Chapter 471

At dawn.

A humble carriage was running Northwest with its back to the wasteland. In the carriage, a girl with Dragon Wings on her back was sleeping wearily.

In her sleep, countless scenes flashed in front of her eyes, and the five senses became distant and illusory. Immersed in the uncertainty, she felt as if she had gone back to the past.

A carefree, peaceful and peaceful childhood.

The girl was born in a primitive mountain range in the east of grantia. She lived in seclusion here with her parents, a half blood dragon and a plain spirit, and lived an ordinary life.

There are many ethnic groups on the continent of grantia, no matter they are goutouren, lizards, jackals, or even the few winged people, they all have their own country and power. Although most of them are only vassals of the two empires, many ugly races, such as goutouren and jackals, will even be discriminated against, But it's better than the least popular dragon race.

The dragon is the most disgusting race in the world. Of course, there was an all-out war between the central Empire and the Dragon Island hundreds of years ago, which resulted in the death of countless races. More importantly, these dragons are different from the races with different shapes and in fact most of them have some kinship. They actually come from another world, Truly alien with different origins.

So now, most of the remaining real dragons and dragon descendants are unable to walk on the mainland. They can only choose to live in seclusion in the mountains, just like the parents of girls.

Among the mountains, both the father of the dragon warrior and the mother of the caster have great strength. Even the primitive mountain forest, which is hard for ordinary people to get close to, is just a garden for them to go in and out at will. Because of the protection of the two, young girls can roam in the forest at will when they are young, Exercise a good physique and affinity for nature.

Even the most skilled mountain rangers are sometimes lost in the deep mountains and forests covered by thick fog and water vapor. However, the girl with the blood of spirit is like a fish in water. She takes risks in the forest, flows with wild animals, and chats with slow but friendly giant trees, flowers and vines. In a flash, more than ten years later, the girl also has a younger brother and sister, A family of five has no way to stay in the mountains as before. In order to make life more convenient, they use secret arts to cover up the Dragon characteristics in their bodies, and then they enter a small border town of the Gelu Empire to live.

Different from the deep mountains, life in the human world is more interesting, whether it's all kinds of people or all kinds of interesting things. For xierya, who can only see trees and trees, soil and soil, and most of her food is fruits and animal meat, the bustling human city is her new paradise. Every day, the girl looks at all kinds of adventurers who enter the mountains where she once lived with hope and dream, listening to them talking and laughing about the magnificent and shocking scenery all over the world, Her heart also gradually rose to "want to take risks" mind.

Sylya has prepared a lot for this. She learns from her parents about fencing and bowing, how to sense magic and justice, how to observe words and colors, and how to judge other people's thoughts hidden in their faces are the key points. The boring cultural study and training day after day are the most important. However, because she cherishes her dream, the girl sticks to it and hopes to go further, See the wider world, so that their hearts burning curiosity and adventure to be able to release.

She is full of hope and expectation for the future of the world she lives in.

Therefore, it is totally incomprehensible for young girls who are full of ambition and are planning to say goodbye to their parents early tomorrow morning, and are ready to leave this warm town for adventure all over the world.

Why?

Countless beasts, the dead of human beings, revived in the dead fog, then looked at the living creatures around them with scarlet and irrational eyes, tearing up all the living and venting their anger from nowhere.

Why is that?

The residents in deep sleep, whether they are strong men of Kong and Wu or just born babies, are torn into flesh and blood by these monsters who have no compassion at all. Although the small towns in the border area are small, there are not many strong ones. However, these powerful adventurers and garrisons are oppressed by endless shadows because of confusion and loss, Can't go out and help other people.

What's wrong with the world?

The father, who revealed his identity as a dragon, and his mother, who was a land caster, joined hands to expel all the dead around the residential area. However, because it was too sudden, the girl next door who had made friends with the girl and the kind aunt had all died, and even the body could not be saved.

And as a result of this act, the more powerful souls of the dead are revived from their ancient rest.

This is the border area of the dena'an mountains. It used to be the territory of a group of sapphire dragons. Five hundred years ago, during the human dragon war, there were several strongmen at the top of the sky, even in the holy land, defending against the attack of the crazy dragons.And on the first day of doomsday, they all recovered.

The mountains and forests shrouded in the long night are suddenly covered by endless pressure. The giant dragon, which was nearly extinct hundreds of years ago, utters a long chant, full of resentment and unwilling to return to the world. A strong man of all nationalities who died in the war also recovers here, and is about to kill the strong enemy again. The small city is torn up by the aftershocks of these dead strong men's fighting, No matter the crying girl who has no power to bind a chicken, or the strong man who has a look of despair, they are all engulfed by the afterwave of energy that has swept most provinces.

The night passed.

Only one person survived.

In the dream, helya confusedly stroked her white robe, and her unbreakable milky shield perfectly resisted all the shocks. It was the treasure that her mother, who knew she was going out for adventure tomorrow, took off from her and gave her. The gentle mother never talks about her past or how she met her father, so the girl always thinks that they are just a pair of ordinary eloping dragon elf lovers, but now it seems that there are many secrets.

And these secrets, along with death, completely turned into dust.

Trembling and kneeling on the ground slowly, the Dragon wing girl wails and falls on the ground in despair. She reaches out her hand in vain to touch the warm and subtle dust. It's her father, mother, her brother and sister. Everything she loves is in the flying dust. No matter how she cries, what can she do? What can tears save? Even if the corners of the mouth are bitten with blood, the heart will be torn, everything has happened.

The whole world has fallen into darkness. The dead from the past devour the present and the future mercilessly.

And the girl who had been looking forward to adventure, on the first day when the light disappeared, embarked on the journey she never wanted to embark on.

Twenty seven years.

Twenty seven long and hopeless years.

For the mixed race of dragon and spirit, it's only 27 years. It can't even change their appearance. It can't even make them transition from youth to adulthood. The girl is still a girl, but her heart has already been tempered.

In these 27 years, she has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, the establishment and destruction of innumerable shelters. She wanted to help those who needed help, but found that she could do nothing but protect herself. Cities fell one by one, fortresses fell one by one, although those who were strong in heaven and holy land no longer recovered, But a land undead is enough to destroy any defense line.

But I don't know where to start, these undead who were just wandering soldiers began to organize. Every night, tens of thousands of troops would follow the girl's trace and attack her. Relying on her own strength, she was very reluctant to deal with it, but the robe inherited from her mother could make her die several times.

But occasionally, there are things that can't be done with this robe. In the face of the pursuit of a whole legion of the dead, the robe can only help her escape as much as possible. The girl can only take out her rare protocrysts from those abandoned cities and fortresses to trade with the strongmen of other shelters and ask them to help themselves. Although many people refuse and even have evil thoughts, they want to rob them, But there are also many strong people who are willing to help and keep their promises. Relying on their strength, xierya has survived to this day.

But what about?

In reality, the sleeping girl's eyes shed a bitter tear.

She has been escaping for 27 years. She is tired. Unlike the survivors who live in the mountain shelter, she never has a day to rest. There are always shadows tracking her and attacking her. There are always strong souls waking up to take her head. The girl is used to getting hurt and even dying. She has been injured for so many years, The lack and rebirth of her body parts is enough to make up for her two selves. Most of the time, when she has a short rest, she will think about why she wants to run away and die completely. Isn't it more pleasant than now.

The answer is simple. She doesn't want to die.

It's not the desire to survive, it's the burden.

Father, mother, younger brother, younger sister, sister Maya next door, kind aunt Suna... Many people died on that day. Since the natural disaster when the shadow of the dead first woke up, the life of the girl who lived by virtue of her mother's white robe no longer belonged to her, but to everyone. Only she remembered these dead, If she died, everything would be forgotten, as if nothing had happened.

It's more terrifying than death.

At this time, the robe began to resonate slightly, which made helya gradually wake up from her sleep.

On the other side of the car, a tired woman also woke up from her dream. She opened her eyes, looked at the Dragon wing girl in front of her eyes, and then said in a gentle voice, "are you awake? I saw you faint on the roadside, so I saved you... Why are you crying? "This woman from the holy city has a medium upper face. She looks really tired. As soon as she wakes up, she can't help yawning. Just as she plans to ask whether the shelter nearby has been attacked, and if so, how many people survived, the woman's mouth suddenly closes and then opens in surprise.

"Wait, how does your robe shine?"

And xierya is not clear, she also has no time to pay attention to the body side woman's words at this moment.

Because she seems to fall into another dreamland -- the light and shadow are blurred, the girl suddenly finds herself in a huge white marble temple, and in front of her is a burning altar, with invisible and colorless flames burning in it, which seems to have the virtual shadow of the whole world.

And a dignified white haired man in a robe is watching her with serious eyes.

In a trance, she seemed to see something else.

The smiling young man with blue pearl, the cold saint with two light blades, the dignified middle-aged man in holy robe, and the gentle old man with pure white scepter.

These are him, these are not him, that is his childhood, his struggle, his watch and his ending.

But who is he?

Helya felt that her blood was resonating, coming from the elves, which made her blood that could communicate with plants and animals involuntarily feel close and respectful to the dignified middle-aged man. It was like a prodigal son who had been wandering for a long time and saw his long lost parents, It seems that many years later, the disdainful students met a strict but caring teacher here.

And she also in an instant, understand each other's identity.

At the beginning of the world, the sky was full of red flame, the sky was full of strong wind and thunder, the earth was scorching, the continent was not born, the oceans did not exist, everything had no shape, and life had not evolved.

However, some saints broke through the boundary and settled here with their ancestors. The saints ordered fire and wind, denounced thunder and red flame, made the earth rise from the lava, cooled and stabilized the molten core. The saints also separated the poison gas and water, and brought down the initial rain, which made the rudiment of the ocean come into being.

The saints sowed seeds and spread life. Under their divine power, seven days and so on, the land which was originally lava was lush and green. There were cubs of wild animals all over the land, and the ancestors were also placed here to reproduce.

The legend of the origin of the saints spread throughout the continent of grantia. Even if the central Empire split 500 years ago, which led to a great lack of historical records, those who are interested can confirm the information about creation from ancient literature.

But according to these ancient books, we can clearly know that the saint of origin is not the real creator. He uses the power of an artifact robe to arouse the power of sages to calm the flames of the world at the beginning of creation.

"Is it..."

She felt the robe on her body. She was shocked by the message and couldn't think about it. She could only murmur to herself: "Saint... Sage..."

In front of her, the white haired and dignified middle-aged phantom nodded slightly, and her eyes softened.

"Descendants of my apostles."

He said calmly, "you have forgotten your mission."