Gzwalk is vast, and on ancient parchment it is called the Western Realm, because people can only have half of the day, half of it belongs to mediocrity, and the other half belongs to wisdom.

To the southwest of the continent is a vast hilly region that is part of the Duchy of Peaks, where Eldan Peaks was a great monarch who repelled the predations of the Storm Empire, the great powers of the south, and was in the limelight for a while.

On the border of the principality, there is an ancient forest, the Ranma Forest, which is said to be inhabited by powerful dragons, and adjacent to it is a small town called Miral.

"Is it done?"

"Don't worry, I'll pour it on him myself. ”

In the darkness of the night, several dark figures hurried out of the town, and in a short time they came to the back of a hillside, which was very remote and surrounded by lonely graves.

Rustle, rustle.

Two of them began to dig the earth, as if they were going to bury something, while the others slowly spread out the blankets they had brought on the ground, only to see a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy wrapped in them.

The young man has a slender body, with slightly curly black hair, delicate facial features, a high nose bridge, and his eyes are closed at the moment, and his face is blue-black.

"Well done. ”

After making sure that the boy was completely dead, the leader gave a gratified thumbs up.

"Young Master Roque, I'm sorry, I hope you won't blame us, after all, this is his order. The man in the lead had a playful smile on his face, and he bent slightly towards the dead boy.

"Let's do it. ”

Rustle.

The men quickly wrapped up and carried him into the pit that had been dug out, and then buried him, and after doing this, they took care of the traces around him before leaving.

For this hillside, it's just one more sleeper, and nothing else has any effect.

Coo, coo.

Several unknown blackbirds slowly landed on those tombstones, and they seemed to be interested in this new tomb.

"W-What's going on?" At that moment, the earth of the new grave rose slightly, and a dull sound of surprise was heard.

Roque was terrified, and when he woke up, he found that he was bound by something, he couldn't move, and the cold breath was sweeping through his body, his breathing was getting more and more unsmooth, and his chest was like a boulder pressed against him.

"No!"

In fear, Roque smelled the smell of the earth, thought of his current situation, and suddenly shuddered.

"Who the hell is going to bury me alive!"

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a huge wave of memories flooded into Roque's mind, and the tearing pain directly caused him to faint.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the space around the new tomb suddenly distorted, and a vague figure was slowly approaching, and there was a hazy feeling around him, as if it was out of place here.

It was an old man, dressed in a white wizard's robe, with thick wrinkles on his face and brown eyes shining with a light that would not be seen from thousands of miles away.

"Never betray the truth, or you will forever fall into darkness and hell. ”

The old man looked at the new grave silently, and said to himself in pieces, then he stretched out his hand and pointed lightly, only to see that the dirt turned over on its own, and it was not long before the blanket wrapped in Roque floated to him.

When Roque awoke, he was standing on a low hillside, surrounded by pitch black, and in the distance, he saw a bright light.

"The small town of Miral. ”

After absorbing the memories of the original owner of the body, Roque knew what place it was, and overnight, his identity and the world had changed dramatically, and his heart was in turmoil.

"If you hold a sacrifice, do you offer a sacrifice?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in Roque's head, and he instinctively reached out and grabbed the necklace hanging around his neck, which was a small object that Roque had bought from the tribe when he was traveling abroad.

But now it seems that it was this culprit who brought himself here, and according to the memories of the original owner, this world resembles ancient Central Europe, but it is not the same, because there are wizards, swordsmen, curses, possessed dolls, dragons, and monsters.

Elves occupy ancient forests and guard the fountain of life, dwarves are busy forging day and night, they are kings of the mountains without fighting the world, orcs listen to the teachings of shamans in ancient temples, they are the children of war, totems are immortal, and tribes are immortal.

The Whisperers walk forever in the darkness of the land, the Watchers are the sentry of the dawn, and the Destroyers are eyeing the continent as their foraging grounds.

"It's a conspiracy. ”

After accepting everything from the original owner, Roque thought about it seriously, his current situation was very dangerous, as the heir of the Black Thorn family, he was actually poisoned by the servants, which was really a great irony.

The Black Thorns are nobles in the small town of Miral, with a badge bestowed by their lord, which in the eyes of the common people is a symbol of honor and status.

But behind the glamorous, there is also a darkness that cannot be shared with others, the most glorious time of the Black Thorn family has passed, and by the generation of your Black Thorn, it has begun to wither.

Roque Blackthorn, now known as Roque, is the heir to the next generation of the family, and according to normal development, sooner or later he will have to take over this burden from his father, your Blackthorn.

But in the last month, everything has changed, first of all, the family's business has been troubled and has suffered heavy losses, then Roque Blackthorn's mother suddenly dies of illness, and then something happened to your Blackthorn, who actually committed a crime against his young daughter, and was caught on the spot by the town's guards.

It didn't take long for Roc Blackthorn's only uncle to suddenly stand up, he listed the various crimes of your Blackthorn, publicly accused him, and finally passed the deliberation of the law enforcement court and sentenced him to death by hanging.

Thinking about it carefully, Roque felt that everything had happened too strangely, how could Lady Martha, who had always been in good health, suddenly die of illness, and how could your Black Thorn, a man who adhered to aristocratic etiquette, do such a ridiculous thing, and why did his own uncle, Seth Blackthorn, who had always been submissive, do such a righteous act of killing his relatives.

The more he thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and Roque suddenly felt that the water in the Black Thorn Manor was very deep, not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

As night approached, the streets of the town were sparsely populated, but in the taverns, the rangers were bustling with interest, the young lads were busy talking to girls, and the drunkards were keen to fight wine.

In the trading house, the idle merchants took off their disguises and were still showing off to each other the gold coins they had earned today, and it seemed that they were planning not to go out tomorrow.

In the dark alleys, the unwritten pink trade goes on quietly, the night is full of infinite temptations, and in the empty market, a thin figure carefully searches the empty stalls for discarded fruits and vegetables.

The dim street lamp illuminated her appearance, it was a lovely little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, with long wavy blue hair, she tied it with a rope, a few slightly curly bangs half-blocked the bright big eyes, and a little blushing.

"Fili. ”

In the middle of the night, when she heard someone shouting her name, Fili hid behind the stall like a frightened rabbit, her face full of horror.

"It's me, don't be afraid. ”

Not far away, a dark figure slowly walked over, apparently knowing where Fili was hiding, and he was standing in front of the stall at the moment.

"You, who are you? How do you know my name? ”

Fili cautiously poked her head out, only to see that the other party had taken off his tattered robes, revealing a very young face.

"Master Roque, why are you here? ”

Fili walked straight out, surprised.

"What are you doing here?" Roque frowned slightly as he looked at the basket he was holding.