The billowing flames are still raging, as if they are going to burn the whole world, but the dark clouds in the sky have disappeared first, allowing the blue sky and white clouds to reappear in people's eyes, standing under the golden sun, looking into the distance with joy
Two giants of light standing in the mountains.
"The gods won."
"The village was saved."
"Great!"
People cheered and were elated, not only for the victory of the 'gods', but also because they no longer had to run away, and they didn't have to worry about being displaced, let alone the fear of returning to the village and seeing ruins and chaos.
The flames have begun to dissipate, but the ultra-high temperature they brought cannot be dissipated for a while. The scenes seen through the air are distorted, so that the huge body of the 'god' is shrinking while shaking, and it seems to be walking towards the distance.
Went, disappeared quickly, and never saw them again...
"...The darkness that shrouded the earth dissipated with the fall of the demon god, and the earth regained its light. The giant of light who completed his mission went far away and disappeared into the depths of the mountains." A man with white beard and hair.
An old man, wearing linen clothes and holding a cane in his hand, sat under the tree and quietly told ancient legends.
A group of children wearing straw sandals and wooden shoes sat around him, listening attentively. From time to time, they looked nervous or exclaimed, but mostly they were longing for it, imagining that they had become the light in the story.
He is a giant who saves the village and everyone in times of crisis, thus becoming a great hero and being worshiped by his friends.
As soon as the story was told, a child couldn't wait to ask: "Has the Giant of Light left?"
"Haha!" The old man smiled, shook his head, and said: "The Giant of Light will always be there, watching us silently, but he will only appear when the world is in crisis, so you must be obedient and not be a good boy.
,Talent..."
The old man was talking nonchalantly, but the children's attention was obviously no longer on this. They were chattering about the Giant of Light. This was not the first time they had heard about it. The related legends and stories had been heard since they were children, and they were familiar with it.
But only this old man spoke in the most detail and vividly.
Seeing the children like this, the old man was not angry, but smiled. He looked past the children and looked into the distance. Houses were lined up one after another, roads criss-crossed, fields were dotted, and people were working in the fields and catching fish in the river.
Fish, chop wood on the mountain...
Everyone is busy, for themselves and their children, for the present and the future.
Quiet and ordinary, busy and natural.
"That's great!" The old man sighed from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but look at the overlapping mountains in the distance. The mountains next to each other were more than half shorter than the surrounding mountains. They were the result of the fierce battle that year.
The thick vegetation and the changes of the years have long covered the traces of the past, and what cannot be erased are only the memories in the mind.
Not only did they defeat the Dark God so that everyone can survive, they also taught everyone a lot of knowledge about the future, how to farm and cultivate better crops year after year; they also knew how to store food better, even if the harvest is the worst.
can last longer;
I understand how to keep animals in captivity, and how to refine more metals to make tools, and how to build houses, build bridges, build roads, etc. These "common senses" that take a long time to figure out are what the iron bird has.
Inside the 'computer', there are piles of them. Even just selecting a small part has brought about earth-shaking changes to the village.
Over the past few decades, the application of these 'future' knowledge has made everyone's life better and better, while the size of the village has continued to expand, the population has increased, and even the number of Tigurulu has been recovering from generation to generation.
The old man stood up and walked forward staggeringly, and came to a 'stone monument' nearly two meters high. It looked like a tree branch, with three U-shaped grooves on the upper end, which were painted brightly.
It's red, and there's a diamond-shaped crystal inlaid in the center.
This huge stone was discovered at the scene of a fierce battle. It was moved back to the village and erected in the middle of the village. Although the grooves on it are very simple and not exquisite at all, it took a long time to carve them.
A circle of stones was also laid around it, and it has since become the village's 'altar'. A grand celebration is held around this 'stone' every year, not only to celebrate the harvest, but also to commemorate the arrival of the 'gods'.
But since then, the ‘god’ has never appeared again. I wonder if there is still a chance in this life...
The old man sighed, raised his hand tremblingly, and gently touched the boulder. He looked deeply at the diamond-shaped crystal embedded in the stone. He could vaguely see the light inside, which looked very weak.
But it has never been extinguished.
This was what he left behind before he left. Although the Dark Demon God has been eliminated, there is still a residual dark atmosphere on the earth. I don’t know where there is a Dark Demon Beast, and maybe it will appear when.
"In times of crisis, it should be used."
This is what he said. It's just that after so many years, the dark monsters were scared away by the battle that year or because of the protection of the light of this crystal. They have never appeared in this area again, so there is no need for "people of light".
"In critical moments, activate the light inside to save the world.
On the contrary, over the years, the brightness of this crystal has quietly increased. Obviously, his guess was correct. The light in the pyramid did not dissipate due to the explosion of the stone statue, but spread all over the earth and existed in everyone's eyes.
In my heart.
In this case, Tsubasa's departure was a bit wise. At first, he thought he had made a big mistake and wanted to leave the village sadly and let Tsubasa succeed him as a saint. However, Tsubasa, who was even envious of Tigulu, shook his head and refused.
I think it’s enough to become a Tiguru, but the ‘profession’ of leading the village and everyone like a saint is simply not possible. Besides, Feng, you are very good at what you do, so it is still suitable for you.
After that, he even refused to stay in the 'Holy Land', but chose to return to his original village. He felt that 'Tigulu' should not enjoy the blessings in the Holy Land, but should stick to and develop in dangerous places, just like Guang's parents.
After persuading him to no avail, he had no choice but to hand over the Dark Pheasant Sword that originally sealed the ancient one to Tsubasa. As the person with the strongest 'light', he could exert the greatest power of this sword and use it to protect himself and others.
Then Houyi left and went further away to build a new village.
"Alas!" Feng recalled and sighed deeply. At this moment, a cry came from the distance: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
Listening to this tender childish voice, Feng turned his head and saw a young boy running this way with great agility, and quickly shouted: "Amu Yi, run slower, don't fall."
Shouting, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, but he didn't notice that the crystal in the center of the stone behind him flickered with light, and then fell silent.