Spring in the north of the country came exceptionally early this year, probably at least a month and a half earlier than usual. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the past, it was the coldest and most snowy day, but now it is the beginning of the ice and snow to melt, and everything is beginning to recover.

There is a theory circulating among people in the north that the cause of this very abnormal climate change can actually be traced back to the strife and chaos of the Black Wing War ten days ago.

The clash of legends, and the clash of powers beyond the legend level, has caused a nationwide climate change.

To put it simply, it is the strength of the strong people of that level who fight hard, and the energy fluctuations are too strong, and their influence exceeds the limits of ordinary people's imagination.

This is an untouched ancient forest of the Battle Dynasty, known as the "Misty Forest of the Black-scaled Bear" when the Forest Clan ruled the Northland a hundred years ago.

The perennial mist shrouds the forest, which is a paradise for wild animals, and at the top of the forest food chain is a high-level magical beast called the Black-scaled Bear.

The early arrival of spring wakes up those hibernating bears.

The black-scaled bears, who are strong but not very intelligent, can't figure out why this year's spring has come so quickly, and it seems that the scheduled time for awakening has not yet arrived.

But...... As long as there is food, it doesn't really matter if there is anything else.

An adult female black-scaled bear walked along the side of a stream in the woods, and there were many thawed broken ice cubes in the stream, and the mother bear's gaze swept over the water.

There is no favorite fish, and there is no such thing as a scarce but delicious water rock snake, as if not all creatures are timely enough to react to the early arrival of spring?

Huh, wait, what's that?

The she-bear stopped the light and quickened her pace into the stream, dragging a large block of ice to the shore a moment later.

It leaned close to the ice cube and sniffed it, its eyes showing joy and confusion, the ice cube had body temperature and the smell of meat, but the bear searched through the limited mind, wondering what kind of prey smell was on the recipe?

The she-bear had never seen a human in her life, so she didn't know that the "unknown creature" in the ice in front of her was a human teenager.

Of course, this is not a big problem, the recipe is constantly expanding, try this new variety!

The mother bear began to pull down large ice chips with her huge bear paws, and at the same time tentatively opened her mouth, wanting to try how the new breed tasted.

Its nose sniffed, sniffed, sniffed, and unconsciously sniffed the heart of the frozen human teenager.

This place had the highest body temperature, and at the same time there was a slow pulse transmitting from it, and the beast's instinct was to wipe out such pulsations before it was officially eating.

But something unexpected happened.

Not only was there body temperature and pulse coming from the heart of the human teenager, but there was also a breath that made the strong she-bear's whole body suddenly freeze and then retreat backwards like lightning.

It stared at the human boy in the ice in disbelief, and let out a low, uneasy growl.

About a minute or so later, the she-bear, who woke up from hibernation and was so hungry that she could eat it with a piece of wood, turned around and ran away without looking back.

It's like fleeing from predators.

If the she-bear could speak human language, she would probably scream and repeat the word: "Dragon!" From the heart of a human boy, it smelled the breath of a dragon that it hadn't smelled in a long time!

A hundred years ago, there were still dragons in the misty forest, although that breath has disappeared for a hundred years, but the fear brought by the dragons has been integrated into the blood and bones of the black-scaled bear clan.

It has to be said that Caesar was very lucky.

If he hadn't been fished out of the stream by this black-scaled she-bear, he would probably have drifted unconsciously, gradually exhausting the little body energy he had left, and finally died silently.

And now, without the washing of the river, the ice on the surface of his body is gradually melting.

Time passed quietly.

After about two hours, Caesar's body shuddered as if shivering, and then his eyelids moved, and finally he opened them with some difficulty.

Caesar's eyes were dazed, which was of course normal, and all people who had just woken up from a coma would be at a loss, because it would take time to confirm where they were, what their state was, and a series of other basic information.

It's just that after this period of awakening and really waking up, Caesar still has nothing in his eyes.

He stiffened himself on his elbows and went from lying down to sitting.

This simple action caused severe pain in at least six parts of his body, but Caesar couldn't remember the source of these pains.

He looked down at his body, and there was no clothes on him, only a few rags of rags.

Caesar frowned, he felt that he should not have only these things that were not clothes, there should be something else, not clothes, but something gray and metallic.

But I still can't remember.

"What the hell is going on?" Caesar muttered under his breath, turning his head to look over his shoulder, while raising his right hand and instinctively touching the empty space on his shoulder.

Then he froze again, he didn't know why he was looking at his shoulder, and he didn't know what the meaning of the gesture of raising his hand to caress was.

My mind is getting more and more chaotic.

Caesar patted his head, trying to remember something, but he didn't know what he was going to remember. It feels like a lot of things are missing.

He slapped his head harder and harder, and at one point he suddenly covered his head in pain and let out a low growl of irritation.

A large number of images flew through my mind, including fire, ice, thunder, sky, earth, the roaring faces of men, and the calling eyes of women......

Confusion, all the pictures mixed together, just chaos, did not help Caesar to remember anything.

In the end, he had to stop trying to recall, and it took his best efforts to reluctantly suppress all the chaotic and flashing images.

An indescribable feeling of weakness followed, and Caesar looked down at his hands in a daze.

It was a pair of pale and weak palms, but even though he couldn't remember many things, Caesar still remembered that his hands once held unparalleled power.

What now?

It seems to be gone.

The near-exhaustion was tormenting, and every cell of his body called out to Caesar to let go of his arms and lie down on the soft meadows of the snow by the stream.

Sleep a little longer, just a little more. There was a voice in my head that kept bewitching.

Caesar hesitated for a moment, and with great willpower, he moved his hands and feet and climbed to the stream.

He knew that he could not sleep at this time, and if he did, Caesar was not sure that he would be able to wake up again.

He also had to figure out what was going on and what it was before he could decide what to do next.

There were so few things to remember, and Caesar seemed to know nothing about himself except for his name.

Bang la blah.

The cold stream splashed on his face, the pores of his skin contracted violently, and the chill drove away a lot of exhaustion, and lifted Caesar's spirit, which was on the verge of chaos and out of control.

He grinned and tried to smile, as if encouraging himself.

He continued to lean down, ready to take another sip of water to drink, but then Caesar's movements suddenly froze in place, and then he looked at his own reflection in the stream in a daze, and looked at his face.

Caesar remembered himself as Caesar, although he did not know what Caesar's name stood for.

Caesar had forgotten many things, including things related to himself, but he still remembered his face, and remembered what he should have looked like, a guy named Caesar.

But looking at himself in the stream, Caesar fell into a real daze.

It's a brand new face, still tough, but much more handsome than I remembered.

Who's this?

This...... Is it me?(To be continued.) )