At dawn.

An inconspicuous carriage was now heading northwest with its back to the wasteland, and in the carriage of this carriage, a young girl with dragon wings on her back was sleeping tiredly.

In her sleep, countless scenes flashed before her eyes, her five senses became distant and illusory, immersed in this volatile blur, Shirya felt as if she had returned to the past.

A carefree, peaceful and calm childhood.

Born in a pristine mountain range in the east of the continent of Grandia, the girl lived an ordinary and ordinary life with her parents, a half-blooded dragonborn and a plain elf.

There are many races on the continent of Grantia, whether it is kobolds, lizardmen, gnolls or even the sparsely numbered winged people, they all have their own countries and powers, although most of them are only vassals of the two empires, and many races with ugly faces in the eyes of humans, such as kobolds, jackals and other races will even be discriminated against, but even so, they are better than the least popular dragonborns.

Dragons are the most disgusting race in the world, of course, there is a full-scale war between the Central Empire and Dragon Island hundreds of years ago, and the population of countless races died as a result, and more importantly, these dragons are different from races with different forms, in fact, most of them are a little related, they are actually from another world, with different origins of real alien races.

So now, most of the remaining true dragons and dragonborns are unable to walk on the mainland, and can only choose to live in seclusion in the mountains, just like the girl's parents.

In the mountains, whether it is the father who is a dragonborn warrior or the mother who is a spellcaster, the strength is not bad, even the primeval mountain forest that is difficult for ordinary people to approach, for them it is just a garden that can be entered and exited at will, because of the protection of the two, young girls can wander in the forest at will since childhood, and have developed a good physique and affinity for nature.

In the deep mountains and old forests wrapped in dense fog and water vapor, even the most skilled rangers will occasionally get lost, but the girl with the blood of the elves is like a fish in water, she adventures in the forest, and the wild ** stream, and the slow but kind giant trees, flowers and vines chat, in a flash, more than ten years have passed, the girl also has a younger brother and sister, a family of five can no longer stay in the mountains like the original, in order to live a more convenient life, they use secret techniques to cover up the characteristics of the dragon in the body, Then he entered a small border town of the Gelug Empire to live.

Unlike in the mountains, life in the human world is more interesting, whether it is all kinds of people or all kinds of interesting things. For Shirya, who has only seen trees and trees, soil and soil, and most of the food is tree fruits and animal flesh, the bustling human city is her new paradise, and the girl watches those adventurers of all kinds every day enter the mountains where she once lived with hopes and dreams, and listen to them talk and laugh loudly about the magnificent and shocking scenery of the world, and her heart gradually rises to the idea of 'wanting adventure'.

Shirya has prepared a lot for this - she learns swordsmanship and bowery from her parents, learns to sense magic and justice, how to read words and colors, and judges the thoughts of other people hidden under their faces is the main point, and the boring cultural learning and training day after day is the most important, but because of her dreams, the girl gritted her teeth and persevered, she looked forward to being able to go further, to see a wider world, and to let the curiosity and adventure burning in her heart be released.

She is full of hope and anticipation for the future of the world in which she lives.

Therefore, in the middle of the night on the fourth day of the seventh month of the year 617 A.D., when countless souls of the dead rose from their long sleep and howled angrily at the living, it was completely incomprehensible to the young girl who was full of ambition and was planning to say goodbye to her parents early tomorrow morning and prepare to leave this warm town for adventures around the world.

Why?

Countless beasts, the undead of humanity revived from the mist, and then stared at the living creatures around them with scarlet and irrational eyes, tearing apart all the living and venting their anger from nowhere.

Why is this happening?

The sleeping inhabitants, whether they are powerful men or newborn babies, have been torn to pieces by these monsters without the slightest mercy, and although the small cities in the border areas are small, there are not many strong people, but these powerful adventurers and garrisons are also panicked and overwhelmed, oppressed by the endless shadows of the dead, unable to go out to help others.

What's wrong with the world?

The father who revealed his identity as a dragonborn and his mother, who was a spellcaster in the realm, teamed up to expel all the undead around the residential area, but because it was too sudden, the girl next door who was originally friendly with the girl, the kind aunt's family has all been killed, and even the body cannot be saved.

And because of this move, even more powerful undead were resurrected from ancient rest.

Here, is the border area of the Denaan Mountains, this place was once the territory of a group of sapphire dragons, five hundred years ago during the human-dragon war, there were several Heavenly Realm peaks, and even the powerhouses of the 'Holy Domain' were stationed here to resist the impact of the crazy dragons.

And on the first day of the last days, they were all resurrected.

The mountains and forests under the long night were suddenly covered by endless coercion, and the dragon, which had been almost extinct hundreds of years ago, let out a long groan, with full resentment and unwillingness to return to the world, and the strong men of all races who had died in battle were also revived here, and they were about to kill the strong enemy again, the wind and thunder swept through, and the small city was instantly torn apart by the aftermath of the battle of these dead strong men, whether it was a crying girl who was powerless, or a realm powerhouse with a desperate face, they were so powerful that they were swallowed up by the aftermath of the energy that swept most of the provinces.

The night passed.

Only one survived.

In the dream, Hirya stroked the white robe on her body in confusion, and the unbreakable milky white shield perfectly resisted all the impacts, which was a treasure that her mother took off from her and gave her who knew that she was going to go out tomorrow to adventure. The gentle mother never said anything about her past, or how she met her father, so the girl had always thought that they were just an ordinary eloped dragonborn elf couple, but now it seems that there are many secrets in this.

And these secrets were completely turned into dust with death.

Trembling and slowly kneeling to the ground, the dragon-winged girl wailed, fell to the ground in despair, and reached out in vain to touch those warm and fine dust, it was her father and mother, her younger brothers and sisters, everything she loved was in this flying dust, but how much to cry, what could tears remedy? Even the corners of the mouth were bitten with blood, the heart was torn apart, and everything had already happened.

The whole world is plunged into darkness, and the dead from the past mercilessly devour the present and the future.

And the girl who had been looking forward to the adventure embarked on a journey that she never wanted to embark on on on the first day of this light.

Twenty-seven years.

Twenty-seven long and hopeless years.

For the hybrid of dragonborn and elves, twenty-seven years can't even change their faces a little, twenty-seven years, and there is no way to even make them transition from youth to adulthood, the girl is still a girl, but her heart has long been sharpened into iron.

In the past twenty-seven years, Hirya has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, seen countless sanctuaries built and destroyed, she has tried to help those in need, but found that she can do nothing but protect herself, cities have fallen one after another, fortresses have fallen one after another, although those who have lost the Heavenly Realm and the Holy Realm powerhouses have no longer recovered, but one Earth Undead is enough to destroy any line of defense.

And I don't know where to start,These undead who were originally just wanderers began to have an organization,Every night,There will be tens of thousands of troops tracking the girl's trails and attacking her,Relying on her own strength,Hirya coped very reluctantly,But the robe inherited from her mother can make her nearly die several times。

But occasionally, there will be things that this robe can't do, in the face of the pursuit of a whole army of undead, the robe can only help her escape as much as possible, the girl can only take out her rare original crystals from those abandoned cities and fortresses to make deals with the strong people in other shelters, let them help themselves, although they refuse, and even have evil thoughts to rob many people, but there are also many strong people who are willing to help and keep their promises, relying on their strength, Hirya has survived to this day without danger.

But...... What can it be?

In reality, a bitter tear flowed from the corner of the sleeping girl's eye.

Fleeing, hiding for twenty-seven years, she is tired, unlike those survivors who live in deep mountain shelters, Hirya is not able to rest peacefully for a day, there is always a dead shadow tracking, attacking, there is always a strong undead awakening, to take her head, the girl is used to being injured, even used to dying, so many years of injuries, the lack of body parts that are then reborn is enough to make up two of herself, many times Hira will think about why she ran away during a short break, Wouldn't it be more painful to die completely than to die now?

The answer is simple, she doesn't want to die.

It's not the desire to survive, it's because of the burden.

Father, mother, younger brother, sister, Mayan sister next door, kind Aunt Suna...... Many people died on that day, and since the catastrophe when the Dead first woke up, the life of the girl who lived by virtue of the white robe given by her mother no longer belonged to herself, but to everyone from that day, and only she remembered the dead, and if she died, then everything would be forgotten as if nothing had happened.

This is a greater horror than death.

At this moment, the robe began to resonate slightly, causing Hirya to gradually wake up from her sleep.

On the other side of the carriage, a somewhat tired woman also woke up from her dream, she opened her eyes, looked at the dragon-winged girl in front of her, and then said in a gentle voice: "You woke up?" I saw you faint by the roadside, so I rescued you...... Why are you crying? ”

The woman from the Holy City looked very tired and average-to-middle, and as soon as she woke up, she couldn't help but yawn, and just as she was about to ask if the nearby shelter had been attacked, and if so, how many had survived, the woman's mouth suddenly closed, and then opened in surprise.

"Wait, why is your robe glowing?"

And Hira didn't know, she didn't have time to pay attention to the words of the woman beside her at this moment.

Because she seemed to have fallen into another illusion - a blur of light and shadow, the girl suddenly found herself in a huge white marble temple, and in front of her was a burning altar, in which there were invisible and colorless flames that I didn't even know existed, and in which there seemed to be a shadow of the whole world.

And a majestic white-haired man in a robe, was looking at her with a serious and scrutinizing gaze.

In a trance, Hirya seemed to see something else.

A smiling young man holding a cyan orb, an indifferent sage with two blades of light on his waist, a majestic middle-aged man wearing a holy robe, and a gentle old man holding a pure white scepter.

These are him, these are not him, that is his childhood, his struggle, his watch, and his end.

But who is he?

Hilja felt that her own blood was resonating, coming from the elves, and the blood that could communicate with plants and animals involuntarily felt close and respectful to this majestic middle-aged man, as if the prodigal son who had been wandering for a long time saw his long-lost parents, and as if he had met a strict but caring teacher here many, many years later.

And she also understood the identity of the other party in an instant.

At the beginning of the world, the sky was full of red flames, the sky was a gale and thunder, the earth was scorching and molten fire, the continents were not born, the oceans did not exist, all things were shapeless, and life was never born.

However, there was a sage who broke through the boundary, brought 103,000 ancestors, and settled here, and the sage ordered the fire and wind, reprimanded the thunder and red flames, causing the earth to rise from the lava, making the molten core cool and stable, and the sage also separated the poisonous gas and water, and rained the initial rain, making the rudimentary shape of the ocean take shape.

The Sage sows seeds and spreads life, and under his divine power, the land that was originally lava becomes lush and green, and the young of wild beasts inhabit the land, and the ancestors are also settled here to multiply.

The legend of the Origin Sage spreads throughout the Continent of Grandia, even if the Central Empire was divided five hundred years ago, resulting in a great lack of historical records, those who have a heart can confirm these information about the creation of the world from ancient documents.

However, according to these ancient books, it can be clearly known that the Origin Sage is not the real creator, but with the help of the power of an artifact robe, he attracted the power of the sages to calm the flames at the beginning of the creation of the world.

"Is it ......?"

Touching the robe on her body in disbelief, Shirya's heart was so shocked by this information that she couldn't think, she could only murmur to herself: "Holy ...... Sage ......"

And in front of her, the white-haired majestic middle-aged illusion nodded slightly, and his gaze softened.

"Descendants of my apostles."

He said calmly, "You have forgotten your mission. ”