Bright Era

The vicinity of Dunelke Port was still brightly lit, but a team of soldiers and militiamen started spreading around with torches, searching for possible fish that might slip through the net. Affected by the heroic deeds of Lin Qi and Enzo, these soldiers and militiamen were full of enthusiasm, wishing that a few orcs and black spirits suddenly appeared now and let them enjoy themselves.

However, the roads in Dunelker are complicated, and the streets and alleys are as complicated as spider webs. Soldiers cannot block every street. There are always small alleys that let people pass through. Especially when these people have the strength above the standard, these ordinary soldiers are even more useless.

The five **** men had left Dunelker City. They were standing on a small hill outside the city, overlooking the city with swaying lights. They bare their chests and stood there quietly in the face of the cold storm and snow, just like five thousand-year-old trees firmly rooted on the ground.

After an unknown period of time, when a team of dragoons with torches galloped towards this side, and there were still miles away from the hill where they were standing, the five black spirit men knelt on the ground at the same time. They stretched out their hands to point to the sky, and sang a bleak, majestic, and wild-sounding song. They burst into tears, and the cold wind froze the tears on their faces into ice crystals, and soon there was a thick layer of ice on their faces.

The cold wind howled, and the harsh wind sound was like the roar of the demon in the North Sea, and the voices of the big guys were torn to pieces by the sound of the wind before they could spread far. After the song was over, the five people rose up, the black spirit man who was stabbed with a sword in the chest mumbled: "Howl, there are other brothers, your spirit is following us in the sky, we will take you home !"

Another big man with a sword in his chest whispered: "Go home, go back to our home, go back to the place where our ancestor grew up. There, your spirits and ancestors' spirits sleep together. When we call you, we can be together again Fight!"

The five big men cut through the palm of their left hand at the same time, and blood on their right hand drew a weird rune shaped like a beast's head in the air in front of them. The **** talisman released a faint light in the air, and a strange force faintly spread around.

Suddenly, eight extremely thin blood lights burst into the sky near Dun'erker Harbor. The flickering blood lights echoed with the light of the runes here. At the same time, there was an ancient breath rippling on the five soldiers, as if there was an extremely ancient one. The will is on them.

Eight thin blood lights flickered for a while before disappearing. A little bit of crystal light gathered from around the five big men, circled them for a while, and then sank into their bodies. The five big guys cried three times at the same time, then looked up to the sky and laughed three times, then they turned and walked into the darkness.

The group of nearly a hundred dragoons who were ordered to block the traffic arteries came to the foot of the hill. They didn't find any clues, so they randomly found a shelter from the wind and set up a checkpoint.

The five big guys left here long ago, and they strode southward, marching southward at the fastest speed.

Across the entire Western Continent, to the southernmost harbour and take a sea boat across the 2,000-mile ocean, this is their hometown. That magical and magnificent black land that makes everyone dream of, although there are countless evils on it, there are countless heroic, loyal, passionate, and simple black spirit warriors like them.

They left Dunelker and Arthur. They walked comfortably, confidently, and frankly, just as they did when they came.

They sang songs handed down by their ancestors all the way, although with the changes over the years, even the oldest elders in the tribe cannot figure out the meaning of the ancient songs, but these songs have been sung. Just like their favorite musical instrument, that kind of wooden drum made from the roots of the old trees of the Black Spirit Continent, the clean and honest sound has been echoing in their souls.

Two years ago, under the call of the elders of the tribe, their companions came to the Western Continent after hunting down a group of shameful slave hunters until they reached Dunelker. Those despicable and shameless slave hunters, they kidnapped the granddaughter of the grand elder of the tribal alliance composed of 73,000 indigenous tribes in the Black Spirit Continent. The alliance saint who can speak at birth and has supreme spiritual talents Female.

Twenty-three ancestral warriors closest to the headquarters of the alliance were summoned together and pursued all the way on the order of the elders.

But those slave hunters are strong, and they haven't been able to win each other until Dunelker. When the other party loaded the people they were trying to rescue on the big ship and was about to transport them to Odin Icefield, everyone was desperate. The honor of the fighters does not allow failure. They have already made a decision. If they can't save the noble saint lady, they will all die in battle.

Turnaround always comes so fast and so strange. Arthur met these powerful and simple warriors, using the connections of the Black Tiger family, Arthur easily exchanged their saints from the slave hunters.

A part of the companions escorted the saint back to the tribe, while the rest were Arthur as the master and swore an oath to serve him in the name of the ancestor's soul.

But today, they have fulfilled their vows, eight companions died in battle, and they chose to burn their souls and lives to death. They have fulfilled their vows, they walked with a clear conscience, and walked frankly! They want to **** their companion's spirit back to their hometown, and they want to let their companion's spirit sleep peacefully in the tomb of their ancestors.

The companions chose such a noble and glorious death, then they must **** their companions back.

With their chests bare and their backs facing the wind and snow, they headed south. Just like when they came, they have to cross the continent, cross the ocean, thousands of miles away, is their hometown. There is a fertile black earth that yields oil in a pinch, countless majestic beasts, countless towering trees, and even their beloved girl.

The people there are simple and honest, the hearts of the people there are as broad as the sky, the people there. . . Will not be intrigue like Arthur and the others!

"Brothers, we are going home! Follow along all the way, follow us home, don't get lost on the way home!"

The big man who was stabbed in the chest laughed loudly.

The other four big guys also laughed, lost? how can that be possible? Even if a good man from that black land died, he would never forget his way home!

In the loud laughter, the ruby ​​in the man's belt suddenly became extremely hot, and a dazzling red light burned through the man's belt and leaked out.

Before the big man came back to his senses, twelve complex runes appeared on the ruby, and then a red light shot into the sky.

In a tragic explosion, the hills and jungle within nearly two hundred meters were flattened by red light and burned to ashes.

The smiles of the five big men were frozen on their faces, and their bodies were completely wiped out in the terrible heat.

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