Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

When Zhao Qianye saw Song Qingshu's slightly nervous expression and movements, he sighed secretly and murmured to himself: "How can there be any real peace in this world? There are just people who carry the burden for us."

He turned to look at his parents and saw the tears in their eyes. He felt very uncomfortable. As a son of man, his parents always have to worry about him. Even in the super-god world, if he had not transcended to become a demigod and understood the priesthood, he would

After passing these two most difficult hurdles on the road to becoming a god, your parents will always be worried about you.

"Aishinia, listen to my call, come out, come out, it's time to show off your supreme figure and superb martial arts skills..."

Song Qingshu looked down at the ground, with a fanatical expression, and shouted to the night elves on the earth, "Listen to Cunwu, the call of the Lord of the Night, come out, Aishnia, for Teldrassil!"

"My lord, your servant, Aishnia answers your call!"

A soft and melodious female voice sounded within the team of dwarves. Shadows squirmed out of the shadows of the dwarves like running water.

A group of strong and slender figures walked out of the shadows.

The leader is a tall, graceful female elf.

Aishiniya walked out of the team with elegant and sexy steps, twisting her sexy little butt.

She wore a tight-fitting dark black patterned hollow leather jacket, holding a light-collecting dagger in her hand, and her left hand held a shadow bow lingering with faint magic fluctuations.

Wearing a shadow cloak outside, the sexy and voluptuous tall figure is half-hidden and half-hidden in the cloak, making it even more imaginative. This night elf from the Dark Night Forest and the Teldrassil Empire is always so noble and elegant, even if

Even the murderous battlefield cannot conceal the elegance bursting out of her delicate body.

"Foolish dwarves, you have offended the honor of our Lord!"

Aishiniya raised her delicate little chin slightly, elegantly and arrogantly, and rebuked in a matter-of-fact tone, "Big man, do you know the price of angering my lord?"

Hammer Danbeth's eyes turned red when he saw the enemy who killed his own people, and he cursed angrily: "You damn shadows will be smashed to pieces. I will cut off your head and use it to die for me."

Revenge of compatriots.”

Aishinya chuckled, it was a sneer under the noble temperament, elegant and calm, "Stupid gray mist dwarf, you will pay the price for your words and deeds."

"Let's fight with honor! Elves from the Dark Night Forest, we will have a fair fight." Hammer Danbeth tightened his grip on the hammer and walked out of the array.

"As you wish, dwarf!"

Aishinia responded proudly, she is never timid in order to defend the glory and belief of our god, if it is worth it.

Feeling something, she looked up at the sky and looked in the direction of Song Qingshu on the viewing platform. Although she could not see the man she believed in, a thrilling beauty flowed in her clear pupils.

It was a pure look that could sacrifice one's life for each other's belief.

Everyone on the viewing platform understood the silent words in Aishnia's eyes, and they were shocked by Aishnia's pure faith.

A proud and elegant noble elf emits such a supreme and pure light of faith to a new person. What kind of faith and piety does it take to achieve such a thing?

Song Qingshu felt the faith flowing in Aishinya's eyes, excitedly clenched his fists, and shouted emotionally, "For Teldrassil!"

"For Teldrassil!"

The night elves shouted wildly and cheered with arms raised.

The clear and melodious female voice echoed in the sky above the Divine Realm, shocking everyone.

Iron Hammer Danbeth held the hammer and started running, his eyes showing strong murderous intent, as he wanted to avenge his dead compatriots.

Aishinia stood there, elegant and proud, the light-collecting dagger in her hand jumping and flipping between her slender fingers, like a beautiful dancing butterfly.

The two sides are ten feet apart!

Five feet!

The soldiers on both sides held their breath and concentrated, secretly cheering for their leader.

On the viewing platform, all the spectators looked to the ground. They were all attracted by the beauty of Aishnia, the night elf who, even though she was on the battlefield and was out of place here, still looked elegant and noble, as if she had something to tell her.

Endless story.

Three feet!

One foot!

Hammer Danbeth roared, swung the sledgehammer in his hand, and hit Aishinya on the head hard, "For my dead compatriots, suffer the smashing from the shadows!"

Sudden!

Aishnia moved.

The corners of her moist lips turned up, revealing an elegant yet sarcastic smile. She kicked off the ground with her feet, causing a splash of dust. Her strong and flexible figure twisted and swayed, like a flexible swimming fish.

to escape the ferocious hammer blows of Danbeth.

"puff!"

Like a thread threading through flowers, the sharp light-concentrating dagger is sent out gently, like a dancing and agile butterfly, gently sliding through the enemy's throat.

Hammer Danbeth rushed out of the distance, covering his throat, with some stubbornness and unwillingness, turned back and stared at the proud Aishiniya, and cursed: "Smash it, bitch..."

But before he finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground and twitched, and then...

die!

"No……"

The dwarves stared wide-eyed and roared in disbelief. They issued a final battle declaration for the dead leader, "For the leader, for the compatriots who died in battle, the dwarves of Gray Mist Ridge, pick up the weapons in your hands and avenge the leader."

, rush..."

The night elves who showed their figures were caught off guard by the untrustworthy gray mist dwarves and this sudden turn of events.

"Wang Shuang, why don't you let your troops stop?"

Song Qingshu watched his troops confront the vanguard of the dwarves, fighting together, and he was filled with rare anger.

If the night elves gave up their biggest advantage and faced off against the numerically superior Gray Mist Dwarves, they would obviously suffer a big loss. He would never allow this to happen.

Although Wang Shuang had already admitted in his heart that he had lost, he saw that the leader of his tribe died tragically at the hands of the night elves in such a depressing way that he actually turned his head to avoid Song Qingshu's gaze.

In his heart at this time, like the dwarves who were fighting a bloody battle below, he hoped to wash away the tragic death of his compatriots with blood. In this way, how could he make his tribe withdraw from the battlefield and let both sides shake hands and make peace?

On the viewing platform, everyone was in an uproar. They were both disdainful to the king and unworthy of Song Qingshu.

Li Ruolan turned to the class teacher of Class 5 and shouted: "Your student, he lost the game. Don't try to forget what you once said."

The head teacher of Class 5 was extremely angry with his students, but when he saw that the students were stubborn and wanted to avenge his fellow students, he acquiesced to Li Ruolan's statement.

"Our classmates have lost. No one will deny this, but I hope that by watching this complete game, I can put a complete end to the blood feud between the two groups."

War never starts when it starts and stops when it stops. Especially in the world of super gods, when this kind of racial war starts, there is usually no way to retreat. Only a complete victory can be resolved.