This work has been conceived for a long time, including the main story, character design, map, location, and so on. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the previous chapters may lead to the setting of some races, and the later plot development will become more and more exciting. Since I'm more nitpicky, I have to check a chapter myself several times, so I write it more slowly, and I hope readers Haihan.

This "introduction" part is related to the rest of the story, although it is ethereal, but it is not lacking in fun.

Finally, I thank myself for being lonely and lonely for countless nights, relying on the sun, moon and stars, and writing hard.

2015/11/5AZ

It was getting late, and everything was silent in the quiet snowy night. There's no singing, no laughter, just snow that never ends.

This is a snow-capped mountain. As far as the eye can see, there are steep mountain peaks, one by one, like evil spirits, grinning in the silent snowy region. Several peaks in the center of the snow-capped mountain are connected into one, and the shape is like a long-sleeping dragon lying there.

There is an ancient castle at the foot of this "coiling dragon", although the sky above the castle is still covered with heavy snow, but there is not even a single snowflake around this castle, as if the castle walls are separated by two different worlds.

In the castle, an old man sat quietly on a wooden chair in front of the fireplace, his silver-white hair flowing to his waist, his cheeks rosy and shiny, and his eyes closed, but still one could feel that he was watching everything around him. The old man sat on a wooden chair for a long time with his eyes closed, only occasionally getting up to pick up a few pieces of wood and throwing them into the fireplace. The castle was silent, except for the crackling of wood burning in the fireplace.

Just when everything was so quiet and peaceful, a low roar came from out of nowhere. Although the roar was low, it felt wild and powerful, as if a sleepy beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years had finally awakened.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a little joy in his deep eyebrows, but he didn't get up, but said, "Awake?"

The old man's seemingly effortless greeting, but his voice was strong and powerful, echoing in the castle, and it was exceptionally transparent.

The "Sleepy Beast" seemed to understand the old man's words, and responded to the old man with a low roar.

"Oh, you want to know how long you've been asleep?" the old man replied. He got up slowly, and slowly walked to the rattan bookshelf behind him, and the candles on the walls around him lit one after another with the arrival of the old man.

The old man must have not taken care of this bookshelf for a long time, and many books are covered with heavy dust. He paced to the last part of the bookshelf, stopped, pulled out a thick parchment book from the shelf, and with a flick of his hand, the dust on the parchment disappeared in an instant, revealing four powerful characters on the book cover: Dragon Diagram World.

The old man slowly opened the parchment.

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Once upon a time, he existed.

He has a muscular body and immense strength, resolute eyes like torches, and superb magic that can do anything.

He has always lived in a small world, that world is just the most ordinary one among thousands of worlds, and he has never taken half a step out of this world.

The sky was red, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a sprawling scarlet.

The earth there is connected, there is no long singing, only a road that can never be completed.

The seasons there are even more unpredictable, and his front foot is full of spring, but the back heel is bitterly cold.

He had lived there for a long time, and finally one day he began to get bored of it. There he could not be happy with his smile, nor would he grieve with his tears.

"It's really a chaotic world," he said. ”

He's leaving, looking for a world of his own.

He sang a poem he didn't understand, searching.

His steps are athletic, he's always on the road, but he never gets tired. If he sometimes feels a little tired inside, he will stop and look at the place where the red sky and the earth meet in the distance, and he yearns for it, and he longs for a new world.

But he didn't expect the road to be so long, and he lived with loneliness and loneliness.

He doesn't like to walk alone alone, he tries to keep the beauty with him along the way. But he could not keep the snow spirits that danced proudly in the cold of winter, for they would melt in the heat of summer as soon as he came near them, nor could he keep the delicate flowers that sang in the spring breeze, for they would wither in the late autumn as soon as he sniffed the fragrance forward.

He began to hate himself, believing that he had brought destruction to them. I didn't know that he was just a passerby, and what he couldn't keep was not those good things, but himself.

Looking at the melting snow spirits and withered flowers, he gradually understood that some journeys were destined to be lonely.

Wearing the stars and the moon to move forward, no longer nostalgic for a momentary scene, he only has a distant yearning in his eyes.

In this way, after walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, stepping through spring, autumn, winter and summer, he finally came to the place he longed for day and night.

But in the end, he was overjoyed. It turned out that the place he longed for was just a continuous cliff, so high that he thought it was connected to the sky, so high that he felt that this was the end of that chaotic world.

He sat on the edge of the cliff and wept bitterly, all hope now turning to ashes and burning his heart. But he felt the tears, and this was the first time he felt tears, he experienced sadness. Tears did not drip to the ground, but flew towards the depths of the cliff.

Is there no way? His face was covered with tears.

He didn't believe this was what he had longed for. He stood up, looked at the unknown world in the distance, and jumped into the cliff in front of him without hesitation, leaving all those losses and frustrations behind.

The moment he threw his body into the air, he burst into tears and laughed like a child.

In this way, he soared in the air like an eagle for a long, long time. The breeze is accompanied by white clouds, and the loneliness and loneliness that have been long ago are also scattered with the wind.

Finally, he came to a new world.

The sky here is blue, like a huge sapphire set in the sky. His eyes were no longer scarlet, but full of hope and life.

The seasons are no longer unpredictable. There are mountains and rivers, the Gobi Desert, dense forests, and snow cellars. Anything you can imagine, you will have.

He found that in this vast world, he was the master of everything here. He wanted to travel through this new world and give each place a new mission.

Determined by his faith, he began his journey again, this time with the purpose of life and hope.

Heading northeast, he came to a place where the seasons were like spring. Here with every step he takes, flowers bloom at his feet. Every time he hummed a poem, hordes of birds and beasts would surround him. There is never a shortage of flowers here, because even if one withers, the other will bloom. Here he felt what it means to be full of life, and he thought that this was the source of life, and he said, "Why don't we call this the 'source of life.'" He likes it here, he likes the beating life elves here, he likes the birds and flowers here, but he knows what his heart wants, and he can't stay here.

Left the source of vitality and continued westward. He crossed the hot rivers and came to a place that was hot all year round. In this place, everything has a fire-like character, and the jumping fire spirits dance around him, and here he feels what it means to be passionate. His blood boils every moment here, and every nerve seems to be burning. He fell in love with this place because it was the paradise of fire, and he called it the "Dance of Fire". He loved it and the dancing fire spirits, but he still had to keep going and explore the unknown.

He walked for a long time towards the south, the hot breath gradually weakened, and he slowly felt a little cool. He climbed a mountain, stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, and was amazed by what he saw. It was a forest towering into the sky, and there was no way to see where the end of the forest would lead. And when he really threw himself into its embrace, he really felt what it meant to be an ancient tree, and when he raised his head, each ancient tree seemed to be a stairway to the sky. It's full of mystery, and the deer running in front of you can transform into a ferocious jackal, tiger and leopard in the blink of an eye. Looking at this cloud forest and the unpredictable weirdness, he called this place "the treachery of the cloud forest". It seems that there is a kind of magic that makes him involuntarily fall in love with this place and want to stay, but he still resolutely chooses to move forward.

It's easy to get lost walking in the cloud forest, so he heads in the direction of the rising sun. When the breath around him slowly made him feel a little cold, and the branches of the trees gradually put on a silver and white snow coat, he knew that he was finally going to walk out of this vast forest sea. The further I went, the stronger the cold breath became, and the feeling was different from the ordinary cold, more like an ethereal song coming from afar, bringing people inexplicable sadness. But the beauty of the surrounding scenery took his breath away, everything here was covered with ice and snow, every tree and flower was formed by crystal clear ice spirits, and he felt as if he was in a white ocean. There's nothing better here than the name, he says, "Ethereal Chill."

Before he knew it, he was walking around the world like this.

Finally he came to the very center of the world. As soon as he stepped into the land, he felt that something was wrong. Elsewhere in this world, whether cold or hot, there is always something that makes him feel alive and hopeful, but here it makes him feel like he's back in that world that disgusts him.

As he moved on, he was stunned by what he saw.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and four words trembled out of his mouth. He trembled not because he was afraid, but angry. He has long thought that he is the master of this world, but the creatures here are killing each other for profit in this place.

He stood in the blood-stained land with anger in his eyes.

"Killing the precepts in Zhongzhou, except for life and death, there are no precepts. He said through gritted teeth.

Watching the creatures here kill each other, he shook his head helplessly, because he was the real murderer.

He brought life and hope to the world, but he did not guard or discipline. If this continues, the rest of the world will become as full of killing as Zhongzhou.

He decided to use his abilities to protect the world he loved.

He began to collect life elements and spirits from various places, and then he fused them together with his own life-creating magic.

So the five guardian gods of this world appeared, and he called them the "Five-Colored Guardian Dragon Diagram". They are so called because they are in the shape of dragons, the five different colors represent their different abilities, and the outline of the scales on their bodies is the area they want to protect.

The source of life is a green dragon. It has the speed of the wind, its turquoise scales, and its ability to rejuvenate all things. It flies like a touch of green, turning into the wind, nothing can catch up with it, it is called the green phantom wind.

Guarding the Flame Dance is a red dragon. Its huge body was surrounded by flames, the scales of its body were as red as red-hot pieces of iron, and its eyes were as hot as two meteorites. It also has a flame that can melt all things, called the East Torch Flame.

Guarding the Clouds is a blue dragon. It has huge dragon wings, and the razor-sharp horn on the top of its head shows the majesty of the emperor. Its changing body is its killer weapon, and the most terrifying thing is that its dragon breath is like lightning whistling in a rainstorm, and it is called Blue Lotti.

Guarding the ethereal cold is a white ice dragon. It possesses indestructible dragon scales covered in a layer of crystal clear ice armor. It is the master of the ice and snow world, it often penetrates the clouds to cover the earth with a layer of snow, and its dragon breath can instantly silence everything in the ice and snow world, it is called white into the sky.

Guarding the middle state of the Killing Ring is a black dragon. This black dragon was formed by the creatures who died in the slaughter in the middle of the killing ring, and it was surrounded by a black aura, and there was no grass everywhere it went. Its dragon breath can turn day into night in an instant, and its duty is more like the guardian Rakshasa of hell, in order to imprison the violent spirit in Zhongzhou, it is called Black Rakshasa in all directions.

"From now on, you are the guardian of this world!" he said to the five guardian dragon diagrams, "you are the masters of this place, you must bring life, hope and protection to it, you must remember that this is your world, the dragon diagram world!"

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The old man didn't finish it, and gently closed the parchment, the expression on his face was unpredictable.

"This book was written by a Terran scholar a long, long time ago. It describes the story of the creation of the dragon map world by the god of Aize thousands of years ago, how long ago, I only know that this book has accompanied me through nine winter visits, and I have seen nine snow abuses, and now it is the tenth winter. ”

The old man paused, "You know, there is only winter here, and one winter will last for a hundred years, so you have been asleep for almost two thousand years. ”

After listening to the old man's words, the "trapped beast" roared, as if telling a long, long dream.

"What? do you mean someone woke you up?" the old man's silver-white eyebrows furrowed, a little strange.

"No wonder the Eastern Star has been twinkling in the night lately," the old man looked out the window with a serious expression, "The Eastern Star is twinkling, indicating that a new savior will appear." There are saviors and there must be destroyers, and although the outside world is calm on the surface, it is only the calm before the storm. After all these years, the anger is still stirring again, but this is no longer something I can control, and there will be a new savior to save his people in an era. ”

The old man sighed.

"Go, the creatures out there need your help and work with the Savior to drive back to hell those things that are not of this world. But when you arrive in that world, you will forget everything you are now, and those dark clusters will find you, whether it is a blessing or a curse is their fate. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he heard a whistling, and a black shadow flashed like a ghost.

The castle returned to its usual calm.

The old man slowly sat back on the wooden chair in front of the fireplace, his eyes closed as if nothing had happened.

Outside the castle, it still snows and never stops.