Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Facts have proved that even well-trained soldiers can't keep their composure when they encounter an attack that they can't understand and have never seen before.

Flames, tomahawks, gunshots, the roar of machinery, terrifying giants.

The elves were beaten into a daze, or in other words, they were hacked to death by an axe and shot to death by bullets before they even had time to be dazed.

At some point, the unwise are more courageous than the wise.

But unfortunately, what to do with a fully automatic weapon if courage is useful.

The Autobot held the battle axe, turned his body, used centrifugal force to hit home runs, slashed the war deer that kept coming over, and continued to smash the bewildered elves with firearms - in the continuous sound of the continuous firearms that roared like thunder And in the fierce fire, even the proud Longevity cannot maintain courage.

The proud archery skills and the martial arts skills that have been tempered for thousands of years are useless, and they have forgotten everything. The minds of the elves are blank, and they don't even know where they are.

Although they can be called elites, after all, they can be selected to become desert scouts, which proves their skills and courage. They are in the regular cavalry sequence of world hegemony. They have received a complete training course, including how to cast spells. fighting in the environment.

-How to maneuver under the intensive shooting of missile spells, how to avoid suspicious elemental surface environments, how to predict the signs of large-scale killing spells, how to ensure one's own safety and win without the support of one's own magic guides .

They've all learned, they've all practiced, but under today's raid, everything they've learned has been forgotten... Because the power that attacks them is not magic.

Magic is not just a combat skill. It was first used to pray and worship the gods. After countless years of development, it has become a tool for intelligent creatures to understand the world and discover mysteries. Some creatures use it to explore the mystery, and some creatures use it to change. The world, and of course some creatures, use it to fulfill their wishes and wills...power, wealth, war, killing.

But the roaring, terrifying attack of the weapon was different.

Almost all the elves had the same idea after facing that terrifying attack.

That kind of thing, at the beginning of its manufacture, its purpose is to kill, its destiny is to continuously produce death, killing and sadness, other than that, it has no other use.

Just like the fire and sound it emits when it operates, like thunder, like fire, loud and dazzling, rough and violent, only for killing.

What kind of wicked creature can make such a thing...

It should really be said that it is an elf. After a series of casualties and crashes, there are still brave warriors who have overcome their fearful nature and thought of their responsibilities. An elf lay on the ground, lying in the blood, taking advantage of the car. The moment the man turned around, he rolled forward like a cat dexterously, came to the front of the dead officer, and stretched out his hand to take off the horn from the opponent's waist.

He took a deep breath, lay on the ground, and suddenly raised the horn.

The next moment, he heard a fierce wind. In normal times, if he had a bow in his hand, he could even shoot the incoming attack, but now all his attention was on the horn.

A flying axe slashed over, cutting off his arms directly, and flying out with the horn in his hands.

"I found that I really have a talent for sneaking, or is your attention attracted by that big guy? Or, have you never seen such a big scene?"

The elf with the broken arm was pale, but he did not say a word. He almost tragically got up and rushed towards the flying horn. The ending was obvious. A bullet flew past, hit his back, and knocked him to the ground.

The elf fell to the ground weakly, looking up at the horn not far away, and his body kept shaking.

Kant kicked his body upright, looked into his eyes, and said indifferently: "No matter how brave a warrior is, he has done the **** of the devil, which is sad and abominable, pitiful and hateful."

The elf suffered heavy losses one after another, and the strong vitality of the longevity species kept him from shock. He saw the attacker clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he muttered: "You... who are you..."

"That's a good question," Kant said lightly. "When I stopped to ask you, you laughed and shot at me. Why didn't you ask this question at the time?"

The elf looked blank. Kant bent down and picked up his short sword. The sharp and delicate saber turned into dust in his hand, and the sharp elements spread to the blade of a flying axe like vines. He waved his hand, and the flames nearby flew towards his palm, turning into pure flame elements and enchanting them again.

The elf lying on the ground was dazed again, he didn't know what kind of power it was.

Kant smiled at him, the flying axe in his hand slammed, the battle axe broke through the air, and then the elf screamed.

The elf who was seriously wounded and dying showed a furious look, and with strength from unknown sources, he slammed into Kant with all his might. Kant raised his pistol and struck again, knocking the elf out of the dust again.

Black blood poured out of the elf's mouth.

Kant said calmly: "Are you angry? Are you unwilling? Are you hated? Look at your eyes now, look at your indiscriminate and indiscriminate, when you hear human language, you open your bow and shoot, the dead in the village, did they ever send out The same screams and roars? Have you ever felt the same powerlessness and despair? Do you understand them?"

The elf spat the blood in his mouth to one side, maybe knowing that he would die, he also gave it up, a savage and twisted smile appeared on his handsome and sculptural face.

"how is this possible?"

His voice was low and full of hatred: "How can the noble immortals understand the thoughts of the dusty scumbags? Those **** goths ambushing our lonely companions, torturing them, killing them, we are for our own Comrades-in-arms take revenge, let them pay their blood debts and blood! Those **** in the village dare to cover up those murderers, then die together! For every noble elves who die, ten and one hundred Goethes will be buried with them!"

The elf stared at Kant, his eyes full of hatred. The hatred was not just from the killing that just happened, but a continuous hatred for all human beings.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Curse you, Aurora, you are on Goethe's side and are destined to perish with this inferior country! One day, you will die at the hands of my people!"

Kant said: "You are invaders who came to other people's land, murdered and set fire, looted and committed evil, killed countless innocent people, and even attacked the elderly and children. This is not something that any civilized country can do. It can be called bestiality, are you also qualified to say that humans are inferior?"

"aggressor?"

The elf stared at Kant and said viciously: "We came to this land to overthrow the rule of the sinful Teddariel and make the people of this land live a more prosperous life..."

"…Hold."

Kant was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed: "As expected of world hegemony."

Looking at the other party's firm and twisted eyes, Kant knew that what he said was useless.

Just thought this elf... a little pathetic.

There was pity in his eyes.

For the arrogant elf, such a look is better than torture. The elf was seriously injured first, and his spirit was extremely excited, and his vitality was rapidly exhausted, but when he saw this pitying look, he immediately revived, and said angrily: "Human Don't look at me with those eyes!"

"What? I just feel sorry for you."

Kant said softly: "I was born in the forest and grew up carefree. There must be many good memories, right? There must be someone you like? There must be a peaceful life, right?"

"Then you joined the army, you honed your skills, you must have dreams, right? Your queen and ministers said that Goethe was a backward, ignorant and cruel country, to overthrow their rule, rescue the suffering people, and give them better life, and then you believe it and embark on a journey to an enemy country."

"Then, you become a demon."

"Killing innocents, slaughtering villages, the so-called teachers of justice, will they not discriminate and anger all?"

"I heard that your elves are elegant and noble, born stronger than human beings, long-lived beautiful, extraordinary, such as you, I believe that you were not like this when you were born, and you once loved life and longed for beauty. At that time, you can think that you have One day, you will kill a whole village without hesitation, even the elderly and children will not be spared, and you will even be complacent, is it very happy?"

"Elf, you say, what made you what you are now?"

Quietly ask.

There was no accusation of atrocities on the other side, and no refutation of the so-called liberating Goethe.

Just ask.

Ask why the pure and pure soul of the past has become the way it is now.

He asked: "Whose fault is this? The aggressor who started the war, or the victim who suffered the war?"

The elf opened his eyes wide, gasping for breath, blood pouring out.

His eyes were confused and sad, full of memories and unease.

Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

He must have remembered the past, the past years, everything he was about to lose.

Kant watched all this calmly.

And calmly and accurately, made up the last knife.

That village, the pain of the dead, the grievances must be paid for.

"I will tell you one last thing, the Goethes who were brutally killed by you, although they died, they were able to sleep in their hometown, and their clansmen will remember them, together with their hatred for you, and you, who came from afar , the elf incarnated as a demon, you..."

Kant said lightly: "But he will die in a foreign country."

The elf's eyes suddenly widened, and at this moment, pure fear filled the eyes of the longevity species.

He looked at Kant, and there was a sound in his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

His life has come to an end.

The twisted face stiffened, then calmed.

Only a little tear slid down his cheeks.

Kant exhaled softly.

This is war.

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PS1: The first update, three thousand words... Ah, why...