Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The team raced past, the sound of hooves echoing loudly in the quiet night sky. Along the way, the citizens, upon seeing the figure - Mario, the hero and leader of the Mushroom Kingdom, personally leading the team into battle, involuntarily knelt to the ground. Their eyes were filled with worry and awe, praying, "May fortune favor the brave!"
Under the cover of night, distant fires burned like signals, signaling the beginning of war to everyone. As the team continued to advance, more and more villagers stood by the roadside, their eyes filled with both fear of the unknown and infinite trust in Mario the hero. Their gaze followed that resolute figure, their reliance and their guardian.
On the way to the eastern border, the team passed through fields affected by the war, dilapidated houses, and remnants of battle. The burning farmhouses, traces of life scattered on the ruins, and the terrified refugees all revealed the brutality of the war.
On Mario's face, there was determination and calmness. He knew that his decision and his expedition would directly affect countless lives. He couldn't afford the slightest hesitation. In order to protect every person in the Mushroom Kingdom, he had to remain steadfast.
When the team finally arrived at the front line, the flames were no longer distant flickers, but a raging fire at their doorstep. Every soldier's face was filled with exhaustion and determination. They knew that with Mario and Luigi's arrival, they were not alone. Regardless of the outcome of this war, they would face it together.
Mario stood on horseback, his gaze fixed ahead like a torch. The once sturdy border stronghold was now engulfed in flames, turning the night sky a fiery red. The soldiers struggled between the fire and the enemy, their figures flickering in the firelight, each flicker a testament to their fight against death.
The attacks of Slowpoke and Chespin surged like a tide, their eyes filled with anger and killing intent, mercilessly tearing through every soldier blocking their path. The brutality of this war exceeded everyone's imagination, and life seemed so fragile in this moment.
Luigi, seeing this, burned with anger and quickly commanded the soldiers behind him to rush to the reinforcements. His voice echoed on the battlefield, full of unwillingness and anger. Immediately, a captain acted swiftly, leading a brave group of infantry to charge into the battlefield. Their weapons shimmered with a cold light in the night, and every step forward was a challenge to life and death.
Mario's eyes flashed with determination. This was his country, his people. In the face of invaders, they would never retreat. He tightly gripped his long sword, ready to personally lead the army to strike the enemy and defend his beloved Mushroom Kingdom. The battle horn had sounded, and Mario and his soldiers would inscribe a new legend here.
Mario's anger surged like molten lava. His already powerful body seemed even more immense in his fury. He angrily dismounted from his horse, his strong muscles bursting out of his already taut suit, like a warrior breaking free from a cocoon. His roar echoed across the battlefield, as if to shatter everything around him.
"Damn it! You turtle grandsons are asking for death!" Mario's voice was full of disdain and contempt as he was filled with anger towards the sudden invasion of slow turtles and chestnuts.
With a roar, Mario gathered strength in his legs, then suddenly exerted force, his body shot into the sky like a cannonball, and then fell down at an astonishing speed. Everyone's eyes were focused on this scene, only to see Mario's foot landing like a hammer on the head of a fully armed slow turtle. With a dull thud, the slow turtle was flattened like an expired tomato by Mario, its shell cracked and deformed. Mario stood there, breathing heavily, and the surrounding enemies were in a panic. This kick not only flattened the slow turtle, but also crushed the enemies' courage and hope.
This is Mario, the guardian of the Mushroom Kingdom. His fury and power are unstoppable by any invaders.
On the brutal battlefield, Mario is like a war god. He not only crushes the bodies of slow turtles and chestnuts, but also the morale and resistance of the enemy forces. Every step he takes is accompanied by the desperate cries of the enemy. Every leap of Mario heralds a bloody massacre, drawing a deadly arc in the sky, and wherever he lands is the end of enemy lives.
Luigi stood aside, witnessing all of this, his blood boiling with a long-lost sense of excitement. He remembered the days of adventure with Mario, when they were unstoppable and fearless. Now, watching Mario fight so bravely, his heart swelled with pride and excitement.
Mario displayed not only strength on the battlefield, but also infinite loyalty and protection for the Mushroom Kingdom. Every fallen enemy represented his commitment to the country's safety. As his brother, Luigi's emotions at this moment were complex and intense. He knew that no matter how powerful the enemy, as long as Mario was there, the Mushroom Kingdom would always be an indestructible fortress.
In Mario's combo mode, the enemies are as fragile as scarecrows, and their attacks are child's play in front of Mario. Luigi takes a deep breath, invigorates himself, and prepares to join the battle. This war is not just Mario's fight, but also the glorious battle of all the warriors of the Mushroom Kingdom.
Comment 0 Comment Count