(nineteen)
There is no one in the United Kingdom who does not know the surname "Xingyu".
More than ten years ago, the great magician who guarded the royal capital - the first of the Seven Sages - was named "Xingyu Baiye". This human with short snow-white hair and always smiling is very good at creating magic. He improved the kingdom's protective barrier, established the framework of joint attack magic, and also made great achievements in elemental fusion. Everyone knows that the Chief of the Seven Sages is a passionate, righteous hero who has the courage to protect the people at all times.
——Until one day, the Kingdom Council discovered that this great magician was conducting inhumane human experiments.
All traces of that storm were buried. The ordinary residents of the kingdom only knew that Xingyu Baiye retired due to illness and never appeared in people's sight again. Only a very few people knew the inside story of the few words and knew how terrible he had committed. He was expelled from the kingdom for his crimes.
As the son of the current Seven Sages, the young magician once saw Xingyu Baiye's handwriting on his father's desk. The handwriting on the metal plate in his hand was clearly the same as the essay in his memory.
Conjectures spread rapidly in my brain, gradually touching upon an astonishing possibility.
He was silent for a long time in the darkness. In the end, the half-elf boy gently put the metal plate back into place without waking up the swordsman.
A good night's sleep.
Sleepless night.
(twenty)
early morning.
The sky has not yet been shrouded by clouds, and the washed blue color is like translucent watercolor, covering the field of vision clearly and brightly.
The swordsman and the magician stood on the top of the mountain, looking up at the rare blue sky - on the way, the swordsman looked at the top of his head, then looked at his companion's eyes, and laughed for some reason, which made the magician feel confused.
Afterwards, they had a fairly sumptuous breakfast using nearby fruits and wild vegetables.
"The road down the mountain is a bit difficult, so we should probably be more cautious." The swordsman warned while packing up the tent.
The other side of the mountain is far steeper than when we came here, and even the swordsman's dexterity has fallen down more than once. She seemed a little worried, and took the trouble to add a lot of precautions - until a "white cloud" drifted into her field of vision, causing her to stop talking.
The magician followed the sight of his companion and turned around - at some point, a beast covered in snow-white fur appeared beside them. It has a tall body, two wings on its back, and a pair of glazed eyes that look very majestic.
Before the magician could instinctively roll a fireball and throw it at it, the swordsman happily approached the beast and rubbed its head affectionately.
"Mr. Magician, let me introduce to you - this is my friend, the Cloud Cat who lives on the top of the mountain as I mentioned before."
"..."
The half-elf was speechless for a moment as he looked at the beast's streamlined muscles, sharp toes and claws, and its height that was much taller than the two of them.
Swordsman, you call this leopard a cat?
The swordsman did not understand the complicated mood of his companions at all. After a few rounds of eye contact with the leopard, no, the big cat, she smiled and waved to the magician.
"Looks like we don't have to take the mountain road anymore - it decided to give us a ride."
(twenty one)
The magician never imagined that one day he would ride on the back of a dangerous monster and soar with the clouds in the clear sky.
Trees, flowers, rocks, sand, everything flew by beneath their feet. The high-altitude wind whistled around him, causing the young man's long silver hair to flutter with the air current; while the down under his body was warm and soft, like a bed of clouds in a fairy tale, making people's thoughts spread out as those pairs of hair stretched out. The white wings flew together and fell into a world full of fantasy.
The swordsman was sitting in front of him, reaching out to touch the clouds in the sky with great interest. The gray hood that was never taken off was blown off by the wind; but the swordsman didn't seem to care about this trivial matter at all, saying "how does it feel" while turning back to his traveling companion and laughing.
This was the first time Shen Yutian saw her face clearly.
Under the sun, those smiling light purple eyes shone with a warm and bright light, like the glow of a cold pool or a gem shrouded in moonlight - so dazzling that it was almost difficult to look directly at it.
"……Why?"
A shadow fell heavily from behind. The swordsman looked at the silver hair that fell on his shoulders, then looked at the arms around him, and said with concern: "Mr. Magician, are you cold? I have spare clothes here."
The magician shook his head, but did not let go of the girl's arms.
He thought, this journey through the wilderness with you must be the miracle of my life.
(twenty two)
After arriving at the destination, the white beasts rose into the sky lightly like real clouds and disappeared into the skyline.
Then the swordsman and the magician set out on their journey again.
The wilderness was still vast and they still had a long way to go. Late spring is gradually coming to an end, and the passionate summer carries the baton of time with the fragrance of flowers; and when the heat recedes, the golden color of autumn dyes the wilderness again, as bright and moving as the projection of the scorching sun on the earth.
Travelers walking in the wilderness witnessed the imprint of the four seasons on this supposedly lonely land.
They crossed the valley and played with the leaping fish in the snow-white waves;
They walked through the stone formations and witnessed the incredible paintings left by ancient civilizations;
They stopped by the lake and saw the earth and sky reflected in the deep pool;
They traveled all over the sea of flowers, rubbing the colorful colors into the most precious corners of memory.
Finally, when winter came again, the majestic crown of the ancient sacred tree appeared in front of them.
The end of the journey has arrived.
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CHAPTER.03 HOLY SWORD
(twenty-three)
"Come closer - you said you wanted to take a closer look at the sacred tree, didn't you?" the magician said to his companion.
He originally planned to go to the garrison with the swordsman and truthfully report the swordsman's achievements. However, the other party firmly opposed this proposal and stated that he did not intend to enter the kingdom's garrison.
The magician chose to respect his partner's will. But he still wants to make some efforts to make the separation come as late as possible.
"I did say that... but I don't have the identity certificate of a kingdom resident. If I approach him casually, I might get into trouble." The swordsman hesitated.
"No." The silver-haired half-elf said firmly, "They know my face - no one will think that my friends are trouble."
"..."
The swordsman looked at his companion who suddenly became eloquent in silence, and finally shook his head half helplessly, half amusedly.
"Okay." She smiled again, "I'll take you to the entrance of the military camp."
(twenty four)
The majestic sacred tree continues to enlarge in the field of vision.
No one knows how high it is, just as no one has successfully climbed to the top of it. The trunk of the sacred tree is as thick as a mountain, and the crown of the tree is as majestic as clouds; the tiny traveler moves forward slowly but firmly step by step, just like the brave man who dared to point his sword at the gods in ancient times, walking towards the only signpost in the wilderness.
The sunlight was obscured by the lush branches and leaves of the sacred tree, and only wisps of light could penetrate the dome and fall on the earth. Under the gloomy canopy, a gray rock fortress stood quietly.
It was the first fort built by the United Kingdom a hundred years ago.
The magician stopped a hundred meters away from the wall.
He knew he had to say something - whether it was to express his gratitude to his savior, his cherishment of this miraculous journey, or his reluctance to say goodbye. However, before he spoke, the swordsman's voice sounded calmly.
"I'm sorry for the sudden change of mind, but can I go in with you?"
The magician looked at his friend in surprise.
The young purple-haired swordsman looked calm. Her face is like a strong armor, and the stormy waves in her heart can never let even a drop of water seep out.
The half-elf was silent for a while.
A subtle, familiar premonition quietly rose from a corner of my heart. But he didn't have time to think about it in detail, so he had to bury the slight strange feeling in his heart for the time being.
— Just like a year ago.
"Of course." he said.
(twenty five)
Things are going very well.
After seeing the magician's face, the guarding soldiers shouted in surprise and joy, and immediately introduced the genius commander, who was rumored to have died in battle a year ago, into the military camp. As a comrade of the magician, the swordsman was naturally treated with respect by the soldiers.
Later, the two were summoned into the gray fortress, the leader of the Sacred Tree Garrison, the orc warrior Brooke, who wanted to see them.
While walking in the single-toned corridor of the fortress, the magician vaguely felt that something was wrong.
There were too many soldiers inside the fortress, and everyone looked solemn and tense. Barrier runes that had never existed before were carved on the walls and doors, and trigger-type magic traps were set up in even the most inconspicuous corners.
And when he met with the werewolf Brooke, the accumulated sense of crisis finally reached its peak - the orc warrior who had made great achievements on the battlefield grinned and looked at him with mocking and pity eyes.
"You know?" said the werewolf, "the devil's counterattack is getting more and more intense. In order to protect the fragile hearts of the people of the kingdom, we have to declare to them that the demon-killing army led by the magician Shen Yutian fought with the devil and died heroically. .”
“But the truth will not be forgotten—at least, not by me.”
The werewolf's eyes began to glow a creepy red. His figure began to grow larger, and his fangs were revealed ferociously, flashing with a hint of blood.
Brooke activated the "Call of the Wild" - a talent skill that the orcs can only use when entering combat. And the hoarse voice was like thunder, hitting the silver-haired boy word by word.
"The Kingdom Council has passed the investigation and has mastered all the facts. The magician Shen Yutian - you colluded with the devil and deliberately led the demon-killing army to the time and space transfer circle. As a result, tens of thousands of soldiers were teleported to the depths of the wilderness, miserable The earth is buried in the belly of the devil.”
The orc warrior hunched over and roared.
"Traitor of the kingdom, enemy of all living things on the ground - you still have the guts to come back!"
(Twenty-six)
A melee broke out inside the garrison.
The huge impact caused the young man's thinking to go blank. He didn't know whether to doubt his hearing or his memory, the buzzing sound when the time and space transfer magic was activated, the unwilling roar of the warrior before death, the malicious roar of the werewolf - all the sounds rumbled in the gray rock fortress. The ground was in a mess, and even a genius magician with elven blood couldn't stay calm, and even the magic to protect himself became weak.
——But there is another person beside him.
The swordsman, who had remained silent since entering the fortress, struck silently. The storm-like sword light rose from the ground, cutting off the flames, dispelling the thunder, sweeping away the thick fog, splitting the waves, and firmly protecting the silver-haired half-elf within the light.
However, there are too many people who want to kill the "traitor". Countless orcs surrounded them, and even though the swordsman was extremely skilled, he still showed flaws in the attacks from all directions.
Blood spattered and scattered on the half-elf's silver hair and fair face.
The blood was like lava, so hot that the magician shuddered and suddenly came back to his senses.
In desperation, the elves' huge magic power was completely released without reservation. The raging fire rises up with deadly heat, spinning and spreading like a whirlpool——
Then it merged with the storm and turned into a fire tornado that no one could break through.
The magician looked to his side in astonishment - the swordsman seemed to feel no pain and didn't care at all about the huge wound on his back. She planted the rapier on the ground, and a violent storm swept through it without any control.
It's not magic at all, it's more like trying your best to release your own magic, even if your life is exhausted in order to gain just a few seconds.
"Stop! You..."
"Xiao Tian."
The half-elf was stunned.
The purple-haired swordsman's expression was always so calm. Even if his life is at stake, travelers who have traveled through the wilderness remain unmoved.
"Make your choice," she said.
"Be killed here and remain in the memory of the kingdom as a hero - or, as a villain, live temporarily and devote your life to finding the truth and give an explanation to the sacrificed soldiers."
"Which one do you choose?"
When the words fell, the roaring fire tornado, the angry curses of the werewolf, and the explosion of the charred roof seemed to have faded. The eyes of blue eyes and purple eyes intersected, and the boy and girl looked at each other in silence.
Just like they did when they were above the clouds in the clear sky in the wilderness.
(Twenty-seven)
The young man spoke and whispered something.
The girl laughed.
"as you wish."
(Twenty-eight)
In the strong wind, the cloak was torn to pieces, and the wrapped strips of cloth were torn apart inch by inch, revealing the appearance of the thing inside - it was a sword that was completely black, with a ferocious shape, and the scabbard was engraved with dense magic runes.
The bloody runes pierced the magician's ice-blue eyes, awakening long-ago memories. He finally realized where the familiarity of the outline of the black sword he had seen from a distance came from, and also understood the origin of the demonic aura lingering on it.
A huge wave of emotion hit him. Sudden, resistant, anxious——
And fear.
He shouted and stretched out his hand to stop all this - but the swordsman always moved a little faster than the magician.
Determined and decisive, the purple-haired human swordsman drew her second weapon.
At this moment, the world seemed to be at a standstill.
The majestic magic power burst out from the pitch-black sword. It is the turbid ocean current in the deep sea, the raging sandstorm in the dust, the rolling lava in the volcano, and the unmelting ice in the wind and snow; but it is not only nature, it is above nature and above the giants. Above dragons and gods, above hell and the human world, it can even distort time and space, and distort the rules of the world.
——Then, the darkness that covered the sky swallowed everything.
(Twenty-nine)
Shen Yutian knew that decades ago, the kingdom had forged a "magic sword".
They used the magic core of the slain great demon, the "Lord of Greed", as raw material to forge a terrifying weapon. The kingdom originally wanted it to be a help in the fight against demons, but since the day the magic sword was born, tragedies have continued to happen.
First, the blacksmith killed his disciple with the magic sword; then, the judge who tried him stabbed the blacksmith to death with the magic sword, and the jailer who imprisoned the judge chopped his colleagues into pieces with the magic sword.
The magic sword seems to be a collection of disasters. Anyone who touches it will fall into out-of-control madness. It is like a terrible infectious disease. This is because the sword body is made of a demon that represents "greed". It will infinitely amplify the desires in the hearts of living beings. Even if it is locked in a box, the powerful magic from hell will attract creatures to come close and become the next holder of the magic sword; and hell and the human world are not from the same origin, even the most powerful magician will not touch the magic sword when it comes into contact. When using the Demon Sword, you will also feel the tremendous pain of your soul being burned by the fire of hell, your willpower will gradually weaken, and you will become a prisoner of the Demon Sword.
After thousands of people died because of the Demon Sword, the Council made a decision—Xingyu Baiye, the leader of the Seven Sages, would be responsible for suppressing the Demon Sword.
No one knows what methods he used. However, since Xingyu Baiye took over this task, the magic sword has never appeared in the kingdom's sight again.
At that time, Xingyu Baiye, who had not lost his reputation as a hero, said to people——
The desire amplified by the magic sword is closely related to the status of the holder. If the holder has hatred in his heart, the magic sword will drive him to kill the person he hates; if the holder is full of anger, the magic sword will drive him to completely destroy everything in sight.
On the contrary, if the master of the magic sword never hates anyone, nor does he want to destroy anything; but sincerely, purely, wants to "save" something——
(thirty)
The next moment, the darkness that covered the sky was replaced by an even more dazzling light.
It was as pure as moonlight, a spotless white light rain. No words in the world can describe its beauty, and no paintings in the world can describe its holiness.
All the warriors enveloped by it froze in place, and black smoke evaporated faintly from their bodies, rising up and dissipating into nothingness together with the dark magic aura contained in them.
It was as if the deepest parts of their hearts had been washed and purified. Anger, hostility, murderous intent, and all negative emotions gradually disappeared from their eyes. When the soldiers came to their senses and realized how unreasonable everything they had done was, the light from the sky fell softly on them.
The warrior raised his head and saw that the heavy and solid dome of the rock fortress had disappeared. And in the center of the fortress, everything as far as the eye can see is empty.
- It's as if no one has ever been here.
(end)
The brilliance enveloped the two of them and landed on the gray rock.
The exhaustion of magic power, the coldness of excessive blood loss, the exhaustion of mental power, and the pain from the depths of the soul that can never be shaken-all these make the swordsman's thoughts dizzy, his vision is dim, and he is almost unable to distinguish. Where have you and your friends been transported?
The huge crisis she encountered before drawing the sword was still deeply imprinted in her mind. The swordsman instinctively raised his sword, trying to make a defensive gesture.
Then her wrist was grabbed.
That hand was as cold as her body temperature, as if it was undergoing deep suffering, and was even trembling uncontrollably.
She heard the half-elf boy's voice vaguely ringing in her ears.
The magician felt cold all over.
The moment the teleportation settled, the half-elf subconsciously held the opponent's wrist, but was stung by the shockingly cold body temperature. During those long seconds when the swordsman lowered his head and said nothing, he wished he could immediately tear the obstructing hood to pieces so that he could look directly at his friend's face.
Why did she live alone in the wilderness; why did she possess that horrifying magic sword; why did she resolutely refuse to approach the crowd; why did she carry a metal plate engraved with "Star Rain" on her body; why did she bear the pain of soul erosion? Not moved at all...
Everything has an answer.
An answer that makes the magician resist from the bottom of his heart, and even feel huge panic.
He heard his own voice ring out with a tremor that couldn't be concealed.
"...What price did you pay?"
——TO BE CONTINUED——
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At this point, the Western Fantasy themed extra is over!
Finally, let me say it again, all the extra content has nothing to do with the main text. This article is still a main story without emotional lines.
In addition, according to past practice, a large copy has been completed - and I happen to be out recently and don't have much time to touch the computer. Please allow me to take a short leave to polish the outline and save some manuscripts -v-
The next update entering a new chapter will be released in two weeks, on the 10th of next month.
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