The Godsfall Chronicles Chapter 23: Returning the light back to the photo
Cloudhawk vs. Natessa.
Wyrmsole confronts the old alcoholic.
The latter is a more interesting duel.
A face full of misery and barefoot, although tall but not heroic, but like a poor miner who has been enslaved for many years. Another withered hair, wrinkled face, skinny and lame, was a ridiculous and ridiculous, but a dead alcoholic with no mastery.
What do these two guys look like from appearance? But they are all well-known figures, one is the former deputy head of Elysian Realm demonhunter, and the other is the famous Skycloud Warrior Saint. Both of them had known each other's existence for a long time, both knew the details of each other, and probably also knew the current depth of each other, so they were always in a state of confrontation and did not do anything.
Wyrmsole looked at this shining big figure, and it is inevitable to show a sighed emotional expression: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I can't believe it, you have become like this."
"The battle was not unreasonably lost. There is nothing to complain about." The old drunkard smiled and said nonchalantly, "Even if others don't know the terrible Arcturus, would you still not know it? What are you doing? He is also one of Arcturus’s most trusted people."
There was a trace of unnaturalness in the eyes of Wyrmsole, and the old drunkard’s words provoked an uncomfortable emotion, "Old things, no need to mention, he is a lunatic or a demon is our common enemy, so you shouldn’t stand at all. On the opposite side, instead of helping Expeditionary Army, it’s better to join us."
What is the reputation of a Temple commander? Even more than Crimson One!
Such a person can support the Wilderness alliance, not to mention how strong his personal strength is. The influence of this former Skycloud Warrior Saint is probably enough to cause great pressure and impact on Elysian Realm.
After all, Skycloud Warrior Saint is the commander of Temple. As the head of Holy Knights / Paladin, he is considered to be one of the strongest warrior of Skycloud City, and also represents the authority of Temple.
The old drunkard has a mocking smile on his mouth.
"You will assassinate Ravenous Tiger, it means that you still have hatred in your heart, and what you have now before you is the only way to get revenge."
Wyrmsole is still serious. His temperament, expression and even tone all give people a sense of being honest and honest, just like an old farmer who can't make a fart with three sticks, but wants to persuade others to get back.
The old drunkard is a little impatient: "What if I disagree?"
Wyrmsole showed a disappointed expression, "You can't even kill Ravenous Tiger, let alone my opponent. If you want to regain your dignity today, don't make mistakes again! Only we have the hope to fight Arcturus, only us It can save mankind, and instead of spending the rest of his life in depravity, it is better to cheer up and do something great."
"Bullshit!" The old drunkard one side digs out earwax one side and said: "You mobs can also make things happen? Although I am useless, but my eyes are not blind! These years, I have been in Wilderness and only learned one truth. , I’m alive, I’m so happy, I’ll fight if I want to fight, the old man is bothered."
Wyrmsole feels very sorry.
The old man’s heart is no longer in Elysian Realm, but the pride of Skycloud Warrior Saint is inherently carved in his bones. He can become a wanderer in Wilderness, but he cannot really bow to Wilderness.
After all, even if it becomes more desperate, the strong will be the strong after all.
Wyrmsole respected the old man, and in order to show respect to him, he decided to kill him personally.
Since the exposure of his identity, he has fought against several juniors back and forth, but when fighting against the juniors, he didn't display his full strength, and he didn't have the determination to kill, because he didn't want to cut off the future of these human beings by himself.
They are all too young.
They all have plasticity.
Wyrmsole has sons, who are as old as them. After all, as a father, he has never fulfilled his father's responsibilities, but embarked on the current path of no return. Wyrmsole is very guilty of his son, so when he sees these young people, he will inevitably give birth to some compassion.
The people facing you are different now.
The old man is a generation of Warrior Saint. Even though he is lonely, he is a legend in Elysian Realm after all.
Wyrmsole can be compassionate to young people, but it is not good to old people, otherwise it is an insult to the strong from the predecessors, not to mention that although the old people are dead, the centipede is dead but not stiff, Wyrmsole faces this kind of opponent At that time, he did not dare to have any slack.
The battle flag is flying.
The flames are everywhere.
"Never mind." Wyrmsole screamed up from the sky, "Take your head today to sacrifice my battle flag!"
The whole person stood up from the ground, stopped in the mid-air of tens of meters, a battle flag was raised high and danced, and flames were ejected from it to ignite the sky, and the dark blue sky at dawn, the sea of clouds directly turned into a sea of fire, from the flames A series of flood dragons were condensed, and all the flame flood dragons began to circle around.
Give it a glance.
It's shocking.
What a spectacular picture.
The dragons are all shocked by this powerful aura, so they can't help staying away some distance. The old drunkard’s eyes were inexplicably hot, and the iron rod began to shed light, and the halo was released from his body, continuously covering him.
He looks like a **** shrouded in radiance.
The figure that had been rickety also gradually stood up straight.
A long-lost intent to fight is surging in my chest.
Wyrmsole burns in the air, the battle flag is waving, the dragons drive the fire clouds, and the fire clouds all gather and become a huge vortex, a powerful strength condenses along with the vortex.
Wyrmsole will choose the path now, where the stories and experiences are unbearable to look back, like scars that cannot be erased, always lurking in memory for a long time. Wyrmsole chooses everyone to betray their relatives, let their glory and pride go away, never regret it, just want to be ashamed.
"Burning the flag, can it really burn the sky?"
The old drunkard was blushed by the fire.
The previous picture came to mind.
He is the dignified Holy Knights / Paladin chief and the invincible Holy Knights / Paladin in the command post.
He, Skycloud Warrior Saint that was looked up by all warrior, one of the most powerful warrior in Skycloud City.
He has been shrouded in dazzling light for most of his life, and he has suddenly fallen into the dark to become the most humble Wilderness person. He once led a paladin across the world, he knew that his best friend was killed and his apprentice was killed and unable to save him, he was once prosperous, he is now a lonely ghost.
At this moment, the humiliation is playing back in my mind.
Warrior Saint is dead?
The old drunkard closed his eyes.
It has been decadent for six years.
What is the use of this remnant in the world?
The old drunkard originally wanted to die. After only killing Ravenous Tiger, he was besieged to death by warrior of Fish-Swallowing City. This is a reluctance to put an end to his life, but it was a mistake Ravenous Tiger Did not kill, and he did not die.
Think about it carefully during this period of time. Fortunately, my mother did not die. Otherwise, I would die without letting go. That would be too shameless.
Even if you want to die, you need to come to a funeral full of enough. Even if you really want to give a full stop to life, then this full stop should be significant.
Is this cremation specification enough?
No enough!
The old drunkard suddenly opened his eyes, and a flame of Storm was brewing, and the sky was covering him. The old drunkard looked at the fiery scene, grinned, not afraid, not flinching, and suddenly slammed a blow.
This blow.
The shackles were torn apart in an instant.
Suddenly break the bottleneck.
Shoot an Road Lights glow from Templar, and instantly pierce the covered flames. This strength is so strong that it can penetrate the entire flame Storm, and finally hit the burning flag in Wyrmsole's hands. on.
The trees are shrouded in flames in all directions.
Almost instantly turned into black charcoal.
Wyrmsole was blasted several tens of meters away by this stick. He spouted blood and looked at the old man in the middle of the fire from a distance. His face was full of horror: "Your strength is...recovery!"
The light on the old drunkard gradually dimmed.
He showed a trace of fatigue, and this blow was a full force for him.
The cells in the old drunkard's body that have been sleeping for several years are rejuvenated. The old drunkard knows very well that this is actually a long time brewing, plus the stimulation of the Autumn Drapers gift to him, and finally the phenomenon of returning to light.
How much time is left in the end?
One year? Half a year?
Full enough!
The old drunkard spends most of his life under the constraints of honor, responsibility and mission. In the end, he has the opportunity to enjoy a free and happy freedom. What can he not be satisfied with?
The sea of flames is boiling and raging, and there is still a strong lethality.
Even an old alcoholic who stays in the middle for a long time is in danger of suffocation.
"Stop fighting, let's go!"
Cloudhawk, an teleports appeared next to the old drunkard. He didn't know how the old man made such a big scene, but now it is not the time to compete with the old boy like Wyrmsole, so he immediately took the old drunkard and moved away in an instant.
Wyrmsole slowed down and immediately realized where they wanted to go, "Catch me, never let them go!"
The voice has not fallen yet.
The sound of fighting came from several other directions.
A red priest ran over in embarrassment and said: "It's not good, the people from Expeditionary Army and the Rogue group have been drawn over, and our people have been restrained."
"Damn it!"
Wyrmsole did not expect them to be so coincidental, but it is not surprising to think about it. The fighting here is probably the whole Woodland Vale can feel. Even if they want to ignore it, it is difficult, so they will inevitably be gathered.
No way.
Now it can only hold the people of Expeditionary Army and Squall.
As for the escaped Cloudhawk and the old alcoholic? Although these two guys are very tricky, relying on a few of them is almost impossible to pose a threat to Viper. After all, Viper is not alone. In this case, we can only trust the ability of Viper.
Cloudhawk took the old drunkard teleports to the grassland several times, and found that there were dragons flying around above his head. He couldn't help but scolded his mother~IndoMTL.com~Although most of the dragons were cited Where to go to the forest, but there are still some dragons living in this place. They found everyone trying to cross the grassland to God Tree and immediately attacked them.
Fortunately, Cloudhawk and the old drunkard arrived in time.
When they joined forces to retreat more than a dozen dragons, they rushed to God Tree in the fastest time. Autumn Drapers found an intersection formed entirely by rhizomes. She said that the tomb of the gods was inside, and everyone rushed in. .
The Qilong chased in anger.
The hole is too small.
They were all blocked outside, screaming again and again, helpless.
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