The signs before the disaster are always calm, and that peace is unsettling and you don't want to lose it.

Wars over the dragon gods have become legends, sung by bards in taverns, or codified into bedtime books to lure playful children to sleep.

And some stories are often difficult to tell the truth, and the number of people who know the truth is often not too large.

In the woods on the edge of the Dragon's Forbidden Land, a man sitting cross-legged on the ground in a red robe full of embroidered divine envoys closed the children's book in his hand, his hood covering most of his face.

"It's ugly. ”

Muttering like this, the divine envoy stroked the huge white dragon on the cover of the book, then threw the book away, and walked towards the forbidden land.

It was late spring, the weather was fine, and in the good weather of the good season, he had to do something serious.

As usual on a fine day, in Snex, one of the trading hubs not far from the Dragons' forbidden land, it was very busy early in the morning, with Terran transports passing through the clouds in the sky, orc blacksmiths chatting with apprentices with bellows, and Zerg beautiful clerks in the shop skillfully rejecting love letters from aliens, even more skilled than the work at hand.

The owner of a fruit and vegetable shop that was not facing the street sat on a small stool and shook off the excess dew on the vegetable leaves so that he could fill it in the basket, and for a moment, he felt that the ground seemed to shake, he stopped what he was doing, and doubted the authenticity of the shaking just now, so he turned back and asked the young man who was yawning and sweeping the floor: "Was it just now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a huge rumbling sound swept over with a violent wind and a shock a hundred times more violent than before, and the boss was flipped to the ground, watching himself rise and fall with many things in the room, until the back of his head was smashed by the small stool that was still sitting under his buttocks.

So he didn't know that the walls crackled and then toppled over, nor did he see the roof of the house blown away by the strong wind in the first place, nor did he see the billowing smoke and flames rising everywhere, completely obscuring the clear sky with the fine white dust.

When the owner of the fruit and vegetable shop opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on the ground, he felt for a moment that he should not be in his shop, everything around him was strange, everything in the darkness was constantly shaking, spinning, scattering and overlapping, the silence was frightening, but his ears were full of shrill buzzes, he wanted to stand up, but his body was much slower than he thought, he took a moment to regain control of his limbs, and after several struggles he could barely sit up with his arms supporting his body.

The overturned vegetable baskets and deformed shelves on the ground proved that he was still in the store, but only the small half wall in front of him was still standing in his shop, and the gray air was mixed with the smell of dirt after the rain and the unique smell of charcoal when it was first lit, and the fishy sweetness in his nose made him a little nauseous.

It's a sunny day today, why does it smell like rain?

The fruit and vegetable shop owner was a little distracted by this inconsequential question, and his tinnitus seemed to interfere with his normal ability to think, and he sat there in a daze, until some liquid touched the hand that was supporting his body, and he slowly looked down.

The liquid was dark red, and its source was under the other wall of the completely collapsed shop, and the broken bricks showed the broom head that the young man had just used to sweep the floor.

All the senses seemed to awaken in an instant, and the boss rushed over with his hands and feet to remove all the broken bricks and tiles he could move, and if it weren't for the man's clothes, he would hardly have recognized what was buried under the rubble.

Breakfast struggled in his throat, and the fruit and vegetable shop owner stumbled out of the store's ruins.

The other surviving living beings who could move continued to pour out of the gaps and corners as if they had made an appointment with the owner of the fruit and vegetable store, gathering in the open space to gasp, cry, scream or moan, and the frightened were still helpless in place, and those who reacted rushed back to their places to desperately cry for help and digging.

White powder like snow floated through the air, mixed with fire and smoke, and fell leisurely.

At this time, if someone looked to the north, they could see that in the Dragon Forbidden Land, which was not far away from Snax, the huge dark purple semicircle enchantment that was originally a scene of light had disappeared, and was replaced by a miserable white pillar of light from the ground to the sky.

And the powder rushed up into the clouds with a pillar of light, with endless rage, pulling the air and making a piercing scream, all the way to the sky invisible to the naked eye.

At that height, there lived the Protoss who created the beings of Elnia.