Divine Flame Crystal

It was a dark night, and in the endless fields, a crescent-shaped village was clinging to the mountain. If you looked up at the sky, you would see a star cluster with a little light and shadow, dragging a long tail and falling on a farmhouse. The light flashed and disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, stars fell to the ground all over the world, and meteors kept streaking across the night sky. There is an ancient legend in this world: every star is a powerful god, and the falling of stars represents the fall of a god.

The Pope of Light looked at the meteor shower in the sky and spoke in a slightly ethereal voice that seemed to come from the Lord of Light, without a trace of human emotion: "The gears of fate have begun to turn again..."

The top strongest men on the continent all raised their heads and looked at the starry sky with different expressions in their eyes.

In the crescent-shaped village, there stood a woman in black. Her eyes revealed deep reluctance. She caressed the baby's face lovingly and looked at the faint hexagram mark under his right shoulder.

With trembling hands, he placed the baby next to the bed of a sleeping aunt in the farmhouse, then turned and left.

The baby, who had just been born, opened his eyes. His dark eyes flickered with a strange light. Through his smart eyes, it seemed as if there was a crystal clear crystal in the depths of his eyes, with a light band like a small snake wandering inside, full of spirituality.

This crystal that fell from the sky and merged into the baby's eyes changed the trajectory of his fate. He might end up with dazzling glory or eternal sleep.

"Xiao Xingluo, get up!!!" A shout loud enough to pierce the wall rang out, scaring a fat boy so much that he rolled to the ground with a "bang", raising a lot of dust on the ground.

This was the voice of Aunt Zhang urging Xiao Xingluo to get up. Although the neighbors were already used to it, they still couldn't help but smile.

The people in this village loved this cute fat boy very much, so he was raised plump and white by his uncles and aunts since he was a child, and they fed him all the good things brought back from the mountains.

The little fat boy was happy every day, as if he had no worries. Only in the dead of night would he drag his fat body up the tall haystack, looking at the night sky in the east, with a hint of sadness in his eyes and a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth that did not match his appearance.

As a young man in the 21st century who was hit by a car just after entering the workplace, he died before he could give his parents his first pot of gold. It was only when he was dying that his consciousness merged into a fleeting crystal and followed the trajectory of the crystal into this body, and he was reborn.

Aunt Zhang said that he suddenly appeared in this small village on a dark night, just like the shooting star that night, without any warning, so Aunt Zhang named the little fat boy Xingluo.

But he himself knew that his real name was Jie Jun. However, in this world which was obviously different from the 21st century, all the things in the past were just memories.

He discovered that the previous soul in this body had disappeared before he broke in. He didn't know who could be so cruel to attack a baby.

Little Xingluo has dark eyes and black hair, and his mental power fluctuates frequently, far exceeding that of children of the same age. However, this appearance makes people feel a little out of place in this world.

Uncle Li is the person who treats him best besides Aunt Zhang, and he is also the only blacksmith in the village.

I remember that two years ago, Uncle Li said to him: "Xingluo, come on, let's go hunting with Uncle Li."

"This is a world of swords and magic. The main professions are knights and magicians. Of course, there are also thieves and archers, which are less populated but indispensable professions." As Uncle Li walked into the dark forest, the deep and hoarse voice instilled common sense of this world in him.

Perhaps because of his strong mental power, he could understand the knowledge as soon as he heard it and remember it with a little effort.

Uncle Li's blacksmithing skills are impeccable. Although he is a little dull, he is a very principled person and is very fond of this orphan.

In this small village, he is the person Xiao Xingluo admires the most, and she even regards him as her own father.

In order to match his physical age, he has completely made up for his childhood. He has done a lot of naughty things since he was a child. The only person who can control him is this Uncle Li who is over 40 years old.

In the first year, the uncle taught him a lot of basic knight knowledge. As Xiao Xingluo practiced diligently, he made rapid progress. In the second year, he could already fight some non-magical beasts on the edge of the forest.

During the year, they lived and ate in the forest. Uncle Li also instilled a lot of survival knowledge such as tracking, hunting, skinning, cooking, etc. into Xiao Xingluo's brain. He relied on his extraordinary mental power to force himself to memorize it, and continued to practice, forming physical memory.

At the age of 13, no one of those pampered nobles would have the heart to let a child train in the Warcraft Forest. But Xiao Xingluo insisted, because he knew he had to grow up, and fate had given him a chance, and he didn't want to be an ordinary person like before.

After a year of training, Xiao Xingluo had made amazing progress in all aspects. However, for some reason, his body was still full of fat. Others who traveled through time and space brought with them some kind of heaven-defying treasures or magic that could crush everyone. However, he traveled through time and space with a bunch of fat that he couldn't get rid of no matter how much he exercised. Whenever he thought of this, he got angry.

At Xingluo's insistence, Uncle Li agreed to let him survive alone in the forest for a year, and repeatedly reminded him not to leave the edge area and go deeper into the woods.

However, Uncle Li was always worried about him and followed him quietly not far away, just in case. However, his abnormal mental power only allowed him to discover the other party on the first day. In such a strange world, he gradually gained a sense of belonging.

Half a year had passed, and Xiao Xingluo had become more and more agile. He could pass by a long-eared rabbit without being noticed. It was completely obvious that his fat body was not an obstacle to him.

A rustling sound came from the shadows of the trees in the distance. A ferocious Sharp-Clawed Leopard was lurking in the blind spot of sight, moving slowly with Xiao Xingluo. As an assassin in the edge of the forest, the Sharp-Clawed Leopard was obviously quite confident in itself. Even a beast stronger than it would die from its assassination. This was the confidence that repeated killings gave it.

Even Uncle Li, who had been protecting him, did not discover this natural jungle assassin.

Xiao Xingluo approached the long-eared rabbit, took out a dagger, and was about to capture the rabbit for dinner when his heart suddenly tightened. This was an intuition honed over a long period of time in the forest.

Before he could think too much, the dagger moved sideways in an instant, and his body tilted slightly. With a "clang" sound, sparks flew between the leopard's claws and the dagger, and he narrowly avoided the fatal blow to the back of his head.

Xingluo's heart was beating wildly. If it weren't for his sharp intuition, the consequences would be disastrous. The sharp-clawed leopard seemed to have not expected that this long-planned attack would be blocked.

After accumulating strength, the Sharp Claw Leopard pounced again. Uncle Li clenched the dagger in his hand and was about to rush over to help. In the past year or so, Xingluo had gone through life and death, and he saw it with his own eyes and felt the pain in his heart.

Xing Luo's mouth curled up slightly. The Sharp Claw Leopard was only dangerous in the shadows. He moved left and right among the dead leaves, transformed into a flash of lightning, and attacked the Sharp Claw Leopard like a comet. The two of them started fighting closely.

Uncle Li's heart ached as well. With such a sudden collision, he was afraid that he would not be able to rescue in time.

With his strong mental strength and 20 years of experience, Xingluo has grown rapidly in the past year. Although he is only 1 years old, his moves are ruthless without any unnecessary movements. This is a skill he has acquired through escaping death time and time again.

Xingluo was like a storm of blades, leaving wounds of varying sizes on the Sharp Claw Leopard's body time and time again. He himself was also inevitably injured. As time passed, the dead leaves on the ground turned red, and the leopard's movements gradually slowed down.

Xingluo seized the opportunity, crouched down, and thrust the dagger into the Sharp Claw Leopard's throat. With the dozen wounds on its body, the Sharp Claw Leopard was dead. Then Xingluo leaned against the tree trunk, gasping for breath.

Uncle Li saw this scene, he could not hide the surprise in his eyes, "The Sharp-clawed Leopard can be regarded as the king of this marginal area," and then his breathing became rapid. It turned out that he was too nervous just now and forgot to breathe. He nodded with relief. He watched Xingluo grow up little by little, and he liked Xingluo very much. He had already regarded this fat boy as his own son.

"In half a year, Xingluo will be 14 years old. Then we should send him to Luoshen Academy. This was decided by the village council when Xingluo was 12 years old." Uncle Li thought silently.

In a blink of an eye, two years of training had passed. Xingluo had grown a lot taller, but his fat had not decreased at all. He simply packed up and left the Warcraft Forest that had accompanied him for two years.

A suffocating and oppressive voice came from the pitch-black space: "I heard that there is a village called Luoshen Village. Such a small village actually has a quota for admission to Luoshen College every 12 years. Why!!!"

The man's face could not be seen clearly, but his voice poured out like a flood, as if he had been suppressing this matter for a long time.

"I heard that the name of Luoshen Village can be traced back to the ancient war of gods. As for the authenticity, it has been lost in the long river of history and cannot be verified." An unknown voice answered from the corner of the dark room.

“There are more than 10 towns under Luoshen City. Luoshen Country has four major cities. But except for Luoshen Village which has one admission quota, other cities need to go through layers of screening to have the opportunity to enter the top four academies on the continent. A small village can have such a privilege, why!!!” The oppressive voice that seemed to suck the air out rang out again.

"I must get this admission quota this time, no matter what. The kid... time is running out..."