The war... is over...

The night fell quietly.

The hills on the battlefield are like a tomb, a broken black flag, a broken blade, all of which tells the tragic war.

The dry blood soaked the armor and dyed the earth.

The sky still has a **** color of the sun, and there is endless darkness around.

Silent and silent, only a few crows hovered in the sky.

Several paladins set foot on such battlefields, desolate and cold.

The warriors, dwarves, orcs, and other warriors of the previous deaths, slowly waking up from this desolate battlefield under the light of the Holy Light, looked around and couldn’t help but chill.

Helen carefully turned the body of a Shadow Legionnaire with a face that was completely different from humans, elves, and dwarves.

They are all the same.

There are even a lot of documents in the literature that have long been extinct.

I don't know what kind of power is there to be able to bring them together to form an army that is so strong and brave.

"You found that there is no..." The head of Avon was a little bit sullen. "They all died on the battlefield, almost none of them died on the way to escape."

They seem to be true, not afraid of death.

Everyone can't help but fight a chill, if that's the case...

People are fearful. If there is no resurrection, no one dares to face such an army.

No one dares to say anything to win.

They were also fortunate that this nightmare army was finally destroyed.

The priest waved the staff in their hands, and the golden light fell. Their faces were filled with the smiles of the rest of the robbery.

Only at this moment, they dared to shout out: "We... Victory!"

"We have won!" Helen also held the knight sword in his hand.

Gradually, the cheers resounded through the four wildernesses.

At this time, the boss of the party with a large group of elves, dwarves of all ethnic groups have just returned from the northern kingdom of the orc.

Then I didn’t respond, I was caught by a group of people in minutes and thrown to the sky.

"Oh--!"

"Oh--!"

They cheered and enjoyed the beauty of this moment.

The picture is fixed, as if it has been turned into an eternal picture.

"Isn't it taken? Didn't it be photographed?" Several elves held a new type of jade from online shopping.

"I look at me!" I quickly watched together.

I saw the photo on the photo, and the boss who was thrown in the air was in love.

......

And this time the summit of the nations.

"How's it!?" All of them stared at the spell projection equipment operated by the Master.

"Okay!" Hematon swam his head and sweated for a long time, and finally showed the scene again.

"What about people?"

"Won?"

"Seems……"

Even the king, Isabella, had been stunned for a long time, and it was only then that she came back.

"This will win!?" Just what power! ?

Sunshine! ?

How does it look like our own! ?

What is going on here! ?

......

The perspective of the spell projection once again appeared on the battlefield of the Principality of Lianshan.

"They are here!"

I saw the projections, and there was a tsunami-like cheer.

A group of dwarves and elves stood up from their positions and looked at everyone in the spell projection: "I think this is something that everyone deserves to celebrate!"

They are also infected by this atmosphere: "They are heroes!"

Only St. Duran and others in the Arbitration Temple still have the words that come from the side of the fairy sect in their minds: a group of vegetables, don’t come next time...

a group of dishes than...

Everyone is red-faced.

The most important thing is that no matter whether they can win or not, it will not matter.

The current situation is that they ordered the withdrawal of the army, and this group of so-called "Ukrainian people" won.

How can this be refuted?

There seems to be a stagnation in my heart, and I am going to blow it up.

"Who will dare to order the next retreat!" The eldest daughter Isabella took St. Duran and Sword St. Klass and slammed the table in the hall. "Military disposal!"

Sword St. Cousins ​​snorted and whispered, "Lord Duran, now... what?"

St. Duran said: "From now on, everyone can't mention this again! Time will slowly wash everything down."

The big things are small and the small things are gone. This is how it happened.

St. Duran’s words have just been finished.

"The Eye of the Secrets" Magic Forum.

"What happened to the big blizzard, the previous blizzard blows what is going on in World of Warcraft, how powerful is it in the real world... Is there actually a battle?" In some messy alchemy room, the hair was a little messy and the body was slightly fat. The teacher enthusiastically raised the speech of a grandson named "Blizzard Blowing" to your dad a few days ago.

"I think we can make this bigger." A Blizzard Black advised under the statement.

"By taking this opportunity to expand public opinion, there may be a chance to get rid of this blizzard workshop."

"How much hatred?" A passer-by aristocrat who has always been neutral has not looked down, and replied.

“There is a guardian? The origin fighter?” The seemingly messy alchemy room, the magician and the bottom staff of the “Crystal Stone Workshop”, Sam scratched some messy hair and took a deep breath, just like playing In the same way, the chicken blood has come to fight, in this megatrend, actually dare to put forward different opinions, first label the origin fighters!

"With the hard-earned money earned by my parents, I have to play this kind of funeral thing. Now, playing World of Warcraft has a dare to go to the battlefield? It’s been a few days, and there is a battlefield news about them?"

"A few days ago, Masters and Masters of Laiwu made several speeches. Under the guidance of the Glorious Kingdom, they fully entered the advantage! The soldiers of the Glorious Kingdom, the fighters in the military secret of the 'Dulan Workshop' Trained out!"

"Just this morning, we have reported on the Glorious Kingdom, and the situation is great, don't worry."

"With this kind of mystery, it is estimated that I am obsessed with what scenery, leisure play, where is the mood to do business?"

"Nobody wants to go to the logistics estimate."

"You think that the "World of Warcraft" garbage mystery ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the wrong person's things still have the need to survive? Cancer!"

The passers-by aristocrats just finished their speeches, and immediately there was a series of news responses.

Seeing that the passerby aristocrat did not reply again, the magician Sam showed a touch of pleasure.

"I think we should sort out a relevant fact and send it to various magic forums." The magician Ji An is the loyalty of the "Duran Workshop", as if he had done a very sacred thing.

Look! If we dry up this "original network club" and "Blizzard Workshop", they will definitely thank me.

Maybe by the time the Royal Highness will know this!

But I don't need to thank, I will be a very humble person.

He thought with pride and pride.

Soon, other magic forums began to be encroached by these Blizzard.

Because these days only some people who can't see the road help to stand up and say a few words, so the speech on the magic forum is completely in a one-sided situation.

At this moment, the magician Sam suddenly received a message, only to see someone replied under his forum: "Sorry, the regular army in your mouth ran, and we can't do anything to save the world."

"!!??"

"Open your mouth? Are you?"