Chapter 611

Not all poets can be called poets, just as not all magicians can be called casters.

At this time, the "prophecy epic" placed in the hands of punk is obviously not a "poem", at least From the perspective of punk, this so-called "epic" is a thing that puts together a bunch of bad words. If it wasn't for considering that these words may contain some suggestive information, punk wouldn't read this kind of thing that "can't be called art, but should be hard as art"!

When the paper was paved, a long poem in ancient Byron was clearly written on the delicate parchment in bright orange ink in the dim moonlight:

"there is a small town on the border of hatak kingdom.

There is a young man in a small town called Xiaguang.

The warrior named "ganatika" was born in ordinary days.

But his future is destined to be magnificent and turbulent!

The kind and kind townspeople moisten the friendly spirit of the "brave".

The hard and poor life cultivates the strong will of the "brave".

The extraordinary talent makes it possible for the brave to become excellent soldiers.

The exploitation of greedy nobles planted a fire of resistance in the heart of the "brave".

The ruler's busy must have negligence, even if it is like the sun's Brilliance will not shine on the wormwood in the mud.

One day in the future, the boy named ganatika will surely light a prairie fire in the name of "kindness".

He's going to help the army that's been ignored.

He will lead the hungry and the cold poor,

he will assassinate the decadent royal family,

he will Face the legend behind the scenes.

Perhaps this light of fire is destined to end in the middle of extinction.

But the pathetic empire will also collapse in the flames!

“………… I really don't know if the artistic taste of the people in the so-called "epic" and "silent alliance" is worse than me? This kind of thing can also be proud to show off?

With the evaluation of the caster without emotion fluctuation and the white fingers closed gently, the parchment burned out of thin air under the infusion of magic. The writhing flame ignited the words on the paper, and the hot embers disappeared along the breeze, and then disappeared into the depth of the night.

In fact, it's true that since punk already knows the script of "the long river of destiny", the wise caster will not let this "third rate epic" be staged in his own "farm". On the contrary, on the plane of Phelan, there is not only his own family that has a huge number of hidden dangers and decadent aristocracy, so he will let ganatika, the "fuse" to trigger hidden dangers, go to other people's home“ Blow up the gas tank.

As for the bombs in my home Punk will only indifferently say that as long as the bomb is not ignited, it is just a simple iron knot. Now its top priority is to "mercilessly entrap people and transfer disaster", rather than deal with a bunch of worthless iron knots!

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