Vol 3 Chapter 35: After all, people must learn to love themselves (four thousand words)

> Chapter 35 is about learning to love oneself after all (4000 words)
Black scepter of: death wing Neltharion
[Update time] 2012-09-0511:12:28 [Word count] 3961
Sunderland looked at the scorched black battlefield in front of him, his tired face even more old.
Raising his hands and wiping his sweat, he can’t remember how many years he hasn’t used his full strength to attack anything. Looking around, the other Masters of the Windsor family are pale, and the crystal silk energy is overdrawn. The pain caused them to have no good face.
Fortunately, the high-ranking swordsman used the battle shield and carried out the rotation operation from beginning to end. Only three people were seriously injured but none died. The corpses of the Warcraft around the entire team piled up into mountains. This kind of inedible meat has a strange and disgusting taste, even smoked so that the elves can not open their eyes.
"Check the casualties."
Sunderland, who temporarily had command, gave orders to stop alert, which gave swordsmen and magicians finally a chance to rest. Several big swordsmen who had been standing in the front row even collapsed directly to the ground, and The magicians who usually maintain a certain distance from any profession get up and condense a ball of water elements to quench the thirst of these warriors. The hand holding the wand is extended, and the swordsman holding the dagger is pulled up, even if they belong to the Wind. The barriers between the Sol family guards, magicians and other professions will always exist, but after this battle, no one will mention and maintain that "hypocrisy".
The friendship honed by war is always stronger than imagined.
Just as Sunderland walked in some staggering steps to the forefront of the captain who led the elves to resist the Warcraft together, no one raised his short bow and aimed at the honorable mage.
In the battle that lasted for almost three hours, the great magister used his own power to stop more than half of Warcraft-what is the concept of "half"? The elves who have been familiar with these Warcrafts for many years can roughly calculate that from Murphys bombardment of the valley and disappearing, to the collapse of the Warcraft that impacted the valley, the number of various types of Warcraft rushing out of the dark jungle exceeded 20,000 The public, and half of them, are at least 10,000 dark Warcraft.
Although the most numerous of them are the locust-like Buggies and the number of vampire bats reaching three or four thousand, but if there are no two forbidden spells released by him at the last moment, it is estimated that no one can reach this battle. At last.
"For the death of the elders, I said"
"They have returned to the arms of the goddess."
Leading the elves to fight back is a male. He is even shorter than most tall female elves. He has a well-proportioned figure and a sharp bow in his hand. It is obviously a strong "strong bow", facing Sand. Lan slightly embarrassed to apologize, but the leader who came out temporarily accepted it naturally and expressed his attitude.
"The night elves have suffered heavy losses. This may be another disaster in thousands of years. The excessive loss of men will eventually lead to the demise of the entire ethnic group. We show respect to you and your team. Everything before may be inevitable after all. The cause of the disaster to be faced has no meaning to investigate. I think, how to make the night elves continue to live a stable life is the most important thing next."
He was not tall, speaking on behalf of all elves with bows and arrows behind him. It seemed that the prestige was not much worse than those of the elders, but Sunderland did not know that this humble elf had been one of the rangers who walked on the edge of the group. Even though he has superb skills, the highest level of hunting and strength, he is always excluded from the elders and the power circle they represent.
All this stems from his "heroic deeds".
"Klenze Elvin, former captain of the Hop Village Hunting Squad."
The identity of the night elf Krenze who introduced himself was not noble, but he could not hear any opposition from the other elves. This made Sunderland, who was hesitant at the moment, had to do a mage salute at the moment. After that, it proves that we are not malicious. If there is a place that needs help, we will try our best."
"We are very grateful for the food donated before."
Krenze smiled. Although some young people were nervous and awkward when they were pushed to the stage for the first time, they already had some leadership temperament. "But I need to take the liberty to ask what you are looking for. ?"
"It was originally looking for, but now it has become waiting."
Sunderland turned his head to look at the dark mountain wall that had just violently fluctuated and eventually caused the collapse of the Warcraft group, and answered softly.
The calm of Sisyrin was broken by the sudden earthquake.
The shaking was not dramatic, but the civilians felt dizzy.
The people who stopped were standing for a moment, and immediately started running instinctively away from the building, away from all the tall and potentially collapsed houses-the panic sentiment spread to the entire city in an instant, but when the civilians ran out of the city, the shock came stop.
And there are no signs of unnecessary vibration.
Sicelin, the Magic Lab.
Several frightened mages looked at each other. The shock just let them in the high-rise tower almost immediately release several spells to stabilize the building and protect their bodies from falling objects, but they did not wait for them to have time to go. Understanding the source of this shock, a shocking wave of magic suddenly flew across the sky from underneath your feet, and the momentum was shocking.
This has exceeded the so-called "forbidden curse" fluctuations. Even if it is more than fifty levels of magic, it will not allow the magic fluctuations to still have a considerable condensed state after passing through the ground-the elements are affected by this intense fluctuation Collectively "pushing" outwards, even causing a brief stagnation in the defensive circle of the castle inside Sisrin, and letting the ongoing research experiments in the laboratory fail on the spot!
Such a vision can't be more obvious, it shows that the magistrate who entered the underground with the great magister seems to have encountered something strange.
The leader of the laboratory hurried to the lord's tower and walked all the way up without seeing the so-called "gate", because the place where Ashcandi was located has been completely transformed into an open-air platform, which is wide but looks like a cliff. After being renovated, half of the towers became the unique "Lord's Office" of the entire continent. The circular space of more than 50 square meters has only a desk, a few huge bookshelves and chairs. The south wall has not completely collapsed yet. Remains of four or five meters in height are left, while the other three directions are bare and can directly overlook the castle and the city.
Only the remaining walls brought a large shadow to the platform, and Ashcandy sitting in his armchair was sitting precariously.
"Report your laboratory results."
She opened her eyes slightly, her eyes lazy, concealing the edge.
"The Grand Consul, the difficulty of the second subject"
"Talk about the progress directly, I don't want to listen to nonsense."
Originally thinking of mentioning the fluctuating Magister just didn't dare to digress, whispering: "The shield that blocks long-range attacks is best with a "smooth shield", but if you want to reach the level you say, the current The ability of several of us, simply stacking, has not reached the level of completely blocking thousands of long bows and arrows, and has changed the direction of research three times. None of them are ideal."
"Have you studied the direction of vacuum enchantment?"
Ashcandi looked away, looking at a small black road that could be seen directly on the edge of the horizon: "There is a problem with your research direction. Simply manufacturing an excellent shield to resist the long arrow is itself a thankless effort. You Do you know the arrows used by the Longbowmen of the Hegel Army?"
"I don't know, sir, we used the Byzantine short bow and arrows to increase power as a model for our research."
The magician's voice trembled, and he lifted his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Do you think that a few data changes on the paper can really simulate actual combat? Why did the idiot who told me what card was out of the tower, don't you understand?"
Ashcandy's words made the other party stunned.
"The arrow can only glide in the air and hit the target. If there is no air, it will fall directly to the ground, okay?"
The magician suddenly raised his head, his eyes squinted round, and he just wanted to say something, but found that the occasion was wrong, and immediately bowed his head and answered, "Thank you, Lord Archon!"
"I know you want to talk about the volatile thing just now, that has nothing to do with you, just do your own thing."
Ashcandy seemed a lot softer at the moment, so that the excited magician who found the research direction retreated without any psychological burden. When the other person's figure disappeared at the stairs, her expression chilled instantly.
The change is quite like taking off a mask.
His eyes turned to the tower where Murphys and his party entered. Ashcandi narrowed his eyes, then picked up several battle reports and sighed.
"You gave me a surprise, and of course I have to give you the same surprise."
The great victory of Erdos, this does not make her happy. After Wenley was occupied by Hastings, the main army of the other party was less than thirty kilometers away from himself, and it can even be said to face the Lampard Center. Sicelin-At this moment, Ashcandi's successful raid army has continued to advance northwest from Erdos. More than a thousand cavalrymen are lightly armed, and the bloodless blade cut off the other three supply lines and lightning speed Sufficient food was left for the follow-up infantry troops, but after the defeat of the Hegel army, the two northern troops approached the attacking city of Pas, and the soldiers guarding the city There are only more than a thousand, and the cavalry is less than three hundred.
Nearly a thousand noble cavalry squadrons returned to West Sellin from Wenley and supplied, but there was no infantry cover to follow because the main city of West Sellin was at stake at the moment.
If the battlefield is like a chess board, then Ashcandi is still at a disadvantage. After the other party lost more than 2,000 soldiers, its strength is still more than 10,000. Of these, 4,000 attacked the undefended Pas in the north, and the other 6,000 could attack at any time Insufficient Sicelin-The total strength is comparable, and the strength at hand is seriously insufficient. How to deal with this problem has become the urgent task of Ashkandi.
But as the absolute lord of the entire territory, Ashcandi, who held all the power in his hands, still sneered and played her next card.
Ultimate dogma.
Murphy opened his eyes, and after the burning magic pattern disappeared, he was once again given incredible power-the crystal wire energy in his mind once again changed dramatically, but none of this can match his left arm at the moment. And the sacred breath from both hands.
For the peerless powerhouses in the dark, Murphy's existence is torch torch.
Sphinx once used "sacrificial offerings" to burn and damage the souls of surrounding creatures in a way unique to abyssal creatures. At this moment, Murphy, holding two sacred lances, has long gone beyond the simple concept of "roasting souls" The breath that originated from the contract of the servants is in the eyes of the strong men in front of them, which makes Murphy become a soul reaper covered with a thin deadly flame!
Previously, Murphy was beaten up by the round table knights Vagland and Pope Nolan I and could not climb up or even fell to the brink of death. He only felt a deep powerlessness, but at this moment, when the power of terror suddenly fell on him At that time, Murphy returned to calm after taking a deep breath.
He is thinking about a question: What is fear?
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He was afraid, but he didn't know why he was afraid.
Facing the bombardment of elements and the scimitar sword, Murphy found that his fear was born from the unknown, and let himself fall into the abyss of inextricability-what is death, he has not understood after countless life and death experiences, His once fearlessness was not so much to overcome fear as to be numb to his life.
Numbness to life is more terrible than indifference to this world.
Slightly bowed his head, Murphy's reflection stopped here-Yi Zuer's words did not make him enlighten or epiphany like the legendary divine initiation, just let him understand a problem...
I was going in the wrong direction on the road to power.
This world should not be filled with hatred, why Yi Zuer has to face his own fear and learn to fear death. After all, people must learn to love themselves after all.