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Blood, killing and death are thick as fog, always with me!

In the wasteland, the vast plains, thousands of troops were fighting. At dusk, the battlefield, the horses neighed, the strong warriors roared and roared, and the fight against death continued. Zhu Peng wanted to become the guardian elves, but the position of the great elf king was far from enough. There were more than twenty elf kings in the history of the Eastern elves, but in the end, only the first elf king, Corilon Larisin, successfully ascended the guardian elves.

With the turbulent years and the catastrophe of the Saint continued, a bloody battle of hundreds of races was staged on the entire Feren continent. It was not because of the intention, but because it was not to release enough blood from the other party, it would be difficult for one's own race to survive and become a slave.

Like the almost completely destroyed dwarf god system, under the leadership of the "Gnome War God" Garize Iron Hand, almost fighting to the death with the power of the clan, because Garize Iron Hand, he would not have any other solution. The entire divine system of our tribe was destroyed, so only by destroying your divine system can the power of both sides be equal again.

Dwarfs fight with dwarves, humans fight with orcs, orcs fight with elves, elves fight with humans, the entire Feren continent completely transformed into a huge flesh-and-blood grinder, and countless heroes grow in it. From another perspective, this is actually a rare baptism.

After the cosmic storm, the new generation of gods will be more energetic. If they can lead the world of gods to successfully defend in front of the fleet of the wizard world, these vibrant new gods may lead the entire world to a better and more prosperous direction.

On the battlefield where arrows were flying and corpses were everywhere, Zhu Peng jumped into the horse with a long spear and rushed forward, and rushed for a long distance. He had been fighting for three days and three nights. The soldiers of other personal guards could take turns to rest, but Zhu Peng always stood on the front line of the battlefield with his reins.

As long as he is still on the battlefield, the morale of the elf warrior continues to be increased by one, which comes from two powerful legendary specialties: legendary charm, and the power of command!

Over the past few decades, the Elf God System and the Orc God System have also suffered heavy losses. The Elf God System has died seven gods, and there is also a "Elf God of Bow and Arrow" Soronor Shanlan Derui has disappeared. The Orc God System has lost five gods, which seems to be less than the Elf God System, but there are only six gods in total. After five deaths, only the main god Gnus is still alive. What is more interesting is that the orc's secret attack god Shagsi and the orc's god of death Yizhuosi, these two guys died together after fighting each other. The hostility within the same god system has reached this level, which is probably unique in the entire holy catastrophe period.

However, the elves and orcs also lose the protection of the gods, but in comparison, the orc tribes on earth actually take advantage of it, because the orcs (6 digits) are not as powerful as the elves’ gods (12 digits). Now both sides lose the support of the gods behind them at the same time, of course, the orcs have gained relative advantages.

These strong and vicious guys are no longer satisfied with being trapped in the barren land. They choose to use the stone axes and spears in their hands to win the land in the sun for the tribe's plow.

This kind of thing doesn’t matter whether it is right or wrong. When you are barren, you only need the land under the sun. When you own the land under the sun, you will want the beauty of humans and the elf race. When you own the beauty of humans and the elf race, you will want something else... Different races are just fighting for survival. Right and wrong. Later generations say, today you and I just need to kill you to the death!

Zhu Peng rode on a snatched rushing war horse, and rushed to the battlefield where each other was fighting in blood. At this time, what he was holding was not the artifact "Sword of Kings" but a newly captured magic gun "Gay Berga". The legendary cursed magic gun was made of the skull of a giant double-headed sea monster. Its huge power will even have a negative impact on the person who uses it.

The gun is the king of all soldiers on the Cold War. Guy Berga is just a legendary gun, but the killing efficiency of driving it to charge at the horse is even better than Zhu Peng's use of the King's Sword.

Guy Berga has two heads in front and back. If you can't control this heavy magic gun well, you will be stabbed by the other end of the spear in the moment you charge. This is also the origin of the curse of this magic gun. However, Zhu Peng doesn't care. There is a two-headed spear technique in ancient Chinese weapons. There is a two-headed spear in the Bagua Sect. Dong Ping, a two-headed spear among the 100-8 generals in Water Margin, is also a good player to use a two-headed spear.

Zhu Peng has been practicing the eighteen weapons and hundreds of martial arts since he was a child, and he also involved in the use of the two-headed spear of the gossip. At this moment, he used the body of a half-dragon and the body of a human immortal, and his killing efficiency on the battlefield was terrifyingly high.

Not only orcs and elves, but dwarves and humans appear from time to time on the chaotic battlefield. Only dead orcs are good orcs, which is probably one of the few consensuses among the three tribes.

Of course, everything is directed by interests. If the interests are sufficient, then there is nothing strange about the most elegant elves and the vulgar orcs standing together in the offensive and defensive alliance.

"For the glory of orcs!"

A big orc man in black armor was already injured suddenly stood up, and he faced the elf king who was killing wantonly. He held the horse-slaying sword in his hand and swept it with all his strength as if he had completed a home run. The huge horse head soared into the sky with blood mist, and Zhu Peng fell down and rolled to relieve his strength...

"Elf King, you are already very tired! If you kill you, your troops will be defeated." The strong legendary orc hit his chest with his left fist, burning the last potential of his life. It was originally an orc general, and even came here with the belief that he would die.

"Can you fight with me to this point!" The opponent's heavy sword came, and Zhu Peng rushed forward and held his gun to block it before he completely cut out his strength, forcibly blocking it.

"You can already be proud of...but we are different, native!"

"What?"

The response to the other party was a handsome elf sneering sneering. The next moment, Zhu Peng swung the opponent's horse-slaying sword like leverage and threw the gun while swaying his hands. An orc warrior who was about to touch was pierced through his chest by a magic gun that suddenly flew over and died instantly.

The next moment, Zhu Peng slashed with a sword-drawing posture. Compared to Guyber, a single/two-handed sword like the King's Sword is more suitable for a master to fight alone.

Unlike the hedge between the large army that often had tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people in ancient China, the scale of the battle in the Feren continent was relatively smaller, and coupled with the infinite increase in personal force, the main general not only had extremely high combat effectiveness, but also the main general's combat performance even determines the direction of the war and the morale of the enemy and our army.

The orc's master is a legendary sword saint. He has the strength to kill Zhu Peng with one sword and his cultivation is no longer weak. Of course, he also bullied Zhu Peng and had fought hard in the Desperate Plain for three days and nights. He was in poor condition before he successfully attacked. However, he also had the injuries left by the fighting. Strictly speaking, the gambling of the sword just now was very meaningful.

Zhu Peng is an elf. He is trying to take the initiative with a flexible step to switch angles. The orc master is already injured and a heavy armored swordsman. He fights and retreats. However, his slightly narrowed pupils are filled with a keen and fierce beast-like hunting. The long swords of both sides are about to part with one touch. The orc master only feels that the sword he cut out is like encountering a whirlpool in the sea, and may be swept open at any time and expose the empty door. Therefore, it has to retreat and return to exchange for space and time to defend the sword.

However, in this process, Zhu Peng consumed more physical energy, constantly changing footwork, constantly looking for new impact angles, and fighting on the front line on the battlefield for three days and three nights, even the dragon should feel tired.

Finally, the orc master seemed to step on the corpse while retreating, and his figure was a little unstable. At this moment, Zhu Peng caught an opportunity and rushed forward. The orc master rushed out of a sword that was not strong enough, but was swept away by Zhu Peng's sword. The heavy horse-slashing sword was far away. However, at this moment when he should have been desperate, a sneer appeared on the corner of the orc's mouth.

(If you succeed, the winner is at this moment!) A sharp dagger fell into his hand, and the orc master did not hold the horse-slashing sword tightly. When the elf king swept away his sword with the strange vortex sword technique, there would be a moment of gap when he returned to the sword and counterattack. The orc master planned to use the dagger to complete the life-trial counterattack with the dagger.

However, when it raised its head and swung its dagger, it felt a heat in its chest... Two ancient dark red short swords tear apart the armor and stabbed it in front of its chest.

"One of the three major illusions in life: I can fight back! But the problem is that I have seen this kind of fighting style of yours many times." Sweat flowed on his cheeks, and Zhu Peng gasped and also made the other party understand. The orcs are indeed the Ferren clans who have relatively rich combat experience and are good at defeating the strong with the weak, but it is not worth mentioning that they have rich combat experience in front of Zhu Peng, and it is not even better to defeat the strong with the weak.

After Zhu Peng waved his sword to cut off the head of the orc sword saint, the crazy orc finally collapsed and retreated. The elves and half-elves on the battlefield roared and shouted: "My king Sodo!"

The Great Elf King is indeed not a position suitable for appearing in a world with gods, but when the stars fall, they can indeed regain morale. At this moment, Zhu Peng deeply understood the significance of Angeris presided over the throne ceremony for him.

In this silent dark century, in the century, the elves need a powerful king!

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"My Lord Corilon-Larrisin!"

"You are the king of war, you are the lord of hosts, you are the blesser of the elves!"

"Your humble believer Becharli Nosardik prays for your response!...Pray that you give divine art to help the elves' race!... Orcs, humans, Dark Drow and they form a coalition of troops attacking our city!... Without divine art...we suffer heavy losses!"

"Great Lord!"

"Your humble believer prays for you to help us!... The blood of the elves is being slaughtered, you are the elves' blessing!"

"My Lord Corilon Larisin! Woo, Lord Corilon Larisin... Please mercy on your blood seed." The prayer gradually turned into tears. In the solemn temple, an elf in a white robe knelt in front of the statue of the god who had lost his holy brilliance and cried bitterly.

In the medieval world, the speed of message transmission is very slow. Even if the news comes as the sacred glory fades, for the loyal believers, if you dare to "insult" their gods, they also have the urge to dig a hole and bury you directly.

If you do not have a sufficiently firm and persistent faith, it is difficult to become a high-level pastor. However, sometimes, this faith will indeed become a fog that covers your eyes.

"Charlie, why are you still here? The front line needs warriors, and the orcs charge again. All adult men have to take up their weapons to fight on the front line." A man in armor walked into the temple hall, his low and hoarse voice echoed in the room.

The white-robed elf who was kneeling on the ground and praying ignored him. Be careful of everything when praying. This is the principle that the pastor should engrave in his bones.

"His Majesty Larisin is dead, and even if you kneel down and die here, there is no use." As he said that, the man in armor walked towards the statue, and the next moment he waved the one-handed hammer in his hand to smash the stone statue of "Elf Patron Larisin" Corilon Larisin to pieces.

"...What are you doing!?" There was no movement, but Charlie Nosardik, who was kneeling there and praying silently, got up like crazy at this moment. He rushed towards the man with a armored man, with his hideous eyes and a terrifying expression as if he wanted to eat people.

"A very good expression, but isn't it better to deal with orcs, humans, and Zoer?" As he said, the man in armor pushed his face and showed a very old cheek.

"Charlie, I am your baptist, your chief priest, your senior, I serve His Majesty all my life, and my respect for him is no less than yours... But His Majesty Larisin carries the will of guarding the elf, open your eyes and look at the women and children crowded in the temple. We are pastors. Your Majesty is dead, can you protect women and children and protect the weak, and have you lost the faith of you?"

"The reason why gods are gods is their will, not these stone-sculpted and iron-sculpted things." With the roar of his teacher, Charlie turned around in a daze and saw the women and children supported outside the church. If the city falls, if they fall into the hands of orcs, humans or Zoer, they will die immediately, which is probably the easiest end.

"I still remember when you were a child, asking me why the priest wanted to learn combat skills. I told you at that time that it was to protect His Majesty's glory at the last moment... Now that time has come, put on your armor, pick up your mace, and fight for His Majesty Larisin's last will!"

Some of the cities that were fighting fiercely have even fallen. The elves and half-elves had to engage in more tragic and difficult street battles with the enemies rushing into the city. Unlike the battles in the era of cold weapons on Earth, even the Han people had a lower humanitarian limit to the Huns than the wheels that did not kill. However, in the battles of hundreds of tribes in the Feren continent, worthless babies and young children would be stabbed on spears or used as military rations. If adult men and women were not killed, they would never be because of kindness, but because of value.

Without the advantage of defending the city, it is even more difficult for elves to deal with strong orcs, numerous humans, and the Drow warriors with superb martial arts.

However, whenever the front collapses, there will be elf priests wearing heavy armor and holding maces, and they will be better equipped and firm in their will. Even if the arm is chopped off by the Drow Warrior, they will slap their thighs to create opportunities for their companions. It is precisely because of these priests who inherit and protect their will that the defense line in the street fighting area has never collapsed. Of course, this is also because after the city was broken, the three forces began to suspicion of each other and were unwilling to pay more casualties.

Faced with a temporary stalemate, some vicious humans came up with a wrong move. They captured some half-elves. The elf girl was insulted in front of the defensive elves. Her bright white body was played with and rubbed like a toy. The girls' cries only stimulated the tyrannical madness of the demons around her.

Because of this despicable tactic, a group of half-elves in defense, the elves warriors rushed out with blood and were instantly torn apart by weapons coming from around them. They could not even defend the battle to defend the city, and the street fighting was just a stalemate. Of course, they could not beat it when rushing out. This was not a battle result that could be changed by relying on the courage of qi and blood.

"Beautiful women should be held in their arms and pity. Ugly orcs should be driven to the wasteland to suffer. Disgusting humans should be killed... Anyway, these guys are like weeds. After one piece is cut off, another piece will grow wildly." Accompanied by the whispering sounds that almost covered half of the city, the human soldiers who were humiliating the elf girl were cut in rows by a wind blade, and the blood fountain spewed out in an instant. The next moment, their robes were torn apart and covered the red ** children in the center.

It’s not that he is too immersed in the play, and he really treats himself as an elf. Zhu Peng’s original deity is human after all, but humans are divided into different planes. After being educated in the universal moral concept of the 21st century for a long time, Zhu Peng has no objection to fighting and killing. However, the insulting unarmed women and children of warriors made him feel that the other party has lost the most basic sense of honor of the warrior. Perhaps this kind of psychology is a kind of moral cleanliness disease in this era, but it is quite in line with Zhu Peng’s identity as the elf king at this time.

The sword energy lingered around him roared, tearing the surrounding enemies apart like a tornado. At this moment, Zhu Peng was not in another battlefield. He is now full of energy. For the lower-level warriors of the middle and lower levels, he was just controlling the magic sword energy around him, and he was slaughtering one-sidedly.

The power of the eastern elves in the Feren continent uses the Holy Land Forest as the core to radiate to the surroundings, so there are also some elves and half-elves living in cities and villages. During this period, Zhu Peng has led the elves cavalry team to fight south and north, guarding the city and protecting the civilians to move. Half a month ago, humans joined forces to snipe the orc army on a plain. After a little rest, they rushed to help here. Zhu Peng, who had already recovered halfway through the journey, took the lead and came to this city called "Mochas".

Holding a sword in his right hand and a sword sheath in his left hand, his body was running through the sword energy, and soon a large area of ​​blood was overflowing under his feet. Zhu Peng almost trampled on the corpse to rescue one elves stronghold after another. This place was not like the Despair Plain. The orc elite gathered and almost reached a scale of 100,000 people. It also had street fighting with complex terrain. From the beginning to the collapse of the morale of the enemy coalition forces, Zhu Peng almost didn't feel much pressure.

The left hand holding the scabbard pushed forward, and a row of more than 20 orc axe shield warriors were almost blown away. Humans had begun to defeat, and the drow elves were also shrinking. The only orcs were still maintaining their fighting spirit. The simple mind sometimes won unexpected victory for them, but sometimes it would cause them to suffer many unnecessary casualties.

"With this kind of protection, are there any important figures inside?" The blue sword energy vortex with the King's Sword as the core contracted slightly, and Zhu Peng walked into the church building with great strides.

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The dilapidated door of the deep cathedral was blown away by Zhu Peng with his hand. Although the Elf King is not an exclusive advanced profession for the Sword Saint, the natural field has a high degree of matching the sword energy, and it is even quite consistent with Zhu Peng's water-wood pill attribute. After his success, Zhu Peng also feels a sense of ethereal even when he is in the battlefield. This phenomenon of immortalization was mistaken for the personal style of the Elf King Soduo... This kind of understanding is not wrong, because the entire Feren continent may only have Zhu Peng's example of successfully pilling pills in history and even in the future.

After the invasion and occupation of the wizard world, the old page will be turned away, and history will open a new era.

Deep in the cathedral, a slim woman was looking up at the tall statue of the god. After hearing the sound behind her, she turned slightly, revealing a beautiful cheek with distinctive drown elf characteristics.

"In the battle of the Wasteland Plain, Lord Wusheng Sword King killed 100,000 orcs and drove 37 tribes back to the wilderness. Haven't your killing spirit been calmed down? The earth's species remain: Zhu Peng!" When he said this, a strange light shot out from the elf's pupils, and his spiritual power was activated, rushing Zhu Peng's mind like a giant hammer in siege.

At the same time, on both sides of Zhu Peng, there was a gray-robed man holding a spiral bone spear, and a human warrior holding a sword attacked him at the same time. Many spells were covered by the body of the elves at the same time, surrounded by magic arrays, and many of the techniques did not even belong to Feilun.

Although the magic array traps can only bind the elf king in the demigod level for a moment, it is enough. The bone spear of the gray robe and the long sword of the human warrior slashed on Zhu Peng's body almost at the same time. At the moment when the smile on the Drow's elf witch's face bloomed, Zhu Peng's body suddenly shattered and turned into a halo of mixed colors.

And the next moment, Zhu Peng's true body just walked into the entrance of the cathedral.

The ability of the natural domain makes Zhu Peng highly compatible with the surrounding nature, the perception of attribute amplitude doubles, and the magic resistance is increased, but it is perceptual interference to other people. Therefore, Zhu Peng used his sword energy to blast the door open. Before the person entered, he even made the three people inside have a cognitive illusion, and rashly launched a joint force attack that had been accumulated for a long time, but hit the phantom of the air.

As if it was slow and fast, he came to the gray-robed man and the human warriors with a string of phantoms, swung his sword and slashed it diagonally. The two of them were smashed and thrown away like they were hit by a shell. Various defensive magic arrays and force fields all over their bodies shattered, and even the human warrior was embedded in the wall, wounded and vomited blood.

The drow elf was already bullied in front of her. Zhu Peng instantly pressed her hand on her throat, and swung her arm to hit the wooden cabinet in front of the statue. The drow elf only felt that half of his bones were instantly broken, but the n many defensive spells and life-saving equipment on her body were suppressed by the domain power, and none of them were stimulated.

The bright sword edge of the King's Sword pressed against the female elf's left eye. The spy shadow witch Dora panted and looked at Zhu Peng's eyes, and found that the man's eyes were really filled with the interest of trying to stab!

"...Ahem, Your Highness Wusheng's martial arts and combat power is indeed not comparable to those of us. The spy shadow wizard Akali Dora admires."

"I know that the elves of the Feren continent are protected by me, but you dare to form a coalition force to fight. This really embarrasses me... Do you know how miserable the person who didn't give me face last time died?" With the words, the bright and sharp sword tip of the King's Sword slowly pressed down and stabbed into Dora's left eye. Blood spread and flowed, but the wizard Drow didn't dare to move.

"Wusheng, don't forget our mission. During this period, you have rescued the elves and gods everywhere. The superiors are already very dissatisfied with you. Now they are hurting their colleagues. Are you really planning to betray His Majesty the Supreme?" The human warrior covered his chest and vomited blood and buckled the hat. As a result, he looked up and saw Zhu Peng slamming his hand and smashing a sword energy. He rolled to one side and dodged, and blasted. Looking at the wall that was directly pierced, the shadow of the arrival of spy knew that he had almost died just now.

"How can I do things? You guys are not sure if I'm not satisfied with me? After returning to the witch world, I will ask myself who is not satisfied with me." When he said this, Zhu Peng drew his sword, and an eyeball was stuck on the tip of the sword. The next moment he raised his foot and kicked Akali Dora into the stone wall.

"As for you three, each of them will leave me a magical artifact or five legendary equipment, otherwise you will die here. Welcome to continue to fight the elves next time, and you will continue to say hello in this way next time... I have been tired of killing the natives of Feiren recently, and I miss the pleasure of killing the five hundred spy shadows back then." The whispered, but made the other three people present shudder, knowing that the Wusheng Sword King is terrifying, but only after I have really come into contact with it can I know how terrifying this man is.

Twenty minutes later, Zhu Peng walked out of the cathedral with the harvest of this trip. He only harvested one artifact or was an auxiliary type. The other two gave a total of ten pieces of equipment and news of the same value as the legend.

The relationship between the wizard world is quite complicated, both cooperation and competition. The three of them join forces to find each other not to really point fingers at Zhu Peng's way of doing things, but to provide a plan to hunt powerful divine power... The initial siege and killing raid was only a special greeting. It is impossible for the Wusheng Sword King to stop such a level of attack. If it cannot be stopped, then death will be dead.
Chapter completed!