For as long as he can remember, Number One has not known his name. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

All battle mages with pure fire elements were included in the Black Flag Army's nursery when they were young, and they would enter the Black Flag Army's training camp at the age of five, with no name, and some were just cold numbers.

Number One vaguely knows who his parents are, but he doesn't remember what they look like.

Before Chronicle No. 1, his parents had died in the Civil War a hundred years earlier. Sometimes No. 1 thinks that if his parents were alive, they should also want to join the Black Flag Army, because they are all members of the Black Flag Army, serving the cold and majestic black figure on the supreme throne of the Battle Dynasty today.

At the age of eight, No. 1 became No. 1 in training camp.

At that time, he looked at his instructor and asked the question: "Why did we come to this world?"

He was not asking why he was born into the world, but why did the battle mage clan come to this new and unknown world a hundred years ago?

One already knew vaguely at the time that the battlemages were not the natives of the world in which he lived, but a group of outsiders, or invaders.

A world that truly belongs to the Battlemage is called Sendlaw.

The instructor, a man who lived through the Civil War 100 years ago and was a survivor of that war, said, "Because we need resources." The higher planes ask for resources from the lower planes than themselves, and this is the plane war. War is the norm between planes. ”

No. 1 thought for a moment and asked again, "Did we grab the resources?"

"Sort of, I've already grabbed a lot. The instructor's tone carried a sense of pride, "In the world we live in, half of the land area is already in our hands. ”

Number One wondered in his heart, why did he continue to fight, why not go back to the place called Sendlow called his hometown?

No. 1 asked the doubts in his heart, but this time the instructor was silent for a long time, a long time, and finally looked at the young No. 1 with a look that No. 1 couldn't understand, and replied, "Because there is a reason why I have to continue fighting." ”

Is there a reason to have to keep fighting......

Later, No. 1 gradually understood that the instructor was a lie. The instructor himself, I'm afraid, doesn't know what the reason for having to continue fighting is.

For the sake of victory, for glory, for conquest, for plunder, all these may be rooted in the deepest part of the human heart, and it is the inferior nature of human beings, and No. 1 also knows that he is helpless about it, and he has never thought of complaining about it.

However, there is a degree to everything.

It's been a hundred years!

Probably enough.

Time flies, and at the age of twelve, the number one in the training camp has become the number one in the reserves, and it is the youngest number one in the history of the Black Flag Army reserves.

No. 1 had high hopes, but he was slow to join the regular army of the Black Flag Army. Although with his strength, he could have entered a long time ago and obtained a good position, which in turn allowed him to obtain more resources.

He lived lazily, watching idlely, but his heart was hesitant and painful.

No one is born alone. It's just that the world in front of me is really not the world that No. 1 wants to face, participate, and experience.

Because this is not home.

Number One wants to go home.

At this moment, No. 1 looked up at the seven-colored sky above the food island, thinking that the legendary hometown of Sendelow was heard to be a seven-colored plane.

He looked at it a few more times, then looked down again, looked closely into Caesar's eyes, and smiled, "Caesar, you are very powerful." But if I didn't want to catch you, but had the intention of killing you in the first place, you wouldn't have won me. ”

Caesar didn't answer, he knew it was true.

In fact, when he just encountered outside the camp, No. 1 always had reservations, otherwise in the case of three to one, Caesar would actually be more than lucky.

It's just that Caesar didn't understand why Number One was smiling so happily before he died.

Caesar heard Number say in a voice that was getting deeper, "It's good, it's good that I didn't kill you." I'll know when I see your eyes, you...... And I ...... It's the same kind of people......"

One's voice gradually fell low, becoming inaudible, and eventually, it fell completely silent, and even the sound of breathing was gone.

One, dead.

His body slowly softened, and he was half lying on Caesar's body. Wen Jing staggered over, kicked No. 1 away, and swung his weapon twice to confirm that the other party was really dead. Karl lifted Caesar up from the ground and asked, "How is it, you are not hurt, are you?"

Caesar didn't answer, struggled to pick up the little dragon who had fainted inexplicably, put it on his lap, and then sat still, bowing his head and not saying a word.

Number One fell, and Number Thirty-Three did not last long, and was besieged by the Wind and Thunder Mages, and was eventually captured.

The red clothes consumed a lot of money, and they used the magic burning technique, but they didn't hurt the roots, so it's okay. Carl and Wenjing are also fine. But March, Lowe, and the pit daddy are not in very good condition. Both March and Pit Daddy were seriously injured, and Luo had a broken arm, and it was the arm that he used to weapon, which was a fatal blow to a professional.

Overall, though, it's still a huge victory, and you're going to be a level 7 battle mage!

The camp gradually resounded with jubilation, and the eyes of the people looking at Caesar were completely different from before, and everyone was convinced that they had seen Caesar's ability with their own eyes.

"Great!"

"Win!"

"Thanks to Caesar!"

"I thought he was going to run away, but I was startled, but then I found out that it was a battle plan. ”

"Anyway, how did Caesar win in the end? I don't understand ...... very well."

Wataru settled everything, sent people to guard the captured No. 33, and sent people to strengthen the vigilance not to relax, and then took Jasmine's hand and came to the side of the wounded who were gathered.

He frowned at the injuries of Lowe, March, and Daddy, then got up and walked over to Caesar, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Jing and Karl stood beside Caesar, equally frowning, worried and puzzled.

That's it from just now, and I don't pay attention to talking to him. Wen Jing said in a low voice.

From the moment on, Caesar seemed to have lost his soul, and sat there in a daze, looking down at something, motionless, like a clay sculpture.

Caesar couldn't understand why the little dragon suddenly fainted.

Did it get hit by One's soul attack? Or was there some other reason?

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, since Caesar was secretly unconscious by the Kent brothers and dreamed of that dim place again, the little dragon's state has always been a little wrong, and the little guy seems to be very tired and listless.

Damn, why didn't you notice it earlier?! Caesar stared at the dragon's body, and the blood-colored halo that faintly appeared on the surface of the dragon's body.

When he really faced the problem, Caesar realized that he actually didn't know anything about Xiaolong.

I don't know what kind of existence it is, I don't know where it came from, I don't know where it's going, and I don't know what I can do to save it at this time.

What Caesar didn't know was that in the eyes of others, he was just as strange, and in the eyes of others, a blood-colored halo gradually appeared on him.