When Arila, the reborn sun god of winter, overcame the cold and night, the footsteps of Vesna, the god of spring, came as scheduled.

After welcoming the rainy season and heavy snow, the Slavs finally waited for the next spring ploughing day.

Volosya Festival.

Among the Slavs, the festival of Veres is celebrated on the Thursday of the Feast of Thanksgiving or on the Thursday of the first week of Lent. On this day of the Volosya festival, people let the livestock rest, no longer plough the land, and train the calves or foals before the sun sets. The hostess of the house prepares a sumptuous meal for the day, and the host invites friends and family to the home. After the feast, people walk slowly through the village.

At the time of the autumn harvest, the Slavs would leave a handful of unharvested ears of wheat in the field and offer them to the main god Veres, who called it "Veres' beard". The Slavs believed that this would promote the restoration of the fertility of the land and ensure a good harvest in the coming year.

In a village in Kievan Rus', the sturdy Ilya Muromets is out hunting a giant bear, and just after the winter has passed, everything that has been dormant all winter is slowly beginning to recover.

Carrying a softly glowing halberd around his waist, Ilya wound the short blade with strips of cloth and animal skins to make a short blade for hunting.

Originally, he was considered a hopeless child from birth. Not only can they not speak, but they also can't walk. Until the day of the thirtieth birthday, three pilgrims suddenly came to the house. They begged Ilya Muromets to fetch them some water to drink. Ilya was lying on the field, unable to move, but the elders insisted that he get up.

Then a miracle happened, the bedridden Ilya slowly stood up, he went to the river to retrieve the spring water, and then poured it into the elder's golden basin, the elder told him to drink the water, and in this way, a miraculous power was injected into Elijah's body, and after that, he could not help but be able to walk normally, and became infinitely powerful, with the power of a god.

The Elder, who seemed to control the time of all things, gave him a sharp halberd and told him that one day, a god would ask him for it.

Ilya followed the words of the three elders, and took good care of this non-mortal short blade, and carried it with him.

He walked silently through the forest, with a worried look on his face from time to time. The forest was once familiar, but it seemed to be full of dangers.

Lately he has been hearing rumors from bards from afar about serpents wreaking havoc in Kievan Rus'.

"A troll as large as a mountain range, with the thick limbs and sharp claws of the peak. He did evil everywhere on the land, destroying villages, devouring the villagers, even the towns of Smolensk. ”

"Like a natural disaster, he devoured an army of thousands in one go. Arrows and knives could not cut through his hard scales, and everything became the belly of the sacrificial troll. ”

Under his wrath, Kievan Rus' closed its gates, and the panicked Vladimir recruited Hercules across the country to stop the trolls' onslaught. Sacrifice a slave to a troll and pray that he would not continue to wreak havoc on the country. ”

The serpent traveled in a straight line from northwest to southeast, and it happened that Elijah's village was in this straight line. Originally, he was supposed to prepare food for Volosya at home today, but he was ordered by his father to bring back the prey, and the villagers waited to celebrate.

He didn't want others to think that his son was a useless waste.

"Nothing should happen. ”

Ilya comforted herself in this way, the last snowstorm of winter had just fallen, and after the Thanksgiving Festival, spring was coming, and it was the season of recovery.

The deep snow began to melt slowly, and there was a slight movement in the fallen leaves of the pine needle forest.

At this moment, there was a slight vibration from the soles of his feet, as if something was suddenly shaking off the cliff above his head. However, instead of a gray rough rock, a smooth black scale.

Then there was a terrible movement throughout the valley, and the birds that had spent the winter in their nests flapped their wings and rushed into the distant clouds in panic after this shock. Voles and foxes hiding in tree hollows fled in desperation, as if something terrible was hiding in the valley.

Boom, boom.

There were two more loud bangs, and the cliff that had been standing in front of him began to shake, and the snow continued to peel off the covered cliff. This time the loud noise even triggered a chain effect.

In the distance, the white mountains began to crumble, and the continuous peaks appeared in a chain of avalanches. The white elephant-like mountains began to move in one direction.

At the foot of the mountain, a giant bear emerged from a tree hole trying to escape the moving natural disaster, and Ilya watched as he ran forward at a rapid pace, but the shadow cast over its head grew larger and larger, and finally a mountain-like claw crushed it down the horizon.

Ashes.

The huge and sharp claws stretched for thousands of meters, and when the "peaks" were lifted together, a huge paw print like a lake was left on the plain.

None of the living creatures that had fled in the shadow of the giant claws just now were spared.

The mountains moved forward, and the snow shook off to reveal his true face. The body that could not see the end could only be glimpsed into a scaly claw.

"What the hell is this...... What a monster ......"

Ilya hurriedly hid in the bushes, and he saw a pair of red sun-like eyes, which emerged from the low clouds from time to time, revealing a fierce gaze, and in an instant they were drowned by the sea of clouds. The huge mouth opened and closed, revealing sharp fangs dripping with saliva.

The tiny Ilya saw only half of its head, its huge body comparable to the serpent Veres, who entangled the world.

It was a gigantic beast, like the moving scourge he had described in the bard's mouth, with huge limbs like four mountain peaks, treading through the snow.

Each step forward stirred up snow from the ground, falling like a scattered blizzard on Ilya's head. The tail, which is longer than the Dnieper, is announcing the twilight of the end of the world.

"No, that's not true!"

"Stop, you damn monster!"

Suddenly, Ilya, who was hiding behind the bushes, realized something, his face changed suddenly, he stood up regardless of the danger, and immediately stood up and galloped in the direction of the troll's movement. As he ran, he shouted loudly behind the beast. However, the small sound was drowned out by the loud sound of movement throughout the valley.

The slowly advancing troll scourge is heading in the direction of the village!

Desperate, Ilya makes a bold decision to stop this monster!