The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Sometimes heroes are far away from ordinary people's lives, but war will bring them closer.

In troubled times, heroes rise together, swallowing mountains and rivers, knocking down stars, like natural disasters and hurricanes, shattering the order that ordinary people rely on for survival, and throwing them into a chaotic future.

In a world like the Junction where power is respected, ordinary people entering the battlefield are just a fleeting firework. Thousands of lives were poured into the battlefield, and in the blink of an eye, they were all dead, just like beans entering a mill, and they were all turned into powdered plasma.

Without strength, it would be impossible to even leave a name in history, and there would be no one to mourn him after his death. The magnificent chapters of history are recorded by all living beings, but the bright names on them have nothing to do with ordinary people.

The weak naturally rely on the strong, otherwise it will be difficult to survive. However, if they rely on the strong, they will be treated as cannon fodder. This is a stinging fact.

Latarn is a special one among the kings. He is equally ambitious. He was the rebel who besieged the royal city in the Broken War. He was also the butcher who went on an expedition to Galid and destroyed the Kingdom of Oh. He carries the mission given by Radagon and is a lackey of the Golden Law. All of these are the identities he has played in history, and they are completely consistent with the heroic posture.

What's really special about General Shatterstar is that he's nostalgic.

When Latan was young, he rode a skinny horse. When he grew up, his body was as strong as a house. The skinny horse could no longer carry him and would collapse under Latan's weight. But Latarn did not give up his beloved horse. Instead, he went to Magic Town to practice gravity magic so that he could float and let the thin horse continue to carry him.

Those who have seen Latarn on the battlefield will be shocked at first to see a man who is stronger than a brown bear and has a physique comparable to a troll, riding on a skinny old horse, like a muscular man Pedal toy bikes are just as funny.

But the thin horse never abandoned Latarn, and Latarn did not abandon him. Even though he lost his mind and was in a daze, eating corpses on the battlefield to feed himself, General Shatterstar never harmed his horse. They are partners, just like everyone in the Red Lion Army has never been Latarn's slave or retinue, but his comrade-in-arms and partner.

Nostalgia seems to be the privilege of the weak, because the strong are always making progress, always energetic and ambitious. The weak have nothing and can only keep recalling, savoring the past, and immersing themselves in old fantasies to prevent themselves from mental breakdown in this terrifying world.

In the border area, a strong person does not need to create a nostalgic persona to win people's hearts, so the temperament shown by Latan is his sincerity.

Because of nostalgia, Latarn has the most special human touch among the kings.

He worshiped the First King Godfrey, named his legion after a lion, and was troubled by the fact that his red hair resembled that of the volcano giant. He was once a naive, aggressive, impulsive and passionate boy.

The last face of this most nostalgic demigod left to the world was an irrational beast. The warriors and players who participated in the festival could only look for Latarn's past appearance in their memories.

"Look, there he is! Oh my god, it's a giant rune bear."

"is it him?"

"That's right, that's General Ratan."

A group of people stood on the top of the hill, looking at General Broken Star under the stars and moon. A huge black shadow was bathed in silver light. On the lonely battlefield, apart from the crying wind, there were only him and the thin horse on his crotch.

The red hair under the general's robe swayed like a lion's mane, and also like a flag.

The horizontal banner suddenly rolled up, because Latarn turned his head.

"He saw us!"

"How could it be?! How could he see it from such a long distance?"

"Idiot, General Broken Star's eyesight can clearly see an ant hundreds of miles away!"

Latan, who had lost his mind, was still proficient in bow and horse. His martial arts seemed to be engraved in the bone marrow and did not require the involvement of the brain. Although he lost the deep thought of winning thousands of miles and became dull, he also became more explosive and terrifying.

Latarn took off the giant bow from his back and attached it to a spear. When he drew the bow string, the magic power gathered on the arrow, forming a dark purple gravity vortex, and finally gathered a little, giving the arrow terrifying kinetic energy.

This arrow is dangerous!

The hearts of the festival warriors half a mile apart were beating wildly. Latarn's arrow was like the sword of Damocles, bringing the shadow of death to everyone.

Without saying a word, they scattered and moved sideways, trying to avoid this fatal arrow.

There were only two people standing there without moving.

Linde and Marlenia.

Even Millicent retreated, hoping that she could deflect the arrow instead of just standing next to Lind.

In stormy weather, you will be struck by lightning if you stand under the tree. Similarly, on this battlefield, standing next to the person who poses the greatest threat to Latan may also lead to disaster.

Whoosh!

The arrow shot out and turned into a purple laser, faster than the sound, and flew in front of Marlenia in less than a blink of an eye.

She raised her prosthetic knife and blocked it with the narrow blade.

boom--

Marlenia's feet were dug into the sand, and the arrow pushed her backwards, plowing deep marks.

When the momentum of the arrow was exhausted and it fell to the ground, everyone could clearly see that it was a crude spear.

Latarn continued to draw the bow. He could keep shooting like this until he ran out of arrows. It was unreasonable to kill him from a distance.

"charge!"

"charge!!"

"charge!!!"

The festival warriors howled wildly and marched towards Latarn. At this moment, just like a replay of the war that year, Marlenia was surrounded by warriors who were charging into the battle, but Latarn was alone.

Linde stood on the cold sand dunes under the moon. He did not join the battle. Sometimes it is not good to become too strong. Being invincible is also lonely, so he could only stand far away and watch the show.

From Linde's perspective, the soldiers rushing down the dunes looked like ants.

Latan let out a howl of joy and frenzy, killing the warriors one by one. When they came forward, General Broken Star pulled out a pair of ten-meter-long swords and slashed them like stuffing, making those who were invincible. With one stab, those who didn't dodge are basically like mosquitoes that have been slapped, turning into a puddle of flesh.

Linde looked around the battlefield. He was an outsider, not only an outsider in the present, but also an outsider in history.

God's eyes penetrate through time. He can see everything that happened on this battlefield. He can see the countless heroic souls under the yellow sand. They were once young people and children. They once went to the battlefield in high spirits and before they died in battle. Recall the flashback of life in a moment.

The Book of Mora is automatically in his palm without wind, constantly recording the historical fragments that Linde saw, forming a copy for future players to visit.

His eyes went back in time. If history can be compared to a river, then there is a section of the river covered with golden shadows. That was the golden tree era, and the time and space under the canopy were distorted by laws.

When Linde's fugue wandered, he needed to be quite cautious in order to enter this historical period calmly.

But when he was browsing the soul of the world here, the crown of the golden tree cast a distant gaze and locked Linde.

Linde's divine body felt a slight needle prick. He looked up, passed through the sky, and saw clearly the chaotic existence hovering outside the border world.

It was a huge hand.

Supreme Will found him, and expressed dissatisfaction with the thief who stole the Golden Law.

Linde smiled slightly, waved to him, and greeted him silently.