Teyvat Survival Guide

After Samuel explained the whole story to Tevarin, including his own life experience, the reason why the king wolf howled at the north wind, and Lord Barbatos's commission, he let out a sigh of relief.

Originally, he planned to find two helpers, one was the North Wind Wolf King, and the other was the East Wind Dragon.

As they were all followers of Lord Barbatos, Samuel believed at the time that although they usually did not show up, they would definitely take action when Mond was in danger, so he chose these two.

The North Wind Wolf King is a remnant soul, and although He also hates the invading black wolves, He is easier to convince.

But Samuel was afraid that his strength was not strong enough to deal with the tide of beasts pouring out of the crack, so he thought of calling on Tevarin, the wind elemental dragon.

Although Na Zhouben in the original game and Tevarin in the plot do not seem to be very powerful, you must understand that the main force attacking Tevarin in the game is Lord Barbatos.

But what was accomplished in the game mission was just to help Tevarin remove a tumor in his body, a fragile tumor that Tevarin himself had already resisted and worn away.

What’s more, this is the real continent of Teyvat.

So in his eyes, Tevarin, as the "Dragon of the East Wind", is very powerful.

Just as Mr. Albedo introduced, "Most dragon-shaped elemental creatures are extremely powerful and have abilities that can rival the demons of the past."

But during the trial battle with Boreas, he found that he had underestimated the strength of the Wolf King. Perhaps he didn't need the East Wind Dragon, and Boreas alone could help him seal the crack.

So actually he had planned to persuade the North Wind Wolf King and then go and sew up the crack directly. Otherwise, he would have to go to the Wind Dragon Ruins to find Tevarin, or try to persuade it. Time waits for no one.

However, since the other party came to his door himself, he naturally would not let go of this potential helper.

Samuel considered for a moment, then spoke to the huge azure dragon in front of him:

"Senior Tevarin, I need your help in exterminating the wolf disaster."

According to Boreas, he is the designated Dragon King of Wind Element, and Tevarin is the current Dragon King of Wind Element. From this point of view, it is indeed correct to call him senior.

I thought that Tevarin, who had experienced the Dark Cataclysm, would hesitate or refuse after hearing this. After all, he fell into a deep sleep after defeating the evil dragon Durin last time, and when he woke up again, the people of Mondstadt did not recognize him.

To put it in simpler terms...Samuel guessed that Tevarin might have some psychological trauma.

If it refused, he wouldn't have time to argue with it.

But in the end, Tevarin just looked at Samuel with his azure eyes for a while, and then said:

"Okay, I agree. When do we leave?"

Samuel could actually hear a hint of impatience in its tone.

“…Let’s set off now.” The white-haired boy wearing the crown replied.

...Could it be that I was wrong? Was Tevarin actually willing to fight those beast hounds? Samuel wondered doubtfully.

What he didn't know was that Tevarin just felt that he would have a chance to perform in front of his future peers, so he couldn't contain his excitement.

If he can behave well in front of this "future wind dragon", will he play with it more often in the future?

The lonely wind dragon was looking forward to it.

But no matter what Tevarin thought, having an extra helper was a good thing for Samuel.

Solving the wolf problem is urgent.

So he organized his words and described his plan to the two giants in front of him:

“The group of black wolves used the cracks created by the channel created by Lord Barbatos’ power communication. Although Lord Barbatos has withdrawn his power and sealed most of the cracks, there are still a few cracks left.

"I can mend those gaps, but black wolves will keep pouring out of them."

Boreas nodded slowly:

"So, you need me and the East Wind Dragon to provide cover?"

"Yes, after sealing the cracks, we can kill the remaining black wolves one by one, and the wolf disaster will be eliminated."

"That's it?" Tevarin crouched down, wondering.

Isn’t it too simple?

This doesn't demonstrate its strength at all.

"Well, that's about it." Samuel didn't notice the hidden meaning in its words. He nodded at it and pointed to the southeast:

"Let's go. I can sense the seal is over there."

Then Tevarin saw a pair of white wings stretching out from his back.

Tevarin himself had wings, three pairs at that.

They are not ugly, they are the color of the sky, and have a strong sense of power and majesty that is unique to dragons.

But Tevarin looked at Samuel's wings, then at his own, and felt strangely disgusted.

I always think this little dragon's wings are more beautiful... they are as white as flowing clouds...

They are both wind dragons, so why is this one so ugly?

Thinking of this, Tevarin flapped his wings enviously, using the force of the wings to slowly raise his huge body.

The hurricane caused by the fanning almost blew Samuel away.

Looking at the little dragonborn who was barely keeping his balance, Tevarin couldn't help but feel proud.

Its wings are not bad either, at least they are huge, and there are three pairs of them.

As it thought about it, it looked at the white-haired boy wearing a crown and flapping his wings over there, and said:

"Your little wings are too slow. Let me do it."

So under Boreas's gaze, Tevarin stretched out his claws, picked up Samuel, who had not reacted, and flew away from the trial field.

The flightless North Wind Wolf King watched them leave, then stepped on the wind and snow, and quickly chased after them accompanied by the howling of wolves.

……

"Captain Muller, what do you think?" The young man wearing the armor of the Knight of Favonius showed him his silver armor.

Bartada Muller, who was also wearing silver armor, raised his eyes from the photo of his daughter in his hand and looked at him.

"This is the sixth time you've asked me today," he reminded her, then praised her again, "It suits you very well."

"Hey, I'm just too happy..." The young knight scratched his head in embarrassment, then turned around and praised, "Captain, you look even more majestic, like a heroic knight."

"That's too much." Barta put away his daughter's photo, packed up his luggage, and continued, "Okay, have you all rested well? It's time to continue on."

The Knights of Favonius on the side responded loudly, performing the not-so-standard etiquette of the Knights Templar to him.

Barta responded with the same courtesy, then picked up his bag and continued walking on the snow-covered road with the young knights and nuns beside him.

Five nights ago, he successfully applied to be a conscript and entrusted his daughter to the care of the Knights.

Four days ago, he officially went out to fight and was assigned to a team consisting entirely of conscripts, with only the team leader being a formal knight.

Because he was the oldest and most organized, after the official knight led them for a day, he elected Barta as the captain of the team and left.

In fact, the Knights Templar's conscript squads are all operated in this way, with a senior official knight leading the team, then selecting the most qualified person as captain, and finally leaving.

After all, the Knights Temperance was short of manpower, and it was impossible for the senior Knights of Favonius to teach them all the time during the Wolf Disaster. The job of these conscripts was only to be responsible for logistics and protection matters.

Under his leadership, Batta's team achieved a lot of merits within three days, and many people in the team were recognized by the Knights Templar and granted the position of official knights.

As a result, his reputation in the team rose suddenly. Team members would almost always ask him first if they had any questions, and would also go to talk to him when they had nothing to do.

For example, the young man who just put on the official knight armor issued by the Knights Templar and was so happy that he kept asking him if it looked good.

And now, he is on his way to escort the nuns to the front line for a purification and healing mission.

He had never officially been to the front line, and his previous military achievements were only from using strategies to repeatedly stop or resist the attacks of the dark wolf pack on Qingquan Town and its outskirts.

The ones who were truly on the front line resisting the invasion of those beasts were the Knights Templar's real main force knights and those senior knights.

Most of them possess the Eye of God and can use elemental powers that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

During the sudden heavy snowfall a few days ago, it was because they took advantage of the wind and snow to severely damage the main group of the dark wolves that the wolf disaster was alleviated.

However, the Knights also suffered heavy casualties, so they had this escort mission.

On the way to the front line, some black wolves that had not been cleaned up attacked them, but they were all killed tacitly by them.

After all, they were the enemies of the past few days, and Barta could be said to be very familiar with their habits and fighting styles.

I believe the same is true for the other knights. If it weren’t for this group of black wolves that seemed to be endless to kill, the wolf plague would have ended long ago.

Thinking, Batda witnessed the sun rising and slowly setting today. By night, they had reached the front line mentioned in the mission.

The front line was located in a small town with stone brick walls west of Qingquan Town. The wounded were groaning against the wall, and blood oozed from the wounds that were either bitten or torn by the black wolves, almost dyeing the bottom of the wall red.

Upon seeing this, the nuns rushed forward to comfort and heal him, and assured him that "Lord Barbatos will protect us."

Batta looked at the tragic scene before him and shook his head slowly.

The cruelty of war.

Thinking of this, he climbed up the city wall when no one was paying attention and saw the situation outside the wall clearly.

Not far away there was a dark area, occasionally mixed with colorful lights.

Batta knew that the darkness was the black wolves that were madly trying to advance towards this side like a swarm of insects, biting and wreaking havoc.

The knights with God's Eyes drove all kinds of dazzling elements and formed an array not far from the city wall to resist their invasion.

Before he could observe for a while longer, his team members called him down to find his superiors at the front line to arrange the next task.

He had no choice but to respond and go down the city wall to take on new work.

After completing Batda's escort mission, the next step was to carry out protection and logistics work on the front line.

After all, although they hold official positions as knights, strictly speaking they are not real knights, and we cannot blindly let them go forward to die.

So Batda's team settled down on the front line and carried out the assigned tasks, such as patrolling, protection, and caring for the wounded.

As time went by, the number of wounded soldiers increased, and Batta became more and more anxious. He would go up to the city wall from time to time to see what the battle situation was like over there.

Then we discovered that the black wolf tide was advancing faster and faster.

It's not that there are more of them, but that there are fewer knights resisting them.

If this goes on, this place will be captured sooner or later... Batda thought anxiously.

If his teammates hadn't stopped him forcibly, he would have rushed out with a sword and a shotgun.

——Until his third day at the front line, after he climbed up the city wall again and again to check.

He found that the attacks of the Black Wave were visibly decreasing, both in scale and frequency.

Are we finally going to kill all the black wolves? Barta was excited.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a little cold, and the cold wind blew across his face.

He saw a snowflake floating past his eyes.

Barta looked at the snowflake in confusion, and the next second, he was deeply shocked by the scene before him.

The strong wind mixed with snow, with a deterrent force that seemed to break through the air, swept all the way from the other side of the black wolf tide to the front line.

He saw the proud giant snow wolf and the huge azure dragon bringing a hurricane, sweeping the invading black wolf tide all the way to the sky!

"It's 'Guardian of the North Wind' and 'Guardian of the East Wind'!" Barta heard the Knight of the West Wind beside him shouting excitedly.

As if in response to his cry, Barta heard the majestic and magnificent dragon roar and the sharp and great wolf howl coming from there.

"I knew it! Lord Barbatos will never give up on us!" the Knight of Favonius continued excitedly.

After a while, someone started it, but Barta heard people praising the city walls in an orderly and orderly manner:

"——Praise Master Barbatos!"

"——Praise Master Barbatos!!"

Lord Barbatos?

Although Lord Barbatos was also Barta's unwavering belief, he did not immediately follow the knights in praising loudly.

It's not that Lord Barbatos is a bad person. From the simplest point of view, Mond is in a very cold area but there is no snow all year round. Just from this point, Barta knows that Lord Barbatos has been silently protecting them.

What's more, the Wings of Wind that people often use also need to be blessed by Lord Barbatos before they can be used normally.

But in his mind, there were too many praises for Lord Barbatos, and there was one person he felt was also worthy of praise.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly realized that the loud voices of praise had stopped collectively.

Barta turned around to see what was going on, and saw that the knights on and under the city wall were all stunned, and they all looked up at the sky in surprise.

He looked up with doubt in his eyes.

Then, I was frozen in place by the incomparable shock.

The familiar white color came into view, and a young man wearing a pure white crown spread his wings and descended from the sky like a glowing figure.

The gentle wind blew slowly upon all those who were watching him here, and the injured knights were surprised to find that their wounds had healed!

Barta's lips trembled, and his eyes revealed unspeakable excitement and excitement.

He could no longer suppress the enthusiasm in his heart, and shouted loudly, as if he was using up all his strength:

"——Praise be to His Majesty Saint Samuel!"