The Heroic Spirit Lord of the Old World

Smoke fills the air, the old sword stands on the ground, the posture of a dragon in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood The wind and clouds are surging, the elements are restless, and they are chanting spells piously and coldly. Climbing over mountains and ridges, hiding in the jungle, the fingers of the long bow and arrows hooking the string The holy light shines, illuminating the heaven and earth, the mithril armor and the raised scepter The ancient secret book that remembers the majestic appearance of heroes slowly turns the pages There is no longer an ironclad war between the lines. Looking around, do you remember how many 648 you spent? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.