The top of the sky is filled with mist. The continent is covered with gunpowder and war. It is full of devastation. The mountains and rivers are ill. The continuous gunpowder is like crying and complaining in the rain. The sound of the rain has become an aria for the entire vast continent.

A group of cavalry was walking in such a lonely world, with the cold mountains far away and the mist and rain hazy. Lu Shaozhen crawled weakly on the horse's back, and the situation caused by his soul falling into hell was fully revealed on his face. It was not only black tears, but also black patterns that penetrated through endless pain, painted into mysterious patterns.

In this way, his eyes were wrapped in these black lines, like pupils that suddenly appeared in shadows, filled with loneliness that penetrated into the soul.

The bumps of the horse made him feel a little uncomfortable. The circles of lights are like neon lights shining on a rainy night. Life is like a journey backwards, and suddenly it is like a traveler traveling far away. The surviving life does not mean worry-free, it is just the beginning of you falling into a larger vortex.

"Demon Hunter, are you okay? Since you want to live in a new identity, I will announce to the world that the elves have become extinct." The king looked at the mountains and rivers that were not yet finished with the wolf smoke. The cracked earth was still on fire, and the evil black gas still made the people suffer.

As a king, how can we ensure long-term stability in the world without compassion for the people? How can we lead everyone to prosperity?

Immediately afterwards, the king said: "But I will completely quarrel about the elves. I will use my own practical actions to resolve the grudges accumulated by humans and elves over the years. This takes time. After all, the concept that has been precipitated for thousands of years has almost turned into a deep-rooted stereotype, and it must have been a lot of difficulties at the beginning."

"Since you are in a dilemma, there is no need to force it. After all, the elves have become extinct. Although this race is not nobler than humans, it is not inferior to humans. There is no need to accept your charity. If my elves are prosperous as before, they will never eliminate their contempt for humans." Lu Shaozhen sighed with a breath of breath.

The king was not moved by the disrespect that penetrated into Lu Shaozhen's hoarse voice. He continued: "The elves led the way to fight the devil seeds to the death for the safety of the entire continent. This is obvious to everyone. No one can stay out of the arrival of the demon seeds. Although the reason is this, as the leader, I really don't want to see this situation as the leader. Therefore, my mentality at that time became the source of my ashamedness. After all, it is what my human race owes you."

Lu Shaozhen's eyelashes trembled slightly and his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

"You have arrived in my tribe and live as a new identity as a demon hunter. I will boast about you as the hero of this war, and that's what you deserve."

The rain between heaven and earth seemed to be much smaller, and the holy dawn shone down from the clouds. Lu Shaozhen narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene and murmured: "The blood of the elves is passed down from generation to generation, but the elves living in heaven no longer exist. The souls of the elves in the future will definitely suffer in hell. Instead of defining these children who are betrayal and indifferent as free life, it is better to regard them as slaves of fate. The blood flowing from their bodies means endless depravity and killing. And the demons are like symbols and will be their eternal enemies."

Lu Shaozhen said these words very ruthlessly, as if to prove something that he had struggled for a long time. When he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of the tribe members being brutally killed. The words said by the raging demon made him remember them fresh: "The so-called longing in this world is an illusory thing. Only when you see the fragile tribe members being slaughtered like this is like chopping melons and chopping vegetables will you understand that the deepest grief often comes from the true meaning of life."

The anger of resentment was still burning wildly on his heart, but all the demons died and the great revenge was repaid. But how could the deceased tribe rest in peace? When can the killing stop? Is human betrayal and despicable as difficult to heal like a disease rooted in fate? Perhaps it cannot be called a disease at all, but a reliance for the human race to scatter branches and leaves? Who should be released to his unforgettable hatred?

If the demon seeds survive, it would be fine. I still have the motivation to survive, but now I can’t even feel the feeling of “hate”. What kind of mentality should I welcome a brand new life?

"Children, I still hope you don't bear the deep blood hatred like me. I hope you have the courage to believe in the real existence of freedom and love."

The dawn was a little dazzling, and Lu Shaozhen's pupils seemed to have suffered a severe pain. He felt that his mind suddenly became foggy. The fire in the Netherworld Hell was burning, and the old and young people were supporting each other by the Forgetful River Bridge. The staggered soul felt like fragments falling, and finally rushed towards the deep black hole.

It seems like having a long dream... But even if the dream is long, it will eventually have an end. Just like people are born for death, the meaning of dream existence is at the moment when it reaches its end.

That little bit of light became the footprint that Lu Shaozhen pursued throughout his life.

As his vision gradually recovered, Lu Shaozhen stared at the scene in front of him in a daze. Because the sudden change of the scene caused visual dislocation. When Lu Shaozhen's thinking was still stagnant in the mythical era, various torture instruments made him stagnate.

What's going on? Vision runs in front and thinking chases in back? Why can't he remember what's going on? But this confusion quickly disappeared. When he saw the monster that was still moving not far away, he figured out what was going on.

Lu Shaozhen was a little nervous! He looked at the monster with horror on his face, afraid that she would rush over and tear him to pieces, but why didn't she move at all? He was obviously zombie had the ability to resist, so why did she suddenly stop moving?

After thinking about the causes and consequences, Lu Shaozhen couldn't help but secretly scold herself for being stupid, and was deceived by the rational state shown by mental illness. You must know that she is mentally ill and may have abnormalities at any time. Even a slight stimulation may cause her to kill.

How did I stimulate her? Could it be because I peeked at her talking to the man in black? Judging from what she said before and after suddenly being angry, it seemed that she felt particularly shameful for her image to be seen by outsiders.

Although this kind of extreme maintenance of appearance seems a bit ridiculous in this situation, the brain circuits of mentally ill patients cannot be judged by normal logic, and they probably don’t know what psychological it takes to say the jokes, so all the words are true expressions from the heart.
Chapter completed!