The original power is intoxicating, and it can't help but bring into the cruel and bloody dance of life, the spirit is tense, as if the internal organs will be torn apart, and the brain will be eaten up. The sons of the gods are about to die in this great hall. The spears pierced the chests of the warriors, the heads of the warriors were torn off, and the hall was filled with hot blood. Rattle in the munching of the monster, a formidable foe whose fangs will pierce through the individual's chest. But this should not frighten Beowulf, the bravest of warriors and the best of warriors. There are countless monsters killing people in front of you, what to fear! It's just a beast, if you find the gate of life, why not worry about it. Why fear? Fear does not belong to the warrior. Our hero, who never hesitated even in the most dangerous moments, fixed his firm eyes on the monster, constantly searching for the enemy's weakness, preparing for the blow that would end everything. No weapon in hand? Muscles are strength, fists are weapons. This monster has no penis, damn it! Haha, it can't stand roaring. Our hero, crawling naked on the monster's head, smashed the monster's heart - its fragile ears. This is the chanting of power, and the firelight reflects the solid muscles of the hero, punching the head of this supernatural monster, like taming a mad bull, the monster slams around, the heavy table and chairs splash around, carry sparks, die Flames danced around the warrior, like an unyielding soul in a final battle with death.
The blood of the monster is flowing in the hands of this victor, what is there to be afraid of? What is there to fear? ! Now it's the monster that shudders, which will forever remember the last name it heard: Beowulf!
When victory is brought before the people, doubters will surrender, opponents will regret, and cowards will worship. With cheers, a new king will be born, leading them, arming them, cheering them up, saying goodbye to the crises of the past, and welcoming a happy future.
But our hero, it did not eliminate the crisis, he compromised with the devil, in exchange for the illusion of eternal peace, a monster dies, but the monster of war is endless. A battle without a hero is a slaughter, and a hero without a battle is a vicious king. After the slaughter of thousands of people, Wang returned triumphantly, and the seeds of sin in his youth would blossom into poisonous flowers that absorb blood.
Heroes will be reborn, heroes will die. Cut off the arm without the slightest hesitation, the long sword is gone? dagger! Short sword gone? Hand out! This is a true warrior! The dragon must die, the dragon will die, the dragon is dead.
Don't wait for the redemption of new heroes, it's just the reincarnation of the old disaster, end yourself, smash yourself to pieces! The corpse of the hero will burn, and that fire will not shine on sorrow, but hope. In the new century, the old world will die completely, and the courage of the hero will be sung forever.
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