Footsteps?

The elderly group subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, but they suddenly thought that this was impossible.

I remember Akara told them that although the Holy See Mountain has been parked in the stronghold, it remains suspended off the ground and ready for war at any time.

The tremors on the ground could not be conveyed to the Holy See Hill.

So what is this thrilling tremor...

A tremor in the air?

Or a tremor of the soul?

Or is the whole world trembling?

The elderly group with superhuman wisdom, faced with the unknown oppression, also fell into confusion. They could not accurately judge where the tremor came from. They only felt that they were like fledglings in the tree hole. At this moment,

A huge brown bear is slowly approaching.

The giant beast's heavy breathing, heavy footsteps, and fierce breath seemed like the surrounding air was burning, filled with the smell of blood and murder, which made these fledglings, who had not even grown any feathers, feel deeply shocked and frightened.

In the eyes, the narrow tree hole is the whole world, and a palm of the brown bear can cover their sky.

As the tremors gradually approached, a faint outline appeared in the gray-brown distance. The imagination in my mind seemed to come true. It was a behemoth bigger than the Holy See Mountain under my feet. Every time I took a step and got closer, the entire field of vision became larger.

It will shake violently once. Those strange, sharp and ferocious distant mountains, in front of this outline, seem to have their sharp edges smoothed out in an instant. They are as docile as sheep, prostrate on the ground, and appear even smaller.

Humble, it sets off the outline that exudes overwhelming momentum, making it even taller.

It seems that its appearance has forcibly opened up the gray hell with no distinction between heaven and earth. The boundary between heaven and earth is its head and feet.

The weak feeling of the nestlings in the tree hole became more and more intense. The air was burning. The elderly group clearly saw that their bodies were destroyed inch by inch in the scorching heat and turned into ashes. At their age, "death" was originally

The most taboo word, but at this moment, as they watched themselves turn into ashes, their hearts felt particularly peaceful.

The fear and taboo of death were firmly suppressed by another extraordinary feeling, or in other words, forcibly suppressed. The strong will ignored their wishes and feelings, directly penetrating and filling the brain, and the emotion of fear had not yet had time to arise.

Already homeless.

The reincarnation of life and death is like the flow of the four seasons, and the heaven and earth function as they should. For a moment, their thoughts and souls seemed to be separated from the body, reaching an unprecedented height. They looked down on the world, and their eyes seemed to touch the long

The long river of destiny.

When I came back to my senses, that transcendent feeling had disappeared without a trace, leaving only infinite melancholy and...

A huge creature has arrived nearby.

It was such a huge stuffed bear. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen it... no, to be honest, it was the first time I'd seen it that big.

Even if he played Shattered Void in Rogge Camp, his size at that time was far less than what he is now. What does this mean? Could it be that his strength has increased a lot in this short period of time?

The group of elders held their breath and opened their mouths wide, like fish swimming out of the water. They felt that the air around them had solidified. Even if they tried their best, they could not breathe at all - every inch of space within a radius of ten miles seemed to be covered by what was in front of them.

Filled with the aura of a huge stuffed bear.

Behind it, there followed a dense group of [little ants], the largest of which was no more than a small mouse at the feet of a ragdoll bear.

If the existence of the ragdoll bears were eliminated from this picture, and only these [little ants] were left, the moment the elders noticed them, they would already be in despair.

This is such a huge monster army, exuding an overwhelmingly powerful aura. It is clearly a disaster-level monster siege. Under the impact of this torrent of monsters, Holy See Mountain will never be able to hold on for five minutes.

However, the ragdoll bear was added to the picture, and the monster army was still the same monster army. There was no change at all, but the psychology of the elderly group was completely different.

Humble, insignificant, funny.

What a pitiful little ant. Maybe the stuffed bear could trample half of them to death if his foot slips.

Look at their humble postures, following the stuffed bears, bending down as if crawling on the ground, and looking at their awe and fear in their eyes. The senior group absolutely believes that if the stuffed bears come back at this time,

If you go too far, crush them one by one to ensure that no monster will resist or even escape.

Absolute surrender, absolute domination.

I see.

The old men suddenly realized something that originally caused them to be mentally confused, and they even thought, "Maybe humans are also from the hell race, so they can be accepted by such a huge army of monsters," and "Maybe the Holy See Mountain has rebelled and joined the forces of hell.

"Such an illusion is not willing to accept, or it is a reality that is incomprehensible.

Why would an army of millions of hells, which far exceeds the strength of the Alliance, join the small Holy See Mountain under the Alliance? This is unreasonable. Looking at history and common sense, it is impossible to explain it even if the three views are subverted.

However, when they saw the ragdoll bear and an army of pug-like monsters behind it, they were so easily convinced and suddenly enlightened about this stubborn perception that they could not change even if they admitted that they were mentally ill.

It turns out that this is the strong man with four wings.

A strong man with four wings can do whatever he wants.

The so-called army of millions of monsters is also so humble in front of the four-winged powerhouse.

It turns out that the alliance really has an army of millions of monsters... No, what is more important is that it has four-winged strong men!

Things that have been known for a long time, but only when they are truly seen and violently shocked in the heart, can they have a correct understanding and realize how powerful the four-winged powerhouse is. It is definitely not what they thought before.

The gap between them is just a tiny bit bigger.

Otherwise, it would not be a natural chasm that distinguishes the Silver Age from the Bronze Age.

It turns out that these monsters are really our own people.

And it seems that the savior has brought more monsters this time.

Gradually, a reassuring smile appeared on the faces of the elderly group, and the original worries and confusion were all swept away at this time.

Perhaps, the best of times is really coming.

Perhaps, the distance is not far away, and I might be able to live until then and witness history with my own eyes. What could be more important than this?

In the blink of an eye, the huge ragdoll bear that made the mountains give way had disappeared out of thin air.

There is an extra person on the bow of the boat. He is wearing a black cloak and is unremarkable. From appearance to temperament, he is ordinary, which perfectly explains the attributes of a passerby.

"Hey, all the patriarchs are here. We're very welcome." After staring at these white-bearded old men and old ladies for a few seconds, I waved in a lively tone, hoping to liven up the silent atmosphere.

But it doesn’t look like the effect is that good. Sure enough, it needs to be more serious, with a murderous look like a strong man’s eyes?

"Ahem, dear Wu, don't blame us for coming uninvited, it's already the best greeting." Akara coughed lightly, finally waking up the group of elderly people around him.

They had been looking at it just now, connecting the plain face in front of them with the image of the destroyed fields just now.

It turns out that the two are actually not that difficult to combine.

Their original inherent cognition made them feel that mortals and heroes were incompatible with each other. Since they were heroes, they must have a unique side that could be distinguished from ordinary people at a glance.

After seeing this face and experiencing two completely different temperaments, they discovered that heroes can also be so ordinary.

No, it's not that his perception is wrong. Perhaps, this is what makes him a hero different from ordinary people and even other heroes.

There is no sense of distance that one can only look up at, and there is no terrifying aura that cannot be completely eliminated even if it is tried hard to cover up. Even a child with a simple mind and the keenest intuition can easily get close to the earthy smell that is blown up by the wind.

Under the cloak, hide and seek in circles.

Even in the form of a ragdoll bear, it can be transformed into the camp’s mascot.

It can be attacked or received, it can be fierce or cute, it can be cold or close, it can save the world, and it can also be used as a mascot. This is the self-cultivation of being the savior of the new era. If you do it, you can do it, but if you can't, don't do it.

The originally dry and inconsistent image suddenly became plump.

Speaking of which, it was also Akala's fault for protecting him like a treasure, so that these clan leaders did not dare to have direct contact with him, even the closely related Edward family, for fear of causing misunderstandings in the alliance.

Observation from a distance and description with words cannot support such a seemingly contradictory but extremely unique savior.

That's right, his biggest feature is that he has no unique features. Who can imagine this out of thin air?

Akara's slight cough interrupted the self-awareness of these clan leaders. It's great to be able to learn new knowledge at such an old age.

At this time, one by one reacted and respectfully expressed that they did not dare, and that they should greet them themselves.

Although there is already a passerby savior in front of him who has no momentum, the witty old man will no longer be deceived by his harmless appearance. Omitting all prefixes, what is in front of him is guaranteed to be genuine, and you will pay ten for a fake.

The strongest man in the alliance, one prince among all races, and the only savior of the continent.

Maybe ordinary people can, but they who are smart will never.

Therefore, ordinary people can get along with the savior, hold hands, laugh and curse, but these patriarchs will never be able to.

As the huge and powerful ragdoll bear disappeared, the atmosphere soothed and ripples bloomed, the elderly group suddenly came back to their senses. It turned out that they were no longer the only protagonists on the deck. With the return of the real owner,

With this as the center, more and more people are gathering here.
Chapter completed!