"The legends of the Brave Continent are all based on facts, and of course they are true. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIt's just that the encounters and battles in ancient times were a long, long story, and all kinds of ups and downs and joys could not be explained in a few simple sentences. "Although the period of peace of returning to the hermit is longer than the time of life and death...... No, it should be said that it is a very long time, tens of thousands of years should have forgotten everything, but I didn't, I remember everything that happened back then, every word and expression that the seven of us said when we got together, I remember those joyous songs, and I remember all those pains, frustrations, and fears. Perhaps, because of this, I am not afraid of any catastrophe, nor am I afraid of any evil dragon reappearance - hmph, isn't it just that our former subordinates were defeated, why fear another battle? ”

"Uh-oh." Nolan obediently stood aside and agreed, of course, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "The nine-tailed fox brother who fought with you before seems to be one of the Seven Prophets, and he looks like a human, why is his personality so terrifying?" ……”

Before Nolan could finish speaking, Sheila already knew what she was curious about, so she exhaled lightly and said, "Do you want to know the story of the Nine-Tails and us?" -- I have never told those long-ago stories seriously, because I can't finish telling them for three days and three nights. But the scenery is good tonight, I'm not in a bad mood, so I'll tell you about the past, where to talk about, and talk about as much as you can. ”

Nolan immediately nodded like garlic, tried to put on a serious expression, and began to listen to the rare words of the prophet Sheila, and in a gentle tone, began to talk about the encounter tens of thousands of years ago-

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I was born into a small family in the village of Saint Laurent, which was in fact the predecessor of the village of Saints.

In ancient times, resources were scarce, people's abilities were not fully developed, construction and resource acquisition completely depended on coolie labor, and people could not be resurrected, life was fragile and impermanent, and life was very difficult. At that time, people could not have imagined that after 10,000 years, magic and force would evolve to the point where they are today.

When I was a child, my parents lived a life of male farmers and female weavers, which sounded simple, but the truth was hard.

At that time, the sky was not always blue now, and the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn every year were the seasons of sowing, growing and harvesting, but it was also the season when the seven evil dragons were arrogant. In those three seasons, the evil dragon will burn all the souls of hell to the world, the sky during the day will turn blood-red, and the starry sky at night will also be blocked by smoke and salt, only when winter comes, the evil dragon is tired of the pale color of the human world, and the arrogance will be withdrawn into the Rashomon Gate in a boring way, so that the world can reappear in the blue sky when it is white and the galaxy when it is night.

It is precisely because of the smoke of gunpowder caused by the evil dragon that the weather in spring, summer and autumn is always hot and dry, so the land of the world is poor, and the plants are always difficult to cultivate.

Although it is rare to have a full meal, I have slowly grown up in the difficult days.

That year, natural disasters struck again, and my family couldn't turn on the pot for three days in a row, and my parents had nothing left, so they had to discuss and send me to the Saint Laurent convent, which is now the pre-convent of Saint Laurent, not far from the village, when I was only nine years old.

I spent ten years in penance at the Holy Convent, gradually gaining the approval of the bishop and abbot Cluny, and rose from a miscellaneous servant to a nun.

At that time, the monastery was the first place where the teachings of the Holy Spirit were practiced.

Dean Cluny was originally a solitary cultivator who had been in the mountains and forests of the Western Regions all the year round, and was also a hermit, and when she encountered natural disasters and disasters, many people went up to the mountains to visit her, and found that she not only lived a solid life, but also had strong spiritual strength. Cluny explained that she was blessed by the Holy Spirit, and informed everyone who came to ask for food and to ask for her to be a fellow believer about the greatness and generosity of the Holy Spirit, and over time there were a large number of followers. Many of them were poor, but there were also some rich, and eventually the Abbey of Saint Laurent was donated to the Abbey of Saint Laurent to be bishoped and appointed as abbot, with the aim of taking in the faithful and establishing a regular community lifestyle, where the nuns could live, work, and practice the teachings of the Holy Spirit.

Dean Cluny was the first person in my life to see the power of spirit, also known as mana, and the first priest I have ever met with healing powers. It is in this way that she can help people and make good connections. She was also my first teacher, and under her supervision, I gradually learned the methods of condensing and strengthening my spiritual power, and gradually acquired all kinds of spells. It's just that unlike her, in addition to the ability to heal, I also crave more fighting power, after all, it was still an era of chaos and war.

New continents are constantly being discovered, different races and families are fighting for territory, and people are prone to madness in times when it is difficult to survive. Soon the flames of war reached the Abbey of Saint Laurent.

Born on the border between Keane and the Chaos of the Outlands, the Prophet Araz was a rare Clark race with dark skin and golden cat's eyes, and was regarded as a demonic and hoodoo by the people here.

Pursued to the monastery by the nomadic Dolly precursors, Arhas was taken in by the kind Abbot Cluny, but also brought a catastrophe of blood to the Abbey of Saint Laurent.

Soon after, Aras's whereabouts were discovered, and the local militia came to the monastery late at night to accuse the bishop of being demonic and an evil heretic, and arrested all the people of the Saint Laurent Abbey, and the poor monks, along with the bishop, were finally burned at the stake......

And I, at Cluny's behest, escaped from the monastery with Arris and began a life of exile.

The peace of life that had been so easily attained was destroyed overnight, and it was not hard to imagine my hatred, and the desire to become stronger and slash my enemies was always on my mind.

Arrath's guilt was also indescribable, and she swore to avenge me, except for the foolish people, who first came up with the idea of slaying the seven-headed dragon.

It turns out that she was in such a miserable situation because the village where she was born was destroyed and all her family was slaughtered, and the cause of the incident was only because of a rumor - the legend has it that the Clark clan was born by worshipping the seven-headed dragon of hell, and they are apostles from hell. In fact, they are the dragon's meal, and every three months the dragon wreaks havoc, killing one of the village's people and bringing them back to hell to eat.

Aras grew up in the shadow of death, and her hatred of the dragon reached its peak the moment her family was slaughtered.

At that time, I also understood that the seven-headed dragon was the root cause of all these tragedies, and those natural and man-made disasters, the source of those evils, all grew from the shadow of death it brings.

So, without hesitation, I reached a consensus with Aras to slay the dragon for the purpose of doing whatever it takes. (To be continued.) )