Chapter 177： The mourning of the Cyclops
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In the forest path of Jufeng Mountain, a group of mighty Cyclops is shuttled through it.
At this time, almost every one-eyed giant here is covered with countless scars and scars, large and small, which looks shocking.
Even though their faces were already full of tired looks at the moment, it still couldn't stop them from moving forward.
For there is their warm home ahead of the road;
Because their families are waiting for their triumph at home;
Waiting for them to bring back the exciting news of the victory in the anti-magic war.
At the forefront of the team, the Cyclops a year ago asked a sturdy Cyclops beside him:
"Father, are we really worth it?"
Although it was not the first time to ask, the young Cyclops still couldn't help but ask.
Recalling that the Cyclops Clan dispatched nearly tens of thousands of combat power to support the entire clan, and now there are only a few thousand people who have returned alive, not even one-tenth of the original number.
When he thought that the sacrificed Cyclops included his beloved elders and friends who grew up together, the young Cyclops had a sad expression on his face.
Kanmora looked at his son sadly and said with emotion:
"I've said it many times, Moda, and this is the last time I'll answer your question."
"If we can't even protect our own homeland, when the demons rule the continent, how many people in our ethnic group do you think will be free from the evil hands of the demons?"
Looking at the silent child, Canmora continued:
"The answer is: no."
Then Canmora murmured to himself as if explaining to the child and comforting himself:
"Sacrifice now in exchange for peace in the future is the only way to keep our community alive."
"If everyone was timid and unwilling to use all their strength, it wouldn't end up like what we're seeing now."
As Kanmora said, he suddenly raised his head to look at the blue sky outside through the branches, and sighed in his heart:
"How many races have been annihilated in this war; how many strong men of all races have fallen in this war;"
Unconsciously, Canmora's one eye was covered with a layer of fog, and he said softly:
"Who's going to ask if they're worth it?"
"Father!"
Kammoda looked at his father deeply moved.
This was the first time Kammoda felt such a sensitive and vulnerable side of him from his father.
The team behind them also stopped at this moment, and everyone looked at the figure covered in blood.
At this moment, he was no longer the fearless steel **** of war on the battlefield, but just an ordinary patriarch.
An ordinary giant who felt sorry for the catastrophe of the Hundred Races.
When a group of people, led by Canmora, entered the teleportation array through the stone cave with a good vision for the future.
I thought that at the other end of the teleportation array, there were clansmen who were waiting for him to wash away the dust for everyone.
However, everything in front of him made Canmora's one-sided eye of the iron-blooded man instantly burst into tears.
When the one-eyed giants returned to the land they had been thinking about day and night, the screams of pain instantly resounded between the heavens and the earth.
"Who did this!"
Kanmora's one eye was burning with anger, and he roared vigorously.
Even in the face of millions of monsters from the Demon Race;
Even if you are in danger again and again;
Even if it is faced with life and death countless times;
Even the one-eyed clan almost died in the anti-magic battlefield...
Canmora has always been calm.
But it is such a man who is not afraid of life and death, but after seeing the scene in front of him, a huge flame ignited in his chest.
At this moment, the Cyclops screamed in pain and rushed towards the village that had been razed to the ground.
"Father, mother~"
"My son!"
...
In a dark and damp water prison, Lin Yi and the others listened to Kammoda's story with incomparable emotion.
Several girls present were already in tears, and even the ignorant Wang Zixin was infected with sadness.
Although truth Kyoko often comes here to chat with Kanmoda.
But it was the first time I heard Kammoda say these words.
Perhaps it was from a woman's sixth sense, Kyoko Maru looked at Kammoda in disbelief and asked cautiously:
"Who did this? Demons?"
Marri Kyoko would love to hear Kammoda say yes.
But to the disappointment of Kyoko truth, Kammoda glanced at Kyoko truth apologetically, and then said this secret that has been hidden for hundreds of years:
...
"Yaki tribe!"
Kanmora looked at the figure that came from the sky in disbelief, and asked with endless anger in his one eye:
"You did it?"
In the void, a ghostly man with eight snake heads on his head said in a gloomy tone:
"Yes, I did it."
"Why!"
Before the other party's voice fell, Canmora asked with an angry roar.
It was difficult for him to understand that they were also one of the hundreds of tribes in the Lafam Continent. Even if they didn't fight against the demons on the battlefield, why would they be so ruthless against their own tribe behind their backs.
Incomprehensible, incomprehensible!
Canmora's one eye instantly turned red.
"Boom"
The body instantly turned into a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the ghostly man and roared:
"Death to me!"
Kammoda saw it below, and cried out in grief:
"Father!"
An iron fist was burning with flames and came straight to the gate of Yakimen.
After the other party did such a thing, Canmora no longer needed any explanation.
Because even if there is a reasonable explanation, it cannot be forgiven by Canmora.
At this moment, between the Cyclops and the other side, there is only immortality.
As the patriarch of the Cyclops clan, Canmora has a powerful demigod-level strength.
In terms of strength, Canmora and Yaki are actually on a par.
But now Canmora's body has not recovered from the huge wear and tear of the anti-magic war.
How can such a Canmora be an opponent of Yagi in its heyday?
Unsurprisingly, Yaki easily dodged the attack from Canmora.
After the punch failed, Canmora, who was about to continue the pursuit, suddenly felt a huge pain in his abdomen.
Yaqi suddenly appeared in front of Canmora, and at this moment Yaqi's hand-shaped fist was in Canmora's abdomen.
Like a meteorite that fell from the sky, Canmora slammed into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, in a huge pothole, Canmora stood up embarrassedly.
He stared at the arrogant figure in the air with one eye congested,
"One day, I want you, the Eight Qi clan, to pay with blood and blood!"
Then no one expected that Kanmoda just watched Kanmora rush to the nearby Yaqi Castle and blew himself up.
That piercing howl from Yachi, the huge explosion that resounded through the heavens and the earth, even if hundreds of years have passed.
At this moment, the sound was still in my ears, and it echoed in Kammoda's ears all the time.
As the leader of the Cyclops clan, he did not die on the battlefield of fighting demons, but died in the hands of his own people who were also of the same clan. How sad!
In the forest path of Jufeng Mountain, a group of mighty Cyclops is shuttled through it.
At this time, almost every one-eyed giant here is covered with countless scars and scars, large and small, which looks shocking.
Even though their faces were already full of tired looks at the moment, it still couldn't stop them from moving forward.
For there is their warm home ahead of the road;
Because their families are waiting for their triumph at home;
Waiting for them to bring back the exciting news of the victory in the anti-magic war.
At the forefront of the team, the Cyclops a year ago asked a sturdy Cyclops beside him:
"Father, are we really worth it?"
Although it was not the first time to ask, the young Cyclops still couldn't help but ask.
Recalling that the Cyclops Clan dispatched nearly tens of thousands of combat power to support the entire clan, and now there are only a few thousand people who have returned alive, not even one-tenth of the original number.
When he thought that the sacrificed Cyclops included his beloved elders and friends who grew up together, the young Cyclops had a sad expression on his face.
Kanmora looked at his son sadly and said with emotion:
"I've said it many times, Moda, and this is the last time I'll answer your question."
"If we can't even protect our own homeland, when the demons rule the continent, how many people in our ethnic group do you think will be free from the evil hands of the demons?"
Looking at the silent child, Canmora continued:
"The answer is: no."
Then Canmora murmured to himself as if explaining to the child and comforting himself:
"Sacrifice now in exchange for peace in the future is the only way to keep our community alive."
"If everyone was timid and unwilling to use all their strength, it wouldn't end up like what we're seeing now."
As Kanmora said, he suddenly raised his head to look at the blue sky outside through the branches, and sighed in his heart:
"How many races have been annihilated in this war; how many strong men of all races have fallen in this war;"
Unconsciously, Canmora's one eye was covered with a layer of fog, and he said softly:
"Who's going to ask if they're worth it?"
"Father!"
Kammoda looked at his father deeply moved.
This was the first time Kammoda felt such a sensitive and vulnerable side of him from his father.
The team behind them also stopped at this moment, and everyone looked at the figure covered in blood.
At this moment, he was no longer the fearless steel **** of war on the battlefield, but just an ordinary patriarch.
An ordinary giant who felt sorry for the catastrophe of the Hundred Races.
When a group of people, led by Canmora, entered the teleportation array through the stone cave with a good vision for the future.
I thought that at the other end of the teleportation array, there were clansmen who were waiting for him to wash away the dust for everyone.
However, everything in front of him made Canmora's one-sided eye of the iron-blooded man instantly burst into tears.
When the one-eyed giants returned to the land they had been thinking about day and night, the screams of pain instantly resounded between the heavens and the earth.
"Who did this!"
Kanmora's one eye was burning with anger, and he roared vigorously.
Even in the face of millions of monsters from the Demon Race;
Even if you are in danger again and again;
Even if it is faced with life and death countless times;
Even the one-eyed clan almost died in the anti-magic battlefield...
Canmora has always been calm.
But it is such a man who is not afraid of life and death, but after seeing the scene in front of him, a huge flame ignited in his chest.
At this moment, the Cyclops screamed in pain and rushed towards the village that had been razed to the ground.
"Father, mother~"
"My son!"
...
In a dark and damp water prison, Lin Yi and the others listened to Kammoda's story with incomparable emotion.
Several girls present were already in tears, and even the ignorant Wang Zixin was infected with sadness.
Although truth Kyoko often comes here to chat with Kanmoda.
But it was the first time I heard Kammoda say these words.
Perhaps it was from a woman's sixth sense, Kyoko Maru looked at Kammoda in disbelief and asked cautiously:
"Who did this? Demons?"
Marri Kyoko would love to hear Kammoda say yes.
But to the disappointment of Kyoko truth, Kammoda glanced at Kyoko truth apologetically, and then said this secret that has been hidden for hundreds of years:
...
"Yaki tribe!"
Kanmora looked at the figure that came from the sky in disbelief, and asked with endless anger in his one eye:
"You did it?"
In the void, a ghostly man with eight snake heads on his head said in a gloomy tone:
"Yes, I did it."
"Why!"
Before the other party's voice fell, Canmora asked with an angry roar.
It was difficult for him to understand that they were also one of the hundreds of tribes in the Lafam Continent. Even if they didn't fight against the demons on the battlefield, why would they be so ruthless against their own tribe behind their backs.
Incomprehensible, incomprehensible!
Canmora's one eye instantly turned red.
"Boom"
The body instantly turned into a cannonball, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the ghostly man and roared:
"Death to me!"
Kammoda saw it below, and cried out in grief:
"Father!"
An iron fist was burning with flames and came straight to the gate of Yakimen.
After the other party did such a thing, Canmora no longer needed any explanation.
Because even if there is a reasonable explanation, it cannot be forgiven by Canmora.
At this moment, between the Cyclops and the other side, there is only immortality.
As the patriarch of the Cyclops clan, Canmora has a powerful demigod-level strength.
In terms of strength, Canmora and Yaki are actually on a par.
But now Canmora's body has not recovered from the huge wear and tear of the anti-magic war.
How can such a Canmora be an opponent of Yagi in its heyday?
Unsurprisingly, Yaki easily dodged the attack from Canmora.
After the punch failed, Canmora, who was about to continue the pursuit, suddenly felt a huge pain in his abdomen.
Yaqi suddenly appeared in front of Canmora, and at this moment Yaqi's hand-shaped fist was in Canmora's abdomen.
Like a meteorite that fell from the sky, Canmora slammed into the ground, causing the ground to tremble.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, in a huge pothole, Canmora stood up embarrassedly.
He stared at the arrogant figure in the air with one eye congested,
"One day, I want you, the Eight Qi clan, to pay with blood and blood!"
Then no one expected that Kanmoda just watched Kanmora rush to the nearby Yaqi Castle and blew himself up.
That piercing howl from Yachi, the huge explosion that resounded through the heavens and the earth, even if hundreds of years have passed.
At this moment, the sound was still in my ears, and it echoed in Kammoda's ears all the time.
As the leader of the Cyclops clan, he did not die on the battlefield of fighting demons, but died in the hands of his own people who were also of the same clan. How sad!
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