The wasteland is a land located in the northern border of Zeon, bordering the Augu King City, Cisse, Shayel, and Moronir. Countless nomadic tribes call this place the "back garden of the old gods", and the wasteland is also a place for nomadic tribes.
The largest gathering place.
There are herds of cattle and sheep, horses galloping wildly, pieces of animal skins covered with salt are drying in the sun, billowing smoke drifts in the wind, and the smell of rice makes children stop playing.
"Shelley! Didn't I tell you to practice seriously? It took three years to become an intermediate magician. If it were me, I would definitely be embarrassed to go out to eat!" The old man's originally kind expression suddenly cooled down due to the appearance of the other party.
"Five minutes, I only give you five minutes. After eating, return to the tent immediately! Don't blame grandpa for being cruel, blame this world for being too cold and ruthless." The old man sighed, and then watched the other party leave in despair.<
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The old man is the patriarch of all the nomadic tribes in the wasteland, and he is proud to serve the old gods. The other party is an orphan he picked up in his early years, but he never thought that the baby would now become the only hope of the nomadic tribes.
"Are you too harsh? Although Shelley is a little naughty, he is a rare magic wizard." Vincent, exile, mixed elf, high-level warrior.
He is the escort of the little girl named "Shelley", or one of the people who brought Shelley to the wasteland of Jean. Gray hair, rapier, dark red sword, if Christine is present,
I think there will definitely be a sense of intimacy.
"I think so too. The cultivation of a magician does not happen overnight. Although the nomadic tribes are kind to us, they cannot do whatever they want." Emmeline, mixed-blood elf, high-level magician.
Like Vincent, she is Shelley's personal bodyguard, but her face that should have captivated the country is now covered by a black veil.
It was the day after the black rainy night. As the Elf Queen waved her scepter, an originally happy family was destroyed. Countless servants died tragically. The husband and wife tried their best, but they could only win half of the money for their only daughter.
A quarter of an hour to escape.
"Leave the Shimmering Forest, may the gods be with you." This was the last word the two heard, and it was also the last order they received.
The blood dyed the Shuguang Mountains red, and eventually spread slowly to the East Lujiao Bay along the currents of the Stone Sea. The family only had an infant baby left. From that day on, Vincent scratched off the Sanjianya clan emblem.
, Emmeline also wore a black veil.
All the way north, the two never left the Shimmering Forest, nor did they have any interaction with humans. The sky was a soft blanket, and the breath of the grassland guided the direction. Deer milk made the baby fall asleep, and the so-called "nomadic tribe" accepted it.
The identities of the three mixed-blood elves were revealed.
From that day on, the baby was carefully taken care of by a human woman. Vincent relied on the powerful strength of a high-level warrior to bring back beast corpses from the depths of the grassland every day. As for Emmeline, a high-level magician, he began to teach
Human children read and write.
Shelley, a mixed-blood elf born in the Shimmering Forest, is the sole heir of an ancient family. Time flies by, and the baby who was originally a whispering baby has now grown into a lively and active little girl.
But what was supposed to be a peaceful life gradually changed due to greed and hatred. The chief of the nomadic tribe, at some point, recognized Shelley as the incarnation of the old god.
Shelley, who should have been enjoying her childhood, has become increasingly depressed, until now she spends all day practicing magic in a tent. Shelley is indeed a magic genius. At less than ten years old, she has now become an intermediate magician. In addition,
With the blessing of the "Eye of Redemption (magical weapon)", the day when he will advance to the peak of power is just around the corner.
However, Vincent and Emmeline are becoming more and more resistant to this arrangement. They don't care about the "old gods" in each other's words. They only want the only successor of the family head to live freely.
"It seems we should leave. Although the other party is kind to us, this kind of life is not suitable for the young master." Vincent sighed and said softly.
"Then let's leave the Principality of Jean on the next black rainy night, but before that, we have to plan everything first." Emmeline was not surprised at all when she heard this. She was seen silently looking to the east, which is the land of shadows.
direction.
However, just as the two were planning their future, the little girl who returned to the leather tent had just finished her lunch. She washed the plate obediently, then held the Eye of Salvation in both hands and silently began to practice.
The emerald green fluorescence flickers in and out, the long gray hair moves automatically without wind, and a powerful wave of magic power hovers in the leather tent.
There is no need for anyone's guidance, let alone any magic spells. Because those things seem to be engraved in Shelly's heart, and she can get them at her fingertips as long as she wants.
Therefore, the only thing Shelley needs to do now is to quickly condense the magic power in his body. It is only a matter of time before he becomes a high-level magician, and his advancement into a strong one will definitely be achieved in many years.
However, between her eyebrows at this moment, there is no trace of the pride and joy of a strong person, but an expression full of pain and boredom.
After all, Shelley is a little girl under ten years old. No matter how outstanding her talent is, she can't compare to the bamboo dragonflies in the hands of her playmates or the rabbit legs being roasted by her uncles and aunts.
However, she can only stay in the leather tent, because only in this way, Vincent and Emmeline will not worry. Shelley is a very smart little girl, she has already known her identity as a mixed elf, and she understands this identity better
The meaning behind it.
"What a little princess on the prairie, Shelley is so pitiful. He gets up early and goes to bed late every day."
"Uncle Vincent and Aunt Emmeline are both bad guys, and the patriarch is a cold-blooded animal!"
"Shelley really wants to go out and play. I can let bamboo dragonflies fly high in the sky, help everyone light fires, and even wash their own clothes."
"Eye of Redemption, you can fulfill any wish of Shelley. Now I am ordering you to wait until Shelley leaves the wasteland and go to a place where no one will bully Shelley."
If Boom had been present, his jaw would have dropped. Because this little girl named Shelley was practicing and complaining to herself at the same time.
Although magicians each have their own way of practicing, I have never heard of anyone who can do two things at once, or be so absent-minded.
The setting sun dyed the entire wasteland red. After a whole day of practice, Shelley was finally able to run freely on the grassland with his playmates.
The patriarch nodded happily, while Vincent and Emmeline watched indifferently. On a hand-drawn map, the Shadow Land was marked with a red circle. This is the final destination of the three masters and servants, and it is the only continuation of the family bloodline.
Land.
"You are so awesome, can you make my bamboo dragonfly fly into the clouds?" The playmate looked at Shelley with envy and asked with expectation.
"Of course it's no problem. Shelley is an intermediate magician, very powerful." Shelley laughed when he heard this, and saw a burst of green light burst out from the Eye of Salvation, and the bamboo dragonfly in the opponent's hand shot into the sky. But she didn't know that this leisurely life was about to end in a few months. Yearning for freedom requires courage, and it also requires paying for many things that are difficult to let go.