Rumble!

The torrential rain at night never stopped, as if it was a punishment from an enraged rain god. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a village in the mountains, the lights are extinguished, and they are peacefully rooted in the soil, the rain flows through the village, and the nearby mountains continue to slide...... But it has nothing to do with this village.

"Dad, since I came back, I always feel uneasy in my heart." In a house, a woman wipes the rain from her hair, and her figure shows half a faint silhouette in the dim light of an oil lamp, which looks very beautiful.

"Where are so many taboos, it's just to pick up an abandoned child, look at such a handsome child here, and our family Yi'er can be regarded as having a companion." The man sat on the bed, holding a naked child and wrapping it around a piece of cloth beside the sleeping child.

After sorting out all this, he took off his already soaked clothes, revealing the strong muscles he had cultivated from long-term hunting: "Okay, okay, it's not too early, let's rest." The man changed into clean clothes and lay on the bed ready to sleep, muttering: "I don't know who can bear it so much and abandon such a lovely child." ”

The woman also looked at the two children with joy in her eyes, after all, one more child in such a village would give one more help, and they would all be reliably supported when they grow up.

The outside of the village is unconsciously overgrown with all kinds of green vegetation, which wraps the village tightly like a big umbrella. Countless tiny branches stretch out, bringing the surging rain into the river according to a certain pattern.

Although it was stormy outside, the people of the village slept soundly and had a peaceful night.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the soft soil absorbed some of the water, and most of it flowed into the small river outside the village, and the water of the small river rose to the outside of the village.

The vegetation recedes, shrinking into the soil or tangling around the trees, silently.

Adults fenced off the entrance to the village to prevent children from running out and drowning.

There are different villages scattered across this land, and there is another village not far away, all of which have a certain connection with each other, live in peace with each other, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

The people were dressed almost identically, dressed in simple linen clothes, extracted from various plants, and looked simple and elegant, except for the occasional hunter who liked to weave some hides to look more courageous.

In the heart of the many villages, there is a huge town, known locally as Zondrik, which is the meeting place of all the villages, and can be said to be the sacred place of all people, where the so-called "gods" live.

Usually there are many scattered people who go there to worship, but every time the huge bell rings on the castle tower, almost all the people gather there to worship, and a few excellent people can participate in the organization of the so-called "gods" to learn things that are different from the human world. And that's the reason why so many people worship.

A couple stood downstairs and looked up at the giant clock on the bell tower that reflected the sunlight and sparkled, and couldn't help but sigh and look at the child in their hands dotingly.

"Dad, do you think our family Yi'er and Tian'er can be chosen? They are still so small, they must have a lot of potential. ”

"Is it really possible...? In that case, I would prefer that they be chosen to be in the temple of the god of light. The man turned and looked farther into the sky, where a brilliant and strange city was suspended.

The woman looked at the man, pasted it on him, and smiled slightly: "It must be possible." ”

Time has passed, and five years have passed peacefully.

In the small square of the village, a group of children sit together, and on the stump in the center of the square sits a gray-haired old man, who kindly and patiently explains the history of the village and various stories to the children.

"Village Chief, Village Chief, Yi'er and Tian'er still want to hear the story of the Wind God!" A milky little boy squatted in a clearing in the middle of the village, pulling the old man sitting on a tree stump and shouting.

Around him sat a group of children, all looking at the village chief expectantly, as if they were all looking forward to hearing this fantastic story.

The village chief smiled kindly and nodded, "Then I'll tell you the story of our wind god."

Legend has it that in the beginning, all of us were gods, and the god of wind was the best of them, as his name suggests, he has unparalleled speed and powerful divine power, he protects us as a lord, and people live happily and happily. But one day, the sky turned into night, and since then there has been no day, and countless demons have come down from the sky, killing people when they see them, and sucking the souls of all people, and mankind has suffered heavy casualties.

"Grandpa the village chief, are the devils those people on the Heavenly Island?" Yi Tian sat next to him and thought of the people who paid the dues, and looked at the village chief seriously.

"Of course not, they were separated only because they disagreed with us, and they were originally us."

"Then why can't our village fly?" Yi Tian asked endlessly

"That might... Maybe the god of war likes land. The village chief stroked his beard and said without convincing.

"Oh, that's right." But Yi Tian still agreed in a good way, which made the adults around him laugh.

"Yi Tian, don't interrupt the village chief, what happened to the village chief, the village chief?" Yi Yi looked at the village chief with a serious face.

"After that, the people used the power of the gods to hide in the sea, and the wind god alone faced all the demons, and at the last moment after defeating all the enemies, he was also very wounded and fell into the sea, and no one has seen him again."

"Grandpa the village chief, then why aren't we gods now?" Yi Tian dragged the village chief as if he couldn't finish asking 10,000 questions.

"Ahem... This..."

"Hello Yitian, I've heard this story so many times, let's go out and play!" A boy much larger than Yi Tian pulled Yi Tian and was about to leave.

"Huzi Huzi, I haven't finished asking yet..."It seems that every question will be interrupted, causing Yi Tian's dissatisfaction.

A group of children dispersed and started a game.

"Village Chief." A man walked up to the village chief and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey... Such... That's good, too. The village chief let out a long sigh, got up from the stump on crutches, and walked slowly into the house.

Outside the village, a group of children swarmed a huge lion beast.

"Grandpa Wang, it's time to take me today!" Yi Tian tugged at the lion beast's tail.

"This king will let whoever is obedient go out to play today." The lion beast said domineeringly, holding its head high.

"Hey, Wang, they'll take care of you, take care of it." A man walked to the entrance of the village with a smile on his face.

"Of course, Yiran, don't worry about it for a day, this king is invincible." The king strode along the road, and a group of children wanted to pull the king's hair and climb onto his body to try, "Ouch, it hurts this king, you, you, it's you..."

Each village is based on the surname as a group, there are very strict rules on the bloodline, the theory that each village will also have a guardian beast and a guardian tree, can also be said to be everyone's friends, although there is no competition between each other, but this is also the iron rule set by Zondrik, and Dzongdrik is equivalent to a large gathering place, protecting all villages, but also a symbol of the spirit.

And the beasts in this continent are not very strong, except for predators, those with gentle temperaments or domesticated since childhood are friends, so this guardian beast has become each other's friends all year round, and there is no clear line.

And the real desolate beast is on the other side of the sea, the other largest continent, which is called the wasteland.

;