In early spring, the Sicilian plains are already full of spring, but the north wind is still a piece of ice and snow. If it were in the past, on such days, there would be few people on the snowy land. However, the north wind is now on the wilderness.
, but it was already lively. Teams of fully armed soldiers trekking hard on the snowfield and gathering towards the nearest city. Magicians roared past the sky from time to time.
The holy war against the Great Xia Kingdom has begun. Every soldier on the snow field is extremely excited, his eyes full of fanaticism. Defeating the Xia Kingdom will not only allow the Lord's glory to spread throughout the human world, but also the Lord
We have already said that every soldier will obtain a piece of land of his own. It is not that the frozen soil that can only be planted in one season on the wasteland, but that it is a fertile land that is green and fertile in all seasons!
The soldiers had no idea when they could arrive at the battlefield, nor did they know how big the Luoyang Desert was. However, they didn't care about these things at all, and those were things that only the lords would worry about.
"For the Holy Tower! For the Rakshasa!"
"For the Holy Tower! For the Rakshasa!"
The loud voice kept ringing in the snow field, alarming countless birds and beasts in the snow forest.
Beihai Town is located in the extreme north of the North Wind Wasteland, with a population of only a few hundred. The only lord is just a jazz, with a private guard of more than a dozen people. In this holy war, the lord of Beihai Town also received the order to be summoned, and Sir Ferguson hastily
Dozens of people were gathered among the townsmen, barely enough to gather a hundred people. These newly added guys didn't even have the simplest piece of leather armor, but they were all in high spirits. And the Jazz's guards were actually good.
Wherever we go, although everyone has a pair of leather armor, we can tell at a glance that they have used many generations of old antiques. The red-nosed Jazz himself only has a set of "ancient" chain armor, two meters long in his hand
The guns exuded the breath of history like chain armor.
Jazz has some concepts about distance. He knew that it would take at least 20 years to get his team to China. Judging from the average lifespan of people in the northern wasteland provinces, it is estimated that the team will be in the team at that time.
These guys usually die of old age. But now all he needs to do is bring his people to the mage tower in the county city. As for what to do after arriving in the county city, there will naturally be a Baron to deal with it.
The red-nose jazz knelt outside the mage tower in the town with 100 soldiers. The beautiful female mage was sending the Lord's blessings to the warriors.
The female mage is tall and has a beautiful face. Her blue eyes are as pure as the sea, her delicate skin is bright and white, and her tall body is hidden in the wide water-blue magic robe. Her whole person is filled with a noble and holy atmosphere.
"Warriors, the omnipotent Lord will illuminate the path under your feet, and the Lord's glory will always be with you! Go forward, for the Holy Tower and for the Rakshasa!" The female mage said incredibly solemnly, and at the same time, she gently waved the staff in her hand.
Then, the soft holy light instantly covered the jazz and one hundred soldiers. Feeling the power of the holy light, every soldier was instantly filled with fighting spirit!
"For the Holy Tower! For the Rakshasa!" The jazz stood up in the holy light, drew his sword and roared.
"For the Holy Tower! For the Rakshasa!" The hundred soldiers stood up and roared with arms raised!
"Start!" The red-nosed jazz roared, gently lifted the reins of the horse, and left. The eyes of the hundred soldiers were full of fanaticism and followed in chaos.
When all the soldiers disappeared at the end of the town, the holy expression on the female mage's face disappeared, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked at the air and smiled: "Brother, I know you are here! Come out!"
A trembling slightly in the void, a black-haired young man holding a spear appeared in the air and slowly landed in front of the female mage, looking at the female mage and said affectionately: "Qing'er..."
"Don't call me Qing'er, I said I'm Qingjin!" The female mage glanced at the black-haired young man with white eyes, then shouted in a coquettish voice, jumped into the young man's arms.
With the help of holding Yiren in his arms, Chen Yuxiang's heart was extremely warm. On his soul, the runes of the Concentric Lock also jumped happily, forming a strange resonance with the Concentric Lock in Qingjin's body.
On the banks of the ice sea, two people with souls hugged each other affectionately and were reluctant to part...
......
"Bang!"
Qing Jin knocked Chen Yuxiang out of his big hand that was stretched into his mage's robe, pushed him away with force, and gave him a coquettish look and said, "What are you doing! It's day now!"
"Hehe!" Chen Yuxiang smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? No one can see us anyway."
"No, I'm not used to it!" Qing Jin refused without hesitation and looked at Chen Yuxiang and said, "You came at the beginning of the holy war. Why did you come to me for? Has your memory of the robbers been restored?
Why is my strength so strong now that I can’t see through you? I’m a level 10 magician!”
"Qing'er, I'm here to find you because of this national war." Chen Yuxiang's face turned solemn, and he looked at Qing Jin and said seriously, "Rakshasa must not win this national war. I'm here to find you,
I want to take you out of here. Qing'er, come with me!"
"Brother, why do you say that we Rakshasa can't win?" Qing Jin smiled slightly, "I think we are very likely to win! Since Irina dares to launch the national war in advance, there must be her reason.
I am the deputy hall master of the Mage Temple. Now that the national war breaks out, how can I leave?"
Chen Yuxiang's voice became higher unconsciously: "Okay, even if Rakshasa can win, it will definitely be a tragic victory. It is very dangerous for you to participate in it. We come from other planes, and this is someone else's war.
, Let’s not get involved! We come to this world, but we have our mission, and we cannot take risks in such a war! Qing'er, listen to your words! Today, I must take you away!"
"No, I won't leave." Qing Jin's smile gradually dissipated, and his face became serious, "This is not your war, but this is my war. I am a Rakshasa man, brother!"
"Qing'er, don't be stupid!" Chen Yuxiang said with some annoyance, "I'll say it again, this is not our world! This is someone else's world! Why are you not pious enough to the Mage Tower? Just because you have a person from another plane
The baptism of the Rakshasa people has no effect on you! Qing'er, you must follow me today, anyway, I'm not at ease leaving you here alone!"
"Brother, I'm very happy that you can come today! But I must not leave!" A solemn look appeared on Qing Jin's face, pointing to the vast snow field in front of him and said, "Brother, I'm not pious enough to the Holy Tower,
But this is my home! The people on this land are all my tribe members. My body is covered with the same blood as them. My parents are both sleeping on this land. And Daxia
This war is a life-and-death battle. How can I leave by myself at such a moment?"
"But......"
"Brother, you don't have to persuade me." Qing Jin shook his head and said, "I believe what you said, and I also know that there is a concentric lock in my body. But I don't have the memory of my previous life, I just have that world in the illusion.
Some understanding, but in this life, I have more than 500 years of memory, and I also have a teacher who loves my parents and teaches me magic. My memories tell me that I am a Rakshasa person! I don’t want to be a Qinger,
I am just myself, I am just Qingjin! I don’t believe in the Holy Tower, I don’t believe in the Lord as omnipotent, nor do I believe in Lord Irina, nor do I want why people sacrifice their lives and leave behind their inheritance, but I am still a Rakshasa person
Ah! I am exactly the same as those I blessed just now. I cannot abandon my tribe at such a moment. So, I cannot follow you."
Chen Yuxiang looked at Qing Jin with a determined look on his face and felt very helpless. The woman in front of him was not sure which of Qing'er's three souls was reincarnated, but she obviously had a completely independent soul. She was Qing'er, but she
It's not exactly Qing'er!
Due to the existence of the Concentric Lock, she will not change her affection for herself, but in this war, she has her own position.
So, what should be your own position?
There is no doubt that China is likely to win in this national war, and that is exactly the result I expect. After all, in terms of the lives of the people, the situation of the Chinese people is definitely better than that of the Rakshasa people. But what if Luo is,
What if the Shrines win? Will they let them kill all the "pagans" and "unbelievers"? And will they and Qing Jin become in opposition at that time?
"Brother, don't worry about me. I won't leave Rakshasa here, but there is no danger for the time being!" Qing Jin saw Chen Yuxiang's depressed expression, walked over and leaned gently in his arms, and said softly, "This time, the Master Saint is the Saint of the Master this time
A large number of masters in the palace went to fight, but my name was not on the first batch of recruitment lists. Moreover, the Lord of the Palace also specifically asked me to stay here, saying that I was asking me to monitor the unbelievers and pagans in the ice sea. It was really
It's so strange! But I guess I'll be there in the next batch! Brother, if you're fine, please stay here for me during this period! OK?"
"Don't you have to go out for the moment?" Chen Yuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was okay. The decisive factor in the victory or defeat of this war was the collision between Xia Ziyan and Irina. Wait until the collision ended
After that, the situation should be clear!
After the situation is clear, as long as Qing Jin is not hurt, it will not be too late to take her away.
But now, can I stay with her? There is no doubt that I can't.
I don’t know if the three souls have been fusion in the city of Holy Light. Pompei hides the secret of the Void Prison in Yu Zhen City, Qi Ruo in Luoyang City, and four little beauties on Jinding Peak.
Lan Ping'er on Danyang Mountain... these are all things she needs to protect. Especially the few beauties, no matter which one is hurt, Chen Yuxiang cannot forgive him.
"I knew you wouldn't leave it for me." Qing Jin saw Chen Yuxiang's expression ease, but hesitated again. He couldn't help but pout in dissatisfaction and said, "You are the Chinese Wudang Sect in this life.
I'm afraid that there are a few Aman Baoer in the Wudang Sect! I've left Wudang Mountain in recent years and I'm afraid I'll show mercy everywhere! Brother, go! Qing'er in the past will not care about you in these things.
I will not care about you!" After saying that, my body twisted and walked to the shore of the ice sea, no longer looking at Chen Yuxiang.
Chen Yuxiang looked at Qing Jin's back and felt confused. He only thought about protecting these women who like him, but never expected such a situation.
Qing Jin has his own position and is not willing to leave him. So what about other women? Will Yiyi be willing to leave Irina? Will Ning Xiaomei be willing to leave Ning Fatty and Nie Xiaoqian? Shangguan Binger and Xie Luying are willing to leave Wudang Sect
Is it? Will Lan Ping'er leave Danyang Mountain?
At this moment, Chen Yuxiang suddenly remembered an old song before entering the world of cultivation in his hometown of China: "I looked left and right and right, and it turned out that every girl was not simple / I thought about it and guessed it and guessed it and guessed it, girl
What a strange thing to worry about, hey, it's strange~~~~”