In the sky, several eagles spread their wings and flew over, hovering endlessly, and faintly, they could see a few young eagles not far below them, struggling to shake their wings. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Farther beneath them was a small village, where fire and blood flowed, and a black-clad knight wielded a machete, harvesting fresh lives. In a tiny, secret cellar behind a house, a little girl clutched a little boy's mouth tightly, and blood seemed to ooze from her eyes.

In the sky, a strange fluctuation that was difficult for ordinary people to feel emanated, and several eagles instantly dispersed, and there were traces of blood in their wings. Unable to fly without shelter, the young eagles fluttered and fell into the mountains, disappearing.

In a far, far away place from the small village, there are three people standing in the air, gods in the eyes of ordinary people.

Today, there is a battle here, and if anyone is watching the battle, this battle will go down in history.

These are the two things that have happened in the seventy-three years of the calendar year, if anyone knows it, it is a great thing, and if no one knows it, it is nothing, whether they are human beings or God in the eyes of men.

The world is so big, the wind and clouds are changing, and many things happen every day, and everything will exist for many years, whether it is in front of people's eyes or hearts.

They are all great things, because some people know these things, and some people don't know these things, and some people know these things.

Because you know, you are afraid, and because you are ignorant, you are powerful.

Thirteen years later.

In the spring of the eighty-sixth year of the calendar year, in the wilderness of the Western Regions, there was a small village, and there was a family on the very edge of the village.

The house was actually just a simple courtyard, with two or three houses that looked a little stunning, but they were extremely sturdy.

A wooden door made of branches in front of the fence in the courtyard was pushed open, and a tooth-sore sound was made, and a young man dressed in clothes sewn from gray cloth and animal skins frowned slightly, wondering if this door should be repaired. It's not a problem to keep ringing like this.

"Ziran, you're back." In the small courtyard, an unusually beautiful girl in linen clothes sat on a wicker chair and looked at the boy and smiled slightly.

The boy looked at the girl's unusually bright but dim eyes, bowed his head slightly, then raised his head, walked over with a smile, stretched out his arm through the crook of the girl's slender legs, and held her back with one hand.

The boy said as he walked, "Although it is winter now, it is only early spring, the weather is still too cold, you should stay in the room if you have nothing to do, at least you can still block some wind and cold, you are weak, it is better to come out less." ”

The girl leaned on the young man's not broad chest, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat and warm chest, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her long eyelashes blinked gently, looking extremely cute.

"But, I still want to go out and have a look." ”

The young man's steady footsteps paused slightly, then kicked open the door and walked in, as if the pause did not exist, just to kick the door.

It's early spring, and the spring breeze outside is still a little cold, but the hut that doesn't seem to block the wind is very warm.

The boy was silent for a long time before he said, "Wait, when the weather is warmer, I'll take you out for a walk and take you to see the scenery." ”

After a long time, there was a soft humming sound in the arms.

The boy's name is Ziran, the girl's name is Ziyan, they are sisters and brothers, Ziyan is blind, and there is only endless night in her world.

In early spring, the sky is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the wisps of filaments stretch from the sky, and the fog gradually rises, and the ground begins to feel wet. A spring rain is coming.

The boy looked down at the slightly damp ground, and the corners of his lips pursed with determination.

The chill in spring dissipated with a spring rain, and the spring deepened, with a hint of warmth in the spring breeze. The boy looked at the scenery outside, and his mood was a little low for some reason. Why are you so soft with the new willow branches by the lake, and why are you so beautiful with the new peach blossoms?

Such a nice view, it's a pity she can't see it.

Feeling the warmth in the spring breeze, Ziran's eyes were a little bright, a little lost, but more firm.

He's going to take her out to see, where is she going? Naturally, not out of the room, but out of this village, out of this mountain, you can go to see the endless grassland, go to those prosperous cities to see those fireworks in the world.

Or, there are some people.

Many years ago, the two of them came here, and they have lived here for so many years, and the little girl and boy of that year have grown up now, and they are still a little reluctant to leave like this, although he does not have any good feelings about this place.

In fact, there is more than one village like this, but there are many places, and what they all have in common is that they are all located on the banks of the mountains, as if they form a network of lines in the dots, blocking the mountains.

There are still dozens of families in the village, and in the past, they were not the most important part of the village, but now, they are.

There are many people missing from this village, and those who are few have a common name, which is formidable and hateful, and they are called demon hunters.

In fact, the only demon hunter who still exists in this village today is a teenager named Ziran.

The demon hunters originally intended to guard the village and prevent the big demons in the mountains from coming out of the mountains to bring disaster to the world, which was a sacred mission and should be respected, but for some reason, the demon hunters were not respected by the villagers and those in the outside world, but with a lot of disgust, but because of their strength, they just didn't dare to show it.

Ziran is now the only demon hunter in the entire village, and it is equivalent to the last guardian god, blocking the invasion of the big demons in the mountains, but even so, although they have not been excluded too much, they are still not happy, especially when he was young, he clearly remembers the attitude and practices of everyone in the entire village at that time.

Now, the young man Ziran is sixteen years old, and his sister Ziyan is also eighteen years old.

"But if you leave, what will happen to the people of the village? The big demon in the mountains has already wanted to come out and wreak havoc. ”

Ziyan's spiritual voice sounded in the small courtyard.

"What does it have to do with me? I've been guarding it for so many years, and that's enough. ”

"They have taken us in anyway, if we leave, the demon in the mountains will definitely wash this village in blood."

"Take-in? When do I need them to take me in, we can survive without their help, I still remember those things very clearly, how can I forget? ”

There was silence. It was a long time before the girl's pleading voice was heard.

"We told them before we left, so we could be prepared."

"I see." Ziran's voice was a little softened.

The sound of wood felling and the popping of axes chopping wood sounded in the courtyard, as if it were the sound of a large knife cutting heads.

In the sky, the sun hung lazily, and the mild sunlight sprinkled down, making people squint and show a sleepy face.

On the low hill to the west of the hamlet, a miscellaneous horse dragged a new and rudimentary carriage, basking in the sun and chewing on the tender grass that was sprouting green leaves, looking extremely happy.

On the wheel sat a young man, leaning on the carriage, looking at the prairie in the distance where the silhouette could be faintly seen.

He's going to find someone, probably the only friend in the world.

In thirteen years, they had only met once, except for the first one, but that didn't negate the seemingly fragile but ever-changing bond between them.

Thirteen years ago, he and his sister Ziyan met this person in the run, and then became friends, and then he disappeared, eight years ago, he went to hunt a big demon with the demon hunters in the mountains, for some reason, all the demon hunters died, only he escaped with serious injuries, in the days of recuperation in the mountains, he had met once, it was just a glance from a distance, and he did not speak.

Because at that time, he was not alone, in front of him, there was an old man who couldn't see clearly.

Ziran looked at the man with a pair of eyes staring at him tightly, without speaking, without any other movements, just looking at him, as if he wanted to keep him in his heart.

Ziran silently lowered his head, as if dead, motionless, and after a long time, waiting for them to leave, waiting for himself to have some strength, he climbed over, looked at the footprints they left, the things he left behind, and learned that they would be in that grassland.

Is this fate? Ziran sat on the wheel and thought silently, then he smiled slightly, and added in his heart, no, this is fate.

There are only two kinds of people in this world who can make that friend so jealous, one is the enemy who slaughtered their entire village back then, and the other is probably the most powerful kind of person in the world, who can cultivate.

There are big demons in the mountains and forests, then, among the people, there are also some special people, it is said that they are the patrons of fate, the descendants left behind by the divine realm, they are cultivators.

Or, he'll practice too, and that's good.