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Now, the capital city of Oster, the historic city, most of Wolfenburg has been completely destroyed or enveloped in flames, the chaotic army faithfully executed all the orders of Motkin, burned out Everything, destroy everything, slaughter everything.

In total, more than 80,000 imperial men fell into the ruins forever, and the remaining more than 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly towards the Bull Fort.

Above the fiery avenue, Oleg von Zhukov led a team of bull knights and the Oster Black Guards and met the crimson harvesters led by Motkin.

The city is burning, and the imperial army is being harvested by the chaotic army like wheat. The endless heavy armor chaotic warriors put down the fragile mortals. The hot blood is flowing on the ground with the heat, and the chaotic army is pressed from all sides. When he approached the army of Oleg, the Noska conqueror found himself now in all directions. He painfully oppressed his lungs with a piercing gasp, and wandered and fought harder than ever before.

To no avail, Black Iron Motkin pulled out his Hellfire Sword. He wielded a sword. Several heavily armed black guards were directly bombarded into the sky, turning into the sky of blood and countless residues. He cut an axe The two bull knights raised their shields and were cut into two pieces by the company with their shields, armor and flesh.

In order to protect their baron, the bull knights and black guards worked hard to protect Oleg, but the endings were all slaughtered without exception. In the face of Motkin who played in person, there was no weapon to hurt him, his armor Surrounded by chaotic energy, it is time to complete his revenge and release his boundless anger.

The black guards and bull knights are the leaders of the Oster army. However, in the face of the crimson reaper legion, these chaotic four gods choose warriors, they can only be helplessly killed, at least six talents can barely deal with Even a crimson reaper, even in this way, mortals cannot fight against these powerful enemies blessed by the true God.

What's more, Motkin has already personally entered the battle, and each blow of Chaos Eternal Selection will take away the lives of several or even more than ten warriors.

Oleg-Von-Zhukov struggled to kill the enemy, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The sound of the horn in the south became louder, but the reinforcements were still a few kilometers away. In front of us, the glorious history and civilization of mankind Being completely smashed, the only thing Oleg can do is to fight the enemy.

The loyal and brave bull knights fell one by one, and the black guards tried their best to prevent Motkin's approaching to be helpless. The eternal **** chose to approach as quickly as a terrible red and black magic shadow, and the passing place was a **** storm.

Leopold, the mentor of the Bull Knights, died in battle. His body was cut into pieces and smashed into meat.

The head of the black guard of Vladimir Odyssey was killed in battle. He was stretched out and held his head by Motkin. The eternal **** chose to stab two thumbs into his nostrils and leaned back. With his own strength, the champion's skull was forcibly broken away, and the whole person was divided into two halves along the spine. This made Mott's blonde hair make a pleasant voice. He looked at the red, white, and yellow , Green liquids sprinkled from the air.

The deep sorrow made Oleg heartbroken. He stood up like a proud wolf and killed his enemies with a shield and the sword of Ivan the Thunder, until the bull knights who defended him fell. Down, until the long knight Gordon used his body to block the blade that attacked him from the side, until the last subordinate was crushed by the crimson reaper's hammer and fell slowly, until he was alone.

It's your fault, Oleg, it's your fault! Self-blame and grief made Baron Wolfen almost crazy. He looked at the hundreds of chaos gods surrounding him and couldn't help laughing. Two lines of muddy tears ran down his dusty and **** face .

It's all your fault, Oleg, you are not worthy of being a mentor's disciple, you are not a qualified wolf.

He is ready, ready to end everything here, ready to meet his end, this is what he deserves, his recklessness and stupidity have caused the Oster to shed his blood, and now, it is Oleg It's time to pay for it, his life may be worthless, but he has only these.

However, even this humble desire, Motkin did not intend to meet. The God of Eternity spit out a devilish language, and the choosers immediately obeyed, and they gave way, and Motkin strode forward to the end. In front of Oleg.

The eternal **** chooses to wear a black and red body armor from the Chaos God. He is nearly two and eight meters tall, holding a black iron battle axe with red light in one hand and a hellfire sword burning **** fire in one hand. , His armor is not new, it is full of mortal blood, and the scars left by his countless epic adventures and battles, his body is covered with skulls, and his long white hair is draped over his shoulders. Instructed everyone to retreat, he would speak to Oleg alone.

The city was burning, hundreds of houses, shops, shrines and union buildings were drowned in the flames of fire. Chaos battle mastiffs were running around, sniffing for possible traces of human beings, and the mountain breeze from the central mountain range blew down from high places. The laughter of the chaotic gods.

"It's all your fault, mortal." Motkin spoke. His voice was like an echo from the realm of chaos. The devil's language was twisted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand its meaning very accurately, even if it was In the world, mortals can also misunderstand because of differences in language, accent and slang, but the devil's language is not in this list, it can be accurately understood by anyone.

Oleg whispered something, he raised the sword of Ivan the Ledi Emperor, apparently did not intend to theory with Motkin.

"It's all your fault!" Mottkin repeated it contemptuously. The eternal selection was not even in a hurry. He was as satisfied and relieved as an old hunter who saw his prey, with a touch of sadness: "It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't come here. I hate you, Oleg, but I also appreciate you."

The eternal **** chose to move slowly, he said softly: "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of being alive, you destroyed my hometown, now I also destroyed yours, it's fair, you gave me a The reason for living is revenge, really, I really appreciate you."

"The only wrong thing I have done in my life is not to kill all the Noskas, so that you are left to die!" Oleg finally said, his face was full of hatred and hatred, that It's a bitter hatred.

"Yes, we all hate each other. There is no need for reason. I know you must have hated the Noskas since you were a child, and I have also been educated since I was young to learn where to grab loot from the Yankees and decorate myself." Motkin nodded lightly, and there was a deep sense of sorrow in the mind of Eternal God Selection. This is reincarnation. This kind of hatred can never be solved. It can only be cleaned with blood. Everyone is a plaything of the gods. I used to Knowing everything does not want to be manipulated, but... I am a mortal after all! I can't be indifferent to all this.

The evil **** fulfilled his wish. Three or four hundred thousand good men died in battle to satisfy the greed of the evil god, and my Motkin offered everything to complete my revenge.

At least now, I can finally stop chasing with fate.

"Now, it's fair. You destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I destroyed yours." Motkin nodded calmly: "You slaughtered all my loved ones in Longbao, and I also slaughtered. Your people, you take away the glory that belongs to you, the conqueror of Noska, and I take the glory that belongs to me, the destroyer in the south."

Oleg's face showed a look of sorrow and self-blame. What he couldn't see was that Motkin also showed the same expression.

"Let all this end now, I'm tired, tired, and tired." God of Eternity signaled that Oleg could attack: "I'll give you three opportunities, it's my apology, sorry, Ole Ge-von-Rukov, I don’t want to do that either. I apologize for all the fellow human beings who died in this war. Human beings die together, whether they are the Noskas, Kurgans, Hungarians, Mongolians, Or Empire people, Mrs. Kessler or dwarves, elves, Britons. I sincerely hope that they will go to a free and peaceful country after death, without war and without hatred."

Oleg finally couldn't bear Motkin's hypocrisy, and Baron Wolfen burst out a battle roar: "For the Empire! For Oster! For Father Wolf and Holy Father!"

The deafening roar was accompanied by a figure rushing towards Motkin. The sword of Ivan Leidi fell heavily on Motkin's chest, and the sound of thunder went through the audience.

"Clang!" The inheritance sword of the Sand Royal family stabbed on the breastplate, and then was bounced away. The huge chaotic energy appeared on the armor. Dozens of chaotic runes flashed with crazy light and powerful The field of energy made Ivan Ledi's sword inaccessible, and Oleg was forced to back away.

"This is the first blow." Motkin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg could continue.

Unwilling to believe all this, Oleg turned into a forceful blow this time. He twisted his body, put on a posture, and used all the strength of the waist and back. This time, chopping down, taking the position of Mottkin's neck straight along the seam of the armor, the frost cold power on the blade became more and more violent, this blow was enough to kill any chaotic champion!

"Clang! The blade hit the neck of Motkin. The chaotic energy field swayed for a while, but the blade was still bounced away.

"This is the second blow."

"Ahhhh!" This time Oleg released the most savage and violent roar, he threw away the shield, and the Norska Conqueror, the son of the sanctuary strong wolf, held the sword in both hands, and the sword was held high. Heading into the air, striking his face like a collapse of the mountains of the Central Mountains, Baron Wolfen completely gave up any defense.

The sword of Ivan the Thunder fell, and the weight of his body fell on Motkin's shoulder.

"Dang~" A white mark was left on the shoulder pads chosen by the Eternal God, and Motkin nodded slowly: "Is this the power of your revenge? I feel it, Oleg, I approve you, I approve You are my enemy, my enemy, my opponent."

"Now, it's my turn!" Mottkin doubled his black iron battle axe and hellfire sword.

Oleg stepped back quickly and picked up the shield from the ground, and in the next moment, Motkin's attack had reached him.

The first blow shattered Oleg's shield. This solid shield blessed by Pastor Tal and the dwarf's finishing exploded into pieces scattered all over the ground.

The second and third shots fell on the blocked Ivan the Sword of Emperor Lei Di. This legendary sword of the Sand Royal tribe broke out several times. Oleg still resisted, and he was in a hurry and his body was numb.

The face behind Motkin's armor could not help but reveal an admirable expression.

On the fourth blow, Ivan the Thunder's sword exploded, hell's tomahawk swept across and cut Oleg's left leg directly along the thigh. Oleg gave a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground The heavy iron boots stepped on Baron Wolfen’s chest.

Motkin felt the strong resistance from the iron boots and Oleg's strong struggle, as well as Baron Wolfen's determination to stand up and fight again.

How good if you were also a Noska? Motkin thought to himself: You deserve endless glory and supremacy, you just chose the wrong path.

Immortal Selection suddenly recalled the time when he was growing up in Dragon Castle when he was a child, learning various combat skills, despite the cold, despite the lack of materials, and despite your competition, he can still recall the past.

Even if he killed Oleg, his hometown of Longbao could not come back.

The sound of deep feelings echoed in Motkin's mind, and the eternal selection suddenly stopped his actions. He made a choice that surprised the chaotic selections around him who were cheering.

The Hellfire Sword fell in response, pierced Oleg's eyes, then fell into its skull, and then continued to send down, and penetrated deeply into the slate floor until Motkin felt the smell of earth.

Oleg's body twitched twice, and then he was motionless.

"The end of the story is not always a happy reunion." God of Eternity didn't feel any joy at this time, he only had a deep relief.

it is finally over.

There is no torture and fooling, only a happy blow.

The sound of the horn is far and near, and a huge army has appeared in the south of Wolfen City. That is the army led by Ryan! They are eager to support Wolfenburg!

However, Motkin has already ambushed a dozen Chaos Demon Legions in the south, led by the eternal dancers of the evil evil, and a large number of monster gangs, led by the two-headed Chaos God giant Gogo, and the Chaos Demon ambushed The reinforcements from the march over a long distance beat the exhausted reinforcements into chaos, and the gang of monsters gangs also effectively stopped the knights' charge.

There were also chaos dwarves who spent a day building deep trenches and artillery positions according to Mottkin’s orders. The knights were countless in their ambush shots, and the reinforcements were too eager to be hit by this wave. .

Lion had to immediately order the reorganization of the army.

Eternal God Selection calmly looked at this scene, UU reading books www. uukanshu. Com reinforcements thought they could catch up? I really thought I was not prepared for anything?

Comedy needs reason, tragedy does not.

"Finally, in the end, I want the world to remember me." Motkin pulled out the Hellfire Sword, he roared loudly, his voice echoed throughout Wolfenburg, and passed to the Central Mountains, Shadow Forest and All areas nearby cannot be stopped for a long time.

"The king of the Northland Court, the Black Iron Marauder, the King of Nosca, the Commander of the Destruction Legion, the Son of the Blood Red Sky, the Warriors who defeated the Blood God's Wife, the Chaos Eternal Selection, Black Iron-Mortkin is here! !!!"

"Want to get the glory that defeated me? Want to get my head?!"

"Come and get it!!!"

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