Lugia, my name of the elf

Island of the Storm God;

The next morning, the guard soldiers who came to clean the Hall of Valor as usual first discovered the tombstone where Alor's bones were buried;

It was actually engraved with a line of text that had never appeared before, which made the soldiers who discovered the strange phenomenon feel extremely surprised.

"Look! What's going on with that light?!"

"It's strange. When the funeral was held for Lord Alor yesterday, the high priest also performed a special ceremony to make the white stone pillars shine? But why don't I remember that?"

"No, no, it's not the white stone pillars that are glowing but the words."

"Writing!? Where did the writing come from? When I checked yesterday, at least there was nothing on the white stone pillar. Could it be that someone secretly wrote on it? This is the Hall of Heroes, how could someone do such a thing. It’s really unbelievable.”

"Don't say so much yet, let's go take a look first and then talk."

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In fact, the Storm Civilization at this time naturally did not have the so-called tombstone culture.

The white stone pillar standing on Alor's tomb is not a tombstone, but simply a building that forms part of the Hall of Valor.

It stands to reason that even if there are words on this white stone pillar;

It is impossible for people to discover it in time in such a short period of time.

When the guard soldiers entered the square inside the Hall of Valor, they immediately discovered the clues and reasons for the differences from yesterday;

The words on Alor's tombstone actually emitted a different kind of magical brilliance when reflected by the light of the sun, which was unusually dazzling and moving.

It was a special color mixed with pink and purple, and no one felt any discomfort.

That kind of light is very warm, and this feeling is very familiar to people, just like when staring at the Storm Tower.

It is precisely because of this that the soldiers are not alert or enter a state of combat readiness.

The next moment, these soldiers were also driven by the dual effects of curiosity and duty;

Walked forward, intending to take a closer look.

The soldiers who walked under the white stone pillars saw a scene that shocked them.

Engraved among the white stone pillars was the Baofengwen they were most familiar with.

There is no doubt that it is a text unique to them. This strange and incomprehensible phenomenon can not help but make all the soldiers fall into deep doubts.

Every guard soldier couldn't help but wonder, who could be so carefree and relaxed?

He actually came here in the middle of the night and wrote such words on the white stone pillar?

Regardless of what he actually wrote, or how he wrote it at such a high distance from the ground.

But writing words on the white stone pillars where the tribal heroes sleep is undoubtedly an act of sacrilege.

But just when people were holding such thoughts and looking up;

All the soldiers had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts. People subconsciously widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

This feeling is beyond words, it is magical.

Although it is baseless, everyone can be sure that this is definitely not a word that humans can write.

Everyone who looks directly at the words feels a trembling feeling in their hearts, which is a shock from the soul.

Those "overwhelmingly familiar words", staring at them for a long time, actually gave me the feeling of facing the terror of the storm and the gentleness of the sea breeze and the rising sun;

This feeling of extreme contrast and contradiction can't help but amaze the hearts of all warriors.

It was as if what they saw was not Baofengwen, but their gods.

After waiting for everyone to feel this way, the captain of the guard team understood that this matter had gone far beyond their responsibility.

"I must report this matter to the high priest truthfully." The guard captain looked at the mysterious storm text on the white stone pillar and said with awe.

"Understood, I can go to the Temple of Storms and inform the high priest himself!"

"Just in case, I'll take someone to check around and see if I can find anything else."

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Realizing the urgency and importance of the situation, several soldiers did not dare to waste too much time and took action.

However, it is somewhat regrettable;

Compared with those diligent and studious students, the number of soldiers stationed in the Hall of Valor who know Baofengwen is really limited;

That's just their personal names, and some specific vocabulary required for tasks.

After all, for some beginners, the text comes from the ancient civilization of Lugia’s previous life;

Learning this from scratch would be a nightmare.

It is definitely the most difficult language to learn in this life and past lives.

Therefore, they only have a vague understanding of the words on the stone tablet and the meaning behind it.

But fortunately, because the matter was so important, Stormwind Temple paid full attention to the news as soon as it learned about it.

After High Priest Poseline learned the news, he immediately stopped all work at hand;

With more guard warriors and her Slowpoke, she set off non-stop in the direction of the Hall of Valor.

The high priest was vaguely aware of it, and she had a premonition of the contents of the reports of these guarding soldiers;

Undoubtedly it was another miracle, maybe it was the work of the great god who came in person.

At the same time, Enrico was writing silently, buried deep in Storm Academy;

For some unknown reason, he actually heard about the miracle that happened in the Hall of Heroes at the first time.

Because it was related to words, this not only aroused the strongest interest in this storm scholar.

So after asking the high priest Poseline for instructions, Enrico also accompanied everyone to the Hall of Valor.

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After a while, Boselin arrived at the Hall of Valor with many soldiers.

Everyone came to the white stone pillar that belonged to Alor and observed it in detail.

Compared to these warriors who didn't know much about Baofengwen, this wave of Celine and Enrico can be regarded as the best in Baofengwen.

Especially the latter, he is the person with the highest literacy skills among the Storm Tribe.

First, when Poseline saw the words on the white stone pillars flashing with dazzling light;

The high priest is almost [-]% sure that this is the miracle of that great god.

Because the extraordinary divine power she inherited in her body is resonating and reacting with it.

Bosaline believed that the great god must have stopped in front of Alor's tomb at some point last night and personally sent down these words.

Considering that the god of the storm did not use the mouth of the storm god's envoy, the possibility of coming in person is extremely high.

As for the one next to Bosaline, it was only because of the influence of the storm god’s power;

Slowmon, who then gained wisdom and could speak human words, also deeply agreed with Bosaline's views.

It is also very certain. This is undoubtedly the majestic strength of that god.

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"The storm is above, you are kind, did you come to this place last night?" Boselin felt the energy in her body and sensed the words of the storm that had the same origin.Considering that this was a text given by the gods for a mortal, Boselin couldn't help but be deeply moved.

The next moment, when Boselin slowly read out the words and understood and felt the meaning;

Her heart couldn't help but be even more shocked, and this feeling was not unique to Poseline;

Enrico, the storm scholar behind the high priest, also felt the same.

In the past, this young man had never experienced the situation when his storm god sent an oracle.

"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."

When Enrico read this sentence carefully, it seemed that somewhere in this young man's soul, a door to the unknown world slowly opened.

After thinking about it several times, Enrico had the shocking experience of facing a new world for the first time.

"It turns out that words can express such meaning. This is the true expression of controlling words. It's incredible." Enrico gradually had a clear context and idea for Baofeng text, and he couldn't help but feel like he had found a treasure. Such joy.

Perhaps the words themselves are not the most important. What truly has the ability to withstand the test of time must be the profound meaning behind the words.

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In another place, when Poseline finished reading this sentence, the difference and gap between position and personal ability;

Naturally, the idea that created the high priest was completely different from that of the storm scholar.

For Poseline, there is no doubt that this is a new oracle.

However, this was not passed down indirectly from the mouth of the Storm God Envoy.

This was given to Alor by the great god himself.

The special meaning behind it is of great significance and must be taken seriously by everyone in the tribe.

And from the content of this oracle from the god, it is not difficult to see;

The significance of Alor to the tribe is like the brilliant starry sky in the sky;

It is shocking and worthy of awe and admiration by all future generations.

At the same time, the gods also used Alor as an example;

I hope to warn and encourage future generations to learn from Alor’s spirit and to cultivate a holy character like the starry sky.

In Poseline's opinion, maybe the gods don't want it either;

As time goes by, people gradually forget all the contributions and efforts this great hero made for the tribe.

When Poseline and Enrico both had feelings and emotions in their hearts;

The storm text on the tombstone is full of indescribable spirituality, as if it is alive, emitting an even brighter light.

"Storm above, you are listening and watching, right? My idea is not wrong. Alor's contribution to the tribe should not be forgotten in the long river of time." Poselin felt something in her heart and immediately clasped her hands together. , praying.

"The storm is above, Enrico is not a warrior, an elf trainer, or a clergyman; but I will rely on the power of words to record, describe, and engrave everything, to resist the long time and the ups and downs of people's hearts; there is Some people, some souls, are destined to be famous throughout the ages!" Enrico slowly lowered his head to show respect for the gods, and also secretly made up his mind for himself.

It seemed to confirm the changes in the two people's moods. As their thoughts became deeper, the light became more dazzling.

This wonderful and astonishing change naturally aroused deep doubts and extreme curiosity among all the soldiers in the rear.

These guarding warriors, of course, wanted to know what words were behind this text and what kind of oracle it conveyed.

But looking at the reactions of both the high priest and the storm scholar, many warriors can roughly feel it without even asking;

The text on this stone tablet must be extraordinary. Otherwise, how could it make the two of them amazed and moved at other times?

But unfortunately, these rude men who only know how to wield bone knives cannot read.

As it turns out, not everyone is like Lane;

When a person reaches middle age, he still has an open mind to learn.

And Enrico, who has always known how to observe words and emotions and has a delicate mind;

Naturally, I found out that these guards were extremely curious and itchy.

The young man couldn't stand the confusion of others, so he kindly read the oracle on the tombstone to the guarding soldiers.

When these guard soldiers saw the storm, they condescended to tell the contents on the white stone slab;

People can't help but have a greatly changed impression of Storm Scholar.

It turns out that only Datali has been the one who is aloof and arrogant, not all Storm Scholars are like this.

After learning what was recorded in the text, the guarding soldiers could not help but be deeply shocked by the content of the oracle.

People have never thought that a person's moral character can be like the bright stars in the sky, out of reach and slowly shining.

Finally, while everyone was sighing, Boselin also issued an order;

She has already confirmed that this is a miracle from the great god, so there is no need to pay too much attention to it, and there is no need to panic about it.

Just like the Storm Tower before, just wait in awe and accept it silently.

After giving the order, Boselin left the Hall of Valor with many soldiers.

When leaving, Boselin forgot to take a look at the Hall of Valor for the last time.

In this woman's heart, she was somewhat sad, but also secretly pleased.

Valley</span> "Alor, have you seen it? This is our god's recognition of your selfless and dedicated behavior. It is also the great god's highest evaluation of your heroic deeds, and it is the god's blessing to you. . We will definitely remember your story and your spirit, pass it on from generation to generation, and never forget it." Thinking of this, the majesty and magnanimity of being a high priest appeared in Boselin's eyes again, and she left without looking back. .

After all, as the high priest of the tribe, she could not come to the Hall of Valor every day to remember her old friends.

After all, Poseline is the highest-status cleric and has missions and obligations that she must fulfill.

In the foreseeable future, if there is no more great hero like Alor among the tribe;

Boselin secretly sighed that she would probably never step into the Hall of Valor again in this life.

Except, of course, her personal death.

"The storm is rising, may the brave spirits sleep peacefully here forever." As Boselin walked, she clasped her hands together and offered her last prayer.

Enrico, the storm scholar who came with him, still stopped in front of Alor's tomb;

Under the white stone slab, a lonely figure stood in the wind. The young man stared at the stormy words for a long time, unable to extricate himself for a while.

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Storm Tower.top layer;

"Hmm... As the high priest of the tribe, Boselin, cannot set foot in the Hall of Valor...; this is really an inhumane cultural custom." Lugia looked at Boselin, who looked disappointed, and couldn't help shaking his head secretly. , sighing.

In the traditional civilization of the Seven Islands, it was one of the few customs that people adhered to from generation to generation;

The ancestors stipulated that as clergy, they were not allowed to approach the former residence or tomb of the deceased.

The reason for doing this is because in the concept of the people of the Seven Islands;

It is believed that this move will bring bad luck to the gods they serve, indicating impurity and irreverence.

Following this custom, of course, there are also the clergy's hard and fast rules about never marrying or marrying for life, etc.

Therefore, Bosaline and Alor, who have an extremely good relationship, are completely separated from each other.

From now on, Poseline will never be able to see the grave where Alor's bones are buried again.

But for these traditional customs that have little impact on the overall situation, Lugia does not intend to interfere or change too much.

After all, the cultural attributes of Baofeng were condensed on top of the previous culture of the Seven Islands.

It can be said that Lugia is already very satisfied.

If everything were to be overthrown and started over, the national character of the Storm Civilization would also be rewritten.

Then Lugia's workload is too great and he will be exhausted.

This is completely contrary to his idea of ​​​​just farming quietly.

Gathering his mind, Lugia stopped looking at Poseline;

Instead, he set his sights on the last storm scholar he discovered, Enrico.

It is obvious that after Enrico realized the words of the great philosopher in Lugia's previous life;

This young man's thoughts and perception of the world have inevitably and quietly changed.

And this is exactly what Lugia wants to see. He doesn't want Enrico to only know how to create words but know little about the use of words.

If possible, he hopes for Enrico's future development;

He will be a great scholar in literature, philosophy, history, writing and many other fields.

Moreover, in the middle and late classical era, the rule and governance structure headed by the Storm Priest came to an end.

This decadent and outdated model is destined to be eliminated by the times.

By that time, Lugia would rather see Storm's faith gradually evolve into Storm's religion.

With the opening of the Age of Discovery, let Storm's faith spread to every corner of the planet.

As for the first archbishop of Storm Faith, he will definitely come from Enrico's sect.

"I hope everything goes well." The white stone pillar in the far distance of Lugia thought with hope.

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Hall of Valor, late at night;

Because of the special situation in the morning, it was a majestic miracle from the storm god.

Therefore, the guarding soldiers did not increase their alert.

After all, the value of the Hall of Valor is far greater in spiritual significance than practical.

But this approach undoubtedly gave Ryan and Alan an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The appearance of the two people was not seen by anyone.

Technically speaking, Ryan still needs to keep Alan's special mission a secret.

And when the reversed god came, Gavin somewhat noticed the weird ability in A Lan;

Under the influence of Ryan, intentionally or unintentionally, he gradually gave up his doubts and no longer paid too much attention to it.

Today, this action is what A Lan insists on.

As a young man, he was still full of great curiosity and willingness to explore the miracles of Storm.

Moreover, Allan still wanted to remember Professor Alor again at a close distance.

Ryan, who received A-Lan's request, had always wanted to deliver something important to A-Lan, so he agreed.

"The storm is blowing, I never thought that the great gods would compare Professor Alor's selfless dedication to beings equal to the stars in the sky." A Lan stopped in front of the white stone slab and saw that the gods did not cover up Professor Alor. The young man's words of praise couldn't help but be shocked and moved by this.

Beside Alor, Ryan repeatedly and carefully read the contents of the oracle on the tombstone;

He was also deeply touched, as his thinking intensified and deepened;

Compared to Poseline, Enrico, Alan and others who are new to the world;

Ryan, who has experienced countless lives and deaths, obviously understands the oracle's words on the tombstone;

The insights and amazement gained are incomparable.

Ryan doesn't know what philosophy is, but he probably already has a grasp of the wisdom and knowledge involved.

"Alor, your departure and dedication not only protected the students. It also told countless generations of descendants to work hard and spur them to make greater contributions to the tribe. Your death will definitely It has no meaning." Ryan looked at the words on the white stone pillars, and the young voice of Alor came to his mind again, and he couldn't help but feel emotional.

That brave pioneer, after a short but glorious life, was finally able to rest.

Finally, the timing of detection is about the same.

Ryan was no longer looking at Alor's tombstone, but turned around;

Hand the phoenix feathers in your arms to the future "Storm Judge" in front of you.

"Lord Ryan, what is this?!" Looking at the golden feathers glowing with mysterious light, A Lan couldn't help but look surprised and wondered.

"This is a phoenix feather. According to legend, it is most likely an object from another god. Its previous owner was Alor..." Faced with Alan's doubts, Ryan simply said It explains the origin and function of phoenix feathers.

In Ryan's opinion, everyone in this tribe except A Lan;

There is really no one who is qualified to wear this artifact from his god, the Phoenix Feathers.

Not only did the boy fight alongside Alor during his lifetime, but it was also this boy who shouldered the special mission of the Great Storm.

And after Alan heard about the terrible effects of Phoenix Feathers, it can actually improve personal luck and increase life span.

The young man couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Alan thought that there was something magical like this;

It should be placed in the Temple of Storms, protected by many warriors day and night, and put away in a cabinet to match its value.

As an ordinary resident, Ah Lan has no virtue and ability, and what qualifications does he have to use such a magical weapon?

However, at Lane’s insistence;

In the end, A Lan still took over the phoenix feathers.

The young man felt the wonderful warmth coming from the phoenix feathers in his hands, and a magical feeling that could not be expressed in words;

All of them made A Lan's value and understanding of this artifact refresh again.

And in the feathers from the God of Luck, and in A-Lan's body, the power of runes from the God of Storm;

The moment they came into contact with each other, Alan suddenly felt that his body strength was strengthened to an unparalleled and astonishing level.

"So that's it!" A Lan stared at the phoenix feathers in his hand with a complicated expression. He finally knew where Professor Alor's power came from that day.

But when A Lan took over the Phoenix Feathers and gained great power;

There was not too much excitement and joyful smile on his face.

After all, Alor's precedent is still in front of him, and the young man understands that behind the powerful power, there is bound to be heavy responsibility and obligation.

Just like his professor Alor.

"The storm is above, A-Lan understands." A-Lan stopped refusing. After taking the phoenix feathers, a solemn look appeared on the young man's face and he said firmly.

"I hope you can inherit Alor's legacy. People like me and Gavin are no longer young." For some reason, Ryan's expression became lost and tired, making him look a little old.

"The storm is blowing, A Lan will definitely live up to his expectations!"

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In the end, the two people who had satisfied their curiosity left the Hall of Valor respectfully while the night was still dark.

As he lay dying, Alan could not help but look back at Alor's tombstone again and again.

The pink and purple words and light, under the lonely moon in the middle of the night;

Just like the dawn of the dark night and the first ray of sunshine in the early morning, everyone who is full of holy morality or has a noble pursuit of it can gain profound enlightenment and guidance.

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Storm Tower, top floor.

Lugia, who silently watched the two people leave, couldn't help but feel relieved and reassured after seeing that Phoenix Feather also had the most suitable new owner.

Alor's death is certainly a huge loss.

But the extraordinary significance he brought to the descendants of the tribe after his death cannot be ignored.

"Everything in the Storm Tribe is on track. After I rebuild the Storm Tower, I think it's time to sleep well for a while." Lugia's eyes showed a little sense of relief, and he secretly thought in his heart. planned.

Late one night a few days later, Lugia flapped his wings;

Taking advantage of the darkness, he left the Storm Tower.He returned to the deep ocean current vortex that he was most familiar with.

Lugia was not worried that Dialga or Palkia would come to visit him coincidentally while he was sleeping.

According to his understanding of the twin gods of time and space, no, it should be said to be his understanding of the divine beasts;

For these gods with almost infinite lives, the concept of time has become extremely general and lengthy.

The time between gods may last for a moment, or it may last for decades...

Therefore, Lugia didn't care at all.

Finally, after sorting out everything, I looked at this ancient abyss;

Lugia slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Lugia slept for a full 20 years.

For the gods, it is just a rest, a short nap.

But for ordinary mortals, this is one-fifth of their life journey, passing by quietly.

For 20 years, nothing major happened to the Storm Tribe during this period.

Everything is developing steadily in an orderly manner and in the direction planned by Lugia.

This also means that Lugia does not need to repeatedly intervene in the development process of the tribe, and is purely idle;

All of them allowed him to accumulate the power of Storm Faith to a great extent.

Until one day in the 24th year of the storm.

Lugia was disturbed by two other visitors deep in the sea, and had to wake up from a deep sleep.

"Those are Kyogre and Manaphy? Strange, for no reason, why did they come to my storm territory? Lugia opened his hazy eyes and forced himself to cheer up. At the same time, he felt the visit of the two gods in his heart. , deeply puzzled by it.

The next moment, Lugia's body radiated a mysterious light, accompanied by a low cry from the abyss;

He turned into a deep sea dazzling light and swam towards the direction of the God of the Sea and Prince Canghai.