This is not an illusory dream, but a kind of future that comes from my own foresight.

In his sleep, thoughts flashed through Ian's mind, and he dimly felt that this future was closely related to and even closely connected to him now.

He was a prophet and could not predict his future, so he used another method to weave a dream of foreknowledge from the perspective of dreams and others.

Six years later.

It was only when Elan grew up to Ian's age that he finally truly understood how amazing his brother's intelligence and talent were.

It is no exaggeration to think that if he trains for another twelve years, he may not be able to catch up with his brother six years ago - whether it is combat skills, knowledge or the ability to judge in battle, he is not as good as his brother in his memory, not even a hand.

It's not beautifying, it's the truth.

He knew better than anyone that his elder brother could learn alchemy inscriptions at the same time, and at the same time, he would not let go of the training of sublimation skills, and even had spare energy to cook and teach himself to learn.

And he has done his best just to practice sublimation skills, learn cultural knowledge, and exercise every day, alchemy and inscriptions can't be said to be beginners, they can only be said to be ignorant.

If it weren't for his brother who laid a good foundation for him back then, at his age, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to master counting.

It is precisely because they have lived together and experienced the talents of their brothers that Elam can always be humble, or objectively examine all his achievements, without any pride and resentment.

Despite this, in fact, Elan is already a genius who has emerged from the White People after Ian.

Under the unconcealed teaching of Bishop Baiwu, he has successfully condensed the source seed and reached the standard of physical fitness.

In just a few days, when the Holy Mountain's receipt arrives, Bishop White Mist will be able to prepare a potion for him and lead him on the path of the 'Dawn Lodger', a unique inheritance of the Huaiguang Church.

Although because he did not 'die' once, he did not meet the needs of the clergy and could not join the Huaiguang Church in the true sense, but in the first place, the Huaiguang Church was not only an organization with clerics, he could act as a collaborator, as long as he made outstanding contributions, he could also advance within the church.

The Xiaoguang Lodger is an extremely special lineage, it is neither the true form nor the bloodline, because the true form of the bloodline was originally a 'difference' defined by a group of scholars and sublimators led by the Huaiguang Church.

Xiaoguang Resident is such a lineage, only psionic can adapt, although after the improvement of later generations, ordinary people can also practice perfectly, but the psychic practice of this inheritance will still be much easier than non-psionic people, twice the result with half the effort.

It just so happened that Elan did have a spiritual talent, and as time passed, his spiritual energy was on the verge of awakening, so he was introduced by Bishop White Mist to practice this inheritance.

But the boy can still sense his brother.

Is this real, or is it an illusion of your own? Even Elam couldn't be sure.

After all, Bishop White Mist really wouldn't lie to himself, although the other party was old-fashioned and uninteresting, he really did his best to teach himself, and after Elder Pude died of stomach cancer a year ago, it was he who presided over the funeral, nominally adopted himself, and reached an agreement with Viscount Grant.

In his own induction, his brother has always been alive, but he lacks the original gentleness and has become extremely calm.

Yes, calm.

No matter what happens, no change can make him angry, feel pain, and be happy...... It's such a calm.

Is my brother really alive? What is the difference between such peace and death?

Elan didn't understand this, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy after all, and he had exhausted all his strength just by gritting his teeth and studying every day, trying to catch up with his brother's back.

"Today, let's keep exercising."

Leaving the house, Elan looked around at the slightly depressed street in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh lightly: "The war still affects Nanling." ”

Two years ago, Duke Thorin, the Grand Duke of the Northwest, declared independence with the support of the Flamelands, which was supposed to be the last straw to break the Empire's western defenses, and since then, the Constructed Knights have been able to drive straight across the Great Plains of the West to the Imperial Capital.

But he didn't expect that just three days later, the Flame Land Fortress Group located behind the Great Desert of the Flying Flame Land also declared independence with the support of the Empire, allowing the Empire and the Seven Cities Alliance to form a pincer offensive to encircle the Nirmathas countries, and the troops once arrived at the Hazy Harbor, the place where the ancestors of Nemasas arose.

- Battle?

What are you fighting, if you continue to fight, you will really change your home!

This was an unprecedented strategic shift, and everyone was stunned and overwhelmed.

Grand Duke Thorin finally understood why the imperial capital ignored his repeated threats and requests for help, the feeling was that the other party was just planning to use himself to block the Flying Flame Land's military peak, and the real strategic action was still in the north!

And the officers and soldiers of the Flame Land Fortress Group also suddenly realized why their group of people sweated and shed blood for the kings, and as a result, the salary became less and less year by year, and there were even arrears, and the feeling was that they were no longer the real strategic front line, they were just abandoned sons who were thrown out to attract the attention of the empire!

- Fortunately, they are independent quickly, otherwise, they would really be discarded as consumables!

Although the situation is critical, it is not particularly critical, after all, everyone is in a hurry, not really urgent.

All in all, Southridge did lose a lot of trade routes due to the blockade of Grand Duke Thorin, and the construction of Harrison Port, which had been thriving, came to a halt, and many merchants and adventurers who had lived here for a long time returned to the Great Plains area north of the imperial capital, which was the home of most of the imperial people.

Elan himself doesn't know much about politics and military power, anyway, neither Grand Duke Thorin nor Flying Flame Land can enter the South Ridge, at most they will send people over to harass them.

And even if it does, so what? Who rules is not rule, and no one will really run over the mountains and mountains to the mountains and jungles to exterminate the locals, right?

At that time, the Great Khan of the Cangtian Royal Court ruled the three plains, invaded the shower wetlands with 300,000 elite cavalry, and was killed by the elven tribes that had not yet formed a federation at that time.

Even now, there are many parasitic insects in the shower wetlands that use the skulls of subhumans as nests, and even form a new species of skull insects, which can be said to have defeated the great Khan's grand hegemony in World War I, and caused the two countries to launch a strategic confrontation that lasted for more than 200 years.

If the Flying Flame Land really wants to invade Nanling, it will not be said to replicate the bloody rain battle of the year, and the eighty percent effect will always be there.

Whew-

The wind was fierce.

The young man who had left the church raised his head and looked at the sky of the South China Sea, which gradually intensified, and the sound like a wave swept over the sea and the jungle, which was a moist sea breeze from the far sea, and when it swept the heavens and the earth and swept through the sea of trees in Nanling, it would make this sound like a wave of the sea of clouds.

The monsoon during the spring and summer months blows the heat and moisture stored in the sea to the central continent in the north, forming a continuous stream of rain clouds, and these moist water vapors will eventually collide with the mountain peaks and the dry hot winds from the north, and finally turn into heavy rains that moisten the vast land.

This is the ecology of Terra, season after season, year after year.

Gray clouds converge in the open sea, this should be a trivial thing that all Nanling people think is unremarkable, and similar scenes are basically possible to see every day.

But this time, Elan instinctively felt that something wasn't quite right.

Not for any other reason, just because of his psionic powers.

His spiritual energy sensed ...... Sensed from those clouds in the sky...... Familiar breath.

The lead-gray dark clouds have converged, and the low, oppressive sea of clouds is spreading, and the originally clear blue sky and blue sea are occupied by these gloomy clouds.

It was like a precursor to a catastrophe and a prelude to a dark plague.

"It's ......"

The white-haired boy's eyes widened, and the purple eyes gradually lit up with endless streams of light purple light, and he breathed heavily, trying to get rid of this oppressive feeling that was about to suffocate.

Elan never imagined that he would be so shocked and stunned when he felt that familiar breath again.

So ...... Admiration and fear.

It's like seeing a fallen mountain, an erupting volcano, a thunderbolt that stretches across the sky, an avalanche and a tsunami sweeping towards it...... It's shock, it's fascination, and it's the kind of fear that is scared.

"Brother?"

Looking up at the sky, the black clouds that had spread to Port Harrison and even the entire Great Sequoia Forest, the young man of the White People raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch those lead-gray clouds: "Is that you?" ”

"You're right here?!"

The wind did not respond to the call.

But dozens of seconds later, a mighty 'warm snow' descended on Harrison Harbor.

Lewen