Chapter 1103

The dark sky is dark and silent because of the energy deposition of the abyss. The thick blood clouds are squeezing every inch of the sunshine that breaks away from the clouds. The dusky air seems to be falling to the ground. Only a few clear and dazzling light columns, like chains connecting heaven and earth, bring some light to the world from the cracks of the clouds.

This scene is too gloomy and cold. The gloomy feeling is chaotic and dull, and the cold feeling is the stabbing pain of the blade. This repressive atmosphere makes the whole world seem to fall into the end of the world, full of despair, and the sickly wilderness is like dying slowly under the chaos.

This is the outermost position of the devil invasion, and it is also a miserable land that has been infiltrated by the abyss breath. All the low-level creatures who have no time to leave the great plain quickly become monsters with deformed bodies after the cracks appear. Even after more than a month's self destruction, those mutated wild animals and plants and vent their destruction everywhere The demons of desire are almost dead.

As for now There is no "now" on the kalams border.

Now it is not so much the occupied area of demons as a total wasteland. Moreover, it is a terrible ruins that only "legendary scavengers" are qualified to step on. It is believed that even if all the abyss fissures will be closed one day, this wasteland will have to rely on the recognition of morning star level casters or clergymen Only through real transformation can the normal ecological balance be restored.

"It's a terrible disaster. It's a sad heart. Evil monsters invade this land that should be full of beauty and vitality. However, none of the legendary professionals in the whole plane of Phelan is willing to fight against evil in order to protect their homeland. Even the powerful Morningstar mage has to obstruct others to save the poor innocent life Life Alas...... "

The sad side sighed and squatted on the cold dust land, watching the dark red in the soil and the light red ice in the cold wind interweave with each other. Iberfield, the "female warrior God" with half closed eyelids, could not help stretching out his hand and gently brushing the cracked earth.

The bright silver hand armor blocks the touch of the girl's skin, and the faint air waves block the erosion of the abyss energy. Even if a small piece of ice on the surface is wiped clean, iberfield still doesn't feel any warmth of normal life in the dust.

Here, only the devil worm virus from the abyss is slowly creeping in the blood red energy, they devour life, they erode the soul, these little demons are constantly swallowing all the things they have the ability to swallow to strengthen themselves.

When they grow and mature, the lowest and most basic abyssal creature "abyssal worm" will be reborn on a scarlet carpet. At that time, this sudden disaster will expand its own pace and stride towards every clean natural land around.

Just as life can find a way out, evil can always find a way out, because they all have one thing in common, that is, they will do whatever they want for the sake of their interests.

However, in the face of the evil power of "always finding a way out", where should those "brave" who stick to justice take advantage of the shining blade?

"Nvwushen" doesn't know the answer. She is just a righteous girl who sticks to her own innocence. What she can do is to purify all the "ququmai" she can find, grind them, use fighting spirit to make high-temperature baked hard bread, and bring them back to the horaka defense line.

No matter how long such relief rations can last, whether they will be targeted by the "long river of destiny" for helping ordinary people on such a large scale, and no matter how many pairs of invisible eyes are eyeing behind them, the compassionate fighters will not be pessimistic and give up.

She is a strong willed legendary "female warrior God"!

However

What if the evil that finds its way out is not satisfied with the fact that it is rampant in the desolate ice field and between the wind and the wind, and it also finds the little good that hides and "amuses itself"?

“…………”

Excuse me, are you miss iberfield Marta, the legendary female warrior?

The gloomy air gradually solidified because of the sudden drop in temperature, and eberfeld, who was panting and controlling a large oven built by burning air, quietly stopped his work at hand.

She carefully stuffed all the hundreds of tons of hard bread that had just been baked to half into the small inferior storage ring, then wiped the sweat on her forehead. With a friendly smile, the beautiful girl turned around and said to a man standing in front of her: "Hello, I'm iberfield Marta, but I'm not anything As a matter of fact, even the exaggerated title of "the legendary female warrior God" is just a joke of my friends in their spare time. If necessary, just call me iberfield.

Kind girls always treat people like this, gentle and polite. Although the young man who is standing like a pillar in front of her now looks very decadent in a big, loose and a little ragged devil's skin robe, the polite "female warrior" will not be upset because of the appearance of the strangers who are talking with her I'm not happy.This is true, aristocratic politeness, as well as the friendliness of professionals belonging to the good camp. This kind of politeness and friendliness only depends on the quality of the interlocutors themselves, and has nothing to do with the identity and status of the interlocutors. I believe that even the man who is using a hoarse voice to ask questions is not a legendary professional who is full of obscure legends It's an ordinary farmer in the field, and iberfield's attitude won't be much different from today's.

Of course, politeness belongs to politeness, and kindness belongs to kindness. A "just girl" with rich life experience and normal IQ will not relax her vigilance just because the stranger she meets "seems" not aggressive.

In fact, at the same time of answering, the muscular "nvwushen" has secretly put her fingers on the hilt of the sword at her waist.

"Excuse me, Mr. legendary warfighter, what's the matter with you coming here to see me? Now the kalames empire is in a state of war, and many innocent poor people are starving in the cold wind of winter. I need to make every effort to clean up the wheat and send it to the horaka defense line. If you are willing to join the "phalan Guardian alliance" to contribute to the great cause of justice, you can follow this road to milalo Go down the road to mocha, where Mr. Augustine, our "temporary leader", is stationed.

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