One day, in the airspace of the Baf Empire, a rainbow-masted airship is soaring freely in the clouds bound for the Volill Empire. A young man was bored admiring the colorful sunset clouds in front of him, a superb view that seemed to be within reach, separated only by a huge crystal core. There was a knock on the door, and with the young man's permission, a scantily clad maid entered the room. She was dressed in a layer of pink light veil, covered with only a few pieces of cloth to hide the only privacy, her posture was graceful, and her whole body was full of charm. "Mr. Crowe, this is your letter. Receiving the letter, Crow ignored the maid's thoughts, explained a few words, gave her a few silver Rileys, and sent her away. Pretending not to hear the "stingy ghost" muttered to the maid as she left, Crow opened the letter and read it.

It turned out to be a letter from his mentor Svhod. "Still using letters?! Mentor, he really sticks to his usual old-school style. Holding the letter in his hand, Crowe couldn't help but complain a few words. After reading the letter a few times, which was almost gibberish, 'Oh, it was a code word,' thought Crow, so he tapped the ring and waited for it to shimmer before shining on the letterhead, and the true face of the original text was revealed. In addition to the usual few words of concern, there were some inquiries about the current situation, but it was one thing that the mentor repeatedly asked in the letter, which aroused Crow's interest. That is, don't expose Neil to some strange books, especially the ones about "foreign countries" that he gave to Crowe. In order to warn Crow, the letter also recounted such an "interesting fact" about Neil.

This has to start from a winter night six years ago, when Neil accidentally opened a book about "foreignness" in the study of the small courtyard and read it, and unconsciously gradually attracted by the things and the world described in the book. "Christmas!" Snowman!" "Ima Alaya!" "Turkey Dinner!" the new words poured into his mind one after another, stirring up terrifying waves that kept him at peace for a long time. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and he began to calculate the calendar, "If you use the calendar here to calculate the Christmas day mentioned in the book, well, it should be two days away!" Thinking of this, Neil jumped up with excitement and decided to have a different kind of "Christmas". "But Master's valley doesn't seem to have any of these things. What should I do?" Neil said to himself, bowing his head. Suddenly, he had a bold idea, and he was ready to surprise the master.

So the next day, he spent the day arranging and preparing the whole valley, and then it went on until the evening, and when it was almost nightfall, Neil once again estimated the rest of the time and fell asleep in a bush.

It was probably the second half of the night, and there were still a few sparse stars hanging in the sky. Neil got up from the bushes and saw through the moonlight the snow-white spherical monster "Momich", a large and a small snow-white spherical monster lying not far ahead, it seemed that it was still mother and son. At this time, Neil first shouted a few times to learn the call of wild birds, and then gently patted the bushes to make some noise, and found that the two Momiqi did not do anything other than turn over, and it was determined that they were asleep for the time being, and Neil, who made the above judgment, tiptoed slowly towards them, and when he was less than ten meters away from the Momiqi, Neil stopped and hid behind a tree, and once again looked at the two giant beasts in front of him. Yes, that's right, the "big and small figures" I just saw are just relative, and if the distance just now is not easy to judge, then the sense of oppression that now dominates the entire field of vision is real. The little Momich who lay down was three or four meters tall as a small tree, not to mention the big one, which was as large as a mound. Neil made one last confirmation, then sat down behind the tree, closed his eyes, went through the plan in his head, and then pulled a glowing kwidworm out of his pocket, tied it to the end of the rope, and threw it straight at the little Momich.

Little Momich was awakened by a sudden unknown object, and he rubbed his small round eyes, only to find that it was a glowing branch worm, which was his usual favorite thing. Little Momic suddenly fell asleep, and his whole attention was on the little shiny plaything. It just wanted to reach out and grab it, but found that the branch insect inadvertently flashed not far away. So it puffed up its round belly, touched its little head, which was not symmetrical to its belly, and went after the plaything. And the big Momichi beside it opened its eyes, and saw that it was just going to have fun again, and fell into a deep sleep again.

At this time, Neil hid behind a tree, and while looking at Little Momich, who was chasing him on his short legs, he pulled the rope in his hand, so that Little Momich always kept a short distance from the branchworm and attracted it. Just as it came to the tree on the other side, the knuckle worm finally stopped running, and the happy little Momich couldn't wait to bend down to catch it. At this moment, Neil, who was hiding in the canopy of the tree, jumped down and threw a heavy blow on the round little head under him. Little Momic was gagged and passed out before he could moan in pain. By the time it regained consciousness, it had been tied upside down from a tree by Neil's limbs, and then wrapped in a net woven of thorn vines, no matter how much it struggled to break free, only to let the thorns of the thorns pierce deeper into its flesh, and the pain intensified, and it couldn't help but scream.

The mournful wail spread through the valley, and the sleeping Momichi was awakened. It scurried in the direction from which the howl had come from, and the anxiety in its heart kept its short limbs running at high speed. In less than a moment, it was in front of Neil, no more than a few dozen paces away. Without hesitation, it vowed to pour out its fury, aiming decisively, gathering strength, calibrating slightly, and then aiming the condensed cannon in its mouth at Neal and blasting it out, but after a moment it suddenly stopped and froze. When the afterburners cleared, Neil was covered in mud, and he held the knife in his right hand, aimed the tip of the knife at the little Momic's eyeball, and waved his left hand to signal it not to move any further. Big Momich had to stand still, unable to guess what the little man was trying to do. Neil hooked his index finger at this time, and the wooden stick on a hillside was pulled out, and the "rumbling" boulder rolled down, crashing into it while the big Momich was unprepared, even though the big Momich immediately made an evasive response, it was still rubbed by the boulder, and the internal organs were impacted. Just as it was still feeling the lingering feeling of the crisis just now, a chill struck in an instant, and it was Neil who jumped up and swung the steel knife at his head. Once again, Big Momic was able to dodge, leaving a trail of blood on its snow-white fur, which could not be doubted, and it immediately turned its round body, bounced away for some distance, and stared at Neil with its eyes wide open, raising its guard against the little man in front of him. After a momentary confrontation, Neil suddenly turned and fled. The inexplicable turn of events left Big Momich stunned on the spot, and moments later its dull eyes were completely ignited with rage, and it felt like it had been fooled by a weak creature with a taunt. After confirming that there was no nearby presence that posed a threat to little Momic, it immediately sprinted in the direction of Neil's escape. The enraged Big Momich rushed wildly while spitting flames, and forced himself to open the way with his fleshy body in the still dense forest. In the blink of an eye, Neil's figure reappeared in its sight, and the battle began again.

A continuous stream of fireworks rained down into the forest, littered with red-hot gravel and drifting sparks. Although Neil's young body was able to take advantage of the geographical advantage of the dense forest, and he was able to dodge the fierce bombardment again and again, and at the same time regrouped again and again to launch surprise attacks on the Great Momich, but he was embarrassed by the physical strength that was gradually approaching the limit and the shelling that could not breathe, his shirt was burned in half, and his young face showed fatigue, but his deep pupils became more and more resolute.

The situation is not optimistic, Neil is cornered by the attack of Nammiqi, and there is a raging wall of fire on the left, right, and behind him, and he is facing the beast, like an angry hill. Seeing that Neil had no way to escape at this time, Big Momich mustered up his strength, roared, and the red flames gathered in the mouth of the blood basin, which was a decisive blow. Suddenly, there was a mournful roar in the distance, and the big Momich's instinctive stop attack action fell into a daze, and the flames that lost their dominance instantly collapsed, and part of the chaotic energy salivated into Momich's body to impact its internal organs, and the other part of the overflow turned into a small storm that swept through the walls of flames, and the flames raged throughout the forest.

"It worked!" Neil just pulled a strange green vine at his feet, and the wail of little Momici in the distance followed. Neil spotted the momentary distraction of Big Momic, took advantage of the terrain, strode forward, and stabbed Mommitch in the back of the neck hidden in the stack of fat from behind it. Suddenly feeling the murderous intent, the big Momic wanted to dodge, but he didn't think that the injury to his internal organs slowed down his movements a few beats. "Poof. The sharp knife pierced, and the mixture of blood and marrow flowed out along the blood groove of the knife body, and the huge "mountain corpse" under the body trembled a few times and fell down.

"Life is in him, and this life is the light of man. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light. Neil muttered, took out a transparent test tube with his right hand, aligned the nozzle with the opening to let the unknown mixture gush into the tube, and then plugged it tightly with a cork to avoid the loss of smell. Jumping down from the "mountain corpse", Neil searched around, pounced on the corpse with the few remaining half-human-tall leaves, and buried the corpse with grass and wood ashes to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by the smell of the "big game". After doing this, Neil sang, "At the beginning of the fog, recreate the light of tomorrow." Then he walked straight to little Momich in the distance, bouncing and jumping.