【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The Flower of Wind is a code word set by the boy among the rebels.

It was obvious that the old man in front of him was the "believer" the young man was looking for in the city.

But this cloak looked more and more familiar to the girl.

Before the girl could dig deeper, the man performed a standard knightly salute to the wind elf, pulled down his cloak and looked at the girl:

"I've seen you."

"You were the one who saved people with the poet that day."

The man had red hair, red eyes, and an unkempt beard, and there was a wild flavor in his composure.

It looks like Diluc - but that's right, after all, he is Diluc's ancestor.

Seeing the shape of the big sword wrapped in dark cloth behind him, the girl immediately reacted.

"You saved me that day," the girl bowed to the man, "Thank you very much."

The man didn't seem to be used to talking to girls. He nodded and turned away awkwardly. After thinking about it, he finally said "No need."

The man did not want to give his name, only saying that his last name was "Legenfund".

Under the rule of the lonely king of the tower, there were no useful weapons in the city, so it was no wonder that Legenfend wanted to wrap the sword in cloth. Despite this, he could not avoid hiding in the city until he heard the poet playing and singing.

He was the first to follow the poet and the wind elves. He was not good at words and had been searching for weapons and training new recruits before the resistance was established.

He should have corresponded with the Gunnhild family for a long time, but this was the first time he came to visit them.

"Well, Mr. Legenfind, what did the poet say?"

"The poet said that the flowers of the wind bloomed."

The wind flower has bloomed, and the rebellious wind has quietly gathered, ready to overturn the tower.

The silent rallying call has been sounded.

None of the Gunnhilds are procrastinating. As soon as dusk fell, they were ready to march.

"I will lead a large force to attack from the west, and Andrius and the wolves will support from the north. A frontal army and the poet will cooperate inside and outside to attract firepower."

The patriarch paused:

"This army is led by poets, knights, and zephyrs. Who has a problem?"

Attract firepower?

If the girl remembered correctly, the boy fell to the dawn of freedom in the last battle on the frontal battlefield.

Before the girl had finished her thoughts, the man had already stood up:

"Count me in."

"If it's to attract firepower, I should be the most suitable."

Miss Gunnhild was unusually silent.

The frontal battlefield is undoubtedly the most dangerous. The girl's physique is not as good as the tribesmen who have been training since childhood. Let her go to the frontal battlefield...

Seemingly sensing Miss Gunnhild's worry, the girl gently placed the Eye of God on the table, revealing her bandaged fingertips and palms.

These days, the girl has achieved good results in her bow practice, but her hands are too delicate and have caused a lot of blood blisters. The girl often pops these blood blisters late at night, puts a bandage on them, and continues practicing the next day.

Many people in the tribe had seen the girl's bow skills and began to whisper:

"The hunter's bow skills are indeed good, and he is not unqualified for the frontal battlefield."

"If your bow skills are good, wouldn't it be more appropriate to attack from the side battlefield?"

"The Lone King of the High Tower probably wants to kill her. It would be too risky for her to go to the frontal battlefield."

"..."

"I agree."

Legenfinder spoke and turned his gaze to the girl.

Gunnhild seemed to have finally thought about it and made the final decision:

"The proposal is approved and we will set off immediately."

Holding the torch high, tearing a path to freedom in the wind and snow.

Dots of fiery red stars joined together, taking over from the sunlight and turning into a dawn belonging to the rebels.

They shouted:

Tear down the high wall!

They shouted:

Tear down the tower!

They shouted:

free! free!

Standing outside the wind wall, the howling wind seemed to penetrate people's eardrums, like the screams of countless unyielding people.

The wind elf spun and flew up, and a huge azure magic circle appeared underneath. Hurricanes were everywhere, and there was a crisp sound of weapons connecting with each other.

Everyone put their hands on their left chests and knelt on one knee - they were praying and shouting silently.

The power of faith continued to pour into the magic circle, and the heartbreaking sound of shattering was heard densely. Finally, in the wail of a gust of wind, the huge wind wall collapsed, and the fragments were swept into the center by the wind, gradually losing their real shape. It turned into a stronger wind and swept away with the power of an explosion.

The girl was well prepared, the magic weapon went up against the wind, and the blue light burst out, applying a layer of shield to everyone.

On the other side of the wind wall, there are also people praying devoutly, and a young man stroking the strings of the piano and looking at the other side with a smile.

Once the wind of resistance blows, it will not stop easily.

The rebels sang loudly all the way and were unstoppable.

People who had tasted freedom for the first time sang and danced beside the bonfire, and even the rough spirits tasted the sweetness of the fine wine.

The boy held up his wine glass and sat next to the girl.

"We're almost there, are you a little timid about being close to home?"

The girl was pulling the fire with a branch, watching the sparks float into the air and then slowly extinguish.

"That's not my home. Where can I be shy about being close to home?"

The young man smiled and fished out the sylph that had gotten into the wine glass:

"Stop drinking, the wine you drank is already heavier than you are!"

The sylph unconvincedly broke away from the young man's hand, but whether it was drunk or overstretched, it swayed and fell into the girl's arms.

"Pfft."

The girl and the boy both sneered, and at the moment they heard each other's laughter, they looked up at each other.

The girl inexplicably remembered the boy's night, also at the campfire, when the boy defended her, the fire was dancing in his eyes.

"poet."

"Ok?"

The boy tilted his head and looked at the girl patiently - even though the girl rarely called him by his code name.

"When you officially fight against Diehlappian, please ensure your own safety."

"I'll protect you too."

There was no foreshadowing for this sentence, and it came so suddenly that the young man was stunned for a moment.

The boy's laughter came, and he curled up his slender white fingers and flicked the girl's head.

"Thank you, but don't think too much."

"Are you scared?"

The young man looked serious, and the girl could only nodded dully.

"There's nothing to be afraid of." The boy rubbed the girl's head and helped her straighten her hair bit by bit. "Everyone of us should be mentally prepared when making this decision."

"So even if it's the worst ending, it doesn't matter."

"I will die free."

The wind elf in the girl's arms seemed to have heard the words he didn't like, and he pushed hard into the girl's arms twice, attracting their attention.

"Ah, he said that he can't feel the power of your faith."

"Probably, you already have other beliefs."

The young man's tone was very calm and soothing: "Is it the one on the tower?"

The girl shook her head.

"I can't tell."

When it comes to faith, the girl's mother's face flashes in her mind for the first time, and then she shakes her head with a wry smile.

"Maybe I really don't have any faith."

"Oh~" The young man put his hands behind his back, "But if you don't have faith, why do you want to rebel with us?"

Girls learn this way - this position can make people feel extra relaxed, as if the entire chest is opened to enjoy freedom.

"Maybe I'm desperate too?"

The girl lowered her head and glanced at the wind elf:

"In other words, I have seen better gods before."