Dawn of Another World

One, "Soldier"

He is a soldier defending the city.

A day's work is to get up in the morning and patrol every street after roll call.

Take a short break at noon before continuing the patrol.

Occasionally a townsman will ask him or his companions for help in finding their lost child or pet.In the evening, after cleaning up the feces left by the damn birds on the statue of the hero in the central square, and handing over to the guards on duty at night, his whole day's work came to an end.

When he was a child, he loved to listen to the adventure stories of heroes fighting bloody battles.Although his mother had repeatedly warned him - 'the worst thing is to take risks', but who made him a little fool full of fantasies.Despite his warnings, he never tires of listening to the troubadours sing and describe the great age that was gone, and the great adventures of the legendary heroes who lived in its time.

Thales is on.

On the day he officially became a fighter, he seemed to feel that he was about to embark on the same glorious path as the heroes, but the facts proved that he was thinking too much.

Today, he is just an ordinary low-level soldier.

His only task every day is to stand on the streets of the Last City and patrol the streets, guarding the capital of all the orcs in the Northern Alliance.

The surging river of Sukala River of Tears flows through the entire Saofeng Plain day after day. As he grows older, he gradually loses his previous ambitions and those unrealistic and whimsical fantasies.

What he likes and does most now is to come to the fountain in the central square at the end of the day, wait for the children to gather around him, and then tell them the exciting stories he has heard story.

These chirpy little guys, just like him in his childhood, are full of curiosity about the world and a desire to go out for adventure.

"Now, little ones, today's story is over."

Waving his hand, he signaled the children around him to be quiet.

He paused slightly, then shrugged his shoulders, facing a bunch of reluctant gazes around him, he sighed evil-heartedly: "The great emerald era has come. In the peaceful years, those things that you put in your little heads The idea is destined to fail to come true!"

That being said, when he came into contact with the innocent expressions on the faces of the children, he knew clearly that these little guys did not take his warning to heart at all, just like when his parents taught him back then.

"Hey, uncle!" Among the children listening to the story, a little boy with a thick head and a thick head said angrily, and asked him loudly, "Will you continue tomorrow?"

"Oh, of course—" Nodding his head, he pinched the fleshy cheek of the little guy who opened his mouth, pretending to swear solemnly: "Fate is in the hand, I promise, unless Liti and Byrutan Tomorrow will not rise again, and the River of Tears will flood the plains, or nothing will stop me!"

The children laughed and scattered.

This group of energetic little guys chased and frolicked around, and the sky above the entire circular square was filled with their carefree laughter.

After listening to his story, the energetic little guys ran along the huge statues beside the square.At the feet of the solemn and solemn legendary heroes, the children played pretend games according to the storyline he just told.

"I am the Crimson Lord, Godal of the Northern Alliance's Boulder City! It is better to die standing than to live kneeling. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You damned undead will never think of me kneeling! I I order you to go back to the ground——!"

The little boy with a tiger head and a tiger head raised a crimson wooden sword in his hand. Surrounded by a group of friends who played the role of Attila's evil skeleton army, he fought to the end.

The little boy clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands, and turned his head. At this moment, he seemed to have truly become a hero, and behind him were the group of partners who walked side by side with him in countless poetic biographies——

"My friend, don't feel sorry and sad for me. Today you and I fought bloody battles, so that more people will have justice and freedom tomorrow. When this war is over, poets will sing about me in every place of Terra. Deeds. I am Godard, and my name is destined to become a legend!"

The childish voice fell, and behind the boy, the dwarf hero he played was standing with a sword in front of him, and the majestic and solemn black stone sculpture was forever frozen there in a solemn and inviolable posture.

Just as the original owner of the Crimson Great Sword, the dwarf Godal, promised, in the most critical battle of the long Scarlet Holy War, in order to protect his teammates, he alone resisted the fatal blow of the evil mage Selman, Till he died without bending his knees.

In that protracted war, regardless of the Northern Light Alliance or the Southern Holy Federation, countless soldiers and magicians on both sides shed blood and sacrificed their precious lives.

It was the darkest before dawn, and it was also the most bloody and glorious age when heroes were born in large numbers!The warriors stand on the verge of the dawn of light and stand against the evil of Attila, the Lord of Death from the depths of darkness.

Many names and stories that have been sung repeatedly have become one of the few precious treasures in people's memory after the terrorist war that brought serious disasters and impacts to the entire Terra, and have been talked about by generations. road.

"Stupid humans! The laws of this world are out of balance. Under the power of Attila the Lord, the stars are deflected, chaos is falling, and the moon of destruction is destined to swallow... Swallow 'yes' Terra! Defeating me is not the end, Everything is just the beginning... Hahahaha!"

Wearing a black cloak, the little chubby who played the role of the evil mage Selman stood on the steps of the square, with his hips on his hips and let out a wild laugh.

"No, no, it's devouring, devouring!" The crisp child's voice sounded, and the thick-headed boy who left the scene earlier stood up from the steps at this time, and corrected him solemnly.

"Oh..." Scratching his head awkwardly, the chubby sniffed his nose, and under the supervision of a group of eager friends, he recited his lines seriously again.

"Hey, Bonnie! Now it's your turn!"

A group of little fellows shouted in unison, and only then did a thin boy squatting in the corner with a branch turn his head. His dark brown hair was almost black. Under the anxious urging of his companions, he patted his clothes and slowly Get up and approach.

"Ah, Selman, I swear by my blood that you will never let your evil plan succeed. My companions and I, as well as thousands of Terran warriors, will stop your plot at all costs— "

He flicked the branch in his hand twice casually, and the skinny boy named Bonnie was obviously absent-minded.

He plays the nameless magician who is a key figure in numerous legendary ballads.Legend has it that this mysterious mage from the expeditionary force was the one who finally defeated the evil mage Selman and expelled him forever.

But in the official historical materials, there is no record about him.

So far, no historian has been able to verify his name.Even though all the evidence points to the existence of such a great person, this person disappeared from the cracks of time and space as if stolen by the god of time, Omara.

Because of this, historians have been arguing for more than 1000 years without reaching a conclusion. In every city on the mainland, there will always be a blank space for the statues of heroes commemorating that jihad.

But there are enough strange things in this world, he is just a child, why bother with these things!

The skinny boy with a perfunctory face blinked his big eyes, and when his little friends rushed forward to fight against the evil, he took a bored step back and then yawned big.

The boy named Bonnie obviously couldn't understand why his companions would never get tired of the scene where the United Expeditionary Force broke through the Ember City and prevented the mage Selman from disrupting the laws of time and space and changing the orbit of Chiyue Noah .

The evening sky was like fire, Liti and Bairutan were sinking below the horizon, and the huge red moon showed a dim outline.

On the ground, separated from the children playing in the distance, as the gatekeeper of the last city, the man finished telling his story.At this moment, he was sitting by the fountain, polishing the half-winged shield and long sword that represented the honor of the city guards until they were as shiny as new.And the silver armor on his body also reflected a golden streamer in the afterglow.

Colleagues passing by greeted him, the aroma of dinner food gradually wafted in the air, and everything seemed so peaceful and joyful.

When he stood up and was about to leave, a slender line of fire suddenly appeared above the Hero Square.

The golden flames seemed to have found an exit, and they connected together in an instant, reflecting the dusk sky like daytime.The air was ignited at once, and golden fire rained down on the entire square. The scorching heat wave accompanied by the strong wind quickly caused the sporadic crowd in the square to start screaming and running away.

The stable life has lasted for too long. In the face of sudden changes, almost everyone was stunned and lost the ability to think and react.

In the chaos, the thin boy stood still in place holding a branch in his hand.He raised his head, as if fascinated by something, and watched the tumbling flames sweeping towards his body.

"Get out of the way!"

The man let out a loud roar. As the guard of the last city, it is his duty to protect the residents in the city. His body was one step ahead of his mind, and rushed towards the boy.Pushing the stunned child away, before the overwhelming fire and rain swallowed him whole, he couldn't help but think of his mother's words when he was a child.

Sure enough, the worst thing in the world is to take risks.

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The second "Dragon"

The burning pain did not come as expected.

At the very moment, the resounding dragon chant pierced the sky, and it seemed that even the earth trembled and resonated. Immediately, shadows shrouded the entire Heroes' Square. Accompanied by a violent cyclone, those golden flames fell to the ground like rain It disappeared without a trace in an instant.

No, they didn't disappear, but they were swirled and blown high into the sky by the rising air current. The vortex of flames rose higher and higher, and finally surrounded them into a huge sphere, which was as dazzling as the stars shining over the last city.

"It's Plains!"

"Thales, it's the dragon——!"

Such exclamations kept ringing out, and the people who survived the catastrophe in the circular square looked up with surprises on their faces.They looked at the gigantic monster hovering and flapping its wings in the air, its streamlined body surrounded the blazing fireball, and the silvery dragon scales reflected the golden flames.The gorgeous and astonishing scene immerses everyone present in that almost indescribable situation.

Elegant, strong, ancient Plains, most of them inhabit the Dragon Isle in the Far West.The raging sea separated the mainland from Dragon Island, and also isolated the Plains from the rest of the world.The giant dragon was once thought to be extinct, but in the bloody crusade many years ago, the dragon king Zhelu awakened all the sleeping Plains at the cost of his life, and together with all the races on this continent , against the flames of war ignited by the evil mage Selman on the continent of Terra.

The dragon clan also made great sacrifices in that war. When the smoke cleared and everything was over, they faded out of people's sight again.

Only legends and poems, as well as the dragon spirit weapons and equipment passed down from generation to generation in the hands of heroes, still tell the mystery and splendor of these ancient creations.In today's Terra continent, people can rarely see these beautiful behemoths soaring in the sky.

Residents of the Last City were understandably excited about the opportunity to see Plains up close like today.

The silver-white dragon flapped its wings and flew higher and higher, and the blazing fireball also quickly rotated and lifted up again.Lifted to a sufficient height by the violent airflow invisible to the naked eye, like the grandest fireworks show, the huge fireball spinning at high speed began to burst from the inside out, and with a bang, it turned into countless small and bright lights in the evening sky. Golden light spot.

This situation caused the crowd on the ground to look up and cheer.

After the silver dragon hovered above the square for a week, it didn't stay long. It left behind a long dragon chant, and it flew towards the southern sky like a silver lightning.

The source of all the chaos just now, the slender line of fire that suddenly split the space, after the dragon left, it disappeared suddenly without warning, just like when it came.

At this moment, the Heroes Square was full of voices, and more people came after hearing the news.The panic-stricken parents held their terrified children and wept with joy. Someone asked loudly what happened. The soldiers were busy appeasing the emotional residents of the city and arranging for the injured to receive treatment. As far as the eye could see, there was chaos everywhere.

"There seems to be someone on the dragon's back..."

The skinny boy named Bonnie, who saved his life, has been staring blankly at the now empty sky, obviously fascinated by the beautiful and powerful creature.After a long time, being hugged tightly by his mother who rushed over, he seemed to have found his voice.

"Hey, little guy!" Picking up the long sword that fell on the ground, the silver half-winged shield in the hands of the city guard Yarlin still had the residual heat from the flames, and it was this heat that reminded Yarlin What happened to Lin just now was not because he was dreaming.

He took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and rubbed Bonnie's head.This little guy, probably hallucinating from being overly frightened, was still chattering, trying to convince his equally terrified mother that he had indeed seen the figure on the back of the dragon just now.

"Now, the most important thing you should do is to go home with your mother, fill your stomach and then go to bed and have a good sleep." Yarlin said pretending to be serious.

But Boney, like his group of friends, was not afraid of this bearded man who would tell them stories in the square every day, not to mention that just now, Yarlin saved his life desperately.

"Uncle, can you tell more stories about the dragon tomorrow?" Boney asked eagerly, blinking.

"Oh, of course!" Before parting from the mother and son, Yarlin waved his hands and smiled boldly. He couldn't bear to refuse the requests of these noisy little guys who were full of curiosity.

At this moment, Yarlin didn't know, Ponny's mother didn't know, even the skinny boy didn't know that today's incident had planted a seed in his heart.And in the not-too-distant future, this seed will germinate, blossom, and finally bear fruit.

Of course, this will be another brand new story.