The yellow sand of Silisus is flying, the distance is the sunset, the red glow of the sky renders the sky as if it is burning, the whistling wind blows the gravel, like the smoke and dust raised, the towering pillar of the insect swarm in the distance, it is a different kind of scenery, people stand in the endless quicksand, like a stroke in a painting, this scenery is magnificent so that the three of them hold their breath, even the heartless Lord Anvina, have stopped biting the cake. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Dick once thought that he liked the endless sea, but at this moment, he suddenly realized that the freedom of the sea was nothing compared to this eternal desert.

It's a part of history in itself.

And they are standing in this thick history.

In his left hand, the paladin held a blue crystal ball that had turned into a round whole, and the endless gray storm swirled in it, connecting the black sky with the barren earth, and there was a little thunder and lightning on it, as if another world was outlined in this crystal ball.

Sunderland was silent, Dick could probably think of his mood at this time, it was a mixture of longing and a hint of fear, if the sea had been mulberry and everything that was familiar in the past had been destroyed, presumably the mood of this wind traveler returning home would not be too good.

But Dick felt that he should still bless him, after all, he had helped him, and he still seemed to be a rare elemental creature that could communicate well, and there was a wind-kissed elf, who was still waiting for him even after tens of thousands of years.

On the other hand, this guy is quite happy.

Gianna held a pale blue vial of resurrection, a strange magical creature that could free Sunderland's will from the caged crystal ball and give him a new form, but these two things were not enough, it needed a physical object to carry the weakened body of the wind elemental that had just been resurrected.

It was now in Liadrin's hand, it was a strange white and blue weapon, a sword with an asymmetrical blade, and a wide gauntlet, a long sword between a one-handed sword and a two-handed sword, and the unedged sword shone with a unique sheen, and in some details it was even quite rough-polished.

This should be a mold, but it is a mold created by Thorrison himself, and the materials used are all mysterious essentia ingots, and only a super high-level blacksmith like Thorrison can be sure to cast this long sword in one go.

The appearance of this sword was made by Dick's almost inch by inch guidance of Sorisen, and the Black Iron Emperor said more than once that such a weapon did not meet the requirements of combat at all, and even if it was made, there was no way to reach the level of a divine weapon.

But the paladin made this thing, not for himself in the first place, and this style of long sword will not be used by mortal warriors, this thing itself is the standard weapon of the wind element lord, and after being endowed with the essence of the wind, it will really release its own edge.

This sword is for Sunderland.

At the moment, the three of them are standing outside the Crystal Valley, Dick originally planned to enter the Crystal Valley to complete the last step, but Sunderland's request cannot be ignored, probably this wind prince is not willing to show his weak and embarrassed side in front of the person he likes.

Liadline stepped forward and stuck the unbladed sword in her hand into the ground, Dick took the vial of resurrection from the mage lady's hand, he slowly brought the two things closer, and the crystal ball that imprisoned Sunderland began to tremble slightly, probably sensing that the prisoner was about to escape, and the confinement magic on the cage made by the Lord of Fire Demon himself also began to emit a fiery red light, and soon enveloped the paladin in it.

"Bang!"

The two things gently touched together, and the mouth of the bottle of resurrection began to tremble slightly, which I don't know who was the handiwork of the magic creation mysterious anomaly, it ignored the imprisoned magic of the crystal ball, Dick could feel that the storm in it was like turning into liquid, slowly "flowing" from the crystal ball into the bottle of resurrection.

When the last drop of liquid "wind" drained, the crystal ball in Dick's left hand shattered, and when a cage lost its prisoner, it had no point in continuing to exist.

And at the same moment, all the movement of air that Dick saw in his eyes, heard in his ears, and felt it stopped at this moment, and the yellow sand rolled up in the wind lost its impetus and fell weakly to the ground, and in the distance, the insects that flapped their wings and flew around also fell to the ground at this moment.

The clouds in the sky also stopped in place.

The earth's breathing stagnated for a full second, then resumed. The wind blew again, but this time there was a different taste in the wind.

That's joy, that's joy, that's the smell of cheering.

After tens of thousands of years, the wind welcomed back to another owner of its own.

The paladin cautiously held the vial of resurrection that had been filled with a light blue invisible liquid with both hands, tilted the mouth of the bottle slightly, and sprinkled it on the hilt of the sword in front of him, the invisible liquid disappeared the moment it touched the hilt, and instead the long sword without a blade began to light up with a special light.

The stars are like starry stars.

In the process, the wind grew louder and louder in the ears of the three people, and Anvena pursed her lips, disappeared from Gianna's shoulder, and re-transformed into a warhammer pendant and hung on Dick's wrist.

The spirit of the sun sensed the elemental breath from the wind, the breath that affected her existence, and she was also a special elemental body.

When the last drop of liquid fell from the bottle of resurrection, the original crystal clear bottle also began to weathered from the top, like a destroyed existence after the polish of time, and the quicksand swept from the paladin's palm along the storm that blew his long hair into the sky.

"Stand back, my human warrior!"

Sunderland's deep voice emerged from the humming sword that had been entwined with an entire layer of storm and lightning, and Dick had no intention of showing his bravery, and swiftly retreated with Gianna and Liadline, 300 meters away, when the three of them were still on their feet again.

The storm has appeared!

It was no longer invisible, or a gray storm.

It's pure white, like the color of the clouds, like the purest color.

The howling wind was no longer an adjective, and Dick felt the force pushing from behind, the wind converging towards his eyes, like an invisible palm, pushing him forward, and the paladin plunged the sword of the Brotherhood into the ground, barely holding his feet in the storm that he couldn't even keep his eyes open.

He looked up with difficulty, and the clouds in the sky had long since disappeared, blown away by the strong wind!

The distant sunset also seemed to become distorted, it was the air compressed in the wind, causing the refraction of the light to be wrong, but no yellow sand was rolled up, and Sunderland didn't need these things to show his strength, so under his orders, not a single yellow sand was swept up by the howling wind.

The moment the Wind Prince's form appeared, it swelled to a height that Dick needed to look up to see, like the form of Ragnaros condensed in the magma lake, swirling and intertwining storms, not only storms, but also storms and lightning that haunted them, like pendants on his body.

The dense grid of grids brought the storm together to form a tornado that could only be seen on the sea, and now it appeared on land, and in it, a blue glow appeared, followed by two more dazzling white rays.

That's Sunderland's open eyes.

When his forms were finished, Dick saw the Wind Prince gently wave his left hand with the silver armguard, as if it were a command, and as if he had turned off the button for the wind.

In short, the moment the left hand was waved, the wind that seemed to tear the world apart suddenly stopped.

Not the kind that slowly disappeared, but at this moment, from a storm state full of attack power and destruction, suddenly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

The light in Dick's eyes calmed down, it was still the setting sun, it was still this quiet desert, but in front of him, there was already a behemoth tens of meters tall.

His form was constantly flowing, his breath was like a wind, and his eyes, like cracks in the sky, and on his right hand, the long sword, magnified at least ten times, had been shrouded in dazzling lightning, like a lightning scepter, and there was nothing on his right hand, but a ring of sapphire of the purest was fastened on his finger, and the gem was even twice as large as Dick's body.

I couldn't see his face, it was like a swirling invisible mist, only white eyes were watching the three people in front of him, but the next moment, the white shoulder pads on Sunderland's body moved, he turned his body, and he exhaled softly in the face of the gray storm barrier that was entwined outside Crystal Valley.

The storm receded, and Sunderland saw the slender figure standing in Crystal Valley, the same figure looking at him again.

Ahir, Windkiss Elf, Sunderland, Prince of the Wind Chaser.

The story between the two could not be written in a thick book, but after tens of thousands of years of parting, in the place where they first met, in this valley of beautiful crystals, they met again.

Speechless, not even eye contact, the two giant elements slowly approached, probably because the weapon in his hand was in the way, and with a slight wave of the Wind Chaser, the storm sword in his hand flew towards Dick, and finally stuck upside down on the ground in front of him like a meteorite.

The wind-kissed elf also threw something at Dick, and was gently handed to Dick by the wind, and the paladin would take it in his hand, it was a blue crystal fragment, and it was also the initial starting point of his adventure.

"Huhu

Gianna grew her mouth and gently patted Dick's shoulder, who was deep in thought, and the paladin raised his head, and the hairs on his body stood upside down at this moment.

Originally, there were only Sunderland and Ahir, and in that sky, dense wind elements appeared, and they floated in the air one by one, enveloping the entire sky, and even the light was obscured.

Wind elemental lords of the same size or even larger than Ahir, six in full, floating at the forefront of those wind elementals, they should be the leaders of the Sky Wall, and they should also be supporters of Sunderland.

This is a wonder that this world has never heard of!

As soon as a third of them, nay, a quarter of them attacked, anything in the land, not even the mighty Chira worms, would be torn to shreds by the wind, and the desert would be turned upside down.

At the end of the paladin's vision, in the sky, beyond the reconverging clouds, a phantom of a city draped in white clouds loomed, with the storm in its background, the thunder and lightning as its sound, the wall of the sky, the world beyond the realm of the elements.

It is also the habitat of these silent wind elementals, where there is another creature that is stronger than the Wind Chaser, but the current Dick is not qualified to see the face of the Wind Rider Orakir.

I'll see you in the future!

Dick gripped the blue crystal shard in his hand, and then heard Sunderland's voice ringing in his ears.

"I'm sorry I can't invite you to the Land of the Wind right now, but when the dust settles on the Sky Wall, the palace that belongs to me will open for you! My human warriors, you can enter the sky from Uldam, but not now! I owe you a favor! The Silent Wind will remember all this, but it's time to say goodbye!"

The Wind Prince's body began to dissipate, and Ashel and the wind elementals were also scattered in the air, and only the murderous roar of the Wind Chaser lingered on the barren land, and was finally blown away by the wind.

"Hurricanes never forgive! It's time to get this debt back!"

"Legion of the Four Winds!

"Target, Fire Realm!"

Whew, the breeze slapped Dick's cheek like a parting hug, and the paladin handed the sword of the Brotherhood to Liadline when the phantom of the sky city shrouded in white mist disappeared in the sky.

He no longer needed this symbolic and legendary weapon.

He will have a weapon more in line with his identity, a weapon gifted by the future Elemental Maharaja himself, a weapon born in the purest of storms.

Dick walked over to the huge blue-and-white greatsword in front of him, wrapped in lightning and storm, and reached out his hand, lightly pressing it against the surface of the blade.

The next moment, under the sky that was already surrounded by night and starlight, a silver lightning bolt pierced the heavens and the earth.

"My human hero, accept this blessing... From now on, the wind will be your weapon, from now on, thunder and lightning will be your voice, and from now on, this sky will become the territory of your conquest!"

"May you have a legend that you will not regret..."