Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The memory of the knight begins in a wasteland. A ten-year-old boy is covered in blood and bruises. He does not remember where he came from, nor where he is going. His bare feet are stepping on the jagged protruding stones. , the sun scorched these stones until they were hot, adding a piece of scorched black on top of the blood red.

The merchant who passed through this wasteland took him away. He was a man so complicated that he couldn't understand. He raised the young knight as his nephew, but he would do things to the knight in the middle of the night that a father should not do to his child. What he does, he likes to let the young knight lie on his knees, while stroking the golden hair that is as bright as the morning sun, while reminiscing about the thousands of mountains and rivers he has traveled.

So the knight knew that the southern part of the mainland is like spring all the year round, and the princess there is as beautiful as a blooming rose flower. She likes cute dolls and luxurious dresses and jewelry, and is the dream lover of young people in the whole mainland; In the people's land of ice, their prince was just born. It was a lion cub whose fur shone brighter than gold, and was praised by the priests as the son of the sun; assassins from the far east and necromancers from the west were the most powerful Terrible shadows, in company with death, so elusive that no one can catch them.

Every winter, there will be violent storms, thunder and lightning in the westernmost sea of ​​the mainland, and the deepest sea water will be rolled back into the sky, as if an insurmountable water curtain rises out of thin air, as if it has reached the end of the world, even if Hundreds of miles away, the waves and thunder echoing endlessly like howling hell can be heard here. It is said that this is the roar of monsters in the deep sea.

Yes, monsters, thousands of years ago, in the era of the divine calendar that was not the era of light, this continent was not only dominated by humans, the orcs occupied the vast land, and elves could be seen in the woods The slender figure, the giant dragon in the sky soars freely. At that time, there were no legends of monsters on the seashore, only the kind and gentle sea goblins. Their tears would condense into gems that are more moist and flawless than pearls. They could spin the wind into water. Generally silky cloth, fishermen and sailors often sail with them, and cast fishing nets in their melodious singing, no matter how far you go, you don't have to worry about getting lost.

But no one knows what happened. One day, the orcs retreated into the wilderness of the extreme north. The elves were no longer seen in the woods, and there was no trace of the dragon flying in the sky. It was empty, and those beautiful creatures with fishtails were like foam in the water, and there was no news.

Human beings have become the masters of this continent.

Whenever the merchant talked about it, he always gave that haughty, smug smile that made the knight feel pain from the wound on his back—a whole piece of his back had been cut off. Flesh and flesh, when the businessman rescued him, he could even see the white bones in the flesh and blood.

In the eighth year after being rescued by the merchant, the merchant died. In this chaotic world, it is nothing new for a helpless businessman to be killed by robbers. The "relatives and friends" were divided up, and the young knight was kicked out of the mansion where he had lived for eight years. He was penniless and had a reputation as a pamper, and was kicked out of the mansion.

He never paid attention to how badly others scolded him, maybe some part of him was broken from the very beginning, otherwise, why would he stare at the person he killed without any fluctuation, as if he just crushed a person to death? Just annoying ants.

The man who was trying to block him in an alley for something inappropriate was a knight who took the scrawny horse and put on ill-fitting armor with a rusty sword no one suspected Was he really a knight or not, eight years was enough time to turn a thin boy into a strong man.

So the knight became a real knight, left the bustling city, and wandered around.

He used to have many companions, archers, cavalry, and shield soldiers. They cooperated seamlessly and trusted each other, and completed many missions that were considered impossible. Become rootless duckweed.

He has been to the devil's castle, the terrible king, the wicked queen, and their poor little niece crying all day long, but in the end he saved the wronged knight and himself.

He once passed through a city where black wizards were rampant, and stayed in the house of a landlord who was more terrifying than dark wizards, and almost became a crystal clear and beautiful medicine in those exquisite medicine bottles.

He once passed through the deserted castle, where the dying king used sugar water to make wine to decorate his only decency, while the young prince was dazzled by hatred, and covered his father's road to heaven with blood.

He had lost his way in the endless wasteland, seen the darkness hidden in a small city, the killer's broken and weeping expression touched somewhere in his heart, but what was released from Pandora's Box was not goodwill but filth.

The knight accepted the employment of the wealthy businessman in the small town and came to the capital, the prosperous and beautiful capital, everything here is so glamorous, as if the whole country is so rich and beautiful, there are no orphans crying hungry, no weak Crying for help, the rich businessman introduced him to the bishop of the church, and he saw a familiar color in the eyes of that seemingly pious and ascetic man.

Same color as all those people who blocked themselves trying to do something bad.

But the knight did not refuse the bishop's favor. He has gradually learned how to play with human minds. At the height of a finger, he is the chief knight and head of the Holy See Knights. The Pope personally gave him armor and swords, and even the king saluted him. He is the dream and desire of all teenagers on the continent, and also the dream of almost all women. lover.

If there were no accidents, maybe he would have ended his life just like this, but the most indispensable thing in this world is accidents, so one day, the chief knight of the Holy See took away the secret treasure of the Holy See, and killed each of them one by one. In the royal capital, no one can stop you all the way west.

The knight stole what he had to steal. It was something that he knew must belong to him the first time he saw him. It made his blood boil wildly. The wound on his back that had grown for many years ached again. , his fragile skin was cracked, and he had already been seriously injured by himself before being injured by the chasing soldiers, but he still couldn't stop, this time he needed a long time to recuperate, the only one in this continent where the Holy See is everywhere The only safe place is the West, which is controlled by the monsters in the sea.

This is an era of turmoil. He heard that the beautiful rose princess in the south had a wrong heart, not only lost her own country but also lost her only daughter, and became crazy and unreasonable; he heard that the orc prince in the far north had a temperament Impermanence, who was expelled from the group by the priests in the name of demons, he was able to hire a skilled oriental assassin to escort him with almost no effort. necromancer.

The wasteland where he was born is now full of thorns called dragon's blood, twisting all those who dare to step into this wasteland into a pool of rotten flesh.

There he saw a woman in tattered dress, hugging a doll and humming a lullaby, still as beautiful as a young girl, the necromancer took her away and took good care of her, and taught her how to use the puppet technique.

One day the assassin went out to earn extra money and brought back a dying lion for extra food. Its fur was golden and its eyes were like fire. It turned into a human in the middle of the night. soul.

Then, they arrived in the west. It was still late autumn, and the thunder and lightning had not blown. It is covered with golden scales that are very similar to his hair color, and the fracture is as bright red as if it had just been cut off. From it, you can see the blood vessels constricting and agitating and the golden blood inside, just holding it in your hand feels like the wings are falling down. It will fly up in a second, setting off an endless gust of wind.

These are the knight's wings. His bloody back fit perfectly with that piece of skin. The wings flapped cheerfully as if they were coming home. Gradually turning into golden vertical pupils, golden scales emerged from the smooth skin, reddish golden scales deeper than the wings, melting the cracks between the skin bit by bit, the broken bones reconnected, the torn blood vessels healed, The flapping of the wings set off a strong wind, and the knight endured the pain that seemed to tear him apart, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in the air.

He is a dragon, a golden dragon that has disappeared from the world for countless years. Shortly after hatching from the dragon egg, his wings were cut off and his blood was drained. Human form walks the world.

His body swelled hundreds of times, the memories caused by the sealing of his ancestors echoed in his mind, his wings flapped vigorously, and strange but familiar power flowed through every blood vessel.

He heard the whistling of the wind, the loud thunder, and the crackling of the bean-sized raindrops. He lowered his eyes and saw huge waves with a height of dozens of floors in the sea. .

"I don't remember ever allowing a giant dragon to enter here." The siren's voice was clear and graceful, yet extremely arrogant.

Knight, no, the dragon showed a smiley expression, "Please forgive my impoliteness, may I know your name?"

He heard the siren utter a complex syllable, a sound that only the siren's oral structure can make.

In Siren's language, the meaning of this syllable is——

The furious and never-ending roar of the West Wind.

"Nice to meet you," said the dragon. "I wonder if I may introduce you to my companions."

The rebellious chief paladin of the Holy See, the crazy puppet master, the yin and yang necromancer, the mysterious assassin, and the orc prince with two souls.

Then, an arrogant sea monster was added.

A new journey begins.