Lugia, my name of the elf

Counting the time, a lot of days have passed since Bosaline was imprisoned in the death row on the fourth of the seven islands;

According to that adult's frail constitution, Alor predicted that she would never survive tonight, and tomorrow morning would be the day of execution.

Therefore, tonight is Alor's last chance!

And only at night, he will not be seen by other guards on the fourth of the seven islands.

"Since the leader insists on this, please take a few of us with you!"

"Yes! If we row together, we can go faster!"

But when faced with the proposals of other warriors, Alor shook his head repeatedly and refused:

"No, this small boat can't accommodate so many people at all. Besides, I can move easily on my own, and there are people I can trust to handle the four of the seven islands. You don't have to worry!"

Regardless of the opposition of several close soldiers, Alor resolutely chose to go to sea alone.

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After rowing the boat completely away, Alor turned back, looked at the soldiers thoughtfully, and said to himself:

"I know it's dangerous to go to sea at this time. But we don't have much time left for the Seven Islands!"

"Hey, if Lady Boselin had discussed it with me first instead of speaking directly to the priest, there would always be room for improvement, but now..." Alor felt helpless, secretly sighing at the bad luck of both parties.

If he and Bosaline could often move around and have a good relationship on weekdays, how could he be so passive now when it comes to calling other gods.

Alor stopped thinking about it, saved his energy, and concentrated on paddling across the ocean.

But as time passed, Alor looked at the sea, which was more violent than ever before;

That kind of awe and fear of nature immediately took over his heart.

The enthusiasm that was originally filled with enthusiasm was gradually extinguished by the storm;

The only thing he thinks about is that he can survive safely to the fourth of the seven islands and rescue Lady Bosaline!

However, one person's strength can never resist the cruel nature.

The luck in Alor's heart ultimately caused him to fall into the endless abyss in advance;

According to the oral experience passed down by the elders of the tribe, according to common sense, the sea cannot be so manic in this season, and storms of this scale rarely occur!

He didn't understand why the sea was so angry.

When the young leader of the sub-island stared dumbfoundedly, a huge wave of dozens of feet hit him hard and shattered his small canoe in an instant;

Alor finally realized that he was completely on the verge of death.

The light rain just now has turned into a big storm that can destroy everything.

If there was an ordinary light wind and rain, he was confident that he could still row the boat with brute strength.

But the development of the situation was not as optimistic as he thought beforehand.

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The endless cold water swept over the body of the young island leader.

His helpless and frightened eyes were as black as an abyss;

Sea water filled his ears, and the howling wind mixed with it shook his throbbing soul.

"This is such an ironic god. Is this the punishment for my betrayal?"

"The people of the Seven Islands will not listen to their prayers, but once they choose to call other gods, they must be punished immediately! How can there be such shameless gods in this world!" Alor looked miserable and cursed in his heart.

After he had witnessed the biggest storm in his life, he naturally believed that this was the original god's punishment for his betrayal.

Otherwise, he would have no way to explain such an extraordinary natural disaster.

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"It's over."

"Haha, maybe if you die like this, it will be another form of liberation..."

Alor laughed helplessly at himself and felt inexplicably relieved.

Then, the deep darkness swallowed him completely...

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Is Alor being rash?

Or is he stupid?

Of course not, Alor knows better than anyone else;

Poseline is the only person who can touch the extraordinary, and she is the designated heir of the priest;

Only she can do the thing of calling other gods;

If it had been anyone else, wouldn’t have even thought about it.

But both Alor, who was sinking into the deep sea, and Poseline, who was struggling to hold on on death row, knew that everything seemed to be too late.

The destruction of the Seven Islands has long been doomed.

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Alor's body gradually sank to the bottom of the sea and fell into endless darkness.

But the next moment, in the quiet deep sea, a white wing suddenly stretched out, supporting Alor's body and preventing him from continuing to sink;

"As a god, I cannot lower myself to directly help the people of the Seven Islands. This would be detrimental to my godhood."

"It is also not allowed to appear in front of ordinary people many times frequently, otherwise there is still a risk of reducing the godhood."

"But I can help key people who can change the course and history of the tribe."

"Well, I can give you a little bit of my power, so you don't want me to be disappointed."

In the darkness, a voice muttered to itself.

Then, the owner of the voice took Alor's body and turned into a strange stream of light and disappeared...

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The fourth of the seven islands, the place of death row.

In the dark and damp cell, Poseline's eyes were empty and lifeless;

She stared blankly at the stone window above. The violent rainstorms and wild sea breeze that poured in from time to time made this girl who had never suffered any suffering unable to help hugging her trembling body.

But even so, the cold, pain, and hunger did not change the girl's desperate eyes in the slightest;

"The Seven Islands are over, there is no future!"

"This is the devil's last sacrifice."

"The devil's anger will eventually destroy the Seven Islands..."

Bosaline once saw with her own eyes a father strangled to death a baby girl whose mother had worked hard to conceive for ten months;

Because in the father's opinion, instead of working hard to raise his daughter until she is six or seven years old, it is better to kill her now to avoid having another useless mouth and wasting precious food.

In Poseline's view, this was such a cruel and bloody thing;

Under the rule of the demon god, the behavior and hearts of the people of the Seven Islands gradually became like demons, becoming cruel, selfish, prone to suspicion, and even vicious to their loved ones.

Boselin closed her eyes in pain. She seemed to see what the tribe looked like when it was destroyed by the demon.

And her life will end tomorrow.

Suddenly, while Poselin was thinking about something, her cell opened strangely!

"Crack."

"Squeak."

The wooden cell door first made a pulverizing sound, followed by a harsh sound after being corroded by the sea breeze for many years.

"Who?" Poseline looked confused, and she secretly sighed that her execution date should be tomorrow morning;

As a sinner who has rebelled against the gods, she will be publicly judged on the island;

And she was destined to spend this night alone, with no visitors at all.

But when the desperate Poseline saw the face of the visitor, a bright light appeared in her dead eyes;

"You, you are Lord Alor!" Poselin straightened up, used the last strength of her body, and exclaimed in a hoarse voice.

"I've made you suffer, Lady Boselin." Alor nodded and quickly put his warm cloak gently on Boselin's cold body.

"Ahem, I am no longer an adult. The priest has taken away my identity." Boselin said with a pale face and a helpless smile.

"It doesn't matter. In Alor's heart, you are the real priest!" Alor said calmly.

"Lord Alor! You, what are you?!" Poselin was a little surprised when she heard Alor's disrespectful words towards the current priest.

"Lord Poselin, I heard someone say that you can call other gods. How to do it specifically? Can you tell me and let Alor help you!" Alor said seriously with stern eyes.

"This?! Sir Alor, please don't say that, the priest will blame you! Besides, Boselin is a sinner of the Seven Islands, you can't come to see me!" Boselin quickly refused, fearing that her dying body would be implicated. The distinguished leader of the sub-island.

"Huh?! Wait!"

But the next second, before Alor could explain anything;

The smart Poseline immediately noticed something strange.

Outside the death row, the wind and rain continued with alarming force, and the sea would definitely not be calm;

But how did Alor, who was located at the end of the Seven Islands, appear in the fourth of the Seven Islands?

After the extremely confused Poseline looked at Alor, who looked as normal and could even be said to be full of energy;

She temporarily put aside the young leader's rebellious remarks and asked:

"Master Chief, how did you get here?"