It is said that the Winged Humans are a race yearning for freedom and adventure, and married adult men and women will give birth to small babies here, and they will be busy and begin to travel around, and there is no habit of raising babies, and there is no concept of home, even these bird's nests cannot be called home, just the cradle of small babies. And Eruch blessed these fragile beings with the power of God, taught them to spread their wings to the wind for the first time, and gave them the strength and courage to soar into the blue sky. When the children are old enough to fly freely, her kindness will immediately turn to cold and harshness, and she will mercilessly drive away the children who have grown up, forcing them to leave the warmth of their original homeland and venture alone on a vast continent that is more changeable.

Children may be able to meet their parents again in the town at the foot of Stormshorn, and the same marks on the feathers are the basis for their mutual recognition. Since then, the young man of the Wing Man has left his sweet childhood and set off on the journey of an adventurer.

Allan pointed to the white cloud directly above the cradle that blocked the scorching sun, a cloud as gorgeous and graceful as a lotus flower, and the sunlight shining through the edge of the cloud.

"That is the summit of Stones, and the abode of the gods of the Goddess. Just get there, and our mission is done. ”

The teenagers rode happily through the Valley of Flowers, feeling only that the fragrant and refreshing wind had made all the pain on their bodies dissipate, and they were so refreshed that they seemed to be able to extend their life by a few years.

Although there is a goddess to take care of, there are also many winged human men who serve as guards in this area. When they saw Arlan, they didn't ask Yuri's identity, but said respectfully, "Your Highness the Spirit Wind Knight, you are back. ”

Arlan smiled, "Well, during the time I've been away, everyone is okay?"

"Rest assured, with us here to guard, no intruder can break in. "It's a coincidence that Wendy and I have each captured a guy who claims to be a human adventurer in the past two days, and it's amazing to find that they look exactly the same. ”

Arlan replied, "Maybe it's the so-called twin brother of the human race?"

The guard said, "They did say they were twin brothers." It's just the first time I've encountered this kind of thing, and I can't help but think it's amazing. ”

"What about identity?"

"It doesn't look like a bad guy, it's said that the researchers of the Apothecary Guild came to collect the Crystal Grass from the frozen area of Domshorn. ”

"I see. Then ask the priest to take charge of the distribution. ”

Yuri asked, "Is this place often broken into?"

"Normally it is impossible for humans to reach this valley of the mountains. However, it cannot be ruled out that the aircraft has accidentally crashed. If there is no malice, of course we will politely ask them to leave, but before leaving, we will give them the secret medicine of forgetting. ”

Virgy asked cautiously, "Twin brothers, will it have anything to do with the successive attacks we encountered?"

Arlan said with a big grin: "Don't worry, even if it has a relationship, drinking the forgotten secret medicine will be a hundred." Ladies and gentlemen, let us go and meet with the priest, and ask him to take us to Lord Eruch. ”

Near the cradle, there was an invisible pillar of wind, and although it was not visible, when Yuri and the others were kicked into it by Arlan, their bodies were immediately lifted up by the strong wind. Rockets, ice skateboards, and pillars of wind, it seems that the winged people rely on themselves to fly, and the mode of transportation is just like this. The three teenagers didn't even seem to have a fresh scream, and finally at the top of the steaming mountain, Yuri and they saw the amazing Temple of the Wind.

The temple is made of wind and clouds. The Elven Clan's Temple of the Stars, although it is a golden temple built on the Sea of Cogears, is also unremarkable in comparison. The Temple of the Wind does not have a single brick or tile, but an eternal wind that flows in a fixed manner, rolling up clouds to form a magnificent and wide wall and pillar stone. The majestic hall is composed of unpredictable clouds, which has a wonderful feeling of both reality and illusion.

"It's like a mirage, but it can be really touched. Virgil exclaimed, "This is a miracle that only God can create." ”

Yuri and the princess were urged by Arlan to move forward. Although there was nothing in the air, wherever they landed, a gentle wind lifted their feet as if they were stepping on a thick cotton carpet. The shadowless and invisible wind, driven by the power of the god of storms, can produce solid physical properties, which is indeed a miracle belonging to the gods.

A man in a gorgeous costume with a young and handsome face and long hair hanging down like a silver-white waterfall greeted everyone politely: "Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

"Lord Priest. Arlan smiled in response, "The three of them are the Free Knights I mentioned in the Wind Message. ”

The chief priest looked at everyone with affection like an old man with old virtue: "The story of your heroic battle in the forest of the elven kingdom has already been heard by the old man. The elven princess Flora, the freelance knights Ulysses and Virgil, the old people of the wind, welcome you here. ”

The teenagers were embarrassed and very proud.

The chief priest said to Arlan, "Your Excellency the Spirit Wind Knight, you have also worked hard. Among the Seven Holy Horses, are you really the only one who participated in this decisive battle against the Lord of Despair?"

Arlan replied calmly, "The Divine Knight represents the Order of Light and has his own plans. The Knight of Aurora has died, and the Mekhanite Knight is still imprisoned in Prism Prison. As for the remaining three knights, the affairs of their clan were enough for them to worry about, so they did not come. ”

The priest said lonely: "The legend of the Seven Holy Horsemen who saved the world is gradually lonely today. ”

"It doesn't matter what the others do, since I am still a Seven Holy Knight, I should fulfill my obligation to protect the living beings of the continent when facing the invasion of darkness. ”

Arlan looked at Yuri tenderly and whispered, "At least my mentor and friend, Lord Joluya, has never forgotten the mission of the Seven Holy Horsemen every day of his life. ”

The Divine Chief's eyes closed slightly: "Then, everyone come with me, please leave the contents of the bottle to the Storm God to dispose of." ”

The group respectfully walked into the windy palace, the deepest part of the hall is the throne of the wind, the sun shines on the windy wall behind the throne, looming a transparent figure, like a graceful beauty dressed in flowing veil, probably this is the statue of Lord Eruchi.

The priests had already gathered, their wings folded in front of their chests, their knees crossed in the air, their transparent tulle flowing slightly, secretly chanting the teachings of the god of wind.

The chief priest holds the symbol of the god of wind, which is a huge silk fan.

"Is it your long-cherished wish to sacrifice the soul of the witch you have captured and place it respectfully under the throne of the noble Storm God in order to be rewarded by the gods for your bravery?"

Holding the crystal bottle in both hands, Yuri slowly walked to the foot of the Wind Staircase under the nod of his friends, and replied earnestly: "Answer the priest, this is exactly what the little freelancer Ulysses wants. ”

"Cut off the right hand of the God of darkness for the world, young man, and you will receive the gospel of the gods. ”

On behalf of the gods, the chief priest took the crystal bottle with his wings of plain white silk in a sacred and noble manner, nodded and smiled to express his approval of Yuri, and then walked to the throne of the wind and declared loudly: "We will finally remember that the annihilation of the witch of the night was the great feat created by the Spirit Wind Knight Arlan and the three young men who fought hard. They deserve God's blessing and glory!"

Arlan raised his right wing to his chest and bowed slightly, and Virgil and the princess also saluted the chief priest with their own etiquette.

Seeing the chief priest walk into the Wall of the Wind and send the crystal bottle into the throne of the wind, Arlan breathed a long sigh of relief: "This is done." Yuri, with the special permission of Lord Eruch, you can visit Mekhanite Knights Tya in the Prismatic Prison. ”

"Thank you, Lord Arlan. Yuri said gratefully.

"You're welcome, your teacher and I are close friends. Arlan looked at the blue sky with a deep gaze, "Not to mention that she once saved the children of the Winged Terrans, of course I can't sit idly by and ignore her students." ”

The princess also said excitedly, "What's next?"

"It was supposed to be a grand feast, with delicious barbecue lamb chops, herb-smoked chicken, and fine wine made from snow peak safflower berries. Arlan drooled.

The princess clapped her hands and said, "Yes! ”

At the same time, the chief priest walked through the corridor in the sky, and opened the crystal bottle when he came to the shining spring of wind.

The viscous liquid in the bottle floated in the air, dissolved into pitch-black dust for a second, and then disappeared without a trace.

The priest was surprised, and said to himself, "Benalis's soul...... Is it going to suddenly fall into powder?"

Suddenly, an urgent feeling of tightness in his chest suddenly came, and the chief priest felt extremely uncomfortable and half-knelt on the ground, and the feathers of his wings suddenly changed from pure white to pitch black, and there was a faint dark red flash in the darkness, spreading like blood vessels.

"W-What the hell is going on!"

The priest choked, and pitch black began to appear along the veins around his neck.

The priest felt the pain of dying, and he struggled to roll down the steps, the last thought in his mind was that this was not the first time that a soul that had fallen into darkness had been handed over to the god of storms, and that souls were usually the lightest suspended liquids that would be washed away by strong wind pressure, but not once had a soul turn into dust and disappear on its own.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and the last sight that appeared in his eyes was the scene of the four walls between the originally blue thrones, suddenly covered with dark clouds and strong winds.

It is the wrath of Eruchi, the god of storms.