Dawn.
An inconspicuous carriage was currently facing the wilderness, heading northwest, and in the compartment of the carriage, a girl with dragon wings on her back was sleeping tiredly.
In her sleep, countless scenes flashed before her eyes, and her five senses became distant and illusory. Immersed in this recurring blur, Hilya felt as if she had returned to the past.
A carefree, peaceful and peaceful childhood.
The girl was born in a primitive mountain range in the east of Grandia continent. She lived in seclusion here with her parents, a half-blood dragonborn and a plains elf, and lived an ordinary and ordinary life.
There are many tribes on the continent of Grandia. Whether they are kobolds, lizardmen, jackals or even the sparse winged men, they all have their own countries and forces. Although most of them are just vassals of the two empires, many of them are just vassals of the two empires. Races that are ugly to humans, such as kobolds, jackals and other races, may even be discriminated against, but even so, they are better than the least popular dragonborn.
Giant dragons are the most disgusting race in the world. Of course, the all-out war between the Central Empire and Dragon Island hundreds of years ago was the reason why the population of countless races died. More importantly, these dragons have different shapes. In fact, most of them are somewhat related to different races. They are actually real alien races from another world with different origins.
So now, most of the remaining true dragons and dragonborn are unable to walk on the mainland and can only choose to live in seclusion in the mountains, just like the girl's parents.
In the mountains, both their father, who is a dragon-born warrior, and their mother, who is a spell caster, are both very powerful. Even the primitive mountains and forests that are inaccessible to ordinary people are nothing more than something they can do at will. Because of the protection of the two gardens, young girls can wander in the forest at will from an early age, and develop a good physique and affinity for nature.
In the deep mountains and old forests wrapped in thick fog and water vapor, even the most skilled mountain rangers will occasionally get lost, but the girl with the blood of elves is at home like a fish in water. She adventures in the forest, interacts with wild animals, and interacts with the slow but kind people. Chatting with giant trees, flowers, plants and vines, more than ten years passed in a flash. The girl also had a younger brother and younger sister. The family of five could no longer stay in the mountains as before. In order to make their lives more convenient, they used secret techniques to cover up their lives. He gained the dragon characteristics in his body, and then entered a small border town in the Gru Empire to live.
Unlike in the mountains, life in the human world is more interesting, whether it is all kinds of people or all kinds of interesting objects. For Hilya, who has only seen trees and trees, soil and soil since she was a child, and her food mostly consists of tree fruits and animal meat, the prosperous human city is her new paradise. The girl looks at all kinds of adventurers every day With hopes and dreams in mind, she went into the mountains where she once lived. Listening to them laughing loudly about the magnificent and shocking scenery around the world, her desire to take risks gradually arose in her heart.
Hilya has prepared a lot for this - she learned swordsmanship and archery from her parents, learned how to sense magic and justice, how to observe words and emotions, and judge other people's thoughts hidden under their faces. The boring cultural study and training day after day are even more important. It was the top priority, but because she had a dream in her heart, the girl gritted her teeth and persisted. She expected that she could go further, see a wider world, and release the burning curiosity and desire for adventure in her heart.
She is full of hope and expectation for the future of the world in which she lives.
Therefore, when in the middle of the night on July 4th, 617 UC, countless undead souls emerged from their long slumber and howled towards the living, they were complacent and planning to say goodbye to their parents early tomorrow morning and prepare to leave this warm home. A girl from a small town who travels around the world on adventures is completely incomprehensible.
Why
Countless ferocious beasts and undead human beings resurrected in the deathly mist, and then stared at the surrounding living creatures with scarlet and irrational eyes. They tore apart all the living and vented their anger from nowhere.
Why is this happening
The sleeping residents, whether they were powerful men or newly born babies, were torn to pieces by these monsters who had no mercy at all. Although the small town in the border area was small, the number of strong people was not the same. Quite a few, but these powerful adventurers and garrisons were also panicked and overwhelmed, and were oppressed by the endless shadows of death in their positions, unable to go out to help others.
What happened to this world
His father, who revealed his identity as a dragonborn, and his mother, a land caster, teamed up to drive away all the undead around the residential area. However, because it was too sudden, the girl next door who had been friends with the girl, the kind aunt and her family... All were killed, and even the bodies could not be saved.
And because of this move, more powerful undead souls resurrected from their ancient rest.
Here is the Dena'an Mountains in the border area. This place was once the territory of a group of sapphire dragons. During the human-dragon war five hundred years ago, several strong men from the top of the heaven realm and even the 'sacred realm' stood guard here to resist. The impact of the crazy dragons.
And on the first day of the end of the world, they all revived.
The mountain forest shrouded in the long night was suddenly covered by endless pressure. The giant dragon that was almost extinct hundreds of years ago let out a long roar, and returned to the world with full of resentment and unwillingness, and one after another who had died in the battle The strong men of all races also revived here, and were about to kill the powerful enemies again. Wind and thunder swept across, and the small city was instantly torn apart by the aftermath of the battle of these dead strong men. Whether it was the crying girl who had no power to bind the chicken, The powerful people in the land who still looked desperate were swallowed up by the energy aftermath that was so powerful that it swept through most of the province.
The night passed.
Only one person survived.
In the dream, Hilya caressed the white robe on her body in confusion. The unbreakable milky white shield perfectly resisted all impacts. Her mother, who knew that she would go out for adventure tomorrow, took it off from her and took it off. Gifted treasures. The gentle mother never wanted to talk about her past, nor how she met her father, so the girl always thought that they were just an ordinary eloping dragonborn elf couple, but now it seems that there are obviously many secrets in it. .
And these secrets are completely turned into dust with death.
Trembling and slowly kneeling to the ground, the dragon-winged girl wailed, lying on the ground in despair, reaching out in vain to touch the warm and fine dust, which were her father, mother, her younger brothers and sisters, the ones she loved. Everything is in this flying dust, but no matter how much you cry, what can tears save? Even if the corner of his mouth is bitten with blood and his heart is torn apart, everything has already happened.
The whole world has fallen into darkness, and the dead from the past are mercilessly devouring the present and the future.
The girl who once looked forward to adventure embarked on a journey she never wanted to embark on on the first day when the light faded.
Twenty-seven years.
Twenty-seven long, hopeless years.
For the hybrids of dragonborn and elves, just twenty-seven years can't even make their appearance change slightly. Twenty-seven years can't even make them transition from youth to adulthood. The girl is still a girl, but her But my heart has long been sharpened into stone.
In the past twenty-seven years, Hilya has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, and seen the establishment and destruction of countless shelters. She wanted to help those in need, but found that she could do nothing but protect herself. , cities fell one after another, and fortresses fell one after another. Although the lost heavenly and holy realm strongmen no longer revived, one earthly undead was enough to destroy any line of defense.
And I don’t know where to start, these undead people who were originally just stragglers began to organize themselves. Every night, tens of thousands of armies would track the girl and attack her. Relying on her own strength alone, Hill Ya dealt with it very reluctantly, but the robe inherited from her mother was able to bring her back to life several times.
But occasionally, there are things that this robe cannot do. Faced with the pursuit of an entire army of undead, the robe can only help her escape as much as possible. The girl can only use her skills to escape from those abandoned cities and fortresses. Make deals with the powerful people in other shelters to ask them to help you. Although there are many people who refuse or even have evil thoughts and want to rob them, there are also many strong people who are willing to help and keep their promises. Rely on them. With the strength, Hilya survived to this day without any danger.
But... so what
In reality, a bitter tear flowed from the corner of the sleeping girl's eyes.
She was tired after escaping for twenty-seven years. Unlike the survivors who lived in mountain shelters, Hilya could not rest peacefully for a day. There were always shadows of death following and attacking. A strong undead person awakens and wants to take her head. The girl is used to being injured, even used to dying. The injuries she has suffered over the years and the lack of reborn body parts are enough to make two of her own. Many times, Hilya will During the short rest, he thought about why he wanted to run away. Wouldn't it be more pleasant to die completely than to live now
The answer is simple, she doesn't want to die.
It's not because of the desire to survive, but because of the burden.
Father, mother, younger brother, younger sister, sister Maya next door, kind Aunt Suna... many people died that day. Since the natural disaster when the Shadow of Death first awakened, they survived with the white robe given by their mother. From that day on, the girl's life no longer belongs to herself, but to everyone. Only she remembers these dead people. If she dies, then everything will be forgotten, as if nothing happened.
This is a greater terror than death.
At this moment, the robe began to resonate slightly, causing Hilya to gradually wake up from her sleep.
On the other side of the carriage, a tired woman also woke up from her dream. She opened her eyes, glanced at the dragon-winged girl in front of her, and then said in a gentle voice: "Are you awake? I saw you fainted. I rescued you on the roadside... Why are you crying?"
This woman from the Holy City had an average-to-upper appearance and looked very tired. She just woke up and couldn't help but yawned. Just when she was about to ask if the nearby shelter had been attacked, If so, how many people survived? When the woman's mouth suddenly closed, then opened in surprise.
"Wait a minute, why is your robe glowing?"
And Hilya didn't know that she had no time to pay attention to the words of the woman beside her at this moment.
Because she seemed to have fallen into another illusion - a blur of light and shadow. The girl suddenly found herself in a huge white marble temple, and in front of her was a blazing altar. It was invisible and colorless, and she didn't even know whether it existed. The flames burned in it, and there seemed to be a shadow of the entire world in it.
And a majestic white-haired man wearing a robe was looking at her with seriousness and scrutiny.
In a daze, Hilya seemed to see other scenes.
The smiling young man holding a cyan orb, the indifferent saint with two light blades on his waist, the majestic middle-aged man wearing a holy robe, and the gentle old man holding a 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
Hilya felt that her blood was resonating, coming from the elves. Her blood, which could communicate with plants and animals, could not help but feel closeness and respect for this majestic middle-aged man, just like a prodigal son who had been wandering for a long time. I saw my long-lost parents, and it was as if the disdainful student met a strict but caring teacher many, many years later.
And she also understood the other party's identity in an instant.
At the beginning of the world, red flames filled the sky, the sky was filled with fierce winds and thunder, and the earth was a scorching hot molten fire. The continents were not born, the oceans did not exist, all things had no shape, and life had not yet evolved.
However, a saint broke through the boundary and settled here with one hundred and thirty thousand ancestors. The saint commanded the fierce winds, roared the thunder and red flames, caused the earth to rise from the lava, and cooled the molten core to stabilize it. The saint returned Separating the poisonous gas and water, the initial rain fell, and the prototype of the ocean took shape.
The saint sows seeds and spreads life. Under his divine power, in seven days or so, the land that was originally lava became lush and green, with wild beast cubs inhabiting it everywhere, and the ancestors were also placed here to thrive.
The legend of the Saint of Origin is spread throughout the continent of Grandia. Even though the Central Empire split five hundred years ago, resulting in a huge lack of historical records, those who are interested can confirm these facts about the creation of the world from ancient documents. Information.
But according to these ancient books, it can be clearly understood that the Saint of Origin was not the real creator of the world. He used the power of an artifact robe to induce the power of the sages to calm down the flames at the beginning of the creation of the world.
"Could it be..."
Touching the robe on her body in disbelief, Hilya's mind was so shocked by the information that she couldn't think. She could only mutter to herself: "Saint...sage..."
In front of her, the majestic middle-aged man with white hair nodded slightly and his eyes softened.
"The descendants of my apostles."
He said calmly: "You have forgotten your mission."
I recently moved... I'm sorry... You all know how busy people are when moving, and I really can't spare the time.
The previous chapter was Arman’s ending, not this book’s, of course not! When writing the final ending for a middle-schooler like me, it must be in the format of Final Chapter·xxxx. Please remember it!
I recommend a friend’s book, A Guide to Fishing Quickly! This book is very relaxing and I found it quite fun to read.
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