Netheril Glory Chapter 951: 12 year old boy


Stay alone in the dim and icy kingdom of God, sitting alone on the majestic and solitary throne, accompanied by the cold wind blowing around, accompanied by frost wafting in the sky, closing your eyes and moving the hurricane **** now. The state is terrible.

This is true regardless of the physical or psychological state!

Physically, Art Dylan, who has resisted two legendary attacks, has broken his soul. The grudge attached to the rifle by the legendary knight has made his wounds unable to heal, although at this time The gods haven't been seriously injured to lose their fighting power, but the feeling of being deep in the soul and being shattered together with their thoughts is still enough to make any creature tremble in pain.

And psychologically... I have to admit that Punk's strategy has been more than half successful, and now Attillon is experiencing unprecedented torture from faith.

This time, the sound of hopeless prayer he heard was no longer a tumult of hustle and bustle, but a very clear and very hazy desperate cry-it was a soft cry from a little girl believer.........

What a heart-wrenching low cry, the hurricane **** knows that this young believer has done nothing wrong, she is just a little child who diligently recites the canon every day and is a bit naughty, but now , This innocent child is about to be turned into ashes by being sent to the altar of flames because of being involved in this legendary war.

I don’t know why, the innocent prayer voice full of doubts and fears is the most lingering in Attellen’s ears, even though other equally heavy and repressive prayer words beat his heart like waves, but his body was bruised all over. The gods can't ignore this naive cry anyway.

Clenching the giant sword in his hand and biting his lower lip painfully, Attlan suddenly remembered a long time ago... he remembered his sister, remembered......... he can only use "Sad" to describe childhood.

When the future Hurricane God was just a twelve-year-old boy, Attillon, who came from a poor family, had a sister who was two months younger than him. He still remembers his sister’s voice Smile, remember her beautiful long black dance with the wind...……

What a lovely girl. In the winter morning, girls who are eager to help their parents run a bread workshop and make bread sellers will always drag their ignorant brother off the bed, and then helplessly stack The quilt side said:

"Brother, don't leave the bed anymore, go and clean the steps, the guests are coming."

This sentence has a profound memory in Attillon, because it is the sweetest sentence that runs through his entire childhood.

At the same time... is also the last sentence his lovely sister once said to him.

On such a calm morning, as always, the girl who had to clean up the steps because she couldn’t pull her brother was seen by the noble boy in the street town. Her beautiful and clean childish appearance was not surprising. Attracted the evil desire of drunken dudes, so in the morning, the extremely old-fashioned and extremely sad plot was released in the family of Attillon.

Two guards armed with long swords broke through the thin wooden door of the bakery. They wanted to arrest Atdiren’s sister on the charge of “stealing the lord’s finances”. The simple mill owner, Attillon brothers and sisters and his parents can only shrunk in the corner.

Then... Just as the little boy who was the brother was about to be scared by the swords of the guards, his sister with long black hair sobbed softly while resolutely breaking away from the arms of his parents and blocking the whole family In front of me.........

At the time when Attillon remembered the image of a girl whose height was not even as good as the long sword in the guard’s hands, she spread her arms and blocked herself behind her. The trembling petite body cast the most solid barrier in front of the little boy. The back gilded by the sun is extremely stubborn and heartbreaking............

"Courage"!

At that moment, the young Attillon didn’t know how much he wanted to have courage, he didn’t want to tremble in front of the chilly blade, he wanted to rush out to hug his sister, and the beast that was suddenly born in his heart Whipped hissing, his bitten lip dropped blood!

But it’s a pity... Atterun once did not mention the courage, and the person who shrank with the parents in the corner was just a little boy with flour on his head and clothes, and he looked at his sister in embarrassment. Framed into criminals with shackles, the sound of heavy steel collision was so cold among the swear words of the two guards......... until the little girl was "pulled" out of the gate by the two guards as if they were holding livestock, and her face was pale The boy felt the **** taste in his mouth because he bit his tongue.

At that day, Attillon has never seen his sister again.

"More than 30 million years have passed, and it has been so long unconsciously... Isn't such a long time enough for a sad boy to get a little bit of courage?"

Chaos in my mind~IndoMTL.com~ The hurricane **** on the throne seated his left hand on his face, and his five fingers even pressed his fingertip into his skull.

Outside the gods, the weaker cry of the believer’s little girl in Attillon’s ears seemed to be very close to the tide, and she was in a prayer full of pain. Only this desperate cry was moved like a Hong Zhong With the soul of the god.........

I don’t know when it started, this cry made of sadness and despair has gradually coincided with the weeping of the girl in his memory, and Attillon just felt like he was back there in an instant. A loathsome bread workshop, he was still the little boy covered in flour, hiding in the corner and trembling, but his mouth was full of blood but he didn’t dare to move, and his most important sister was being taken out by the abominable guards. The well-being of the famous perverted nobleman, waiting for the tragic fate of the little girl is self-evident............

"No"!

The divine fingers cut through the twisted face, and the red blood dripped down the hurricane god’s chin, listening to the crying in the ear, and the **** eyes of Art Dylan Took hold of the epee and burst up!

"No! I'm not that weak coward"!

The twelve-year-old boy roared like a dying beast. The hurricane **** lingering in frost rushed toward the sky of the kingdom of God like a ghost crawling out of hell.

At this moment, the anger belonging to the gods finally ignited the dim kingdom of God. At this moment, there is no recklessness or sensible reason-just after 30 million years of time, the name is Ah Teddyn's little boy finally found his dream "courage" in the burning of anger!

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