I touched Mewati's eyebrows with my fingers, and everything he went through was replayed before my eyes.

"So you are the guardian of the wind element?"

The prophecy of the Hobbits was indeed true. If they had not found me in the shelter, now I would not be able to enter the Rurda people's undersea base and find the guardian of the wind!

As soon as she chased her eyes, Mewati’s memories began to scroll——

As the scene unfolds, Mewati lived with her family on this island as a child. He seems to have no memory of his parents. He only has a grandfather and some other relatives. They usually catch fish and sometimes do some small businesses.

Although life cannot be said to be rich and wealthy, it is still enjoyable and enjoyable. I look forward to the fact that every winter, there will be more tourists on the island, which will increase more income. The days are ordinary and you can see them all at a glance.

It can't even be related to the word "guardian" at all.

The wars, financial crises, and diseases in other parts of the world seem to have forgotten this small island. For them, the only difference is the number of tourists. The tranquility is not suddenly broken.

At first, some people who landed on the island claimed to have obtained development rights and were ready to invest in building a holiday paradise here. So batches of materials were transported to the island, and all kinds of people also landed on the island. Mewa, as an original resident,

Ti and her family have lost their freedom to come and go on this small island where their ancestors have lived for generations. This is just the beginning.

After that, they built hotels, restaurants, and post offices on the island, and built buildings that far exceeded the capacity of the island. Mewati and her family had to live on the edge of the island, and some original islanders were absorbed into the staff.

, more islanders can only survive in the cracks.

"Why don't you leave this island?" Mewati in the picture raised her head and asked her grandfather. He was an old man in his 60s, but he looked full of energy.

"That's because we have the mission to protect this island." The old man said.

"The island is no longer ours..."

"They don't know what the island's true mysterious power is, but we do."

After the old man finished speaking, he touched Mewati's head kindly. That night, Mewati witnessed the power of wind for the first time.

In the dark night, piles of bonfires on the beach were lighting up sparks. Mewati's grandfather sat in front of the bonfire, twisting a small leaf in his hand. At first, the leaf did not move. Then a gust of wind blew and the leaf was rolled up.

Entering the air, it floated upwards following the sparks.

"Where is the wind?" the old man asked.

In the memory, Mewati stared blankly at the leaves in the sky, but couldn't answer. But the wind became stronger, stirring the hair on his eyebrows, making the bonfire burn even more fiercely.

Thick dark clouds hung low on the calm sea, "Grandpa! Let's go! The storm is coming!"

"Mewati, you are almost ten years old now, have you ever really seen a storm?" the old man stopped him.

"But... you told me to stay home when the storm comes. It's very dangerous outside." Mewati looked confused.

"That's because I'm afraid you'll ruin the ceremony, but now that I'm old, it's your turn to take on this task!"

When using Chasing Eye, I could feel the inexplicable excitement in Mevati's heart at that time!

The leaves fell from the sky to the sand again.

"Mewati, watch out! Study hard! With my body, your grandfather and I, I'm afraid I can only do this for the last time!"

The old man was so excited that his eyebrows and beard trembled. He straightened his back, opened his hands, and looked up to the sky, as if he was waiting for a baptism.

There were lightning and thunder on the sea level in the distance, indicating the coming of a violent storm, and the old man, like a seabird in the thunder and lightning, fearlessly opened his arms and stood up from the ground with the thick black clouds above his head.

"Grandpa, what do you want me to learn?"

Mewati asked. The old man did not speak, but his body began to move, "You have to feel the wind and let the wind carry you." Then the old man began to do some movements that were like Tai Chi and dance, "It's not me.

It's moving, it's the wind that's carrying me."

Mewati imitated her grandfather's movements with some understanding. At first it was just a mechanical dance, but later, he felt the wind passing through his fingertips.

"When you become one with the wind, you can move with the wind!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, a gust of wind swept in from the direction of the sea level! The old man stepped on his heels and turned sideways towards the invisible force.

Then he moved the sword around his wrist, and the rushing wind followed the old man's wrist and turned its direction back to the depths of the sea.

Then came the second, third, and countless gusts of wind attacking the island from all directions... If it were a tree or a piece of cloth, it would have been torn apart by such strong winds.

But the old man danced leisurely in the strong wind, and all the wind that went towards him became sensible after passing through his body, and continued to surge towards the place he was pointing!

"Do you know why storms never land on this island even though you have grown so big?"

Mewati nodded in understanding. Could it be that all this has something to do with her family? When those storms were about to land on the island, they all changed direction just like tonight!

The river of memory continues to meander, and the child becomes a young man in a blink of an eye. He has always stuck to the island, and every night before the storm hits, he follows his grandfather's example and carries the angry Feng Shuji far away.

..

But who will relieve his hatred?

The Rurda people, who were wearing human skins, also detected this island for some reason, but it was Mewati and they had no idea that the power they were resisting did not come from the earth at all.

They took the island as a research base and dismissed the local residents. Mewati's grandfather led the islanders to argue, but was trampled to death during the riot...

Chasing Eyes reminded Mewati of that sad past again, and tears fell down her cheeks...

"Grandpa said that when there is no way to go, God will come and give us guidance..."

"Have all the descendants of the Guardians been captured and taken into this undersea military base?"

"No, some people took our wind stone to the north a few days before the protest just to be on the safe side. I suspect that the reason they really want to invade our island is because of this wind stone!"

"Wind Stone?" I was a little confused. I had never heard the Hobbits mention any treasures they had. Is it unique to the Guardian of Wind? Or did the Hobbits have a secret for me? This is only

I can't find out until I get out.

"How do you feel now?"

"Much better...just..."

"Just what? Come with me now! Make plans after leaving here!" I planned to repeat my old trick and take Mewati out along the way I came!

"I can't leave now..."
Chapter completed!