The heavy snow is still there
Silent for a long time, there is no extra sound except the wind.
Moonlight shines like a knife on those ferocious, like ancient corpses, cracked earth walls, as quiet as death, and even breathing is hardly audible
The death fight finally came to an end.
both sides suffer/lose
This result is somewhat unexpected to Svein. In fact, Dreius, a crazy tiger, can bring him a little surprise every time he goes crazy. This time is no exception. At most, Dreius can barely resist Gavin and Zhao Xin’s attack, but he didn’t expect his injury to kill the other two major forces.
It’s really good news that there is still a chance to win.
But he still sighed a little naively because those Demassia stormtroopers were still intact and he needed to solve them himself.
Fifty members of the Demacian stormtroopers may be an insurmountable mountain for ordinary people, but it is by no means Svein Mountain.
He thinks it’s too much trouble, but more importantly, he really hates to do it himself. He always likes to kill people with his mind. It’s not that he is so arrogant that he doesn’t need force, but that he fights with others in flesh and blood. The scene will remind him of the scene where a drunken man kept beating that woman many years ago on that rainy morning. He will feel wet and full of acid rain that morning, and he will feel sick and nauseous.
Svein’s face turned pale for a moment, and he felt his stomach churning, but he still turned his eyes to those demasians’ faces, because it was like he stabbed the man’s heart while vomiting, and something really had to be done.
The torch is still burning, and the only light that comes out in this dark snowy night blurs the faces of those Demassians.
They are also looking at Svein, the only lame enemy left. In terms of numbers, they can tear Svein to pieces in an instant.
But they didn’t have any motivation. They saw Svein’s eyes, which diverged inch by inch on the torch and became distorted and bizarre, making people afraid to look straight.
At that moment, these demasia soldiers in the blood-drinking battlefield felt a little cold and hesitated, which was different from the great oppression when they faced Dreius, but as if they were facing a huge swirling vortex, as if they were going to be involved in it as soon as they approached, and they could not turn over.
Confrontation in silence
After a long time, Svein’s shoulders moved as if he felt that there was too much snow on his shoulders. He shook his shoulders vigorously and shook off the ordinary crow on his shoulders.
The snow fell rustling, and the crow flew higher and higher into the snow curtain, giving a hoarse long cry in the high sky.
"Wow-"
This long sound broke the silence of the whole world, and all demasians’ eyelids jumped, and their consciousness clenched their swords.
Svein took a sip of his mean lips, and his stomach twitched, making him pale again. He couldn’t help holding the crutch with both hands.
He looked at those who had already feltno. Andrea sighed again.
With the deep cold wind, that long sigh went into every demasia, and every demasia soldier couldn’t help shivering.
Deep sigh
At that moment, I still haven’t recovered from the freezing cold. De Marcia felt the strange light in Svein’s eyes suddenly shrink at the moment.
Even the flaming fire handle was abruptly crushed.
There is no warmth and light, even the half-hidden and half-hidden waning moon reappears and hides in the snow curtain.
The whole world is full of darkness
At one moment, the wings vibrate from the darkness, like thousands of demons eager for flesh and blood surging out of the hell gate.
"Tear-"all over the sky is sharp.
"Tear-"The sky is full of sharp weapons piercing the flesh and blood.
Suddenly, they lost their vision and made a dull growl. At first, they could keep calm and judge the possible attack direction by hearing, but with more and more scars on their bodies and the absence of those attacks, they lost their calm and waved their big swords wildly.
In the darkness, there is a constant splash of flesh and blood, a constant landing of foreign objects, but more people make a tragic whine before they die.
This is a massacre, an absolute massacre in the dark, and many people are unwilling to die.
After a long time, the marginal wings vibrated again in the darkness, and all the demons went back to hell towards the sky.
Darkness faded
The heavy snow is still falling, and the waning moon has leaked a ray of light like a knife, cutting through the dark night and revealing the broken bones and flesh on the ground.
Bones everywhere are like hell.
Svein’s face was pale to the extreme, and he felt the viscosity of his body. He felt his stomach churning, and his hand was clutching his chest and he coughed a few times, but he didn’t spit it out at last.
The horizon rang again with a long, dumb scream.
"Wow-"
The ordinary crow shuttled from the sky and slowly landed on Svein’s shoulder. Is it the crow or the crow? Is it scarlet and bloody?