The year 9410 in the Westin calendar. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The battle between the Macedonian Empire and the Montgoliath Empire, two "behemoths", has just entered a white-hot stage. What exactly did this terrible war come about? Disputes over interests? Or did traitors get in the way? After all, few people know the trigger of the war.

On the northern border of the Macedonian Empire, it is only separated by a mountain from the snowy plains of the Montgolian Empire. The Monterey Mountains, which cut through the two empires, formed a moat that was difficult to defend for either side. Thanks to this natural "Chu River Han Boundary", the two empires have been at peace with each other for thousands of years until the outbreak of this war.

Every commander knew that any initiative that wanted to cross the border could not cross the Monterey Mountains directly. Only by bypassing this natural danger can you have the opportunity to turn into a sharp sword that pierces the enemy's hinterland, and only then can you get the opportunity to strike first.

And in these reckless mountains, there are many hidden villages that have also been blessed by misfortune and avoided the direct invasion of war.

On this day, eight-year-old Caesar Abraham slipped out of the village school again. The old priest dozed off again to the sound of everyone reading, which gave little Caesar an opportunity.

Rather than the dilapidated classrooms, he prefers to wander in the mountains and forests. He prefers to listen to the teachings of nature rather than the old priest.

On the edge of the Monterey Mountains, lush trees shade the sun, and the morning light casts a little light through the staggered foliage, and small figures full of life weave through the light.

Running on the earth-scented land, skillfully turning over the mottled roots of old trees, the sound of gurgling water rings in my ears.

Pushing aside the last of the dense leaves, the turquoise groves emerge, and what appears in front of you is a familiar scene, the most beautiful scene.

The foliage failed to obscure the vast sky, and the golden sunlight poured over the slow-flowing stream, glowing with golden scales.

This is the "secret base" that little Caesar comes to most often after skipping class, but this time, his "secret base" does not belong to him alone.

Little Caesar, who had just emerged from the bushes, froze in place, his shirt still covered with broken leaves. The stream in front of him was still flowing freely, and in front of the stream, a bearded uncle was sitting there, holding a clear spring in both hands and sending it to his mouth.

The uncle was wrapped in a slightly shabby leather coat, with an old long sword stuck diagonally on his back, and the hilt of the sword was wrapped around the white cloth strips again and again, and a leather hat was casually thrown aside, and the cracks on it told the traces of time.

Feeling the movement behind him, but not feeling the slightest murderous aura, the uncle turned his head unhurriedly and saw the eight-year-old little Caesar.

There was curiosity in his immature eyes, not fear when he met a stranger.

"Hello, little one. ”

"Hello, uncle. ”

"What? Is this your territory?"

"This is my secret base!"

Speaking of his secret base, Caesar puffed out his chest proudly, and a hint of pride flashed across his face.

Looking at the cute little Caesar, the uncle's heart rose with a warmth that he had not felt for a long time.

"Really, can I borrow your secret base to rest for a while?"

"Of course no problem!"

Caesar graciously agreed, waved his hand, and made a "please do your own thing" gesture.

The uncle was amused by the little guy in front of him, maybe he didn't even think of it, subconsciously, he stretched out his hand and gently touched Caesar's rare pure black hair.

Little Caesar felt a stream of heat rushing from the top of his head like a warm fire in winter, enveloping him firmly, very warm.

He looked curiously at the uncle who was stroking his head, not knowing what was happening.

The uncle didn't know why he used his fighting spirit to wrap a rare layer of fighting spirit for the child in front of him.

This barrier will accompany him for a while, can protect him from external damage, and will also subtly strengthen his physique.

This is a gift, a meeting gift, for the destined person.

"Alright, little one, it's nice to meet you, I have to go on my way, maybe we'll see each other again in the future. ”

Uncle smiled.

The vastness of the Westin continent has impressed the world, and there are still many mysterious regions that have not been imprinted by humans. I don't know if there will be a chance to see him again in this vast land.

But what does it matter?

Picking up the fur on the ground, the uncle stood up.

It was only then that little Caesar realized that the uncle was very tall, like a high wall in front of him.

The uncle turned and left, seeing that the figure was about to disappear behind the trees.

"Uncle!"

The uncle turned around and looked at the little guy who suddenly stopped him with some surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"My name is Caesar Abraham, and it's a pleasure to meet you. The old priest told me that only when we know each other's names can we really know each other. ”

The uncle was stunned, looking at this reckless and immature face, and only sincerity could be seen from his dark pupils.

This is a gift from nature, and this is a teenager who is truly thriving.

"My name is Apollonius Aristotle, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Apollonius smiled happily, and all the troubles of the war were swept away at this moment, and he had almost forgotten that what was going on next was a war that would be fought in the most brutal way.

Caesar scratched his head, frowned, and looked a little distressed:

"It's such a long name, I don't know if I can remember it. ”

When he raised his head again and wanted to say goodbye to Uncle Apollo, he found that the tall figure had disappeared without a trace.

"Strange uncle. ”

Little Caesar muttered.

The appearance of the strange uncle did not affect Caesar's mood at all, on the contrary, somehow, he had a more enjoyable time today. He felt as if he was running faster, and the tree that he had been able to climb with great effort was now climbing with great ease.

He sat on the branch of the tallest and tallest tree nearby, looking out at the vast scenery in all directions, and his heart was full of grandeur.

He could see and raise his village, and he could see that the people of the village were toiling and living a plain and fulfilling life.

He searched, looking for the roof that ordinary but held up a piece of heaven and earth for him, the beautiful roof made of red tiles, the roof that carried the sweat of his mother's hard work and kept the wind and rain out.

Look, he's found it, and there's it!

Little Caesar had good eyesight and could see at a glance his mother watering the flowers in front of the hut.

Graceful figure, long soft hair, the kettle in his hand, and a little delicate in front of him.

In the picture, it is the most wonderful dream.

The figure in his eyes moved, no longer hunched over to care for the flowers planted by the two, but looked up at the clear sky, as if he saw something.

When the sky is no longer clear, when the clouds roll up the distant horizon.

Caesar saw it, too.

Strange dark clouds rolled from the sky like the mounts of the evil gods. Purple lightning shuttled through it, and from time to time it swept towards the vast land.

Black clouds overwhelmed the realm, covering the sky of the entire village.

It was then that all men saw it, and Caesar saw it.

Through the pitch-black pupils, that figure finally appeared, appearing in the deepest darkness.

The stretched wings glowed with a cold black light, and the black scales were like the hardest armor, breaking through the clouds that had been accumulating for a long time. The back covered in crimson scales was as jagged as a mountain range, and the spikes from the "mountain" were like blood-stained spears. The horn soared from its skull and pointed to the sky, its sharp fangs piercing everything. The exhaled snort filled into smoke, and the black smoke turned into a black flame that corroded everything.

The massive body was entwined with purple electricity, burying the small village in the shadow beneath him, and dragging everyone's hearts into the shadow.

Little Caesar could no longer utter a word, and the only thing left in his mind was a blank space.

He's coming!

Dragon, here!

Apollonius, who had passed Caesar, had already crossed the Reckless Mountains and headed for his destination, Virgina, the capital of the Macedonian Empire.

He had just stepped out of the woods, but suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from behind him.

He looked back.

I saw that in the distant sky, lightning flickered in a black and oppressive cloud, and a body full of absolute power loomed in it. The black wings and scarlet back unleash their coercion to the fullest.

Apollonius was shocked, completely shocked.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Smack!

Smashed on the ground.

"Why is he here?"

"It's impossible. ”

"Why is Odelysses, the Lord of Thunder and Fire, here?"