From a very young age, he already knew that this was not their world and that they would one day return to their homeland. Although no one knew when they would be able to return to their homeland, let alone how, they all believed in it. In order to avoid more wars with the Lepelians, his people had to move frequently, as far away as possible from the Lepelian settlements, and try to survive until the day when they would return to their homeland.

However, the forests were constantly being destroyed by the Lepelians, and the land was full of mines, and there were fewer and fewer suitable places for them to live, and they had to hide in some of the steep valleys far from the Lepelians. He was born in the world of Lepeilian, and one day seven years later, due to his young curiosity, he flew out of the valley alone, wanting to see the wider world beyond the valley. Surprised along the way, he almost forgot the warnings of the priests and the clansmen, and before he knew it, he flew farther and farther, and when he suddenly turned back, he found that the valley where the clansmen lived had disappeared from view at some point.

At that time, I was too young to see real war, and I did not understand what a cruel survival ritual war was. When a sharp arrow was fired at him coldly, he realized that his people were getting farther and farther away from him, and the ground was full of Lepelians. You must know that the Lepeilian people are the most destructive species in the world, and their civilizational activities such as agriculture, construction, mining, and metallurgy have all brought serious damage to the habitat. In short, the civilization of the Lepelian people was based on the destruction of nature, and sometimes they even exterminated other creatures. Therefore, if you want to live, you have to continue flying, you can't stop, and you can't hesitate in the slightest. So, he flew all the way to the west coast of the Eastern Continent, and only then did he land on a rock to catch his breath tiredly.

Originally, he planned to rest for a while, and then find a way to return to the habitat of his clansmen, but suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, gathering in the direction of his position. In a panic, he dragged his small and tired body and rushed to the sky again. This time, however, he was not so lucky, and was soon hit in the leg by a sharp arrow, followed by more rain of arrows. At the critical moment, he suddenly remembered that he had heard the people mention that it was from here that the Sirvens crossed the Western Sea and migrated to the other side of the sea, because there was a continent on the other side of the sea.

So, in order to avoid the pursuit of those Lepeilian people on the ground, he flew to the sea without hesitation. As a young man, he exhausted all his strength and kept flying in the air, not daring to calculate how many days and nights he had flown in, deliberately ignoring the existence of time. Because as long as he counted the days, he would feel that time passed very slowly, and he was worried that he would not be able to hold on, afraid that he would fall into the sea from the sky before he reached the Western Continent.

In this difficult process, the only thing that sustained him was the belief that he "must live". Because, only alive can return to the homeland, this is the priest's instructions, and it is also a rule of survival that all the streamers in the world of Lepeilian must abide by no matter what. The clansmen often say that in the soul of every streamer, there is the power bestowed by the Sun King. This powerful power will always accompany the lives of the streamers, bring them light, and lead them through all the darkness and difficulties. Even the thousand-year-old war could not blind the eyes of the streamers, and could not blur the firm belief in their souls.

When he finally saw the east coast of the Western Continent, his exhausted wings instantly hung limply on his back, and he fell directly from the sky from exhaustion. He didn't feel any pain when he came into contact with the ground, and thought that he would lie motionless until he had regained his strength, and then go to find a place for the Sirvens to live.

Unfortunately, the place where he fell happened to be not far from the capital of the Kingdom of Savoy, on the beach near the port of Solong. A group of Savoyard people soon spotted him, and he had just closed his eyes...... But perhaps it was after closing his eyes for a long time, he didn't remember it very clearly, because he was so tired. Despite this, his keen perception awakened him the moment the Sava Evangel approached.

In the midst of his struggle, one of the Savoyard men broke his left flank in order to prevent him from escaping. Immediately afterwards, another sharp knife slashed through the broken wing, and the Savoyard threw the severed wing directly into the sea, completely separating his left wing from his body. He still vividly remembered the feeling of the thin blade cutting through flesh and bones. At that moment, his consciousness was so clear that he was not knocked unconscious by the pain. He decided to give up the struggle and concentrate what little strength he had left in his body to the tail......

Yes, he originally had a pair of white and beautiful wings, and a very cute white tail behind him. The tail is attached to the vertebrae, the length of which almost reaches the ground, and it is covered with soft and fine white fur. Especially at the end of the tail, the feathers are very plump and thick, looking like a small fluffy furball, and this is where the light shines most on his body. However, if anyone thinks that this tail is just cute, they are very wrong!

This white tail is the most beautiful, seemingly cute and harmless part of his body, but in fact it is the most dangerous and the most attacking. Because, within the plump feathers at the end of this beautiful tail, there is an incomparably hard and sharp tail spine. So far, there is no sharp weapon in the world that can cut off this tail.

He abruptly gave up the struggle in order to concentrate the last remaining strength on the tail spike, and used this easily overlooked camouflage to directly impale the body of the Sava man who had broken off his left flank. Once he had retracted his tail spike, the Savoyard fell to the ground, completely out of breath. Savoyard red blood dripped down his white tail, and it was the first time he had taken a life, only in the seventh year of his birth.

After seeing their companions fall, the Savoyard were completely stunned. And because he used all his strength, he finally closed his eyes tiredly. When he came to his senses again, he realized that his hands and feet had been chained with serrated teeth, and even his tail had been imprisoned in the shackles. Not only that, but he also dragged two huge and heavy iron balls on his feet. From then on, he, like many beasts of prey, was imprisoned in the Colosseum of the Savoy.

The streamer was very small before he became an adult, and was even much smaller than a baby of the Lepelians at birth, but he grew at about the same rate as the Lepelians in the early stage, and it was in this way that the Savoyard could easily catch him. But after the age of fourteen (in terms of Lepelian's time), the body grows rapidly and begins to move towards adulthood.

Perhaps because he was too young, no one paid any attention to him during his first year in prison. He had sensed what seemed to be the scent of a clansman nearby, but it had disappeared in an instant, so much so that he thought he might have hallucinated because he was too lonely.

One day in the following year, on a whim, King Savoy went for a walk around the Colosseum. It was that year that he first met the half-blood man named Chahu. The reason why he was so impressed with Chahu was not because Chahu was an entourage of King Savoy, but because of Chahu's words, which made his living conditions more difficult and cruel.

"I heard that when this alien was first brought in, he was only so small in size, but he was able to kill a mighty Savoyard warrior, which was really cruel. Chahu compared the size with his hand, and continued to say to King Sava flatteringly, "I don't know who is more powerful compared to the biggest beast in the Western Continent? Your Majesty, it is better to drive this alien to the field, maybe those nobles in the Eastern Continent will be even more excited, and in the future, I will not worry that they will not go here to spread their wealth." ”

Hearing this, King Sava laughed and said, "It seems to be a little interesting, so it is decided, I think you will preside over the game of the Colosseum in the future." ”

Thus, from the eighth to the seventeenth year of his birth in the world of Lepelian, he was forced to wrestle with beasts of prey for the gamblers' amusement almost every day, under the deliberate arrangement of Chahu. In terms of Lepeilian's time, he has not lost since he was nine years old, and he is always the last person to stand on the stage in every fight. It was also from then that Chahu no longer dared to approach him easily, and his legs would tremble involuntarily when he saw him from a distance, although he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

Not long ago, the Savoyans had set up a trap to capture several Sylvins and put them in a cage next to him. This was the first time he had met his own people since he came to the Western Continent for ten years, and this feeling was indescribable, and he couldn't say a word at that time, but he couldn't help but feel relieved. Because he is finally no longer lonely, and finally someone knows that he is trapped here, which means that he will soon be able to get out of this cage.

But the Savoyards did not dare to release the Sirvens from the jagged thorn nets, which remained embedded in their flesh and skin, a state they had maintained for many days, from the moment they fell into the trap. Because once the thorn net is opened, it may no longer be possible to trap the Sirwins, let alone drive them to fight the beasts. After all, these are all adult streamers, and they are different from him at that time. If he hadn't been a tired boy who had flown over the Western Sea day and night, how could he have been so easily captured by the Savoyards?

"Shoot the arrows—"

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-"

Chahu's rough voice, and the sound of a dense rain of arrows rushing through the wind, finally summoned the people on the dueling table back to reality from their distant memories.

"Huh!"

He raised his head, stretched his arms, and stretched his muscles and bones vigorously, for some reason, he felt a little excited today. Thankfully, the chain on his wrist was thick and long, and in this case, it was just right for him to take advantage of.

He suddenly raised his hand, threw the two long chains on his wrists upward, and swung his arms vigorously and continuously, causing the two chains to rotate rapidly above his sides, turning the heavy restraint into a barrier to cover himself, blocking the sharp arrows that flew at him from all directions, and once again succeeded in disappointing the gamblers.

However, this solution will only work for a short time. Luckily, the original ten arrows per Savoyard soldier were quickly exhausted, and unfortunately, this brutal killing game was far from over.

Before he could fully regain his strength, a new round of fighting began. After the Saviey soldiers had finished shooting their arrows, they retreated, and then another group of soldiers launched strange weapons one after another from the aisle of the second-level auditorium. Since he had never been on the battlefield before, and had never seen that kind of weapon, he could not guess what the Savoyard would do against him next. But the cheers in the audience were noticeably more excited than before, for the gamblers knew the weapon, one of the most common field heavy weapons used in war.

That's right, it's a small chain cart. Not only does it allow the chain of spikeballs on the turntable to spin quickly to continuously hit and stop enemy attacks, but it can also be used as a throwing weapon when the large turntable above it is removed. It can throw stones or iron balls covered with sharp thorns at the enemy in batches, and the damage is extremely high, even if it is a small chain cart. It is indeed an exaggeration to think that the Savoyard would launch more than two dozen of these small chain carts at the same time to deal with an alien, and it is no wonder that the gamblers are so excited, probably thinking that this time they will win.

While the people on the dueling table were speculating about what the weapons would do against him, Xiliu and Moye, who were hurrying from under the circular corridor at the bottom of the Colosseum, finally joined up with the Sirven priests who came from the other direction, and they had already found the Sirwins who were imprisoned here. Unfortunately, the position they were in now happened to be in the perspective of the group of Savoyard soldiers by the lake.

"Priest, that's a Ryssi!"

Xiliu turned back in surprise to find that the priest's gaze had already locked on the dueling platform in the middle of the lake. They stood motionless, staring at the people on the dueling platform, paying no attention to the Saviean soldiers who were rushing towards them from the lake with their weapons in hand.