Chapter 19: The Father and the Son I
Under the dim sky of Heru, an old man and a young man sat on a nanmu chair on the terrace. Vertices are updated the fastest
There was a small round table between the two, and there were two bottles of red wine and a pair of goblets on the table.
Mu Yan only poured a cup and pushed it in front of the old man, while he shook his head to signal that he didn't need it.
"Pretty good, be cautious in this place, you're doing the right thing."
Glazer smiled and laughed at himself, "Don't trust others too much like me. ”
Mu Yan scratched his head embarrassedly. Until now, he had not returned the black robe and ember ring to the old man, also out of this consideration.
Although most of his vigilance was dispelled, he was still a little worried until he knew what was going on.
If Ash is compared to a bear child with a high-tech weapon, then the one sitting in front of him is a half-buried humanoid nuclear bomb in the earth.
"Mr. Green, can you tell me your story? It's the year 775 of the Faith Calendar, and there is another you in Jialan, what the hell is going on? He asked.
The old man picked up the goblet with his injured hand and shook it twice, the fuchsia liquor swirling in it, the edges brown on the edges. He took a breath of the aroma and looked intoxicated, as if he had fallen into a memory.
Putting down the wine glass, the old man spoke slowly.
"Let's talk about Ash first, I'm afraid I'll forget about him later."
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Glazer came to Heru in the year 547 of the Faith calendar, and as for what happened at that time, I will not list it for the time being. At that time, it was converted into the misty calendar, which is 371 years, which means that he was caught in the last fishing season.
The legendary-level high-quality soul is naturally the most eye-catching, but this did not cause a crazy rush at the time, because the Chao people spoke.
As the long-time hosts and creators of the Crystal Barrage, the Tide Hunters of the fishing season have the highest say in the Nashar Basin, and no one dares to say a word about what they want.
So the Glazer was taken away by the hipsters, and then branded with the highest standard.
The average person's imprint might be a tattoo of an anchor, oar, or shark fin, but behind him is a delicate and huge rudder, like the gilded shackles on the feet of the number one prisoner, representing a sad glory.
He was taken away by Hablon, the king of the Michaos, the captain of the Nagfar, and a wizard of great strength above the Glazer. After the latter was taken away, although the brand made it impossible for him to attack the Michaos, his study of magic and profound knowledge were favored by Hablon himself, so his life as a slave was quite comfortable.
More than a hundred years have passed in a flash, and this year is the 547th year of the Misty Calendar, and fate seems to have played a joke on him.
This year Hablon brought back a group of women from outside, saying that it was his trophies, and that he was to share them with his people as usual. But this time he also invited Glazer, who was already a butler.
The latter, as a legendary mage with both wisdom and civilization, naturally resolutely refused to participate in such absurd activities, so his behavior was regarded as disobedience by Hablon, and in a fit of rage, he removed his position as a steward, and also increased his brand, allowing him to do the most menial work with other ordinary slaves.
The entangled aquatic weeds in the rudder were added later, in order to limit most of his power.
But that's not all, towards the end of the year, something happened.
One of the women who had been taken back was pregnant, and she was casually thrown in the stable on the day she gave birth, and Glazer, who had finished brushing her horse, happened to encounter this scene, and was recognized by the other party at a glance as the "good man" who refused to insult them a year ago, so he entrusted the child to him, and he himself was killed on a nearby tethered stake.
"It's better to be an orphan than to have a lowly mother, but don't let him tain your stupid 'goodness'."
It was the last thing the mother said to Glazer before she killed herself, and the rejection that came to his lips was swallowed back.
Although he was a slave, he was still a living creature. And in Hablon's eyes, the other party is just a trophy that can be shared with others.
Glazer then hastily disposed of the mother's body, creating a false impression that everyone thought they had picked up an abandoned baby.
Hablon didn't bother with it, and joked that since you had picked it up, you should keep it for yourself, and then he specially ordered his subordinates to give him an extra ration, so as not to starve the little fellow to death.
So Glazer began the hard life of a wet nurse. He didn't know what to call the child, and the mother didn't say anything before she died, fearing that her name would reveal the child's identity and that it would bring him bad luck. He had no choice but to give him his new name in Heru, "Ash", hoping that he would be like an ember, even in the midst of ruins and debris heaps, he could shine with the light of hope.
This child is Ash.
In the year 558 of the Mist Calendar, 11-year-old Ash showed excellent mage talents, oh no, wizard talents, far more than his peers. This made Glazer both happy and worried.
This is not a Lokan of love and order: even in the absence of his parents, the newborn tiger cub is respected by the beasts, and everyone expects him to become the guardian of the king of the forest. Here, unsupervised pups are a danger, and countless vicious dogs and jackals will strangle any signs of danger in the cradle.
So he solemnly warned Ash not to show his wizard talent on any occasion, to behave like a normal person, and at the same time secretly spared no effort to guide him, so that his strength could improve rapidly.
Growing up as the son of a slave, Ash was intelligent from an early age, possessing a level of caution that is difficult to find in ordinary people, and at the same time having great respect for his "father" Glazer, who seemed to him to know almost everything.
It was precisely because of this reverence that when he was fifteen years old, when he returned from a trip and saw Glazer being wantonly bullied by a few hipsters, his anger burned his reason and caution, and all the warnings he had heard were forgotten, and he angrily summoned thunder and flames to blast them to the slag.
According to Glazer, Ash, who was only fifteen years old at the time, already had the strength of a purple robe, in other words, more than forty levels, and in Heru it was the level of a fourth-level mercenary, so it was naturally easy to deal with a few miscellaneous hairs.
The screams of the clansmen attracted more Mi Hipsters, who brandished their weapons and condensed their elemental grins and rushed towards the Glazer who was lying on the ground, trying to hold him hostage and force Ash to submit.
Seeing that his father was in trouble, the young Ash immediately rushed over to protect him, but was unexpectedly hit by several attacks, and several wounds were cut on his body for a while, and blood flowed everywhere, splashing on Glazer, who was protected by him.
Just when several stray arrows and fireballs struck, and Ash thought that the two were going to die together, he felt as if his father, who was being protected by him, had changed as if he had changed person, and his whole body exuded an aura that people did not dare to face seriously.
Just like Lord Hablon.
The flying streamer stalled in front of him, then disintegrated into the most basic elements, and even the composite elements ceased to exist, and the person who brandished the weapon to bully him was like stepping into a quagmire, and his movements were slow.
At this moment, the legendary mage from Lokan was removed from his shackles and re-emerged as the master of the elements.
The Glazer, whose strength was inexplicably liberated, easily eliminated all the pursuers, and then immediately fled with Ash in his arms, and soon escaped from the control of the Dash before Hablon found out about it.