The sky was dark, so dark that no stars could be seen.
The color of the sky is just like the mood of the people in Honunu City, the same darkness and the same despair.
This city built on Mount Huonu was surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a suitable climate and fertile land. It was once the most beautiful and pleasant city in Qishan Kingdom.
However, at this moment, she is surrounded by wars and smoke, and people are dying and wailing every moment.
The temple built on the mountainside is the most magnificent building in the city.
Its main body is made of rare and luxurious topaz, and each stone pillar is carved with exquisite patterns. Other places are supported by various precious woods. Even though the use of incense has been prohibited in the temple, people can feel a light and pleasant fragrance when they walk in, and their mood will become soothing and calm.
at this time.
No matter on the mountain or at the bottom of the mountain, strings of torches come from all directions and gather in the square in front of the temple.
Most of them are old, weak, women and children, and there are very few strong men.
Whether these people were in rags or were rich and powerful, they all had unconcealed fear on their faces. At the same time, the only light left in their eyes was looking at the center of the square.
The city gate is broken!
After five days and five nights of sleepless fighting, they finally failed.
Those huge and terrifying monsters finally stepped into the city of Honunu with their dirty and putrid bodies. However, the men in Honunu City did not give up resistance because they had no way out.
Behind him is his home, and there is no other town within a hundred miles that can provide him with cultivation and shelter.
There is no other option.
Sacred and sad chanting sounded on Mount Huonu. These people shed tears while insisting on praying.
Even children who are only a few years old use their immature voices to join in this last song of hope.
Because, their father and brother were not far away, using their bodies to resist, trying to give them some breathing space and buy them a little time.
Kui Ling'er nestled in her mother's arms and tried her best to follow her mother's singing word for word.
Suddenly, the roar coming from all around the mountain became clearer.
She couldn't help but tremble all over.
Even though she was only six years old, she understood that some of her uncles, brothers and sisters had gone to another world.
My father has not come back for three days.
Although my mother didn't say it, she actually knew it.
However, her mother kept crying quietly, so she did not dare to ask again.
At this time, she no longer knew whether it was her mother who was trembling or herself who was trembling.
She just knew that those monsters were very, very fierce.
They will swallow uncles and uncles into their stomachs.
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In the center of the temple's square is a tall topaz altar.
At this time, there were only a few elderly priests standing in front of the altar, leading everyone to pray together, and next to the priest was a young man with an immature face.
Although he was wearing armor, the exquisite lining in the armor and the luxurious sword at his waist showed that he was of extraordinary origin. Even the silk scarf covering the injuries on his left arm and leg at the moment was not ordinary, it was the finest silk from the Lianyun Empire.
Suddenly, his body trembled.
"Master, why don't you leave first." An old man who was meticulously groomed, but whose face was obviously haggard and whose eyes were bloodshot, begged in a low voice.
"Grandpa Xin, I won't leave." If anyone else dared to call him that, the young man would have been furious.
He, Brando Warnd, is now the only direct blood descendant of the Warnd family.
He is the city lord of Huo Nu Nu!
Although he is only nineteen years old, one month and three days old, from the moment he inherited the title and responsibility of the city lord, no one calls him young master except this old man who has served the Warnd family for nearly fifty years.
Two months ago, his father led a team to rescue Tuman City, but he never returned, leaving only debris and a mess on the ground. They didn't even find a body, only a dented helmet.
Five days ago, his brother, the eldest son of the Warnd family, stood firm on the city wall and fought to the death in order to resist those monsters.
Brando watched with his own eyes as he was torn in half by the King of Trolls, but he also suffered serious injuries from the unusually large troll.
Now, it's his turn.
If this prayer cannot save the city built by the Warnd family.
"I am Brando Warnd. If the descendants of the Warnd family cannot protect the city of Hoonu, then they should face death with her."
He looked determined, and even though the injuries on his body were causing him pain all the time, they did not affect his decision in the slightest.
If this method doesn't work, then he should die at the front instead of dying in humiliation behind women and children.
Butler Xin looked at the young man he had taken care of since childhood and finally understood that he had made his own decision.
Brando's father also grew up under the care of Butler Xin, and later inherited the position of city lord. Later, the matron of the Warnd family passed away many years ago, and Brando and his brother were almost all brought up under his own care.
He has no children, and has long regarded the Warnders as his relatives. These two children are like his own grandchildren.
"Brando, you are right, men do have things that they must risk life and death for."
"The Warnd family will be proud of you."
The old housekeeper did not persuade him any more, but instead showed a smile of relief.
He gently grabbed his crutch and unhooked a small black cloth bag from the back of his waist. With a flick of his wrist, the black cloth fell to the ground, and a shiny silver gun head was revealed.
The head of this gun looks extremely sharp, and the engravings on it are from years ago, but it has obviously been wiped frequently.
What's more important is that the tip of the gun is obviously silver, but there is a scarlet color on the sharp edge that cannot be concealed.
"Next, let Grandpa Xin accompany you. I don't know if my old man is still in charge after so many years."
"Grandpa Xin"
…
Roar!
"Khachikunta, kuru...!"
(Giant language: You, die, food!)
Brando originally wanted to persuade the old man to leave, but when he heard the loud roar, his expression suddenly changed.
He will not forget this voice, because his brother died in the hands of the owner of this voice, and even the body was not left intact.
Brando took a deep look at the altar and the priests, and clutched the hilt of the sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He turned around and left, because the voice just now was not far away, and he had to buy more time for the people here.
Looking at his actions, many people shed tears silently, but they also slowly made way for a passage.
Brando saw despair in their eyes.
The Warnd family is loved by everyone in this city, and the reason why these people did not stop him is probably that they will soon be separated in another world.
Not knowing what the world would be like after death, Brando was in a trance.
However, the expressions of these people made him feel even more ashamed. The Warnd family was being worshiped by them but could not protect them.
He stepped out and some men who had not been promoted much began to follow him.
Some of them were born weak, some were just teachers, and some still have wounds that have not healed yet, but they have no hesitation.
"Wait! Brando!" A girl grabbed Brando's hand. Her name was Alicia. Brando knew that she liked him, and he also thought she was a good girl.
"Alijia, if there is a chance, we..."
"No, Brando, it's the altar. Look, the altar is lit up!"
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