Mornings are always full of vitality but with a hint of coldness.
Allen continent is always covered with white snow in winter, and the snow never seems to stop for four consecutive months.
The sky seemed to swallow up the entire small village and poured large amounts of snowflakes into the world.
In a dilapidated house in the village, only some red burning charcoal was left in the extinguished fireplace, emitting traces of white smoke.
An eight-year-old boy climbed up from the bed and rubbed his sleepy eyes. His blond hair and blue eyes made him look like an elf.
He quietly looked out the window at the heavy snowfall.
A gust of cold wind came in through the cracks in the house, making him shiver a little.
"I really hope summer comes soon..." the little boy muttered softly, and then glanced at the mature and beautiful woman beside him who was sleeping soundly, for fear of waking up his mother.
Winter is the season he least wants to experience. Whenever he goes mining in the mountains at this time, he always encounters many difficulties.
The mountain road is rugged and difficult to set foot on, and there may be animal traps set by the villagers hidden in the deep snow.
The little boy once suffered such a disadvantage and had to lie in bed for a whole month before he could barely walk.
Snowflakes fell silently and filled the central square of the village.
The towering statue of the goddess was covered with a thick layer of white snow, which added a bit of sadness to the goddess. The heavy snow tightly wrapped every house.
The snow this night was the biggest and the cruelest in the entire winter.
The little boy put on his clothes and a somewhat dirty fur hat, and opened the door of the house.
Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, and the white mist drifted into the house with the sound of the wind blowing past my ears.
He hurriedly took a step forward and went outside, closing the doors of the house. He didn't want his mother to find that he was cold when she got up.
The little boy picked up a large basket by the door and vigorously shook off the thick layer of white snow on it.
The thin body held up a basket bigger than himself, showing a sense of desolation.
Carrying a basket on his back, he walked along the road to the west of the village toward the mine 20 kilometers away.
Every day, the little boy would go to the nearby mine to mine in the early morning, and then sell the mined ore to the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in exchange for a small income.
The mother will take over some sewing crafts in the village, so that the income of the two of them can barely support the family's living expenses.
And at the moment when the little boy just stepped out of the village.
A cold snowball flew toward his face. The snowball hit his face and instantly turned into a large piece of broken hard snow.
The little boy covered his face, but resisted the pain that penetrated deep into his skin.
"Hahaha! Leos! How is it! Is it fun?" The two boys looked at Leos with mocking faces, holding a snowball even bigger than before. They looked eleven years old.
Two years old, older than Leos.
They laughed loudly and threw the snowballs in their hands towards Leos.
Leos did not hide because he knew that if he hid, these children would throw more snowballs at him, and they were more powerful than Leos.
Leos knew very well that he had no advantage against him.
He wiped the remaining snow on his face, and his young face, which had been hit by the snowball, was already red.
"You bastard! Bah!" The two little boys spat at Leos and looked at him with a proud look on their faces. Then they walked towards the mountain.
But Leos was shouting in his heart. (I am not a wild boy, my father is a great hero!) Because his mother Siyeli told him: "Your father is a great hero who sacrificed his life for the country.
life."
Whenever he saw other children playing with their parents, he could only watch from a distance and use twigs to draw the image of his father in his mind.
And every time Shiyeli saw this scene, her eyes would become wet, and she would stand in the corner and silently watch little Leos.
Leos is not the only one who goes to the mountains to mine every day. There are also many other people's children who rush to get better ore in front of him and sell it to the blacksmith at a good price.
But Leos could only pick up some ores that were of slightly lower quality than them.
Since childhood, Leos has grown up in the contempt of these village children.
Not having a father has become a topic of ridicule for him. He and his mother are originally outsiders, and they don't dare to ask for anything else if they can have a roof over their heads.
Little Leos is also very sensible and strong. Even if he is bullied, he will not tell his mother. He is afraid that her mother will be even more sad if she knows everything.
Leos walked up the mountain along another path, avoiding the two little boys. The encounter caused him to have an instinctive selective reaction.
Soon, what just happened was thrown out of his mind.
Because his mother once told him that when it comes to things that make you sad, you should forget them and leave only happiness.
This year, Leos was eight years old, and he learned to be happy and forgetful.
The snow in the forest is deep, and the trees without leaves lose their cover when the strong wind blows by.
The biting cold wind blew unbridledly on Leos' face as he wandered quickly in the forest.
To get to the mine, you have to go through this forest, and this forest is always full of dangers, so Leos always carries a small dagger with him for self-defense.
He didn't want to use this dangerous thing unless he had to.
Entering the depths of the forest, Leos subconsciously placed his right hand on the small dagger at his waist.
He looked around vigilantly, even his breathing became thin, and pieces of white breath spurted out bit by bit from his mouth. The warm breath disappeared in the air instantly after contacting the cold air.
Vaguely, a faint smell of blood spread into Leos' nose.
He suddenly felt his heartbeat begin to accelerate, and his whole body began to heat up, as if even the cold wind at this moment would not make him feel the slightest chill.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
And right in front of him, a snow wolf slowly emerged from behind the tree, holding in its mouth a wild hamster that had just been torn apart and only half eaten.
Seeing Leos, this guy was salivating as if he were facing a richer meal.
It put down the wild hamster and kept licking its mouth with its bright red tongue. The blood stained the fur around its mouth red.
The white fur and scarlet eyes seemed to make Leos see the god of death waving to him, but his heart was also filled with a little excitement, because that would mean that if he killed the snow wolf.
Then he can eat meat with his mother for several days.
But if he is unfortunately bitten to death by a snow wolf, he can only accept his fate.
After all, in his heart, it seemed that the God of fate had never favored this child.
Leos put down the big bamboo basket on his body, arched his body, and took out the small dagger from his waist.
This was the first time he encountered a snow wolf since he started mining in the mountains. It was a great challenge for him. Usually, if he is lucky, he would encounter some hares or mountain boars.
Sometimes you can even pick up a frozen flamingo to solve your stomach problem for two days.
Leos gently shook the dagger in his hand, and the early morning sunlight reflected a faint light on the dagger.
The texture on it is clearly visible.
This dagger looks very special, not as ordinary as ordinary daggers.
There is a pattern similar to magic patterns on its blade, and it flashes with a faint white light.
This is the first weapon he built himself.
It was also the only thing that the mysterious old man taught him.
In the winter two years ago, he came to the mountains to mine as usual, but he met a tall, burly old man with white hair.
The old man lived in a cave on the mountain. His clothes were ragged, and he looked very hungry.
So he said to Leos: "Boy! If you are willing to give me the frozen falcon in your hand, then I will teach you a craft that will last you a lifetime! And this craft has never been done by anyone.
I’ve seen it exist!”
"What is that?" Little Leos blinked his big eyes and looked at the old man suspiciously.
The old man let out a hearty laugh: "Hahaha! Uh... this! Oops! Anyway, it is a very powerful craft, and..." The old man paused, with a pretended to be mysterious look on his face.
"It will lead you to...the pinnacle throne that only those who master the Holy Sword can reach..." While saying this, a glimmer of light suddenly shone in the eyes of Leos.
He kept looking over his body.
"But what is the Holy Sword? Is it very powerful?"
The old man stroked his four-inch long gray goatee: "Perhaps... you will see its existence one day in the future."
But Leos didn't believe what he said. In Leos' own understanding, the sacred and the peak king seemed to have nothing to do with him. Being able to have a full meal with his mother every day was already the greatest satisfaction, and
No matter how you look at it, this old man seems to be pretending to be mysterious just for the sake of eating.
You know, many so-called divination masters rely on deception to make ends meet.
But it seemed that the old man was very hungry, so Leos reluctantly gave him the falcon in his hand, because he knew what it was like to be hungry.
But the mysterious and burly old man really taught him a special skill and told him: "No one can know that you have learned this skill, not anyone else!"
Therefore, Leos didn't even tell his mother.
And he repeatedly told Leos: "No matter what, don't open the bottom drawer!"
Not long after, the old man suddenly left the cave where he lived and disappeared. In the cave, he left something behind, and it was this thing that allowed Leos to learn this unique skill.
Magic equipment smelting!
The magic equipment furnace left by the mysterious old man can perform magic equipment smelting on items. This is a special refining technique that has never appeared in the entire continent of Aaron.
It can fuse magic items with weapons or armor to create unique equipment.
And based on the items dropped, the equipment smelted will have its own unique additional attributes and skills.
But at the time, Leos didn't know how valuable this skill was, he just regarded it as a fun thing, and he didn't realize what this skill actually meant.
He would build something by himself only every time he needed it, but he never thought about using this craft to make money.
The weapon he is holding tightly in his hand now is the product of fusing an ordinary dagger with the heart of a falcon.
Leos can obtain the skill "Wrath of the Goshawk" through this dagger, which can improve the user's strength and agility attributes.
To fuse a magic outfit, you not only need metals and materials, but also a lot of rare elements, and not everything can be fused together randomly.
The qualities in some items will exclude each other, causing smelting to fail and all items to disappear and be destroyed.
The only thing that can be found on this mountain is ore elements. Surprisingly, the ore elements have very low repellency to other items, and can even be said to have a fusion probability of more than 90%.
Therefore, it also increases the hardness of the dagger.
Leos stared hard at the snow wolf in front of him. If he wasn't careful, he would be bitten to death by it.
Suddenly, the white snow wolf ran towards Leos.
The strong wind blew the fur on its body up, making it look like an angry lion.
Leos held the dagger tightly, and when the snow wolf rushed towards him, he ducked and quickly moved to the side.
After activating the Wrath of the Goshawk, the bonus to strength and agility attributes allowed Leos to move faster than usual.
Just as he was about to stab the snow wolf, the snow wolf suddenly turned around, bent its body and its exaggerated posture, and pounced towards Leos.
Leos had no time to dodge and was pounced on by the snow wolf.
The snow wolf's sharp teeth and bright red tongue swayed in front of Leos.
He forcefully pulled out the dagger underneath him and stabbed the snow wolf in the neck with a speed that was shocking.
A piece of blood spurted out, staining the white snow red.
Leos' body had sunk deeply into the heavy snow.
Snow Wolf instantly lost his strength due to Leos' fierce stabs, collapsed to the ground, and lost his breath not long after.
Leos gasped for air, just a little bit away. If he had been a second later, his neck would have been bitten off by the snow wolf.
Fortunately, the magic weapon smelting dagger gave him great help.
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