After Becoming The Tyrant

Hello, the knight.

The devil listened to this faint, short, he stood at the door of the room, suddenly got a smile on his face. The night is already deep, and there is no point in the room in the king, and the room is dark. The only bright is the moonlight that came in through the window.

The moonlight casts the oblique arches on a soft thick carpet. Under its contrast, the other places in the room seems to be dark. The devil is black, standing at the door of the room, as if it is integrated into the dark, pale face is difficult to distinguish. He looked at the king, the king looked at the moon outside the window.

A thinner month is cold and high, and there is no wind in the dark.

Just as they first met.

The end of the world is a wilderness, no trees, no flowers.

The earth is black, the sky is dark red, no birds do not have a beast without live fish. Only endless white bones, endless power. Explaced here, all the guys who were cursed by the world, they would be scratched by the wind in the wind and not greeted.

Finally, there is only one guest here.

That is the legend of the words that are surrounded by words, and they are gone by the gods to expel the devil. He symbolizes the world's darkness and chaos, is the enemy of the gods. In order to thoroughly put his name from this world, the gods dropped the Thunder of the land for seven days of seven days.

The devil is sitting on the black stone, isolated on the other end of the world day. His power is destined to die soon, but he has no name, just like a beast trapped in a prisoner.

He is coming back in the day of the prisoner, and he can't die, and you can't tear open the cage.

In the lonely lonely, he encountered a king without a territory, there is no knight.

- under a huge melted melody.

The hanging clock hanging on the wall is too clear, the devil suddenly laughed. He came out of the dark and walked into the cold moonlight and came to the king.

He held the king's hand and kissed his back, then he looked down at him: "Good evening, my dear."

The king looked up at him, the moon fell on his face, cast a fine shadow.

The devil smiled, put the same thing on the table: "Ferry II entered the Tomb of the real gods, as for him to succeed, see himself. In addition ... this is give you a gift."

A ice hockey, sealing a black snake that narrows countless times.

Can't be seen that the black snake is full of scars.

When the king reached out, when I got it, the devil suddenly reached out, I blindled his eyes.

"Your Majesty, this time you have to remember."

The breath of the wine is falling on the side of the king, just like the devil himself, with hell's unique coldness.

"Your soul is mine."

Belongs to me.

His finger inserted into the silk silk hair and leaned down.

The moonlight is cold and faint, falling on the side of the window. The knight in black dress bowed his monarch, and the moonlight outlined the side face lines of the two.

Young monarch lifts his hand.

Finally, I stopped in half.

"Don't violate the contract, my Majesty."

The devil said softly.

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No hope in Naban.

On the fabric of the world, this area is collectively referred to as "Southkartz Continent", meaning "the land of ridiculous and barbarism." The land here is barren, there is no continuous forest, and even the low shrubs are not, the earth is flat, as if they have been opened, and they have pushed it.

However, in the language of the barbarian, here is called "The ancient bottom plains", which means "the land of the magic wolf".

The leader of the legendary wolf is a big city, the white nemerald wolf. It is the soul of the world, as long as there is a wolf in this world, it will never die. When it is weak, it hides in deep nest, in the cold and darkness, it is a bone, wait until its descendants spread throughout the world.

When the wolves are like the sea, they will gather from all over the world, and they wake it up to the wolf. The wolf of the wolf means that this world has become a paradise for war, and the wolves will lead under the leadership of their leadership, and they are in the disaster and flesh.

The sky of the west is burned into a blood red, and the earth is shrouded by blood color. The wind is scraping the grassland, presenting a vast voyage.

At this point, on the Grand Prairie of the ancient Big Grass, the white big account is set up.

The ancient Raidth of the elder armor is surrounded around the white big account, and their face is not in the black helmet, the helmet is forged into the shape of the wolf. Looking far away, just like a group of original wolf, suddenly gathered a day.

On the front of the white budget, the number of unclear wood is layered, and finally piled up a huge tetrahedron. The sun is falling on a pyramidal wood pile, and the heavy blood painted is taken out. This is a big bonfire, cavalry patrolling around it.

At the time of the night, when the night was hidden, the leader of the Euron's heavy cavalry, Hermo came out of the white big account.

At that moment he came out, the cavalry surrounded immediately riding a ride. Hold a box of punch and shout with a unique language unique language.

"father."

Hull's son, Harmhop welcomed.

"Luogelang has a letter, do you want to read it?"

"Rodlang?" Her looked up, looking to the survey of the abyss strait, "I read it."

Harmus launched a lot of twists and turns, they were secretly sent to their hands in their hands.

He was extremely awesome to his father. He didn't have seen this letter before he did not get his father's promise. At this time, his more serious his face is, but his father does not change from the beginning.

"It's a pity." After listening to the letter, Her regretted sighed, "Now it seems that it is more than the successor with the Duke of Platinum ... Replying to him, say our angry Golden Empire agreed to the Alliance."

"Yes!"

Harmus respectfully.

At the moment of Hull, he is not only the leader of the ancient Barbarian Empire, but the emperor of the anger! Mo.

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Let the ground rang with a trembled drum, that is a giant drum made from hundreds of people. Eight Glen Warriors touched it. The drums are strong, and they are far from the desolate savage, just like a wolf heartbeat that I don't know how many years of death is being recovered.

When the magic wolf is completely awakened, the world will become a battlefield.

Her took his helmet from his son.

Then the breastplate, shoulder, wristbands ... A heavy armor is spent on him, and finally his son wizards him huge heavy sword. In the blink of an eye, he became a majestic emperor from a mercenary leader.

Her holds the sword handle, a strong muscle is driving the armor, he raises his heavy sword.

The sword roshed over a cold in the air, and the sound of calling is falling. Ted, the captive before the wooden pile has not come to the ground, and the skull rolls to the ground. Blood sprayed from the luggage, and fell on that instant high-splash, falling on the huge pyramid of countless firewood stacked.

"ignition!"

Hull ordered.

At the moment of his voice falling, waiting for the longstore, the heavy cavalry, took the bow behind, and put the rocket on the bow.

A rocket rosted in the air and falls on the wooden stack.

In the long wind of the grassland, the fire rolls up, and the entire huge pyramid is burned. Fire is brutally brushing, just like a petroleum that gave the entire world, the wolf cigarette. The fire will take all the knights of the armor, the more like a group of wolves.

Hull led his ethnic around this torch walking with the heavens and the earth, and studied the length of the old ancient narrative.

That is the history of the barbarian.

It saved it in a narrative poem that is passed down. From the birth of the first evil wolf to the end of the legendary era, the magic wolf fell into the eternal long sleep, and the Warriors who fately flowed around around the world.

The old long poem is overlapping, and the beginning of each section is an old call.

Come here! Barbarian warrior!

Come here! The descendants of the devil wolf!

!!!

The drums are heavy, and the rhythm is getting more and more like a heart. In the drums and poetry, the heartbeat of the ancient Gurden gradually synchronized with the drums, and everyone's heartbeat became the same, and all the brains floated in the shadow of the wolves.

That is a tens of thousands of sick wolves, they split from all corners of the world, gather together, and finally form a horrible army, join the battlefield!

Come here! The devil descendants!

At the White Botland of the ancient Gunnawa, I went up the giant fire. I knocked up the giant drums, the world, or small or small, or fertile or ridiculous grassland, a famous nomad suddenly stopped in his hand. action. They felt their own blood vessels, the war is rushing, and the heartbeat has become heavy.

Everything comes to a barbarian people know the ancient summons.

The Golden Empire will play again on the earth, the empire is summoning its people!

All the nomads heard the sound gave a heavy object, and sold the bull of cattle sheep who trembled as life in the first time. They did not hesitate to leave their originally treated, gather in the direction of the ancient bottom.

War horses, come from all over the sky, like a wave. I dally, my history, the history of this scene, exclaimed another "The wave of the barbarian invaded will sweep the land."

The devil wolf will wake, the wolf aggregates.