St. Lando, the royal capital.

Minion Clint fell asleep on the bed, his hands waving wildly, and his mouth kept muttering.

"Gru ......"

Little Ragnaros's chassis had been secured by Othur's arcane magic, lest the swirling vortex of flames could cause the royal capital of Saint Lando to be in a purgatory-like fire.

The king was already sitting by the window, his dry eyes staring at the sun outside the window.

The sun shone on the king's face, like a warm little hand gently caressing the king's cheek, giving him gentle care.

The king touched his cheek in a daze, and then took off the crown from his head, gently rubbing the blackened crown, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

On the front of the crown is engraved a small line of handwriting - Gwen, the king of Wuxing.

This is the real name of the king.

It was a time of chaos, and the ancient dragons existed with the world and ruled the world.

What shattered this eternity was the arrival of the "first fire". It brings light and darkness to the world, and shows its power perfectly.

With the advent of the First Fire, Gwen ended the reign of the Elder Dragons along with the Tomb King Nit, the Witch of Izaris, and the betrayer of the Dragons, Heath.

But the power of the first fire is limited, it is not endless.

As time passes, the power of the great souls bestowed by the "First Fire" on Gwen and others begins to fade, and the world will fall back into darkness.

And at this moment, the owners of the Great Soul are not gathered.

Nieth, the Tomb King, returns to the giant's graveyard and waits for darkness to fall.

The witch of Izaris tries to create a "first fire" with her great soul, but the result is a tragedy, and the out-of-control experiment distorts everyone present, turning them into the birthplace of demons: the hotbed of chaos.

Nit's pessimism and the witch's failure make Gwen aware of her responsibilities and what she needs to do now.

He represents justice, light, the sun, order, and humanity.

Gwen divided his power among his sons and gave a portion of his great soul to the four kings, and he ran to the original furnace, throwing his body into the fire that was about to be extinguished, and letting it burn his soul to its heart's content. The world has also come back to life. Gwen's followers guard their king at the entrance to the original furnace, and they wear black armor that will destroy any creature that tries to enter the original furnace.

And the price of letting the "first fire" burn again is Gwen's thousand-year-long lonely wandering.

The flames were scorching Gwen's soul and mind all the time, the physical torture was nothing, and the soul wail made Gwen feel so painful that almost several times, he had to give up igniting himself and walk out of the furnace.

But he didn't. Gwen held on, hoping that the world would go on as it always was.

The world needs light...... The world needs justice...... The world needs someone to maintain order...... In this world, someone needs to give their lives......

The flame needs someone to sing it.

However, even so, eventually Gwen's soul was about to be burned out.

In the midst of uneasiness, Gwen, who had been burned by the flames and had lost most of his sanity, was finally about to meet his end.

An undead man cut through the layers of the Black Knight's guard, dressed in Javier's armor and holding a large dragon tooth in both hands, through the mist, and quietly watched Gwen at the entrance to the original furnace.

After the undead sighed, Gwen, who had lost most of his senses, raised his black greatsword and launched an attack on the undead.

The battle lasted for a long time, and Gwen was weak and had little reason to do so, when he was broken by the dragon's fangs.

At this time, Gwen discovered that this immortal contained many powerful souls.

The soul of the witch, the soul of the nits, the souls of the four kings of the little Lund himself......

What does he want to do?

This was Gwen's thought after his soul was absorbed, but he found that he could still see the undead in his fallen body.

The undead hesitated, and quietly walked over to the original stove, as if thinking about something.

Eventually, he reached out to the "First Fire" and, like Gwen, ignited his own soul.

Flames filled the entire primordial furnace, and they cheered. Finally, when there is another strong man who is willing to dedicate his soul, this world will continue and continue its journey.

"Thank you......" whispered softly.

In a twist, Gwen was summoned to Rodney.

Gwen doesn't remember the rest of the story, he's just regained his senses, and when he woke up, he was lying on a large soft bed with dancing little Ragnaros and Minion Klin, and when he woke up, they ran to the table to continue their concert.

Regained his senses, Gwen touched his body in disbelief, feeling his soul, and it turned out that it was all intact.

So ten minutes passed in shock.

Gwen sat on the edge of the bed, looked at little Ragnaros who was dancing, and held out her finger curiously.

"Hmph......" little Ragnaros snorted coldly, ready to see Gwen's joke, waiting for him to clutch his scalded hands and scream.

But no.

Gwen's fingers weaved through little Ragnaros's body and were pulled out unharmed.

"Are you alright?" little Ragnaros froze, touching his body and feeling a little annoyed.

"It's fine. Gwen replied.

Gwen touched his fingers, feeling the burning sensation he hadn't felt for a long time, and a smile appeared on his dry face.

Finally someone has taken over my mission...... In order for the Age of Fire to continue, this world needs more people who carry fire......

I really want to go back and see the world that has rekindled the "first fire".

"Where is this?" asked Gwen little Ragnaros.

"Hmm...... The royal capital of St. Rando?" Little Ragnaros thought for a moment, recalling what Mikael had said.

"Is there any way I can return to my original world?" asked Gwen expectantly, looking forward to the world being filled with light again.

"Then you'll have to find the Night Elves, Mikael said it would be a few days before they returned," Ragnaros waved his hand and waved Safras in his hand in a triumphant manner, "If you want to fight, welcome to me." ”

Gwen smiled, completely unaware of how terrible her face was when she was burned by the flames.

Then ...... Wait.

Gwen looked out the window at the bustling scene and reached out to try to wipe the stain off the glass, but it got dirtier.

Thick embers smeared the glass and obscured the view outside the window.

It's a good world too......