Just when Lance just stepped into the space portal, a powerful suction force attracted him in, and immediately Lance felt a dizzy trance in his mind, and then there was a dazzling bright light, which illuminated Lance couldn't open his eyes, and hurriedly blocked his eyes with his hand.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a long-sealed scene.

And Lance, like a ghost, acts as a bystander, watching everything that happened in his childhood......

"Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the continent of Kostana was invaded by a group of creatures called 'Plague Demons', who brought disease and madness, and no one could stop them. It wasn't until seven warriors sealed them at the cost of their own lives that the catastrophe ended. ”

Twilight shines under the old elm trees in Koiwa Village, and a wizened old man tells a terrifying tale of horror that has been spread on the continent of Kostana, and a group of children surround the old man to hear it.

"Grandpa, grandpa, how did the 'plague demon' come to our Kostana continent?" asked a thin boy with golden hair, pulling the corner of the thin old man's clothes and shaking it!

"Lance, Grandpa said yesterday that they came from heaven!" said a chubby, bald boy with a proud pat on his chest to the skinny boy with blond hair, Grandpa squinted at the little fat man, moved and leaned against the bulging roots to enjoy the warmth of the twilight!

This old man is a bard, his life has traveled all over the northern and southern kingdoms, singing all the heroic sorrows, he has endless stories to tell and sleepless sleep, enjoying the warm sunshine of the southern kingdom, looking at innocent children, the old man in the twilight fell asleep again......

"Grandpa Laurie, wake up, wake up!" The two little boys found that the old man was asleep again, and shook the old man unsatisfied, for they had not heard enough of today's story!

"Lance, Ike, it's getting dark later, and your parents should be anxious again!" said Grandpa Laurie, who was shaken awake, kindly stroking the brains of the two little boys!

The little boy named Lance was a little nervous when he heard Grandpa Laurie mention "parents", and looked left and right, for fear of being pulled by the ears from behind and carried home!

"Lance, if you're afraid, go back first, and I'll listen to Grandpa Laurie sing that 'Song of Legends'!"

Twilight portrays the old and young in a very warm way, and after taking a sip of the water handed by Lance, Grandpa Laurie clears his throat and begins to chant:

......

"I still remember the day when the flaming meteorite crashed,

smashed to the earth, the lives were devastated, and the mourning was everywhere,

Since then, many have fallen into misfortune.

I don't know if they came from heaven or what kind of despicable mission they are carrying.

Their appearance was accompanied by killing, pestilence, death and calamity.

I saw the once prosperous kingdom turned into a scorched earth.

I have seen countless heroes fall,

I saw countless warriors reduced to ashes.

Let's look up and take one last look here......

Farewell to my hometown,

My hometown is in ruins!

The gods who cannot hear words,

Where will I be guided by you?

......

Warriors of the realm of Kostana,

We never lack heroes!

Stand up,

Put on your armor,

Polishing your sword,

Those who stand behind you,

It's your father,

It's your mother,

It's your wife,

It's your child,

is your home,

They need you to defend it.

......

In the sea of fire, in the sea of corpses......

Look up and take one last look at you......

Say goodbye to my family,

My family – don't wait for me!

The gods who cannot hear words,

No matter where I am,

I am a warrior who has died in battle on the territory of Nakstana!

......

I have seen countless heroes fall,

I saw countless warriors reduced to ashes,

I saw that the flag of the frontier of Kostana was still flying high,

And I saw my father,

I saw my mother,

I saw my wife,

I saw my children,

I see my homeland.

I found that I could no longer see!

......

Heroes of the Frontier of Kostana,

Till death unswerving!"

When the old man finished singing, he looked down at the two little ones who were still immersed in the singing, and then looked up at the villagers around the old elm tree, and did not interrupt their thoughts......

......

"Uncle Laurie, Lance and Ike are causing you trouble again. It was a bald middle-aged man with a scruffy beard who smiled awkwardly at the old poet, and then pulled the ear of a little fellow with one hand, and carried it towards the blacksmith's shop......

The old man just shook his head and smiled when he saw this scene: "The two little guys are going to be beaten again." After saying that, he got up and hugged his lute, which he never left, and walked to the depths of the village under the eyes of the villagers.

......

"Grandpa Laurie, tell me the story of the Seven Warriors. A young man in his early twenties in the tavern looked at the emaciated old man with a look of expectation.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa Laurie, be sure to focus on Tesslock, the 'Flower of Courage'. It was a fifteen or sixteen girl who spoke, with black hair and freckles on her face, which could not hide her look.

"Lucy, look at your nymphomaniac. Another good-looking young man joked at the freckled girl.

"Chris, you have to take a good look at Lucy, don't let the 'Flower of Courage' snatch it away. The words of this young man in her early twenties made the nymphomaniac girl blush, and the young man named Chris was smirking stupidly.

“......”

“......”

After enjoying the last rays of twilight, the old man went to the only tavern in the village, where every day the young people of the village listened to his stories, and the old man seemed to have endless stories......

The old poet Laurie Aps, who had lost his walk a few years ago, settled down in the village alone, and the well-informed old man brought to the village many legendary stories and knowledge, and this old man, by his insight and talkativeness, won the approval of the men, women and children of the village, but he never heard him mention his family.

Busy adults always like to let the children follow the old man and listen to him tell the legend of the hero......

The mischievous children have a heroic dream in their hearts, a wooden stick is a sword in their hands, a wooden board is a shield in their hands, and a few pieces of bark are armor. The adults watched these children play happily, and occasionally the passing "plague demons" would suddenly pounce on the "heroes", causing a burst of laughter.

"You are the sword of victory, you are the sword of oath, you are the sword of faith, you are the sword of tenacity, you are the sword of salvation, you are the sword of loyalty, I am the sword of courage!" a bald little fat man with a wooden stick arranged for a group of children about his size.

"Ike, the Sword of Courage has hair, so you can't be a Sword of Courage. A little kid with golden hair waved the "long sword" in his hand and said to the bald little fat man with a serious face.

"Yes, Lance is right, and you're so fat, you can't be a sword of courage. A little black-haired boy standing next to Lance scratched his head and thought about it: "Ike, you can be the Sword of Faith, listen to Grandpa Laurie, the Sword of Faith is a bald head." ”

When the other children heard the black-haired boy's words, they all felt that it made sense, and they all nodded in agreement, and the bald little fat man thought for a while and then began to reassign everyone's identities again, and in this way, the "Seven Warriors" began to seal the "plague demon" in the village with all kinds of swords and shields.

A group of innocent children provoked adults to be willing to play the "plague demon" for them and be "sealed" by them. The other children who did not become the "Seven Warriors" this time also ran after the "Seven Warriors", and the laughter of the boys and girls like silver bells filled the whole village with life.

The bard, walking in the direction of the old elm tree at the entrance of the village, looked at this group of innocent children, smiled kindly and greeted the villagers who came and went.

"Uncle Laurie, I caught a few pheasants today, and I'll ask Little Jack to bring you one when they're cooked later!" a simple man greeted the old man passing by the door.

"Thank you, Billy, little Jack is doing well today, and is a smart boy!" the big man, who was called Billy, was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth when he heard the old man praise his child, and smiled innocently.

"Uncle Laurie, are you going to the old elm tree to bask in the sun again?" Grandpa Laurie, in the evening we are waiting for you in the tavern to tell a story. "Uncle Laurie, my kids didn't mess with you......, did they?"

The villagers greeted the old man warmly, a group of noisy children gathered under the old elm tree, and a group of "warriors" led by the "Sword of Faith" were gathering under the old elm tree and shouted: "Defend the Kstana continent for life!" The immature voice, the firm tone, at this moment, under the light of the twilight, sacred and solemn.

"The Kostana continent is up to you. The old man straightened his stiff body and walked straight to this group of "warriors".

"Grandpa Laurie is here. "Hello Grandpa Laurie. "Grandpa Laurie, what story are you going to tell us today?" a group of children chattered around Grandpa Laurie, happily circling around the old man.

The kind old man leaned against the uplifted roots of the old elm tree, enjoying the warm "twilight" of the Southern Kingdom, and looking at the excited "little heroes", he began to tell the legendary story of the continent of Kostana......

"Ike, let's go home first, Uncle Bernie will be coming to pluck our ears later. Lance looked at the bald little fat man next to him a little timidly.

The old man's story today has been finished, and the bald little fat man who was still stunned heard Lance's words, and hurriedly looked behind him before breathing a sigh of relief: "But I still want to hear it." The bald little fat man looked at the kind old man expectantly, and Twilight carved the old man's wrinkled skin more vicissitudes, and made the old man look more kind.

"Ike, aren't you afraid that your father will pull your ears?" Grandpa Laurie touched the little bald head, and his wrinkled face was full of smiles. He knew that Bernie and Candita and some of the villagers were having a good time drinking in the tavern.

"I am not afraid, I am the sword of faith, I am a warrior, I am a hero, I am fearless. The bald little fat man put the wooden stick on his chest, and looked like he was in trouble, if it wasn't for his immature voice, it really looked like that.

Seeing Ike say this, Lance also trembled and put the wooden stick on his chest, learning to say to the bald little fat man, but his tone lacked the seriousness of Ike: "I'm not afraid, I'm the sword of courage, I'm a warrior, I'm a hero, I'm also fearless." ”

Hearing Lance learn to speak by himself, Ike happily put his arm around Lance's shoulder: "Grandpa Laurie, you said that the Seven Warriors are all brothers, and Lance and I are brothers. ”

"Yes, Ike and I are brothers! he is the sword of faith, I am the sword of courage. ”

The old poet looked at how serious and resolute Ike was with his arm around Lance, and the old poet smiled happily, his eyes moistened a little, and he thought of his young brother, who had tragically died in his adventure.

"Go home, Twilight is about to sink into the dark, don't forget the way home. After saying that, he got up and hugged his lute, who never left him, and walked to the depths of the village under the eyes of the villagers.

Lance and Ike didn't understand what Grandpa Laurie meant, but they knew they would be beaten if they didn't come home.