dai Liannu," the old librarian owed to Dai Liannu, with a little emotion in his words, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still like this."

"It's just a curse of darkness," Dai Liannu seemed to know the old man, or the seniority was higher. This made a comrade feel a little wrong. After all, he was singing every day at an age... I can't think about this, just think of this beauty forever, not like a mortal. "Tus, you are gradually aging, I'm afraid there are not many..."

"Dai Liannu!" Wang Xiaofeng stopped Dai Liannu's words, took the spiritual pupils and put them in front of the old man. "Don't be rude to the old man, he is my elder."

Dai Liannu chuckled and bowed to the old man in a decent manner, "Elder."

"Your Highness was the saint of the Holy See, and was still before me." Old Tus was so amused that he could only let him go and said, "The battle here is a bit dangerous. The hidden guys inside may pose some threat to you. Go back first. Control the power on you."

"Be careful, I just felt that the Holy See's legion was almost here." Dai Liannu glanced at Wang Xiaofeng, then opened a black hole, and returned to the castle that needed her to guard.

"Leave it to me." Old Tuss picked up Lingtong, and a cloud of milky white light overflowed on the old man's body, wrapping the little girl who was sleeping again. "She is a little tired. She can get back to normal after a rest. Don't let her be too stimulated. Whether it is Lingtong or Kemier, their souls themselves are very fragile."

"Are they two?"

“It’s one now.”

Wang Xiaofeng breathed a little relieved, let go of one's worries, nodded to the old man, turned around and threw himself into the fierce battle. Compared to the Golden Wing Legion, the orcs needed his guidance more.

After he left, the old man's face became more and more serious, letting the spiritual pupils float in front of him, and he slowly closed his turbid old eyes. "The soul is repelling, it seems that there is some conflict... Are you two willing to share the same body again?"

Endless battles, endless skeletons, and seemingly endless number of blade beasts.

Any warrior who has been here will not be able to adapt to the ordinary life without horns or killing calls for a long time. Such a battle will make them remember deeply and leave a clear mark in their hearts.

Wang Xiaofeng had also used to swipe skeletons here alone, but today's target of fighting was replaced by a blade beast with extraordinary strength and combat power. He didn't have the courage to verify that the cloth armor on his body could withstand the damage of the knife limbs several times.

The continuous rise in experience grooves did not make Wang Xiaofeng feel much joy, but it made him feel a little motivation to struggle. For some reason, after being stunned just now, Wang Xiaofeng felt a little tired. The blood around him numbed him, and the shouts around him would no longer let him pay attention.

Is the passing of life really a sublimation of the soul?

A comrade said that his intelligence was not enough, and he couldn't quite understand this philosophical question. If living by just being alone is also a virtue, then a comrade now wants to carry forward this virtue.
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