Dawn of Pokémon

PROLOGUE

We all know that winter never ends - ever since those dark demons crawled out of the cracks in the earth and bared their fangs to the creatures of the sun.

Faced with their hard scales, sharp claws, and dark magic that can confuse people's hearts, the creatures on the ground are retreating steadily.The first one to collapse was a small human country - just when we were laughing at the incompetence of the weak, the devil had quietly extended its claws to the entire continent.Then came the orcs on the plains, the elves in the forest, the mermaids in the sea, the royal capital guarded by magicians, the knights in silver armor...

Finally, after paying a heavy price, the surviving creatures on the mainland formed an alliance.Under the ancient sacred tree, they swore an oath with their souls. From then on, they put aside their barriers and stopped fighting. Regardless of origin or race, they burned their lives together to fight against the messengers from hell.

——This is the story of the birth of the "United Kingdom of Sakoro" a hundred years ago.

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CHAPTER.01DEEPWINTER???.

(One)

Solar calendar year 749, early winter.

"Mr. Magician - the Feathered Clan scouts have sent news that there is an army of demons marching due north and will meet us in about a day."

The dusty human soldiers bowed down and respectfully reported to the man in dark robes.

The man sitting on the white horse nodded gently.

"Notify the soldiers to speed up the march and be sure to pass through the valley before the sun sets."

The person called the "Magician" looks very young, still like a teenager.But his expression was calm, and his speech and behavior were firm and straightforward.The messenger soldier who received the order did not have the slightest thought of questioning. He said "yes" and trotted back, passing on the commander's words from level to level.

Soon, an array of tens of thousands of people began to accelerate in the valley.

The Custer Mountains are famous for their steep terrain. If ordinary people entered the mountains rashly, they would probably break their legs before walking very far. However, this is a team known for their mobility, whether they are human rangers or those with cheetah blood. Neither the orcs nor the feathered men who can fly are afraid of mountains.Figures silently climbed up the steep slope and crossed the cliff. Only the sound of footsteps and the sound of weapons and armor clashing echoed in the valley.

(two)

The silver-haired magician boy gently stroked the horse's mane.

He put away the old map and set his sights deep into the mountains.

After the establishment of the United Kingdom, it took the creatures on the ground decades to establish a solid defense line against the attacks of demons.The towering city walls and the enchantment magic built by the great sage blocked the way of the devil, allowing the old, young, women and children in the city to recuperate; at the same time, the kingdom sent countless "demonic extermination armies" to enable them to penetrate deep into the devil's territory. The wilderness, take back the land that belongs to the creatures on the ground.

The young man named Shen Yutian is the commander of this demon-killing army. His name may sound more like an Eastern samurai than a magician, but in the United Kingdom where races are integrated, his appearance and surname have long been different. be given deeper meaning.

His father is one of the seven famous sages in the royal capital. He has the power to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and is a veritable great magician.As the son of a sage, the boy showed amazing talent for magic as early as a young age. Leading the Demon Slayer Army at the age of 15 was a rare sight in the kingdom for hundreds of years.

Of course, this may also be related to his "race" - the young man's pointed ears undoubtedly indicate that he has part of the blood of elves.

At this moment, the pointed ears of the elf - half-elf to be precise, of course, this is not important to the people of the United Kingdom - moved slightly.

The strong wind howled through the valley, swallowing up all the small sounds, leaving only the noisy footsteps of the marchers.Perhaps it was the five senses of elves that were far sharper than humans, or perhaps it was the magician's intuition - the young man vaguely felt that something was wrong.

(three)

It wasn't until the huge dark magic circle emerged from beneath his feet without any warning that the magician finally realized what the faint strange feeling meant.

No one can imagine why there are dark magic traps set up in advance in this deserted valley; no one knows why Yuren, who can see through the fog, failed to detect the existence of the magic circle.When his brain made the judgment of "time and space transfer magic", the half-elf boy realized that it was already too late.

The team of ten thousand people was cut into a dozen pieces.The commander and the soldiers around him were enveloped by the magic power and instantly passed through the thick space barrier, landing in an unknown land thousands of miles away.

(four)

Dizziness, confusion, pain.

fear.

Even warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles have no time to care about where the end point of the teleportation array is and where they are now.

There were only two colors in the field of vision: red and black, and wherever he looked there were densely packed demons. The hoarse and hoarse screams of the people were layered like waves, making one almost suspect that he had fallen into the depths of hell.

For the people of the United Kingdom who have been fighting evil for more than a hundred years, those dark monsters are almost as terrifying as nightmares.The time and space transfer magic disrupted the formation of the Demon Slayer Army, and when they changed from "an army" to "a group of soldiers", they were as helpless as human babies in front of the devil.

Blood splashed in the gray wilderness, dyeing the earth a purgatorial color.

The demon tore the human's fragile body into two pieces and greedily gnawed on the warm internal organs; the orc, who had lost one eye, roared in grief and slammed his warhammer at the demon, only to have his neck bitten off by the enemy behind him the next second; The dark magic made the air thicker, and the feathered man's stiff wings could no longer bear the weight of his body, and he fell to the ground in despair, becoming the monster's meal.

The military's order system has long been completely paralyzed.The commander's weak cry could not be heard by the soldiers. He could only release magic with all his strength and use the overwhelming flames to burn the demons into charcoal - even if this was a pitiful struggle, it was a drop in the bucket.

In the chaos of fighting, the beautiful white horse had long since disappeared.The guards around him fell one by one, and the magician's own magic power gradually dried up.

The overdraft of strength made his brain dizzy. Every judgment had to be delayed countless times before reaching his limbs. His originally bright ice-blue eyes gradually dimmed.In the darkened vision, the ferocious demon had already waved its sickle-like claws at him.

At the last second before losing consciousness, he seemed to see something——

It was a dazzling sword light that broke through all the darkness.

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CHAPTER.02WASTELAND

(Fives)

Darkness is spreading.

The fatigue caused by the depletion of magic power was almost overwhelming, making the magician unable to move even a finger. He relied on his last perseverance to maintain a sense of the outside world.

Maybe a long time passed, or maybe it was just a matter of a moment - the demon's roar faded, and the screams and roars gradually disappeared.Then, the magician felt someone pick him up gently.

Those hands were steady and warm, with a familiar body temperature that demons would never possess.A slight sense of security stirred the little waves, extinguishing the wounded man's last consciousness.

Afterwards, the half-elf boy fell into a deep sleep.

(six)

As we all know, magic is the source of power for magicians.No human would try to drain their own magic power, because that would mean an irreversible loss of vitality and soul - but for the elves who live with the forest and are born with the ability to borrow the power of nature, even if they use magic power Not a drop of it will be left, and it will only be a matter of time before it is completely restored to its original state.

When the young magician woke up in a simple thatched house, he found that there was another person beside him.

The dark room was cramped and narrow, and the lonely candlelight couldn't illuminate every corner.Despite this, the man's smile was still like moonlight, blooming brightly on the land trampled by demons.

"Good morning - are you feeling okay, Mr. Magician?"

(Seven)

During the few days of healing and waiting for the recovery of magic power, the half-elf boy quickly became familiar with his savior.

Boring books and magic runes almost filled the magician's entire childhood, which also created his character of not being a talkative and being better at listening than speaking.Fortunately, the other person had a cheerful temperament, which made this dark thatched house less lifeless.

The swordsman who came to help in the crisis called himself "the traveler in the wilderness" and seemed to be about the same age as him - which was quite unexpected.The swordsman has neat purple hair and seems to be shorter than the magician.He always wore a gray cloak, and the hood obscured his face, making it difficult to see his appearance clearly; but the magician felt for no reason that the other person's eyes must also be a beautiful light purple like gems.

Shen Yutian didn't know how the other party managed to escape smoothly among the vast army of demons, and he didn't try to find out anything.After spending a few days to determine whether the other party was a friend and not an enemy, he finally asked the first question.

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

The swordsman didn't seem to think that the other party's question came too late. He just smiled calmly and replied: "This is the wilderness."

The magician was speechless.

(Eight)

It is said that "wilderness" was just a name for an uninhabited place a long time ago.Today, however, wilderness refers to only one place.

Symbolizing the kingdom of darkness and death, the map is always blank; outside the walls of the United Kingdom, thousands of miles far north of the border, is a vast land surrounded by rifts leading to hell and occupied by countless demons.

There is no doubt that this is the reason why they will encounter such an endless tide of demons.

The half-elf boy was silent for a moment and stood up.

After a few days of training, his injuries were almost healed and his magic power was restored.It's time to face everything that needs to be faced.

"Mr. Magician, are you going out?" the young swordsman asked curiously.

"Yes." The silver-haired boy nodded, "I want to see the place where you saved me."

The swordsman realized something and suppressed his smile slightly.He seemed to have something to say, but ultimately chose to avoid it for now.

"Allow me to lead the way."

(nine)

The demon army has long since disappeared, and only the scarred earth remains unchanged.

The magician stared at the purgatory-like scenery in front of him - potholes, scorch marks, incomplete weapons and broken arrows, blood stains that had solidified into dark black, and corpses that had been eaten by demon crows until their bones were revealed.

All of this points to one thing.

It was because he gave wrong instructions as the commander that his soldiers died here.If he had seen through the traces of the magic circle, such a tragedy could obviously have been avoided.

"……sorry."

In a daze, the silver-haired boy thought that he blurted out his thoughts unintentionally, and it took him a moment to realize that the voice came from behind him.

He turned around blankly.The cloaked swordsman was lowering his head, his expression was hidden under the shadow of the hood, and only the words were still ringing.

"I came too late." The purple-haired swordsman said, "No humans have ever passed here. When I heard the sound, I thought it was demons fighting with the monsters again... If I had arrived faster, I could have saved more. Human.”

The magician was stunned for a moment, his ice blue eyes widening in surprise.

"I will do something about it." Perhaps the silence caused some misunderstanding, the young swordsman swore hastily, "In order to atone for my sins, I am willing to contribute my strength——"

The person opposite raised his hand and interrupted him.

The heavy guilt in my heart was swept away. Instead, I felt a little funny and helpless because the other party's words were too similar to my own.

And gratitude.

"Don't say that." The silver-haired half-elf said softly, "Of course you are not guilty of anything."

(ten)

"What do you plan to do in the future?" the swordsman asked.

After returning to the simple thatched house, the swordsman seemed to know that the magician was about to leave, pushing the dry food he had prepared in front of him.

"Go to the kingdom's garrison and report the whole story of this incident." The half-elf did not refuse. He thanked him and put the dry food into the marching package. "Although it may be a bit troublesome, I need to confirm the direction first."

The wilderness is vast and surrounds the kingdom's cities. If you are not careful, you will go astray.Since the establishment of the kingdom, countless explorers have been lost in the vast wilderness and have never been able to return to the kingdom. As lost people thrown here by the magic of time and space, it is too difficult to determine the direction of the kingdom on the endless plains. Difficult.

After hearing this, the swordsman showed a thoughtful expression, "Maybe I can help you."

The magician was startled and asked in surprise, "Do you know the location of the kingdom?"

"I don't know." The purple-haired swordsman shook his head, "But I know the direction of the "Sacred Tree". "

There was a look of surprise in the young man's eyes.

A hundred years ago, the ancestors who founded the United Kingdom swore an oath under the ancient sacred tree to abandon their barriers and fight against the devil together.Then, they built the capital on a plain in the distance where the top of the sacred tree could be seen in the distance - now, the huge sacred tree is the only sign outside the kingdom, and it is also the only place in the wilderness where troops are stationed all year round.

As long as they can reach the sacred tree, the magician can easily connect with the garrison.

"Look." The swordsman opened the door.

The sky outside was overcast—in fact, sunny days were rare in the wilderness.On the cold horizon, there seems to be some bright colors in the far distance.

The swordsman pointed over there, "You can see a little green over there, right?"

The magician observed carefully, and then he could barely see where the other party was pointing, "That's right - is that the crown of the sacred tree?"

"No, that is a mountain with lush vegetation." The swordsman explained calmly, "Climb the mountain, pass through the valley behind the mountain, turn left after seeing Stonehenge, and then pass by three lakes and cross In a sea of ​​flowers, you can see what the sacred tree looks like.”

Magician: "..."

He felt that the headache caused by the overdraft of magic power had returned again.

The swordsman seemed to know very well that he must be complaining in his heart, and immediately smiled and said: "I understand that it is easy for people to get lost - if you don't mind, can I give you a ride?"

Hearing this, the silver-haired half-elf's eyes were a little complicated.

He had repeatedly warned himself, don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked, don’t pay attention to the signs that the thatched hut was obviously a temporary building, don’t care about how strange it is for the other person to appear alone in the wilderness as a human being, let alone ask about his origins. and experience.Not being able to respond to others in time is enough guilt for the commander of the Demon Slayer Army. At least he can do it without embarrassing his benefactor with rude questions.

But at this moment, after much hesitation, he still ignored his rational warning and asked: "I'm sorry to ask this suddenly, but...where did you live before?"

The cloaked swordsman didn't answer immediately.

He took two steps outside, turned around, and opened his arms to the people in the room.

The vast sky was above his head, and the endless land stretched behind him.In this boundless and frighteningly vast world, the young swordsman stood in the center of the wilderness, smiling peacefully.

"right here."