The desolate north wind whined between the heavens and the earth, the turbulent waves crashed against the north coast, and the snow and ice fluttered in the wind.

This is the closest place to the edge of the world, covered in endless snow and ice for many years, and I don't know how many secrets are buried under the thick snow.

On this silvery earth, on the shore against the sea of ice, there was a huge black pillar engraved with runes, standing still in the fierce snowstorm, as if it was about to make a hole in the ceiling. Above the pillar, a huge chain, also black, nailed a giant object to this uninhabited land of ice and snow.

It was an incredibly large beast, and even if it was chained to this pillar, it seemed that it could not contain its monstrous ferocity. The giant beast was covered in scaly wounds, and almost terrible muscles and flesh could be seen, only the metallic minions showed its past and present, and the wounds continued to ooze blood under the stimulation of the cold wind, dyeing the towering pillar with a dark red color, and the snow layer under the pillar body that had not melted for thousands of years was all red.

The beast roared, its wings stretched and struggled, its chains rattling in the wind, the scabbing wounds on its body tore open again, the pain deepened its anger, and the beast's eyes suddenly erupted with a blazing golden light, as if some terrifying power was brewing.

But at this moment, the pitch-black runes on the giant pillar shook suddenly, as if they were about to break away from the pillar, and the chain that nailed the giant beast suddenly emitted a strange black gas, and the appearance of this black gas made the light in the giant beast's eyes dissipate in an instant, and it continued to roll like a demon spirit to invade the ears and nose of the giant beast.

"Whoa!!" the beast shook its head in pain and let out a hysterical roar. The black qi curled in its mouth and nose, and from a distance, it looked like a demon king had descended into the world. The beast's hideous pupils were covered with terrifying bloodshots, and it opened its huge mouth as if in compromise, spewing out dreamy crumbs of golden light. The black qi rose like a hungry gluttony, and suddenly enveloped the light chips, twisted and gradually melted into the runes of the pillar body.

This scene is no different from the death of a lonely old gull on the shore of the North Sea, the same unknown, the same forgotten by the world. Soon the wind blew the sun down, and here as in other places, there was a beautiful and quiet sunset, but only the reef was silent.

In the extremely deep underground of the ice chart pillar, the vertical and horizontal tunnels are densely dug into the depths of the ground like spider webs, and the excavation equipment is scattered all over the ground. At this time, the unlit areas of the mine began to sound a slight clicking sound from time to time, until it was completely dark.

"Finally found!" a voice that could not contain excitement, panic, and a hint of relief rang out in the tunnel.

"Really?!Hurry up and tell the old man. Suddenly there was a response in the quiet tunnel.

A dim light lit up in the dark and deep tunnel, and the cave was opened, and an almost illusory hole floated on the mine wall, glowing with a soft white glow, and a stone slab with something inlaid in the dark green moss in the hole was faintly visible.

Four or five figures suddenly appeared in front of the hole, smelling the rotten smell coming from the mine walls and stroking the damp dust on the stone slabs.

"The beginnings of the ancient dream have really come true, and we have found the end that should not exist. One of the old men, whose face was full of wrinkles, trembled and wiped the dust off the slate, and sighed as if sad and joyful.

"It's not too late!" Another grim middle-aged man spoke up, "Everything that exists in this northern realm must be destroyed. ”

"Under the radiance, all evil is cleansed!"

......

At this moment, in the ancient wasteland of the far south, the moonlight was cool, and a man dressed in animal skins painted with primitive symbols of meaning opened his eyes in the cave, which were a pair of eyes that could not see his actual age, without any sense of color. He fiddled with the compass in his hand, and there was a golden light shining in the black air on the compass.

"The dragon breath collection process is about 60 percent complete, and it is expected to be completed within 70 years. ”

When the golden light had completely dimmed, the man closed his eyes again, and sat like a statue, giving the illusion that he had never woken up.

Outside the cave, there were nearly a thousand demonic beast species in the bone-filled wasteland, and the terrifying coercion made it almost feel like suffocation. The monsters are like stars holding the moon around the cave, or tigers standing on dragon disks, or winged in the sky. The blue sky was scorching the wasteland with the poisonous sun, and here the cold scales of the monsters reflected the cold luster, and some beasts began to murmur in a low voice, and gradually, a grand sound resounded in the herd, and the clouds rolled upside down, shaking the world.

And some time ago, before the dawn appeared, on the other side of the ice sea, a pitch-black hand moved in the ice, and a blue light flashed like stars in the darkness.

Compared to the end and awakening of these strange places, there is always more ordinary happening on the vast continent. The breeze swept through the colourful plains, through the lush mountains, and stopped in a remote rural setting.

Just after dinner in Wheat Field Village, a group of children with bread crumbs on their faces chattered around under the old tree at the head of the village, "Grandpa Charles, Grandpa Charles, we want to listen to the story." ”

"Hehe..." Old Charles had the kindness of the most ordinary country old man on his face, and he couldn't bear the enthusiasm of the children, and replied repeatedly, "Okay, sit obediently and listen to grandpa tell stories." ”

"Ahem, uh-huh—" Old Charles cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice.

"In those lost years of history

The flames of thorns swayed in the deepest darkness

The frosty earth bears the embers of a campfire

Lava erupts in the wilderness

oh

There's also a demon spirit dominant

People chew on the roots of rotten grass and hide in caves

The dwarves feast on corpses dragged from the ground in dark burrows

They are also a delicacy in the mouths of giants

In the dusk sky, the dragon flies

oh

What a cold fragment of the world

......

There are kings who rise in despair, and there are fires that are rekindled

He left prophecies

Mankind will conquer the world!

"Grandpa Charles, what is the name of the king, is it the great Aikin?" asked a child whose eyes lit up and bit his dirty little hand.

"Haha" The children and old Charles let out a kind laugh, "Little Aijin, the king doesn't have a name with you, his honorific name has long been unexaminable, and his story has slowly disappeared into the dust of history" The old man sighed the ruthlessness of the years, "But his royal name is like the sun, the light that rises in the darkness and thorns!"

"But if little Ai Jin works hard to temper himself, maybe he will become a big man? Ai Jin Wang? Doesn't sound bad?" the older generation always likes to encourage children to dream of simplicity. But most of the children didn't seem to be interested in such an old and vague story, and they pestered him to tell interesting little anecdotes about the magician's travels to the third continent, which was very popular in the low-level villages and towns.

Old Charles sighed in his heart, did the legend passed down from his grandfather's generation when he was a child finally sleep in the grave forever with him in his own generation?

But isn't life like this, there will be anything immortal. The old man of the village shook his head, with a quiet smile on his face, and spoke to the children in front of him about the adventures of the magician in the book.

The wind is up again. Taking advantage of the last sunset before nightfall, he flew towards the suspended steel barrier of the upper continent, hovering outside the cold steel, and turned into a sigh that did not dissipate for a long time.