Beibei roams the magical starry world

The four-winged dark angel and the old Vanzhuo patriarch were lying on the grass outside the camp together, looking at the stars in the sky.

"What was your childhood like, High Priest?" Old Vanzhuo Patriarch asked after finishing telling his story.

The four-winged dark angel looked at the sky silently, his eyes getting deeper and deeper, as if he could see through the sky and look into the endless land of gods and demons.

After a long time, the four-winged dark angel sighed and said: "In ancient times, this sky was originally a whole, with abundant resources and products, and different ethnic groups living there. Everyone lived in peace and developed together. This period is called A period of common prosperity for all races.

At that time, there was a group among all races called the Spirit Race. They were spiritual beings without bodies, who could transform into various forms and were immortal. They are smart, kind and loyal, and are divided into two, four and six wings according to their potential.

After billions of years passed, there were more and more creatures of all races, and the resources of this world were consumed and wasted, causing the resources to begin to be scarce. This period was called the Lost Period of All Races in history.

More than two billion years have passed, and when everyone suddenly realized that resources could no longer feed all living creatures, all races began to plunder each other, until wars of genocide occurred between races. This period was also the darkest period in history, known as the catastrophe of all races. .

Some groups were exterminated, some were enslaved, and some went into hiding.

Over the next billion years, in order to deal with this crisis, various races formed alliances one after another. Two factions were formed in this world, one represented by gods and one represented by demons.

When the Eldar were faced with a choice, internal divisions arose, which led to conflict and division. Some of the Eldar took refuge in God and called themselves Holy Angels. Some of the Eldar turned to the devil and called themselves the Dark Angels.

In the following billions of years, due to the needs of the war, the two factions devoted their core resources to potential descendants of the ethnic group. Their combat power became stronger and stronger, and the fighting became more and more intense.

I am also a dark angel born in this era. Since I was born with four wings, I was raised strictly since I was a child and spent every day fighting.

Since the spirit race has no body and can transform into various forms, and has advantages such as immortality, intelligence, kindness, and loyalty, we have become the most trusted and outstanding subordinates of gods and demons, that is, servants.

More than a billion years have passed, and both gods and demons are getting tired of fighting. They negotiated and divided the world into a land of light and a land of darkness based on the light and darkness.

Gods and demons use their own magic power to refine the essence of this world, condensing a scepter and a dark holy sword. The one who obtains the scepter controls the land of light, and the one who obtains the dark holy sword controls the dark place.

In order to compete for the scepter of light and the holy sword of darkness, gods and demons began a final battle. In this battle, the high-end combat power of all ethnic groups appeared on the stage. Super-imperial combat power, emperor-level combat power and god-level combat power were engaged in a melee.

I was at the Holy level at that time, so I just watched and did last-minute hits occasionally. Hundreds of millions of years later, this piece of heaven and earth was shattered. Perhaps the resources of this piece of heaven and earth were exhausted, and the essence was refined by gods and demons. As a result, the sky full of stars you see was formed.

Finally, God obtained the scepter of light and took charge of the land of light, and all bright matter returned to God. The devil obtained the Holy Sword of Darkness and took charge of the dark place. All dark matter belonged to the devil.

And me! His body was also damaged in the last battle and fell in this area. After hundreds of millions of years of cultivation and recovery, his injuries were finally half recovered. "

When the four-winged dark angel said this, he sighed inwardly, "I am also a person pushed by history!"

Soon the two fell asleep on the grass. They slept deeply and soundly that night.

In the morning, the sun shone on their faces. When they opened their eyes, they found themselves sleeping on the grass. After being stunned for a moment, they laughed, "Good wine, good wine, really good wine!" The four-winged dark angel said and left. Returned to his tent.

"It is indeed a good wine." Old Vanzhuo Patriarch repeated this sentence before returning to his military tent.

When the werewolf king Varro saw the letter sent by the coalition of seven tribes in the cave, he laughed loudly and wrote with a big stroke of a pen under the letter of challenge: "Come and fight."

Then he threw the gauntlet to the vampire messenger. The messenger didn't dare to stay among the werewolves for too long. He picked up the gauntlet and hugged the werewolf king Varro, turned around and left.

"Wang Waruo, are you letting him go now?" Elder Lei asked.

"There's no need to make things difficult for a messenger, just let him go!" said Werewolf King Varro

In the next few days, the seven-race coalition was several miles away, using loudspeakers to curse the werewolf king as a coward and the werewolves as a group of cowards who were afraid of death.

"Wang Waruo, I can't stand it anymore. Let me go out and fight." Elder Lei rushed into Wang Waruo's cave angrily.

"As an elder, you can't stand being scolded by the enemy? This is the way to provoke generals. As an elder, you can't risk the lives of your tribe." Warro, the werewolf king, advised.

"But if they scold you like this, it will also affect the morale of our army!" Elder Lei Lei said reluctantly.

"Then get some loudspeakers and yell back! If they come close, shoot them." The werewolf king Varro said

"Okay! I'll go now." Elder Leiting left happily.

Werewolf King Varro smiled and shook his head, then frowned and looked at the map.

The back-and-forth scolding battle between the two sides has been going on for more than a month. At this moment, in the shogunate of the Central Army of the Seven Clans Allied Forces, the seven clan chiefs are also meeting to discuss the next plan.

"It's useless for us to fight like this! And if we can't attack for a long time, our daily consumption of supplies is also staggering!" said the old Gangluo chief.

"Yes! We can't fight again and again, and we can't attack again and again. What should we do next?" Old Bruch chief asked worriedly

"Let's go ask the high priest and see if there is any good solution." Patriarch Laomo Kawei suggested.

Soon, several people arrived at the military tent of the Four-Winged Dark Angel. After the soldiers went in to report, the Four-Winged Dark Angel and the Rakshasa Witch came out to greet the seven clan leaders.

After a few people exchanged pleasantries, the old Vanzhuo patriarch said: "Now that the werewolves are not fighting, and we may have difficulty in supplying supplies, does the high priest have any good ideas?"

The four-winged dark angel smiled and whispered: "You are like this..."

After hearing the four-winged dark angel's plan, the heads of the seven major families were overjoyed and all clasped their fists to say goodbye.

Soon after, news came out of the camp that food and grass were in short supply, and the soldiers had three meals a day instead of two.

The soldiers came to the Chinese shogunate to protest, and several clan leaders also quarreled with each other, accusing each other of not supplying supplies in time.

Patriarch Lao Fanzhuo had no choice but to come forward to comfort the patriarch and soldiers to endure for a few days. After a few days, the food and grass supply was solved.

A few days later, everyone still had two meals a day. The soldiers came to the Chinese shogunate to make a fuss again. The old chief Fanzhuo comforted everyone and promised that the food and grass would be available in a few days.

Ten days later, the food supply problem in the military camp became more and more serious. The soldiers could only have porridge for one of their two meals.

The angry soldiers once again came to the Chinese shogunate, and several leading soldiers even cursed the old Vanzhuo clan leader for not keeping his word.

In anger, Patriarch Lao Fanzhuo ordered his men to chop off the heads of several soldiers who took the lead in making trouble.

This made several clan leaders so angry that they started arguing with the old Vanzhuo clan leader. One of the clan leaders even drew his sword, but they were finally pulled away by a group of clan elders.

More than ten days later, a fast horse galloped into the military camp. It turned out to be a messenger sent by the Torredo family. The letter told the old Toredo chief that there was an insect infestation in the territory, and the clan members had reached the point of chewing tree bark. Follow-up military supplies No longer available.

After reading the letter, the old Turedo chief's face changed drastically. He rushed to the Chinese army shogunate and handed the letter to the old Vanzhuo chief. He said: "Our tribe is in great difficulty now. We can no longer provide food and grass supplies. And if we attack again, If we don’t leave the werewolves behind, our army must go back to provide disaster relief first.”

After a few words of helpless comfort, the old Patriarch Fanzhuo asked the old Patriarch Turedo to go down first and think about the countermeasures.

A few days later, the same situation happened in the territories of several other clan chiefs. Several people also came to the old Vanzhuo clan chief and claimed that they could not guarantee the supply of supplies and were anxious to go back for disaster relief.

Now the hearts of the entire coalition military camp are in a state of flux, and no one goes to the entrance of the Wild Wolf Valley to curse. The vampire soldiers drink porridge every day and stagger when walking, and they no longer have the energy to curse.