Welcome to Ultramarine, mortal servant, the words of the lantern man seemed to still echo in her ears, her black figure had gradually left Birmingham behind, and before he had time to think about the meaning of the lantern man's words, Birmingham glanced at the pure white sword spirit who was also confused, and then hurried to follow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The trees on both sides are so dazzling in the eyes of Birmingham, who has just experienced the bitter winter, but it is also so charming, I am afraid that the trees of the Betley Empire are not as dense and verdant as here, no, not only the Betley Empire, but even Birmingham's proud Ella does not have such a beautiful scenery here.

The tall trees are luxuriant, the scent of grass lingers on the tip of Birmingham's nose, and the gravel road under your feet, although it looks messy, is paved with very regular round pebbles, and a comfortable feeling runs through Birmingham's whole body, and the fatigue and frost of the day are also disappeared in this peaceful atmosphere.

The lantern man's footsteps were fast, so fast that even Birmingham stepped up his pace, and all he could see was the back of the lantern man's black robe, but the scenery on both sides was constantly changing in this quickening pace, and the green trees gradually disappeared, replaced by half-man-high flowers, the branches were tightly entangled, and small green shoots poked out of the brown branches, along with berries the size of red beans.

Birmingham casually folded a branch wrapped around the corner of his clothes, and with a slight force, the red berries were crumpled without fingertips, and the thick juice flowed along his fingerprints to Birmingham's palm.

"Why, don't you dare to eat?" The pure white sword spirit looked curious, and the cherry lips kept opening and closing, and through the angle, Birmingham could see the tip of the tongue of this undisciplined sword spirit spitting out slightly.

"No, it's just that I'd like to see this berry somewhere?" Birmingham stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the flesh crumpled on his fingertips, the sour taste with a hint of sweetness, hesitating to take a good bottle of wine, of course, it would be better if there was a chant at this time.

Just as Birmingham was thinking this, a brisk minor tune along the cobblestone path, lined with the warm golden sun, into Birmingham's ears, birds, insects, or the sun spread, accompanied by the minor tune on the tip of Birmingham's tongue, really like a glass of fine wine, fascinating.

"Villier's Foot Merchant. Birmingham listened with some surprise to the tune that came from him, as a Ella man, he was familiar with this light music, but why did such music appear in the land of ultramarine.

Birmingham, who had thought a little, finally stopped rushing with his feet, and the purple phantom flashed through the forest, and Birmingham's figure also shortened the distance between himself and the lantern man with the flash of the phantom.

The flowers and birds in the woods were singing, the warm spring breeze was caressing the palms, and everything seemed to accompany the Veliers merchant back to Birmingham's unforgettable childhood, the always sour wine, the always brisk chanting, and the old house that often leaked rain, Birmingham could even smell the rotten smell of the old woolen blanket that had been stripped off, and the little fire in the small fireplace. All this continued to appear in Birmingham's mind as Birmingham accelerated, and some yellowed images gradually became clear.

And the breeze in the forest also flowed quickly with Birmingham's footsteps, and changed to a gentle palm gently brushing Birmingham's shoulder, the hair and the long sword in his hand, the shoulder was getting smaller, the hair became black, but the long sword was covered with rust in the wind, and unconsciously, the sword spirit that had been following Birmingham disappeared beside Birmingham with the appearance of rust on the sword, as if it had never appeared.

When Birmingham fell again, and the phantom turned into a substance, a pair of slender little hands entered the pupils of disbelief, and the hair fell gently, sticking to Birmingham's already immature face, falling on his thin shoulders, the clothes were no longer his familiar appearance, but a typical Ella aristocratic attire, the tight cuffs were inlaid with some faded gold threads, the green and black intertwined placket was ironed very stretched, and on his feet were pointed boots that he had not worn for a long time, and as for the rusty family heirloom sword in his hand, it had not been polished, and there was no familiar sword spirit, just lying quietly in Birmingham's hand, but it looked a little tall, somewhat heavy.

Everything went back to the time when Birmingham was ten years old, there were no sword spirits, no troubles, only the taste of wine and the familiar light tune of stealing, and of course, there was a man who had never been in Birmingham's ten years of age, the man with the lantern in the black robe.

"What's going on?" the voice was childish, but the face was solemn and solemn.

"Obviously, isn't it?" the lantern man looked at Birmingham, who had caught up with him, without a hint of surprise.

"Obviously, you mean this?" Birmingham shook his palm, white, slender, and even slightly transparent in the sunlight.

"Living, don't you understand, where is the place where we are now?" Although he couldn't see the lantern bearer's expression, Birmingham still keenly felt the sadness and nostalgia that he had never felt in the tone of the lord of the long river, and the answer that he kept speculating in his mind gradually became certain with the lantern man's words.

"It's a world without winter, right?"

"No, to be exact, this is ultramarines from thousands of years ago, or real ultramarines. ”

"Real Ultramarine?" Birmingham chewed on the unfamiliar word, looking at his smaller hands in confusion, he could clearly feel that time had stopped flowing in his body, and that there were no rules of time set by the goddess in the world here.

"Yes, the real ultramarine, the prototype of that mirrored world. "The world in the mirror, the term is mentioned again, only for the first time it is the one who sings the song, and now it is the man of his own lantern, the lord of the river of souls.

"Ah, what a familiar world. When the black heel landed on the snowy field, the black girl expressed such feelings.

As for Isabella, who was following behind the black girl, she was silently rubbing her shoulders, cold was her first impression of the world, and Mr. Warcraft was the first plan she thought of in an instant.

Looking at Isabella, who was clinging to his back, Mr. Warcraft bared his teeth helplessly, and the words that his mother taught him were vivid: "Cub, you can't do anything to be a mount." ”

Mother, I'm so sorry for you, Mr. Warcraft's sad and indignant mood flashed, and then he flipped his waist so that the two people on his back could sit comfortably, especially the corrupted elf who was already unconscious.

"Oh, it looks like someone has come to greet us. Just as Mr. Warcraft was trying to adjust his figure, the black girl looked at the two figures that appeared in the snowflakes in the sky with interest, especially when she saw that these two figures belonged to elves, and the smile on her face was even stronger.