The days when real wine kidnapped the model worker in the winery

In the city of the sky, the gods felt that the reversal of Cupid's neck bone being crushed by the son of the elf was particularly interesting, and released a merciless mockery at Cupid who came back in a mess.

"God of Love, your death is really ugly!" The God of Thunder laughed loudly. This scene was really interesting beyond his expectation!

The God of Life smiled gently, but deep in his brows and eyes was the excitement of being pleased.

"However, although Cupid is useless, the son of the elf has the guts to kill Cupid's puppet body, how presumptuous it is!"

"The god of love is weak, but it's really interesting that the son of the elf can resist the divine power of love."

"I knew I shouldn't have killed that puppet so early, otherwise it would be more interesting now." A god accused the God of Thunder.

"Even so, the son of the elf still offended the gods. After our game is over, it is better to imprison the son of the elf in the purgatory of death for thousands of years as punishment."

The gods looked at the god of death with a tired face, and asked his opinion.

The god of death has always been indifferent and not talkative, and their feasts of pleasure also come and go from time to time, but it is impossible for the gods to ignore the existence of the god of death.

He likes the beauty of death and the excitement brought about by battle. His scarlet pupils show his unique sense of existence, as if hiding endless ferocious blood.In the past, when the son of the elf was not born, the god of death was active in various places on the continent, and would even suppress his divine power to fight to the death one after another. The dragons would hide from this lunatic, and even the gods were not spared .

He also built a purgatory underground in the mainland, which is full of undead creatures such as undead skeletons. This purgatory is a place recognized by the gods as absolutely impossible.

Since the birth of the son of the elves, the god of death has also stopped fighting on the mainland, and has been patiently watching a show on the city of the sky. If it was in the past, the god of death would have left impatiently.

The God King also spoke at this time, his red-gold eyes were like another pair of suns in this world, dazzling and dazzling: "God of Death, what do you think?"

The Grim Reaper's eyes didn't fluctuate much, just staring at the son of the elf sinking in the glacier.

"random."

The king of gods squinted his eyes slightly to observe the expression of the god of death, but found no special changes. He gave up and continued to look at the god of death, and made the judgment of the gods on the son of the elf who offended the gods: "In this case, after the son of the elf returns, Into the underground purgatory, imprisoned for 5000 years, as a punishment."

"Eros, it's time for you to continue your mission."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the Kingdom of Turance, King Tusser and the paladins on the second day of their wedding received a panic report from their attendants that Arras had disappeared.

The two went to Arras's house to look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.Alas will not leave without reason, no matter what, he will send someone to tell them. Now that he suddenly disappears, something unexpected must have happened!

They sent people to search in the capital to investigate if anyone else had been to Arras's house, but they did not find anyone, and they did not investigate anyone else, and that Apu also disappeared at the same time.

This made them have to suspect that the disappearance of Alas had something to do with Apu.

They investigated Apu's identity in detail before, and there was indeed nothing to doubt. Now it seems that Apu's identity may not be simple.

A week later, when Tapani and Dridan were worried, the attendant happily reported that Arras had returned.

Tapani and Dridan personally went to see Arras at his home, but they saw him sitting on the ground in a slump, cold and dead, with a half-drunk jar of sake in his hand, half of his side was illuminated by the light outside the house. His face and eyes are half closed.

"Alas, you..." Worried words were swallowed in their throats, and a bad feeling came to their hearts.

The young man stood up, his originally clear voice became hoarse, as if he was entwined with all kinds of thoughts: "I'll come and say goodbye to you."

"Aras, what happened? Why did you—" Tapani asked in a deep voice. If he encountered any difficulties, they could help him solve them. Even if he and Dridan couldn't solve them, they could think together Method.

But the youth interrupted him.

"I'm not Alasdair."

"The gods have blurred your eyes, but now you should recognize me."

It was only then that Tapani realized that the knight uniform on Arras had turned into a black robe with golden dark patterns dotted on it, long black hair, clear green eyes, and dead nothingness.

"nightmare."

Tapani and Derridan stared at him blankly.

According to rumors, Nightmare was born in the doomsday battlefield of the last Faith War, covered in bloody killings. Wherever he went, death and fear followed.

Nightmare has not appeared on the mainland for a long time, and they all began to wonder if Nightmare is dead.

This is what they expected, but everyone knows that the agent of the gods is an undead nightmare.

Tapani's fingertips trembled slightly, and Derridan closed his eyes with difficulty.

"So, you lied to us about everything before?"

"Yes, you'd better hate me." With a cold face, the young man strode out of the dormitory, and his footsteps paused slightly when the door was backlit, "Next time we meet, we will be enemies. Not for long."

Dridan held Tapani's hand tightly, and the King of One Country looked at the figure of Nightmare's betrayal, but only saw sadness.

Not long after, the lord of the neighboring country who believed in gods offered the whole country to Nightmare, and Nightmare took away the rights of the neighboring country's army and launched a war against the Turanther Kingdom for several years.

This war is not an ordinary war where the interests of the land are competing. The inevitable war has no solution. After six years, King Tusser once again put on his armor and went into battle, but he didn't know why he was fighting.

Ridiculous wars, ridiculous gods.

Ridiculous nightmare, ridiculous him.

The war became more and more protracted, costing people and money. King Tusser understood that it could not go on any longer. He looked at the children just born in the cradle and the people with worried faces, and finally made up his mind to send a message to the nightmare that the country should survive and live. A fight for the price.

A battle between king and nightmare decides the fate of two countries.

The king came with a sword, and the nightmare held the sword of judgment bestowed by God, and fought a decisive battle on the deserted grassland.

After all, King Tusser was unable to defeat Nightmare. His king sword was broken in two, and his blue eyes were helpless. The young man withdrew his sword, not wanting to kill him.

However, the king raised the broken sword at the moment when the young man turned around, and sent out the final blow with all his strength!

The young man subconsciously blocked it with his hands, and the broken sword broke the knuckles of his little finger through the scabbard of the sword of judgment, and the king was repelled by the remaining force of the scabbard.

The young man looked at Wang quietly.

Wang showed a bitter but firm expression, because he had the belief to protect, he became as sharp as a sword.

"Behind me are my people. I cannot abandon them. Even if I lose everything, I am willing."

"My mission is to protect them. Even if I violate the demeanor that a king should have and do something like a villain, I will die in battle!"

However, the king did not continue to fight the nightmare with all his strength. People from both sides came to report, and the neighboring country led a large army to invade the Kingdom of Turanse, and the Kingdom of Turanse could no longer support it.

The fight was forced to stop.

"Who told you to attack Turanse suddenly!" the young man asked Wang Xingshi from the neighboring country.

"Because this is God's order." Eros came out from behind the lord of the neighboring country yawning, his body was full of ambiguous red marks, the lord of the neighboring country looked at him obsessively, "Tulanse is already a dead country. fate."

"Little Nightmare, you can't participate in the subsequent war, otherwise the soul you want to come back will be wiped out."

When the young man came out of the extreme northern glacier, Venus appeared beside him again, with a seductive voice like a succubus leading people to hell: "I tell you good news, you miss the soul of that puppet, but it is still there. Woolen cloth."

"It is very painful for a fragile soul to suffer from thunder every day."

"If you want to get back that fragile soul, why don't you create the fate of Turance's destruction with your own hands, Alasdair, the protector of mankind, you are the protector of mankind!" Venus smiled gloatingly.

Thinking of this, the young man froze. He took a deep look at Cupid who was sitting lazily, and left the palace.

A few days later, he received another message from Dridan that she wanted to meet him in the evening.

The young man went, but it was Tapani and Dridan who came, holding a child in their arms.

"Aras, we want to entrust the child to you." Derridan said.

"Is this your child?"

"Yes, his name is Hipper. These days we have sent people to send all the children away, as far away as possible. We have no way out, but we don't want the children to die with us. Maybe only you can protect him , This is also our selfishness."

"We know your situation. If you can't raise him, then help us find someone to adopt him."

The young man took the child, and when Tapani and Dridan left, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Tapani didn't look back. He shook his head and said, "Aras, we didn't blame you. It's just that we are in a whirlpool, we can't escape, and we can't turn back."

"We really hope that you will be free."

The child in the young man's arms sucked his finger with flaxen round eyes open, the young man took the baby's hand out of his mouth, but the child's tender little hand grabbed his finger again, it was a broken little finger.

The next day, the flames of war raged.

King Tuther died in battle with his paladins, and returned to dust with their due glory, their land and their people.

And the young people know that after the passage of time, no one will remember Tapani and Dridan, their land, let alone their people.

Perhaps, the only one who can remember all this is him.

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感谢在2022-07-1021:38:52~2022-07-1118:11:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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