Black Scepter Chapter 35: After all, people must learn to love themselves (four thousand words)

>Chapter 35 is about learning to love yourself (4000 words)

Black Scepter Author: Dead wing Neltharion

[Update time]2012-09-0511:12:28[Word count]3961

Sunderland looked at the scorched black battlefield in front of him, his tired face even more old.

He raised his hands and wiped his sweat. He could not remember how many years he had not tried so hard to attack anything. Looking around, the other mages of the Windsor family were all pale, and the crystal silk energy was overdrawn. The pain caused them to have no good face.

Fortunately, the high-level swordsman used the battle shield and carried out the rotation operation from beginning to end. Only three people were seriously injured but none died. The corpses of the Warcraft around the entire team piled up into mountains. The taste is extremely weird, this inedible meat has a strange and disgusting taste, even smoked elves can not open their eyes.

"Check casualties."

Sunderland, who temporarily had command, gave orders to stop alert, which finally gave swordsmen and magicians a chance to rest. Several big swordsmen who had been standing in the front row even collapsed directly The magicians who usually keep a certain distance from any profession get up and condense a ball of water elements to quench the thirst for these warriors. The hand holding the wand is stretched out, and the swordsman holding the dagger is pulled up, even The same Windsor family guard, the gap between magicians and other professions will always exist, but after this battle, no one will mention and maintain that "hypocrisy".

The friendship that the war has tempered is always stronger than imagined.

Just as Sunderland walked in some staggering steps to the front of the captain who led the elves to resist Warcraft together, no one raised his short bow and aimed at the distinguished mage.

In the battle that lasted for almost three hours, this big Archmage blocked more than half of World of Warcraft with his own strength-what is the concept of "half"? The elves who have been familiar with these Warcraft for many years can roughly calculate that from the Morpheus bombarded the valley and disappeared, to the Warcraft rushing to the valley, the number of various types of Warcraft rushing out of the dark jungle exceeded 20,000. And half of them are at least 10,000 dark Warcraft.

Although the largest number of them are the locust-like Buggies and the number of vampire bats reaching three or four thousand, but if there are no two banned spells released by him at the last moment, it is estimated that no one can fight in this battle. Supported to the end.

"For the death of the elders, I express"

"They have returned to the arms of the goddess."

It is a male who leads the elves to fight back. He is even shorter than most tall female elves. He has a well-proportioned figure and a sharp bow in his hand. It is obviously a powerful "strong bow". Apologizing for Sunderland's embarrassment, the leader who came out temporarily accepted it naturally and expressed his attitude.

"Night Elves have suffered heavy losses. This may be another disaster in thousands of years. Too much loss for men will eventually lead to the demise of the entire ethnic group. We show respect to you and your team. Everything before may be The disaster that we inevitably have to face, all these reasons have no meaning to investigate, I think, how to make the night elves continue to live a stable life is the most important thing to come."

He is not tall, speaking on behalf of all elves with bows and arrows behind him, it seems that the prestige is not much worse than those of the elders, but Sunderland does not know that this humble elf has always been a ranger walking on the edge of the group. One-Even though he has superb skills, the highest hunting level and strength, he is always excluded from the elders and the power circle they represent.

All this stems from his "heroic deeds".

"Klenze Elvin, former captain of the Hope Village Hunting Squad."

The identity of the night elf Krenze who introduced himself is not noble, but he can’t hear any opposition from the other elves, which made Sunderland hesitant at the moment only had to practice a mage salute, saying: "Fighting side by side proves that we are not malicious. If there is a place that needs help, we will try our best."

"We are very grateful for the food donated before."

Krenze smiled. Although some young people were nervous and awkward when they were pushed to the stage for the first time, they already had some leadership qualities. "But I need to take the liberty to ask. What are you looking for?"

"It was originally looking for, but now it has become waiting."

Sunderland turned her head and looked at the dark mountain wall that had just violently fluctuated and eventually caused the collapse of the Warcraft group, and answered softly.

The tranquility of Sisselin City was broken by a sudden earthquake.

The shaking is not violent, but the civilians feel dizzy.

People who stopped and stood for a moment, then immediately started running away from buildings, away from all tall and potentially collapsed houses-the panic sentiment spread to the entire city in an instant, but civilians ran out of the city. The vibration suddenly stopped.

And, there are no more signs of vibration.

Sicelin, the magic laboratory.

Several terrified mages looked at each other. The shock just caused them in the high-rise tower to release several spells almost immediately to stabilize the building and protect their bodies from falling objects, but wait They had no time to understand the source of the shock, and a shocking wave of magic suddenly swept across the sky from their feet, and the momentum was shocking.

This has exceeded the so-called "forbidden curse" fluctuations. Even if it is more than fifty levels of magic, it will not let the magic fluctuations still have a considerable condensed state after crossing the ground-the elements are violent this time. During the fluctuations, the group was "pushed" outwards, and even the defensive circle of the castle inside Sisyrin appeared to be temporarily stagnate, and the experiment of the research in the laboratory failed on the spot!

It’s so obvious that this vision shows what strange things happened to the big consul who went underground with the big Archmage.

The laboratory leader hurried to the lord’s tower and walked all the way up without seeing the so-called “gate”, because Ashcandi’s place has been completely reorganized into an open-air platform, but it looks as wide as The cliff-like half-tower has become a unique "Lord's Office" in the entire continent after rectification-the circular space of more than 50 square meters has only a desk, a few huge bookshelves and chairs, and the south wall has not been completely The collapse still left four to five meters high ruins, while the other three directions are bare and can directly overlook the castle and the city.

The remaining walls brought a large shadow to the platform, and Ashcandy sitting in his armchair was sitting tightly and calmly.

"Report your laboratory results."

She opened her eyes slightly, her eyes lazy, concealing the sharp edge.

"The great consul, the difficulty of the second subject"

"Talk about the progress directly, I don't want to listen to nonsense."

I originally wanted to mention that the volatility of Archmage just didn’t dare to digress, and whispered: "The shield that blocks long-range attacks is best with a "smooth shield", but if you want to reach the level you say, At present, with the ability of several of us, the simple stacking has not yet reached the level of completely blocking thousands of long bows and arrows, and the three research directions have been changed, and none of them are ideal."

"Have you studied the direction of vacuum enchantment?"

Ashkandi looked away, looking at a small piece of black road that could be seen directly at the edge of the horizon: "There is something wrong with your research direction. Simply building an excellent shield to withstand the long arrows is not easy. Please, do you know the arrows used by the Longbowmen of the Hegel Army?"

"I don’t know, sir, we used the Byzantine standard short bow and arrows to increase power as a model for research"

The magician's voice trembled, and he lifted his hands and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"Do you think that a few data changes on the paper can really simulate actual combat? Why did the idiot who told me what card did get out of the tower?"

Ashkandi's words made the other person stunned.

"The arrow can only glide in the air and hit the target. If there is no air, it will fall directly to the ground, okay?"

The magician suddenly raised his head, his eyes squinted round, and just wanted to say something, but found that the occasion was wrong, he immediately bowed his head and agreed: "Thank you, the Archon, for your point!"

"I know you want to talk about the volatility just now, it has nothing to do with you, just do your own thing."

At the moment Ashcandi seemed to be a lot softer, so that the excited magician who found the research direction retreated without any psychological burden. When the other person's figure disappeared at the stairs, her expression suddenly cooled down.

The big change is like taking off a mask.

His eyes turned to the tower where Morpheus and his party entered. Ashcandi narrowed his eyes, then picked up several reports and sighed.

"You gave me a surprise, of course I have to give you the same surprise."

Erdos City victory, this does not make her happy, after Wenley was occupied by Hastings, the main force of the other party was less than thirty kilometers away from him, and he could even face the blue Sitherin, Pad Center-At this moment, Ashcandi's successful raid army has continued to go northwest from Erdos, more than a thousand cavalrymen are lightly put into battle, and the bloodless sword cut off the opponent with lightning speed Three supply lines and enough food for the follow-up infantry troops, but after the defeat of the Hegel army, the two northern troops approached the weakly attacking city of Pas, and now they guarded Pas. There are only more than 1,000 soldiers in the city, and even less than three hundred cavalry.

The nearly aristocratic cavalry squadrons who had returned from Westley to West Sellin and had supplied them had rushed north, but there was no infantry cover to follow, because the main city of West Sellin was at stake at the moment.

If the battlefield is like a chess board, then Ashcandi is still at a disadvantage at this moment. After the opponent lost more than 2,000 soldiers, his strength is still more than 10,000, of which 4,000 attacked the undefended Pas in the north, and another 6,000 at any time. The ability to attack Sisselin, who is underpowered, is about the same as the total strength, and the strength is severely insufficient. How to deal with this problem has become a priority for Ashcandi.

But as the absolute lord of the entire territory, Ashcandy, who holds all the power in his hands, still sneered and played her next card.

The final dogma.

Morpheus opened his eyes, and after the burning moire disappeared, he was once again given incredible power-the crystal silk energy in his mind once again changed drastically, but none of this can match him at this moment. The sacred breath of arms and hands.

For the peerless powerhouses in the dark, the existence of Morpheus is the torch that burns them.

Sphinx once used "sacrificial sacrifice" to burn and damage the souls of surrounding creatures in a way unique to abyss creatures. At this moment, the Morpheus with two sacred lances has long exceeded the simple "roasted soul" Concept-the breath that originated from the contract of the servants in the eyes of the strong people in front of them, just makes Morpheus become a soul harvester with a thin deadly flame!

Previously, Morpheus was terribly beaten by Knights of the Round Table Vaglan and Pope Nolan I and could not climb up or even end in death. He only felt a deep powerlessness, but at this moment, when the power of terror suddenly fell on him At that time, Morpheus recovered calmly after taking a deep breath.

He is thinking about a question: What is fear?

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He was afraid, but he didn’t know why he was afraid.

In the face of element bombing, in the face of the machete and sword, Morpheus found that his fear was born from the unknown, and he fell into the abyss of inextricability-what is death, he has not understood after countless life and death He was fearless, not so much to overcome fear, but to be numb to his life.

The numbness of life is more terrible than the indifference to this world.

Slightly bowed his head, Morpheus’s reflection ends here—Yi Zuer’s words did not make him enlighten or epiphany like the legendary divine initiation, but just let him understand a problem...

I'm going in the wrong direction on the road to power.

This world should not be filled with hatred, why Yi Zuer has to face his own fears and learn to fear death. After all, people must learn to love themselves after all.