Soul of Burning Steel

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At dawn.

An unremarkable carriage was facing the wasteland at this time, driving towards the northwest, and in the carriage of this carriage, a girl with dragon wings on her back was sleeping tiredly.

In her dream, countless scenes flickered before her eyes, and the five senses became distant and illusory, immersed in this repetitive blur, Hylya felt as if she had returned to the past.

Carefree, peaceful and peaceful childhood.

The girl was born in a pristine mountain in the east of Grantia, where she lived in seclusion with her parents, a half-blood dragon descendant and a plain elf, and lived an ordinary and ordinary life.

There are many tribes on the Grandia continent. Whether they are kobolds, lizardmen, jackals and even the few wingmen, they have their own countries and powers, although most of them are just vassals of the two empires, many Races that look ugly to humans, such as kobolds, jackals and other races, are even 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, there is the total war between the Central Empire and Dragon Island hundreds of years ago. The population of countless races died because of this. More importantly, these dragons have different forms. In fact, most of them have a little kinship of different races. They are actually different races from another world and have different origins.

So now, most of the remaining true dragons and dragonborns cannot walk on the mainland, and can only choose to live in the mountains in seclusion, just like the parents of a girl.

In the mountains, whether it is the father of a dragonborn warrior or the mother of a spellcaster, the strength is good, even the primitive mountain forest that is inaccessible to ordinary people is just free for them. In and out of the garden, because of the shelter of the two, young girls can wander freely in the forest from an early age, training a good physique and an affinity for nature.

In the deep mountains and old forests wrapped in thick fog and water vapor, even the most skilled mountain ranger will occasionally get lost, but the girl with the blood of the elves is like a fish in water. She is adventurous in the forest, and wild, and slow but kind. The giant trees, flowers, and vines chatted. Ten years later, the girl also had a brother and sister. The family of five can no longer stay in the mountains like before. In order to make life more convenient, they use secret techniques to cover it up. After understanding the dragon's characteristics in the body, he entered a small border town in the Gelug Empire.

Unlike in the deep mountains, life in the human world is more interesting, whether it is people of all kinds or all kinds of interesting things. For Hylya, who could only see trees and trees, soil and soil, and most of the food was fruit and beast meat since she was a child, the prosperous human city is her new paradise, and the girl looks at all kinds of adventurers every day. Entering the deep mountains where she once lived with hope and dreams in her heart, listening to them talking and laughing loudly about the magnificent and shocking scenery all over the world, her heart gradually raised the thought of'wanting to take risks'.

Hylya has prepared a lot for this-she learned swordsmanship and archery from her parents, learned to sense magic and justice, how to observe words and colors, and to judge other people's minds hidden under the face is the main point, day after day boring cultural learning and training It is even more important, but because she has a dream in her heart, the girl clenched her teeth and persevered. She hoped that she could go further and see a wider world, so that the curiosity and desire for adventure burning in her heart could be released.

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

Therefore, when in the middle of the night of July 4th, 617, the unified calendar, countless souls recovered from their long sleep and screamed at the living, they were complacent, planning to say goodbye to their parents early tomorrow morning and prepare to leave this warm It is completely incomprehensible for the young girl in the small town to venture around the world.

why?

Countless beasts, human undead revived in the dead mist, and then stared at the surrounding living creatures with scarlet and unreasonable eyes. They shredded all living creatures and vented their anger from nowhere.

Why is this happening?

The sleeping inhabitants, whether they are the powerful men of Kong Wu or the newly born babies, are torn to flesh and blood by these monsters without the slightest compassion. The small town in the border area is small, but the number of strong is not large. Quite a few, but these powerful adventurers and garrisons were also panicked and at a loss, being oppressed by endless shadows in their positions, unable to go out to help others.

What is going on in this world?

The father who exposed his identity as the dragonborn and the mother who was a land-based spellcaster joined forces to expel all the undead around the residential area, but because it was too sudden, the girl next door that had been acquainted with the girl, the kind aunt's family All have been killed, and even the body cannot be preserved.

And because of this move, more powerful undead recovered from the ancient rest.

Here is the Denaan 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, there were several peaks of the heavens, and even the strongest of the "Sanctuary" guarded and resisted. The impact of the crazy dragons.

And on the first day of the last days, they all recovered.

The mountains and forests under the long night were suddenly covered by endless coercion. The dragon, which had been nearly extinct hundreds of years ago, uttered a long chant, returning to the world with full of resentment and unwillingness. The powerhouses of all races are also recovering here, and they are about to kill the powerful enemies again. The wind and thunder swept through, and the small city was instantly torn apart by the aftermath of the fighting of these dead powerhouses. The realm powerhouses who still looked desperate were swallowed up by the aftermath of energy that was so powerful that it swept through most of the province.

One night passed.

Only one person survived.

In the dream, Hylya stroked her white robe in confusion. The unbreakable milky white shield perfectly resisted all the shocks. It was her mother who knew she was going to venture out tomorrow and took it off from her. Treasures given away. The gentle mother never told her past or how she met her father, so the girl always thought they were just a pair of ordinary elopement dragonborn elves couple, but now it seems that there are obviously many secrets in it. .

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

Trembling and slowly falling to the ground, the dragon wing girl wailed, fell on the ground in despair, and reached out in vain to touch the warm and subtle dust. It was her father and mother, her younger siblings, what she loved Everything is in this flying dust, but what about crying, what can tears save? Even the corners of the mouth were bitten with blood, the heart would be torn, everything had happened.

The whole world was plunged into darkness, and the dead from the past swallowed the present and the future mercilessly.

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

Twenty-seven years.

A long and hopeless twenty-seven years.

For the mixed blood of dragonborn and elves, twenty-seven years can not even change their appearance. For twenty-seven years, there is no way for them to transition from youth to adulthood. The girl is still a girl, but her The heart has long been sharpened into iron stone.

In these twenty-seven years, Hilya has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, and witnessed the establishment and destruction of countless shelters. She wanted to help those in need, but found that she could do nothing but protect herself. Then, the cities fell one after another, and the fortresses fell one after another. Although those who had passed away from the heavens and the sanctuary were no longer revived, an undead in the realm was enough to destroy any line of defense.

And I don’t know where to start, these undead who were originally only guerrillas and brave soldiers have begun to organize. Every night, tens of thousands of troops will follow the girl’s tracks and attack her, relying solely on her own strength, Hill Ya coped very reluctantly, but the robes inherited from her mother could make her alive several times.

But occasionally, this robe will have things that cannot be done. Facing the chase of a whole army of undead, the robe can only help her escape as much as possible. The girl can only take her out from the abandoned cities and fortresses. The rare original crystals in China make deals with the strong in other shelters to let them help themselves. Although many people refuse and even want to rob, there are many strong ones who are willing to help and keep their promises, relying on them. Hilya has survived to this day without any danger.

But... what can we do?

In reality, a bitter tear came out of the sleeping girl's eyes.

Fleeing, hiding for twenty-seven years, she has been tired. Unlike the survivors who live in the shelters in the deep mountains, Hilya never has a day to rest securely. There are always shadows tracking and attacking. A strong undead awakens and wants to take her head. The girl is used to being injured or even dying. The injuries suffered for so many years, the lack of body parts for rebirth are enough to make up two of her. Many times Sylya will During a short break, I thought about why I had to run away. Wouldn't it be more joyful to die completely than it is to die now.

The answer is simple, she doesn't want to die.

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 on that day, and the natural disaster that awakened for the first time since the shadow of self-death began to live by relying on the white robe given to him by his mother. From that day on, the girl’s life no longer belongs to her, but to everyone. Only she can remember these dead. If she dies, then everything will be forgotten, as if nothing happened.

This is a greater horror than death.

But at this moment, the robe began to resonate slightly, making Hylya gradually awaken from her sleep.

On the other side of the carriage, a tired woman also woke up from her dream. She opened her eyes, looked at the dragon wing girl in front of her, and then said in a gentle voice: "Are you awake? I saw you fainted By the side of the road, I rescued you...Why are you crying?"

This woman from the holy city has a medium-to-average appearance, and she looks really tired. Just when she woke up, she couldn't help but yawn, and just as she planned to ask if the nearby shelter was attacked, If so, when how many people survived, the woman's mouth suddenly closed and then opened in surprise.

"Wait, why is your robe glowing?"

And Hilya didn't know, she didn't have time to pay attention to the words of the woman beside her at this moment.

Because she seems to have fallen into another illusion-the blur of light and shadow, the girl suddenly found herself in a huge white marble temple, and in front of her was a burning altar, invisible and colorless, even if it existed. The flame burns in it, which seems to contain the phantom of the whole world.

And a majestic white-haired man in a robes was watching her with serious and scrutinizing eyes.

In a daze, Hylya seemed to see other sights.

The smiling young man holding a cyan orb, the indifferent saint with two light blades on his waist, the majestic middle-aged man in 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 elf side ~www.novelmtl.com~ The bloodline that enabled her to communicate with plants and animals involuntarily developed a sense of closeness and respect for this majestic middle-aged man, as if It is the prodigal son who has been wandering for a long time who saw his long-lost parents, and it seems that after many years, the disdainful student met a strict but caring teacher here.

And she also understood the identity of the other party in an instant.

At the beginning of the world, the sky was filled with red flames, the sky was a gale of thunder, the ground was scorching hot and molten fire, the continent was not born, the oceans did not exist, all things had no shape, and life never evolved.

However, there were saints who broke through the realm and brought thirteen thousand ancestors to settle here. The saints commanded fiery winds and rebuked the thunder and red flames, causing the earth to rise from the lava, cooling the fusion and stabilizing the saint Separating the poisonous gas from the water and dropping the initial rain, making the embryonic form of the ocean.

The saint sows seeds and spreads life. Under his divine power, for seven days, the land that was originally lava is lush and lush, and there are cubs of wild beasts everywhere, and the ancestors are also placed here to thrive.

The legend of the saint of origin has spread throughout the Grandia continent. Even if the central empire split five hundred years ago, resulting in a great lack of historical records, those with intentions can confirm these related to the creation of the world from ancient documents. Information.

But based on these ancient books, it can be clearly known that the saint of origin is not the true creator of the world. He uses the power of an artifact robe to induce the power of the saint to calm the flames at the beginning of the world's creation.

"Could it be..."

Unbelievably touching the robe on her body, Hylya's heart was so shocked that she couldn't think about it, she could only mutter to herself: "Holy...Holy sage..."

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

"The descendant of my apostle."

He calmly said: "You have forgotten your mission."