Chapter 326 Warm Snow (13)

This is not an illusory dream, but a kind of future spied on from my own foreseeable vision.

During his sleep, thoughts flashed in Ian's mind. He vaguely felt that this future was closely related to the present him, even closely connected.

He is a prophet and cannot predict his own future, so in another way, he weaves a predictive dream from the perspective of dreams and other people.

Six years later.

When Elan grew up to Ian's age, he finally truly understood how amazing his brother's intelligence and talent were.

It is no exaggeration for Elan to think that if he trains for another twelve years, he may not be able to catch up with his brother six years agowhether it is combat skills, knowledge or the ability to make judgments on the spot, he is not as good as the brother he remembers. Not even one hand.

It's not glorification, it's the truth.

He knew better than anyone else that his older brother could learn alchemy inscriptions without giving up the training of sublimation skills, and even had spare time to cook and teach himself to learn.

And he has done his best just to practice sublimation skills, learn cultural knowledge, and exercise every day. Alchemy and inscriptions can't be said to be beginners, they can only be said to know nothing.

If it wasn't for the good foundation laid by his elder brother back then, at his age, he might not even be able to master math.

Because I lived together back then and experienced my elder brother's talents firsthand, Elan can always be humble, or examine all his achievements objectively, without any pride and dissatisfaction.

Although this is the case, in fact, Elan is already regarded as another genius among the White People after Ian.

Under the unselfish teaching of Bishop Baiwu, he has successfully condensed the source seed, and his physical fitness has reached the standard.

It will only take a few days until the receipt from the Holy Mountain arrives, Bishop Baiwu will be able to prepare the potion for him, and lead him on the path of the 'Dawn of the Light', the unique heritage of the Huaiguang Church.

Although he has never 'died' once, does not meet the needs of the priests, and cannot really join the Huaiguang Church, but the Huaiguang Church is not only an organization with priests, he can be a cooperative force As long as they have outstanding contributions, they can also advance within the church.

Xiaoguang Suzhe is an extremely special inheritance. It is neither the true form nor the bloodline, because the true form of the bloodline is originally a "difference" defined by a group of scholars and sublimators headed by the Huaiguang Church. Inheritance, in fact, is extremely dependent on talent, and even requires practitioners to have spiritual powers. It is an inheritance that can only be practiced by 'qualified' in the true sense.

The Dawn of Light is such an inheritance. Only psychics can adapt. Although ordinary people can practice perfectly after improvements in later generations, it is still much easier for psychics to practice this inheritance than non-psychics.

Coincidentally, Elan did have spiritual talent. As time went by, his spiritual power was on the verge of awakening, so he was recommended by Bishop Baiwu to practice this inheritance.

But the boy can still sense his brother.

Is this real, or is it my own hallucination? Even Elam couldn't be sure.

After all, Bishop Baiwu really can't lie to himself. Although the other party is old-fashioned and uninteresting, he really tried his best to teach him. After Elder Pude died of stomach cancer a year ago, he was the one who presided over the funeral and adopted him in name. himself, and reached an agreement with Viscount Grant.

In my induction, my brother is always alive, but lacks the original gentleness and becomes extremely calm.

Yes, calm.

No matter what happens, no change can make him feel angry, painful and happy... It is such a calm.

Is brother really alive? What is the difference between such peace and death?

Elan didn't understand this. After all, he was just a fourteen-year-old boy. Just gritting his teeth to practice and study every day, and trying to catch up with his brother's back had already exhausted his strength.

"Today, let's continue to exercise."

Leaving the house, Elan looked around at the slightly desolate street in front of him, and couldn't help sighing softly: "The war has still affected Nanling."

Two years ago, Duke Sorin, the Grand Duke of the Northwest, declared his independence with the support of Flameland. This should have been the last straw that broke the empire's western defense line. Imperial capital.

But it never occurred to me that just three days later, the Flameland fortress group located behind the Great Desert of Flameland also declared independence with the support of the Empire, allowing the Empire and the Alliance of Seven Cities to form a pincer offensive to encircle Niemasa. Surrounded by the kingdoms of Sri Lanka, the front of the soldiers once arrived at Misty Port, the place where the ancestors of Nemathus rose.

War?

What are you fighting for? If you continue to fight, you will really change your home!

This was an unprecedented strategic transposition, and everyone was shocked and at a loss.

Grand Duke Sorin finally understood why the imperial capital ignored his repeated threats and appeals for help. The feeling was that the other party was just planning to use himself to block the peak of Feiyandi, and the real strategic move was still in the north!

And the officers and soldiers of the Shining Flame Fortress Group suddenly realized why they sweated and bleed for the kings. As a result, the salary was getting less and less every year, and there were even cases of arrears. On the strategic front line, they are just abandoned children thrown out to attract the attention of the empire!

Fortunately, they became independent quickly, otherwise, they would have been discarded as consumables!

Although the situation is critical, it is not particularly critical. After all, everyone is in a hurry, so it is not really urgent.

All in all, Nanling did lose a lot of trade routes due to the blockade of Grand Duke Thorin, and the construction of the thriving Harrison Port also stagnated. Many merchants and adventurers who have lived here for a long time have returned to the Great Plains north of the imperial capital. District, that is the hometown of most of the imperial people.

Elan himself doesn't know much about politics and military power. Anyway, neither Archduke Sorin nor Fei Yandi can enter Nanling, at most they will send people to harass them.

Even if it is really shot down, so what? Whoever rules is not rule, it is not true that some people will go over the mountains and run into the mountains and jungles to kill the locals, right?

Back then, the Great Khan of the Royal Court of Heaven unified the three plains and invaded the wetlands with 300,000 elite cavalry. He was killed by the elves who had not formed a federation at that time. The rivers and the rain all smell fishy.

Even now, there are many parasitic zergs in the rainy wetlands that use demihuman skulls as nests, and even form a new species of bone zergs. , The two countries launched a strategic confrontation that lasted for more than two hundred years.

If Feiyandi really wanted to invade Nanling, it wouldn't mean to repeat the **** battle of that year, there would always be an effect.

Hoo hoo

The wind picked up violently.

The Bai Zhimin boy who left the church raised his head and looked at the sky in the South China Sea. The sound gradually intensified, and the sound was like a wave passing by the sea and the jungle. This was the moist sea breeze coming from the far sea. When it is time, it will make a sound like the waves of the sea of clouds.

The monsoon at the turn of spring and summer will blow the heat and water vapor accumulated in the sea to the central continent in the north, forming continuous rain clouds, and the moist water vapor will eventually combine with the mountain peaks and the dry hot wind from the north The collisions finally turned into heavy rains, moistening the vast land.

This is the ecology of Terra Continent, a cycle of season after season, year after year.

Grey clouds are gathering in the far sea. This should be a trivial matter that all Nanling people think is ordinary. Similar scenes are basically possible to see every day.

But this time Elan instinctively felt that something was wrong.

Not because of other reasons, just because of his psychic power.

His psychic ability sensed...a familiar breath from those clouds in the sky.

Lead gray dark clouds have gathered, and the sea of low and oppressive clouds is spreading. The original blue sky and blue sea are covered by these gloomy clouds.

It is like a harbinger of disaster, and the prelude to the coming of a dark disaster.

"This is"

The white-haired boy opened his eyes wide, and the purple eyes gradually lit up with streams of light purple light that flowed endlessly. He took a deep breath, trying to get rid of this oppressive feeling that was about to suffocate.

Elan never thought that when he felt the familiar breath again, he would be so shocked and astonished.

So...admired and feared.

It's like seeing a toppled mountain, an erupting volcano, a thunder that spans the entire sky, and an avalanche and tsunami that are sweeping towards you... It's shocking, intoxicating, and frightening.

"elder brother?"

Looking up at the sky, the black clouds that have spread to Port Harrison and even the entire Great Redwood Forest, the Bai Zhimin boy raised his hand, as if wanting to touch those lead gray clouds: "Is that you?"

"You're right here?!"

Wind did not answer the call.

But tens of seconds later, a mighty 'warm snow' descended on Harrison Harbor.

(end of this chapter)