Thundered!

In the middle of the night, a thunderclap woke up the boy Jean on the floor.

Jean rubbed his eyes and stared at the dark room, as if something was wrong. In the air, there seemed to be a smell of burning.

Is it going to rain?

Jean fumbled to get up and close the window.

With a grunt, Jean tripped and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

It hurts!

Jean stood up in pain.

Wrong! Wrong! Something must be wrong!

Why didn't you hear my father's snoring? And every time it rains, it is the mother who gets up and closes the window! What about the father? What about mothers?

Oh, and the floor! How can I sleep on the floor?

Click!

Another thunderclap! Brighten up a dark room in an instant!

Under Jean's terrified gaze, the small room was charred black, with two charred corpses lying across the floor.

It was the arm of one of the corpses that tripped over itself!

"No!"

Jean fell to the ground in horror and curled up in a corner.

Is this the father and mother? Did I burn them?

Is it me?

Whoa!

The rain poured down suddenly, splashing down through the windows and small raindrops falling on Jean's arms.

Whew!

Where the raindrops fell, a crimson flame instantly jumped on his arm.

Yes! It hurts!

Jean rolled in pain, trying to extinguish the flames, but the tumbling flames set the hut on fire.

Jean stared blankly at the raging fire in front of him. The flame on the arm has been extinguished, but the fire in the hut is getting bigger.

What to do?

Going to rush out?

But why is the heavy rain outside the window more frightening than the flames?

That's right, the cellar!

Jean's eyes lit up and he hurried to the corner of the room.

In the corner, there is a heavy black stone slab carved with a flame-like pattern, which is extremely conspicuous in the fire.

Jean struggled to pull open the slate, hurriedly slipped in, and re-covered the black slate.

Sitting on the cold floor of the cellar, Jean gasped heavily.

……

"There was a fire! Jean's hut is on fire again! ”

Through the black stone slabs of the cellar, the shouting of dogs outside can be faintly heard.

Whoa!

Rain cats and dogs. Before long, the fire in the hut was extinguished by the rain.

"Village chief, two people have been burned to death! It should be Jean's parents! ”

"This demon! Even his own parents are going to be burned to death, and the next step is to burn all the people in the village to death! ”

"Gotta find him and burn him!"

"Yes, let him know what it's like to be burned!"

The cacophony of shouts made Jean shiver, and the frenzied villagers were going to burn themselves! Don't sit still, try to escape!

Jean lit the torches in the cellar and walked anxiously around.

How to get out?

Hey? How can there be a door here?

Through the wooden shelves where the vegetables were placed, Jean found a stone door in the corner!

After laboriously removing the vegetables and removing the wooden shelves, a dusty black stone door appeared in front of him, carved with a simple flame pattern, exactly like the black stone at the cellar door!

Jean didn't have time to think, and pushed open the heavy stone door, and in the flickering firelight, there was a deep tunnel, like a demon's bloody mouth.

Without hesitation, Jean stepped inside, groping his way up the rough steps.

The long staircase winds diagonally downward, and the ground is slippery and covered with dark green moss.

I don't know how long I walked, but the ground became dry, and even the corridor became more and more spacious.

Suddenly, two pitch-black stone doors appeared in front of them, both of which were carved with flame patterns, the same pattern.

Jean suddenly rushed forward, struggling to push open a stone door.

Behind the stone gate is a room. The room was very simple, with a table and a chair, and a black candle. There was also a black-robed man, with his back to him, sitting upright at the table and writing something.

The back is very blurry, and every time I want to go around to the front, I will wake up, who is that person?

What is written on paper?

Wait a minute!

Every time? Have I been here before? Also, why wake up? Could it be?

"Found it!"

"Here!"

"Arrest this demon!"

With a rough shout, the stone slabs of the cellar were removed. A group of menacing villagers rushed into the cellar and tied up the newly awakened Jean Gohuada.

Jean subconsciously looked back at the corner of the cellar, and there was only a row of wooden shelves with vegetables, and the shelves were full of dust.

Did you just dream about it?

Outside, the rain had stopped, but the dark night was lit by torches like day.

Jean's cottage has long been unrecognizable and in shambles. The stake on which Jean was about to be burned was quickly erected, and the charred bodies of his father and mother were placed in front of him.

Two stout villagers pulled Jean out of the cellar and tied him to the stake in twos and threes.

Am I going to die?

Jean watched the villagers ignite the firewood on the stake, watched the flames burn little by little, and watched the flames pounce on themselves and devour themselves.

Thundered! Whoa!

Suddenly, thunder and lightning poured down.

"Oh no, the rain will extinguish the flames!"

"Is even the heavens helping this demon?"

Under the angry gaze of the villagers, raindrops fell from the sky and smashed into the burning stake.

However, the flames on the stake were not extinguished, but they were like rain! The flames spread along the rain in an instant, and there were red flames between heaven and earth! Even the dark clouds seemed to be ignited by the flames, and they burned violently in the sky!

"Help! Yes! ”

The villagers' wails rang out one after another, and the corpses were instantly burned to charcoal.

Inside the stake, Jean was still suffering from the flames, but his body was only burned, far from fatal.

After a long time, the flames of the sky burned out, and the sky was already bright.

The village was left in ruins, and Jean lay in the ashes, seemingly unconscious.

Click!

In the distance, a tall figure appeared. Step by step, towards Jean. The pace is not slow, but it is as steady as a rock.

The figure stopped in front of Jean, and a thick voice rang out—

"Jean?"

The voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a strange magic, and it spread far away, even into the soul of the unconscious Jean.

Jean shuddered and woke up.

In front of him was a tall creature, with the appearance of a human, but by no means human.

Dark green skin, vicious fangs, blood-red eyes, and a body more than three meters tall.

By the way, Jean had heard that it was-

Orcs!

Legendary orcs!

Jean said in a trembling voice, "Yes, I'm Jean, may I ask who you are?" ”

In the warm sun, the tall orc smiled slightly, his sharp fangs flashing with cold light, "Hello, I'm Aures. ”

Wow!

At this moment, the world is like a mirror, suddenly shattered, and the shattered pictures disappeared one by one.

"That's it! Let's go! ”

In the dark room, a hoarse voice sounded, and a black-robed man was panting and lying in front of the table, with tiredness in his voice that could not be concealed.

On the table, it was Jean, a sweaty teenager who was already unconscious.

"Yes, sir!"

In the darkness, a gray-robed man walked gently to the table, stared at the table in front of him, stared at Jean on the table, motionless.

At this time, Jean, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, and the red flames instantly swept through the entire room.

Wow!

The world seemed to be a broken mirror, and the firelight disappeared into the darkness.

The door of the house.

In the middle of the runes all over the ground, a black-robed man stood up tremblingly.

Black slate, flame streaks, orc Orres, what does this portend?

"Lord Wizard, what is the outcome of the Prophet's Dream?" An inquiry came from the darkness.

The black-robed man frowned, "Send a night watchman to the Black Iron Mountains to investigate if there are any orcs named Orris." ”

"Yes, Wizard!"

This dream lock is becoming more and more ineffective for him!

The black-robed man looked at the crystal ball shattered into pieces in front of him distressedly, and looked up at the door number of the hut-

Number 001: Jean the Magician's Cabin

Call!

At that moment, crimson flames swept out of the hut again, but the world was never broken again, and the old wizard fell to ashes in the flames with a wail.