Desire

The gates of the Passage Gate are wide open. The gate is guarded by forces other than the minimum number of men to defend it. The storm guard, the wall force, and the Brainlight Iron Swordsman represented him, and all the disciples who could wield the sword camped on the spelled plains in front of Dara. It was a thousand troops.

Azin leads the bloodstream and the bloodstream. There are fewer than four hundred. It was said that there was continuous reinforcement, but it was natural that this side was lacking in numbers since the blood group and the blood group had been left at the blood gate. And the problem was the players in the bloodstream and the bloodstream. Most of them participated in this war, but they had to log out periodically because they had their own lives.

Nevertheless, the movement was at full speed. It took three weeks for the elite of the bloodline to lead Azin to the Plain of Spells.

“I don't know if it's bold or stupid. ”

Seeing the distant plains, he mutters. Next to him stands the silver sword master of the bloodline. “But it's a safa.” I was sad. In saying that, he glanced at him.

“Since the collapse of the bridge, Safa has begun to take care not to look like a bridge. They began to question reason and reason. Because the martyr who had the greatest power was publicly swamped because he didn't pick a cause or reason. ”

This is what Safa looked like a hundred years ago because of the fall of the Church. Since the fall of the bridge, Safa began to be cautious of her actions, and over the course of a hundred years it remained naturally stiff.

“The courageous move the next day after the torture was to quickly summon the rumors of Moorish. Rumor has it the Moorish tide will be on our side, and the gateway will be cautious.”

It was a natural base. Azin was now a representative of the literature and a leader of the blood. Azin glances at the Black Dragon Leukemia riding next to him.

“Looks like the passerby's got some nerve. What do you think?”

“What? ”

I answered with a split voice. He glances at himself with a smile.

“Pathfinder's behavior. They're camping without saying a word of forgiveness after killing the whitener. ”

“You didn't expect me to sit around and tell you to kill him. ”

The horse of Baekhwan has a thorn in it. No wonder he was uncomfortable. He is the grandson of a happy man. Since haematogenetics and blood counts have become cripples, and the white mark is dead, the only healthy bloodline in the ring remains is the white herpes.

Of course, the current battalion must also be commanded by Baek Yihwan. However, he delegated command to the great Blood Dragon master, not to his grandson. There is no reason why the gaze of Baekhwan who looks at Ajin is so good.

“So, what do you do? Will you continue to go to all-out war, or will you scream at a whale while watching from afar? Or would you like to hold a brush and ask the Mujim Dongdo for help? ”

“What do you want me to do? ”

Ajin glances at Baek Yihwan with a swirling smile. His lips were puckered with a shivering smile. “Suit yourself. You are in charge of this herd at this time.” In response, he smiles softly.

“Even so, how can I, the one great master, ignore the rumored lord and make a decision? ”

“If you're making fun of me, stop. ”

He frowned and said.

“You've already given me your answer, haven't you? If I had any other opinions, you would have done as you thought. ”

“What do you mean? If the gospel has any other favors, I will follow them. ”

“Then perhaps you should return to the Wall immediately. ”

Baek Yihwan said, Azin's smile stopped.

“Why do you want that? ”

“Even a nosebleed can tell. ”

He spoke in a grave voice and pointed behind him. The elite of the bloodline rested in front of the spell plains. It was less than four hundred soldiers.

“Which of the four hundred and thousand is the bigger number? ”

I was annoyed by the voice of the ringworm.

“I have no questions. We will be defeated. And if we lose, they'll bring down the blood without slowing us down. All we can get is mourning and the mourning of the Moorish people or the laughingstock of their tongues. ”

“War is not a number. ”

“What a strategist you've become. Last time, you said you didn't know about tactics with your own mouth. How are you going to beat a fabric with 400 bucks for that? ”

“Well, I guess we'll have to think about that now. ”

Ajin smiles thinly.

“I think the opinion of the rumored Lord is also reasonable, but he didn't say it. I'm going to do a patchwork for the whiteners, and I'm going to bring them down. ”

“That doesn't bring back the dead silver. ”

Baekhwan shakes his head. “I don't want to die. I don't want to fight a losing battle.” Ajin did not answer the words of Baekhwan. He opens his mouth to see the silent passage.

“What do you think of the Great Blood? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Four hundred and fifty thousand. Who do you think will win? ”

I could not immediately answer the distress call. The Bloodstream and the Bloodstream. They are half the force of the Bloodstream. However, they are not powered by the Blood Dragon Clan, nor are they powered by the Blood Dragon Clan. The number was quite empty for power source. And there was no reason to be sad about it. Logging out was due to a compulsory understanding of the concept being applied to npc.

“.. and, frankly, I think the gossip's opinion is also reasonable. ”

“It was a war with disadvantages from the beginning. ”

Ajin confidently said. He narrows his eyes as he looks at the faraway faction of the Passage Gate. “Didn't I tell you before coming here? I don't think about losing. I don't think about losing.” That said, Azin tugs at the top.

“Dear, I don't intend to back down. ”

Ajin drives the horse. The horse moved forward, bored. He looked at it with a depressed face and pulled along the top. Four hundred people started to move forward. It was a war that began with revenge, and I marched headlong without hiding my body. It was the same this time. A worthy advance has begun.

*

“You're crazy.”

One man's blood bursts into laughter. He sees a herd of blood rushing towards him from afar. It's not an ambush. They don't hide themselves, but they're headed this way for good. You can see several flags engraved with the name of the bloodstream flapping in the wind. One man's blood shakes his head.

“He's completely lost it. Or ridicule us. ”

“I think he's trying to negotiate. ”

The back-scissors spoke in a low voice. He frowned and looked at his third son. “Come now?” In the words of the blood, the back-blade touches the chin.

“I can see a tidal wave coming in through the front. Then there's nothing I can do. They started the war to avenge the White Paper, and I came here to the Spell Plains in the limelight. You can't turn around and beat them because you can see the colors. ”

“So, I'm going to test you with nothing. ”

“Perhaps not. The reason is over there. In fact, what we did to confront it was not an honorable thing. The fact that we raided the Bloodsborne Dragon is...”

“Honor is not important. ”

The blood gushes out with a fierce expression.

“Honor is also the winner. Is that unacceptable? ”

“.. but that's not it.”

“Then, should I cut your throat here, offer your head to them, and show my sympathy for the work of the White Mark? Then your death would be a great honor. ”

“... I'm sorry, Doorman. ”

“Remember, the passage gate is safa. You're a safa, too. Justice is not important to us or Dory. Rather, this is an opportunity for us. If we kill the Blood-Shining Dragon this time, all that remains is an old, sick crest. ”

“.. there is a master of the Blood Dragon. ”

“If you were afraid of the Blood Witch, you wouldn't have attacked him in the first place. ”

Behind the Passage Gate is a bridge. The blood squeezes shut and squeezes the sword. I could see the blood stopping at a distance. I can see the Leading Blood-Shining Dragon coming off the horse. ‘Cocky bastard.’ I remembered the insult I received from the Black and White Ones. One man's blood shattered his teeth.

“Are you here to apologize? ”

A high voice approaches. A voice amplified into the air hits your eardrums like a lion. One blood stick out his tongue. It's because the young man's internal affairs were quite impressive. One blood sample was answered with even more internal air.

“What crime has the throne committed against you? ”

A loud voice rang out. Some of the weak in the air stumbled, swallowing their breath. Azin grins. “Isn't that shamelessness a sin?” The answer I said with a smile was big enough to compare with blood.

“I don't know what you're talking about. ”

One man's blood shrugs. He glances at the back-scissors, and the back-scissors nod with a stiff face. As the back-cutting sword gestures, the wall force following him prepares for an attack. And the order of attack spread in silence. The number of people on the cloth moved.

“Have you come all this way to make fun of your tongue? Have you come to ask for forgiveness for your rudeness? ”

“It's the gatekeeper who should be asking for forgiveness. ”

“I don't know what you're talking about. There was just a misunderstanding. ”

The sword is drawn, snarling. I had no reason to hold my tongue for long. I came out here anyway, ignoring the cause and the Dory. There is no benefit to mixing long words. The blood draws in a big breath. His heart quietly beats in front of the fight.

“Misunderstanding. Misunderstanding.”

Azin raises his hand, muttering in a low voice. Four hundred Unsullied draw their weapons. The knife rings coldly. In the open plains, two groups face each other. Four hundred cloths. The number was more than twice as different, but he was beaten.

“Bullshit. ”

I smiled and said it, and his face distorted. “The kid's got a big mouth. I pulled out your tongue myself...” The words of the blood stopped.

“Fuck.”

He laughs, and Azin walks forward. His cheeks flutter and tremble. I was insulted by the younger generation for a long time, so I couldn't smile. “Foul play..!” One man's blood spits out while grinding his teeth, while simultaneously raising his hand up.

“Advance!”

A loud shout erupted. A thousand unarmed men rushed in unison. It was not inadequate to say that it was spectacular to run across the plains, each with its own scenery. Azin takes a low breath. He didn't order a march. Heave-ho! A dark armor wrapped around my arms and legs.

“You're an ant.”

The mumbling horse, Azin, plunges into the ground. Not only the Thousand Armed Forces, but the lightning strikes with speed. One blood sample opens its eyes wide as if it were ridiculous, watching the pain running alone. In that gaze, Ajin hurled himself up into the ground. His hand went into Azin's arms.

“Sleep..”

I realized that I was going to cry out for the blood to stop, but it was faster for the pain to come out of my chest. The magical scroll tumbles down, and the ground shot from Azin's fingertips pierces the scroll. - Kuaang! A huge explosion exploded over the disciples' heads. One, two, three. A total of three explosions punctured the camp.

“Advance!”

Azin, who fell on the body that was swept away by the explosion, shouts. You don't stop. If you don't win, you don't start a war. The shadow beneath Azin's feet expands. And the disciples of the bloodline who had finished preparing came out of it. They were all newly recruited disciples from the blood group and the blood group. That is, everyone was a player. Ajin invites his disciples who can't come into Persian Shadow Castle, where they train freelancers on their way to Dara. Freedom was confined for a month, but the event of intersect warfare was the first in its history. Despite the inconvenience, I was able to participate.

“What the?! ”

One blood sample panicked and called out. The number of people who emerged from Azin's shadow reached 200. Four hundred and six hundred in an instant, they jumped into a hole created by the explosion. The face of the blood became cold. The magical scroll surprises you, but still holds you to the overwhelming advantage of the Passage.

“Don't panic! Bloodlines are a mess! Show me how fierce the sword at the Blade Gate is! ”

One blood gushed out and shouted. He draws his sword and slashes the disciple with a large slash. You roll the ground with five waists cut off by a single sword. “Scumbags!” One man's blood cries out. As if the name of Safa's third-generation master wasn't anonymous, he swung his sword like a storm and killed his disciple.

That was the moment. Kuaang! The ground shook as if it were an earthquake. As you swing your sword, the blood stops and looks at you. The Red Devil rises to his feet. His face was frozen. It was that strange shaman I saw at the Butterfly Ball.

Thousands of horses began to run wild.