Lugia, my name of the elf

Among the earliest traditional rituals of the Qidao tribe, according to the records on wooden boards or murals, the ancestors were keen on burial.

In a corner of the northern continent, due to the radiation and fluctuations of massive super energy ores, the land collapsed and migrated.

This also led to the fact that before the arrival of Lugia, the people of the Seven Islands mainly treated their dead people by burying them at sea.

After all, in the eyes of people with island civilizations, so-called burials are too luxurious for an island where every inch of land may be at a premium in the future.

But when the people of the Seven Islands officially changed their name to the people of Storm and gained a new faith;

And after the great mission of "returning to the old land" announced by the high priest Poseline at the highest level of the tribe;

The people of faith in Storm have resumed the custom of "burial", which is a sign of high expectations for the future.

At the same time, it is also a manifestation of people's confidence in the completion of the great mission of the high priest.

At this point, the Hall of Heroes passed down from generation to generation by the ancient ancestors of the Seven Islands finally saw the light of day again.

And this also made the former Lugia sigh a little;

People's survival and the environment they face will eventually shape the bones of civilization.

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The functions and functions of the Hall of Heroes are as obvious as its name.

It is the heroes who have made selfless contributions and sacrifices to the tribe who are qualified to rest here.

The soldiers who have been stationed on Storm Island for several years have been building it day by day, and now most of the progress of the fortifications has been completed.

Although there is still a serious shortage of manpower, there is still a considerable amount of time to wait before the actual completion;

But the Hall of Valor can already play its true role to some extent.

A few years ago, when Storm Island was still called "Main Island";

In the Demon God, the Squid King was still wreaking havoc and enslaving the people of the Seven Islands;

Countless warriors who were not afraid of death, led by the brave high priests and island leaders, finally fought to the death in exchange for the new gods that people begged for day and night.

And those brave heroic souls who sacrificed themselves in the god-summoning ceremony have long since fallen asleep in the Hall of Valor;

This is a place where they can still be glorious for eternity even after death.

And ever since the great gods gave Baofengwen, people have engraved the names of every warrior on their tombstones.

Today, this place will welcome a new owner...

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The fourth year of the storm, February [-]th;

Storm Island, Hall of Valor;

The death of the hero Alor brought an extremely heavy blow to many people of the Stormwind Tribe.

On the square of the Hall of Valor, people held a grand funeral for the most famous hero of this tribe.

On this day, all the warriors on Storm Island, students from the academy, and clergy in the temple gathered together.

As everyone watched, soldiers with special missions came quietly from another part of the square carrying a coffin;

And people are quietly waiting for the coffin carrying the hero to enter his unique "Hall of Glory."

The high priest and the leaders of many sub-islands stood quietly at the front of the crowd, and everyone watched the hero leave with complicated and sad expressions.

People couldn't believe that the all-powerful warrior in the rumors would actually die? !

Among them, especially those warriors who survived the god-summoning ceremony, were extremely shocked and incredible.

These soldiers still remember these clearly to this day, and many of them have witnessed them at close range; [-].

How the youngest and bravest leader of that tribe fought hard with the demon squid king to buy time for the god summoning ceremony.

In the minds of these warriors, Alor was blessed by the storm;

His body never tires and seems to contain endless power;

Even the powerful, huge iron whip-like tentacles of the Demon God were unable to harm it.

But even such an existence still died when darkness struck.

Faced with such sudden bad news, although they were speechless, many soldiers also had many thoughts and emotions in their hearts;

"The warrior is really at his end; it seems that in the future, those elf trainers who rely on the power of elves will be the right solution; but I am not young anymore, hey, I don't have much chance. The storm is above, but I hope that boy in my family can be somewhat successful..."

"The storm is rising. Even a warrior as strong as Alor cannot survive this coming darkness... Great God, can you tell me why human life is How about being so fragile? Can I really no longer trust my bone knives and stone arrows? The world is so big, but your people are confused and scared..."

"I heard that Alor's death was to protect the children who were invaded by the darkness. I never expected that Alor, as a warrior and leader, could fight to the death with the devil for the future of the tribe; and after becoming a professor at the academy, He also fought desperately for the safety of these tribal children and students, and even gave his own life. Haha, it’s ridiculous, it’s ironic, I used to be jealous, why did the god of the storm choose Alor instead of Choose me; now it seems that God’s choice is truly wise.”

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Boselin pretended to have a calm and peaceful look and posture, and was quietly protected by many guard soldiers.

In the seemingly determined gaze of the high priest, his heart was already on the verge of collapse;

From time to time, sadness and melancholy appear, which proves that the sadness in his heart can no longer be hidden and overflows.

"Storm above, in fact, I should have thought that without the secret help of the god of storm, Alor would not have survived that god-summoning ceremony; facing the fierce power of the devil, he always strives to be the first and brave It is impossible for Alor to survive based on his personal combat skills alone. Merciful and wise gods, I know that Alor’s survival to this day is already an extraordinary gift, and I should not ask for more; but, but, , Great God, can you tell me why my heart is still so painful..."

"Poseline..." Slowpoke standing next to the high priest, his dull and dull eyes suddenly flashed with wisdom and spirituality, and Slowpoke was also sad as if he was feeling the same.

As a Slowpoke who has established a life connection with Poseline, the empathy he feels at this moment is by no means just a simple description;

Adhering to the divine power from the storm, the invisible bond built on the souls of both parties is really enough to create a magical resonance between the hearts of elves and humans.

The trainer's state of mind can be transmitted to the elves through that invisible but real connection;

This point becomes more obvious the deeper the bond between the two parties becomes.

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The air was filled with an indescribable sense of deathly silence.

Originally, few people visited this Hall of Heroes;

Even those who came to pay their respects did not dare to make too many noises;

For fear of disturbing the purity of many heroes, avoid committing some rude or stupid actions.

Just like this moment, nearly a thousand people set foot on the grounds of the Hall of Valor;

But there was no disturbance from the crowd, no buzz of people.

Everything between heaven and earth was eerily quiet.

Only the distant sea breeze shuttles between the crowds and the mountains, bringing a whirring sound that people cannot ignore, stirring the confused hearts and bewildered souls.

But when people feel sad and regretful, some people are not always like this.

It was the students of Storm Academy who were rescued by Alor, although their eyes were full of sadness and pain.

But in the eyes of these children, there is a special emotion that people cannot fully understand at the moment.

Some students are still very young and cannot fully understand the true meaning of death and departure, but this does not hinder their deep thinking and thoughts;

"Professor Alor left, he left to protect us; but what can I do for his kindness? Perhaps, studying hard is the best way for me to repay him; yes! Definitely! Is such that!"

"Storm above, this is the professor of the college. Is this profession noble? I don't know and I'm not sure, but what I can be sure of is that Professor Alor must be a great person, just as he was chosen by the benevolent god. Same; I'm sorry, father, maybe I don't have that much desire to become an elf trainer. Please forgive me for being selfish and making my own decisions; in the future, when I grow up, I want to stay in Storm Academy and work hard to become an elf trainer. Professor, like Professor Allor..."

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The future "Judge of the Storm", Allan, who had been silently fighting alongside Alor before;

He looked deeply at the procession of heroes' coffins that were getting further away, as well as the various expressions and emotions shown by the many students around him;

They all made the young man extremely sad and at the same time, he felt a mixture of emotions.

It was as if there was a huge stone stuck in his heart, unable to let go and let go.

In fact, Allan can always feel a familiar feeling in Alor.

Perhaps it's because both of them have fully accepted the power from the storm runes, and they can faintly sense the power in the other's body.

Gu</span>Or maybe it’s because both of them are powerful warriors full of talent, and they smell like they belong to the same kind of people.

But no matter what, Alan still feels deeply regretful and unwilling to lose such a hero in his tribe.

"Professor Alor, it's a pity that as a student of Storm College who joined later, I was not able to hear your lessons. But before, I had heard about your heroic deeds in the God Summoning Ceremony. Darkness is coming, What I saw that day also proves that you are indeed as brave and selfless as people say; and by completing the final assignment you assigned, Alan has learned a lot! I will be as brave as you And selflessness; this land that you protect with your life and to the death, Allan will implement your will and guard it throughout his life; Great God of Storms, please bless Professor Alor, and please encourage me!" Young man! His eyes were full of real tears, and he said firmly secretly.

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In the center of the crowd, Gavin and Ryan could only stand behind many students because they no longer had the status of leader of the island.

Gavin, who was straightforward by nature, was still staring in disbelief at the coffin that was about to completely disappear from sight;

He looked confused and sad, and couldn't help but said:

"Ryan, my friend, tell me is this true?! The seven islands we used to have had seven sub-island leaders, seven! Huo Ying, Delon, Sco, Mann, they They’re all gone! Now, even Alor, the youngest among us, is gone!”

Suddenly, the injury was so deep that Gavin couldn't suppress the anger and unwillingness in his heart. He clutched at Ryan, who was also sad and regretful beside him, and growled:

"Ryan?! Do you know that it's you and me who should die? It's our fault that we failed to protect these students. It's us who should be lying in the coffin at this time, it's us That’s right! Alor is so young and his future is so promising, why should he be allowed to go ahead of us two immortals!?”

"..." Faced with Gavin who was choking and speechless, Ryan had no choice but to choose to remain silent;

Alor's sudden departure also made Ryan feel great pain and difficulty in letting go.

On a normal day, Ryan would of course comfort Gavin.

But today, Ryan was somewhat helpless, because at this moment, his heart was already filled with sadness.

This exhausted middle-aged man no longer has much energy and thoughts left.

Gavin was still crying silently, his behavior was not in line with the majesty and temperament of the leader of the sub-island;

Even though he has already resigned, he is still somewhat uncomfortable.

But in the past, Hoyin, Delon, Sco, and Mann, when these former island leaders and comrades left;

Gavin suppressed the sadness in his heart, kept a straight face and did not shed a single tear, acting like a leader.

And after years of enduring this man who looked strong on the outside but was delicate on the inside, today happened to be the time when Alor left;

He finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out completely.

"Gavin, put away your tears. We should actually be relieved that Alor did everything he believed in."

"The storm has something to say, remember that you are not only a teacher, but also an educator for students, a mentor in life and a moral guide."

"Look, hasn't Alor accomplished everything as a professor? In the future, we should follow his example..." Ryan squeezed out a smile from his sad expression, and trembled with emotion. vocal channel.

Ryan's words were addressed not only to Gavin, but also to himself.

After hearing Ryan's words, Gavin's mood recovered a little.

Immediately, the two people looked at each other with a tacit understanding, and they both saw the firmness and awareness of each other.

Alor's departure without saying goodbye also foreshadows the professional elf training in the days when there will be a temporary shortage of teachers;

It can only be done by Gavin, who specializes in elf observation, and Ryan, who specializes in elf cultivation, taking turns.

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At the very back of the funeral crowd, stood quietly four storm scholars, Datalli, Cage, Pedri, and Enrico, whose status and status were extremely high.

The funeral of the tribal hero, even the Storm Scholar, was strictly ordered by Bosaline;

Participation is a must and must not be declined or refused.

This also led to a rare gathering of four scholars. Previously, the four of them had been separated separately, each studying the fields and knowledge they were best at.

It is on a special day like today that we have the opportunity to live together.

But when Cage saw Datali, who had a good relationship with him, he couldn't help but say:

"Datelli, how come you have changed your behavior today!?" Cage looked shocked, looking at the clean and tidy Datari, and asked in confusion.

Not only Cage, as an excellent shipbuilder, had such an idea;

Pedri, a meteorological astronomer, and Enrico, a character development expert, were all extremely puzzled by this young man who had changed from his normal routine and was very knowledgeable in geometric lines and numbers.

You know, this Datali usually has a greasy-haired and unkempt appearance.

Because he was too focused on his world of mathematics and physics, Datali's personal hygiene was very problematic and he looked a little sloppy.

However, it is also because of your special status as a storm scholar that basically no one dares to scold him.

Today, Datelli was wearing clean, almost brand-new clothes, and his hair looked like it had just been washed, with a fresh fragrance.

Facing the question from Cage and the equally puzzled looks from the other two people, Datali replied like this:

"I know that in your eyes, I am a very bad person in life; maybe the three of you recognize my ability, but you must not agree with my personal life style. Of course, I don't care about other people's opinions, but this doesn't matter. It doesn’t mean I don’t know how to respect others.”

"Storm above, what did I hear? You are the most arrogant person on weekdays, causing others to misunderstand us Storm scholars, but you say you actually know how to respect others?!" Cage was a little confused when he heard this, Relying on the harmonious relationship between the two parties accumulated while studying wind power, he took the opportunity to say sarcastically.

"Hmph! Although I am usually arrogant, it does not mean that I am really ignorant. In the past, I was just too lazy to care and didn't want to waste time on boring things. But today is different. Whether it is the former leader of Alor or the leader of Alor, Professor Luo Er, if there were not people like him who selflessly dedicated themselves to the tribe, if it were not for the coming of the storm god, how could we be here today? We storm scholars are just shadows in the dream, and everything today depends on that The credit of a hero; without these people, the storm is high, scholars and so on, I would not even dare to dream." Facing Cage's sarcasm, Datali was not annoyed, and explained patiently and seriously.

On Datelli's head, his symbolic bird baby matched the trainer's words, nodding from time to time to show agreement.

"Well..., what you said is correct. Without Mr. Alor and the others who risked their lives to summon the new gods, we, the Storm Scholars, would never be where we are today. The storm is above , May the great gods bless these heroic spirits." Hearing Datali's answer, Cage's face suddenly fell into a thoughtful expression, and then he thought deeply and prayed for him.

Pedri, who has always been silent, introverted, and even a bit cowardly, was deeply moved after hearing this;

The young man immediately clasped his hands together, praying and expressing gratitude deep in his heart for Alor's efforts and God's blessing.

Finally, there is Enrico, who has also been silent and always filled with the desire to write;

This young man, who exuded the melancholy temperament of an artistic youth, gained new inspiration to create after experiencing Alor's extraordinary life.

"Whether it is people today or people in the past, they should not forget the selfless dedication of the heroes; perhaps, I should keep it all in my own way and pass it on from generation to generation; and boring and single records are far from It's not enough!" Enrico silently raised his fists, with a fire of mission and responsibility in his heart that was about to ignite, and said with determination.

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Storm Tower, top;

"Maybe Alor's death is not entirely a bad thing. The death of the predecessors will definitely affect people one after another, making them awaken and realize; and I must do something to expand the positive impact of this matter. , and then find ways to reduce the negative impact." Lugia looked at Alor's relatively empty tombstone, and he had some other ideas.

Lugia then closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

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At night, when all the people of faith in the Stormwind Tribe fall asleep;

Lugia spread his wings, waved them up and down, and left the top of the Storm Tower, flying into the Hall of Valor.

Alor was the death of Lugia's first person of special concern.

Of course, Lugia will definitely experience the death of familiar people one after another in the future.

A mortal body lasts only a few hundred years;

Considering the difference between people's living standards and medical standards now, most people's life spans have to be halved.

It is impossible for people to have an almost infinite eternal life like Lugia.

But today, Lugia, who had always been ecstatic that he had unlimited life, suddenly woke up.

Perhaps eternal life is not the beginning of happiness, but a terrible cycle of pain.

Walking on a long road with no end in sight, helplessly watching familiar people leave one after another, isn't this another form of pain?

"How, how could this happen!? The immortal god, who is no longer troubled by death, can actually feel pain in a place like this!?" Lugia subconsciously touched Alor's tombstone, remembering him The most devout religious people feel inexplicable worries and confusion about their future.

"No, maybe I worry too much. Immortality must be happy. So many people in the previous life begged but couldn't get it, but I already had it when I first came here. Haha, this kind of The idea was more or less cheap and sold well." After thinking deeply, Lugia shook his head with a forced smile, no longer worrying too much, and focused on the things in front of him.

Looking at the blank stone tablet, Lugia suddenly remembered the famous sayings of a certain philosophical master in his previous life.

Then, the super energy in the body began to activate.

Lugia raised his white wings, released the super energy and transported it to the wings, and wrote carefully stroke by stroke:

"There are only two things in this world that can deeply shock our hearts: one is the brilliant starry sky above us, and the other is the lofty moral law in our hearts."