
Wings of the Bird
by Flowers Dance In The Clear Blue
About This Novel
The silver wind blows the blue clouds to cover the red sun, the melancholy elves sing in the ancient language in the disappeared forest, the skeletons hold up the rusty iron swords around the necromancer, and the tearful flying dragon falls rapidly to end the glorious movement of the dragon knight. This is the place where all things grow, and it is also the battlefield of angels and demons, but only light and darkness are seen. Power is the only belief of the superiors, and the ignorant subjects are just food for their games. The bloody fighting spirit roared and the power of life shattered the mage's chest. The dwarf's hands no longer had the strength to strike the forging echo with the hammer. The mad orcs fell in groups to achieve the bloody light of the forbidden curse. The knights' spears no longer pointed straight ahead, just because they could not believe the hostile gaze of the God of War. This is a battlefield between light and darkness, but only the rampant angels and demons are seen. Faith is the only power for the inferiors. When the gods tear off the sacred cloak, where will all living beings go?
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