Neil walked into the good night of the Silent Age,
The arcane winds howl from the star of Astra,
Cast into the web of dreams woven by Andahar,
Grooming all things.
Strangers know how to find light in darkness,
But the late master could only grieve in a foreign land,
They whisper in silence,
Whispering sorrow for the past.
Al was as silent as ever, and Neil came quietly,
Invitations were sent to Sirt's Blood Banquet,
The sound of the death hunt comes from the abyss of Monan,
The glory reached the Palatinate.
O most holy Saint Augustine, hear the words from the twilight,
Chaos is coming...
"Sacred Code of Light - Di Luosi" Chapter 40 of the Twin Moons of the Light Era is complete
Whenever Neil's crimson moon wakes up in silence and approaches the holy Al, it heralds the end of the silent era. The endless arcane cold wave comes from the extreme plateau of Caceres, enveloping the world. All the wind and snow rolled over the spine of the Astra continent across Hildelia, violently combing the Andahal plain south of the mountains.
The arcane cold wave with colorful streams of light covered the sky over the spine of the continent like a canopy, illuminating the first night of the chaotic era. To the north of the western section of the majestic Astra Star was the constantly surging arcane wave. Due to the frenzy of magic, the mountains stretching to the end of the continent were smoothed and straightened by the boiling wave of elements.
An arcane light point shining with purple light slowly passed over the back of the continent's spine with the help of the wind, and playfully wandered in the air for a week. It was one of the few elements that penetrated Astra on the End of Days. It also shows its short-lived brilliance,
The arcane elements searched for the side ridges of Astra and curiously explored the secrets of Andahal. The mountains continued to go away, and an abyss-like pit appeared on the horizon. The gusts of wind passed over the sky, forming a shrill cry. The cold and evil aura at the entrance of the cave made the elemental light tremble slightly, and then it sent out a strong suction force to the surroundings, like a giant whale swallowing the sea, confusing the strong wind.
The unique wind of Cáceres turned into a whirlpool and was swallowed by the abyss. The arcane element fled in panic and quickly passed through the forest ahead. The dark night and dense branches made it stumble. Just when he was confused, Al A ray of holy light passed through the gloom and spread on the Hildelia River, like a silver tassel pointing the way forward for the elements. The sparse trees not far from the river flashed with stars that stretched for thousands of miles, and the white tents The curtains are scattered on both sides of the river, and the purple light looks exhausted. The bright shimmer is looming, and the wind blows the flags fiercely.
It can only exhaust the last trace of its power and wander around in disorder, sometimes naturally hanging on the curtain of the white tent, sometimes wandering among thousands of tents.
"No, no, Pastor, you cannot saw off the legs of a Northernland warrior." The dim candlelight reflected the moving figures. Blood-stained gauze was scattered on the ground, and the red-haired man was held down by everyone. The man struggled and begged: "Holy Spirit, I beg you, you cannot deprive a warrior of his glory."
"General Andre, if we don't cut it off, the gangrene in your leg will be infected all the way to your heart."
"Heart, that's great. Only by dying in battle can you be qualified to have Alexian's niche, instead of losing your legs and waiting to die slowly, don't... no!"
"General, please be quiet, please...", the sound of broken bones gradually faded away, accompanied by a rough wailing, the arcane element may have burned out the last trace of power, the mayfly gradually slowed down, purple The brilliance keeps fading.
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The originally exhausted arcane elements suddenly overflowed with brilliance, flashing rapidly downstream along the silver ribbon of the Hildelia River. The wind force generated by the huge impact shook the cross sign beside the gravel road, and Verne The gorgeous lines written on the inscription tell the story of elegance and Maple Town.
The purple shimmer flew through the dimly lit street market, and the rich scent of the world rushed towards my face. Passing through the quaint church door, it seemed as if silence separated the hustle and bustle for a moment. A "pop" sound invaded Fang Wensi's breath,
"A sneeze, emmp, one sneeze almost killed me on the spot",
Fang Wensi complained while looking around. The biting cold wind was destroying the dim candlelight, and a round of evil red light slanted in from outside the wooden door. Fang Wensi touched the dark and held on to the cold and slippery wall, exerting all his strength. Pushing open the door that creaked under the strong wind.
"Infield, Infield, hurry up?"
"Mia, wait for me",
"No, if it's later, the pineapple bread for the long feast will be robbed. I don't want to wait until the next Epiphany."
"But, I have been running very hard",
"Oh, forget it, we won't wait for him anymore, Laila, let's go",
"Laila, don't go, ah yo..."
Infield got up from the ground, and a black shadow stood in front of him. He suddenly thought of the terrifying legend of Silt that was passed down by his elders. He couldn't help but shuddered. He slowly raised his head and saw a familiar robe. comes into sight,
"Sid...?"
However, using the aurora emitted by the elemental cold wave to see the figure's face clearly, Infield quickly knelt down and said, "Infield of Maple Town has no intention of offending the deacon."
Fang Wensi looked at the trembling boy who was kneeling on the ground in front of him. A hint of toying with Shota made him sneer and clear his throat: "Raise your head and look at me."
The young man raised his head timidly. His short chestnut hair supported his childish face. The hint of fear in the color just satisfied Fang Wensi's bad taste.
"Your name is Infield." Fang Wensi lowered his voice as low as possible, as low as a domineering president, looking down at the young man with a cold expression.
"Well, yes." Infield obviously didn't finish his words, struggling with hesitation, and finally seemed to make up his mind.
"Master Butler, don't you know Infield? The legendary knight Infield..."
Fang Wensi smiled silently: "This really doesn't exist."
Fang Wensi clearly noticed that the look in the young man's pupils gradually faded, and the childish face suddenly lost its vitality. The undisguised sense of loss was heightened in an instant, and the depression in his heart made Fang Wensi unbearable.
"Um, Infield, can you tell me his story?" Fang Wensi leaned over and put his hand on the boy's slightly thin shoulder, patted him comfortingly, and said with a smile: "Belongs to Infield." legend".
Following the clear eyes in front of his sight, Fang Wensi felt a little absent-minded in a trance, and a look of light appeared in Infield's pupils like a rekindled flame.
"Lord Deacon, are you with the knights of the Holy City of Ulthuan?"
The sudden rhetorical question caught Fang Wensi off guard, and he could only respond with a hasty affirmation. Infield suddenly raised his head and asked with admiration: "Master Deacon, what does the Holy City look like?"
Infield's words brought back Fang Wensi's memories, but when he thought about it, besides making up for the past and dealing with the new world, he really didn't have much of an impression on Ulthuan. He could only smile bitterly and said: "Ulthuan... Holy City, it's huge". As he spoke, he lifted Infield, who was kneeling on the ground, and looked at the Disney-like Maple Wing Town not far away. The Hildelia River was like a silver thread dotted with the aurora night of the elemental cold wave, "But it's not as beautiful as here." A sigh of relief and a thousand words to pour out.
"That's right, Mr. Deacon, you're lying to a child." After Fang Wensi heard this, he couldn't help but smile heartily. The communication between the two seemed to have suddenly broken through the barrier, and Infield was no longer so reserved.
"Let's go, Infield, please take me to experience the world of Hildelia and the legend of Infield." Under the shadow of Neil's moon, one is shorter and the other is taller, one tells the final chapter of the legend and the other begins the creation of the epic. .