Chapter 82: Can the white whale soar into the sky?
The sky is dark and chaotic. Under the rolling clouds, a huge monster is approaching with a roar. Its hard and sharp feet are rolling over all the fragile earth and rocks on the earth, swallowing up all the dust visible to the naked eye. Behind the light knight can be vaguely seen.
Spewing blue flames, it surrounded the four sides of the monster and launched an attack. The sound of dense artillery fire came from the smoke and dust. Thick beams of light cut through the haze, bombarding the ugly rock-like surface, knocking down countless pieces of rubble and debris.
But he couldn't make the monster stop and give up the pursuit.
Looking at this scene through a simple homemade telescope at the security post in Ronin Rift Valley, Arthur David couldn't help but feel despair. He numbly put down the telescope in his hand, but the shadow of the huge lake was still blurry in his eyes.
The ground flashes, proving that its oppressive feeling is actually enough to penetrate the limitations of space and fall directly on everyone's heart.
The rest of the Rift Valley Security Patrol Team have long since run away. He is the only one who is still here, but it is not out of any noble feelings, but for very practical reasons. First of all, Professor David is still staying at the old windmill.
He has not come out of the village ruins. That man is the only guarantee that his life can get back on track. He will not allow himself to give up; secondly...even if he wants to escape, he doesn't know where to escape.
Can human beings really escape from the hunting range of that terrifying monster? Arthur David is very skeptical about this, but he also understands the actions of other team members and knows that they are not being rationalized but being manipulated by a group of people.
Only those who choose to escape are driven by an emotion called fear. In any critical moment, fear has a firmer and deeper power than reason, and can dominate all people's thoughts and actions.
Although sometimes, reason overcomes fear, it will not bring any changes to things.
Just like myself, can’t I just stay here and wait to die?
Arthur David smiled bitterly, suddenly feeling nostalgic for his life at Nimschel University. At that time, he thought it was ordinary, but now it is doubly precious. Unfortunately, a sudden family accident changed his life from now on.
We have taken another path, and there seems to be no possibility of getting back on track.
This is the case with many things. If you don't know how to cherish it at the time, you will regret it later. But whenever people understand this truth, they are already regretting it - or on the contrary, it is precisely because they regret that they understand it deeply.
Understand this truth?
A sudden shaking disrupted his thoughts. The ground under his feet was shaking violently as if it was about to be torn apart. The rocky terrain that had become fragile due to the tearing of the rift many years ago was groaning. The dead branches and leaves of the trees were shaking.
Shivering in the cold wind.
Here we go again.
Arthur David shook his head helplessly, no longer feeling any panic or fear about this. Perhaps the movement from the ground at the beginning would be like a countdown to life, and even the human heart would tremble together, gradually tearing apart the cracks.
But when you really accept the arrangement of fate, you will feel that it is just a small thing. Such things happen every day in life and are not worth making a fuss about.
In other words, he has become numb.
But as time went by, in less than half a minute, the shaking of the ground became more and more violent, as if it was about to tear out a bigger gap in the entire rift valley. In what Arthur David said
In the scene that can be seen, everything seems to be shaking: the dead trees that have withered and bleak in winter are shaking, the iron railings surrounding the ruins of the old windmill village are shaking, and the sentry behind him is also shaking and raising his head.
If you look at it, you will see that the wooden windmill on the roof slowly rotates as if being blown by some invisible air current, making a low rumbling sound.
Arthur David was suddenly stunned when he saw this scene. He remembered that when the house was just built, other members of the security patrol insisted on adding it because it was the custom of the city of Avion and they were locals.
Naturally, people are no exception. He didn't care about such a trivial request, and agreed casually, with some disdain in his heart, thinking that such a custom was actually meaningless, and what happened later proved that his idea was
Correct, because that windmill has never moved. The howling wind in the Ronin Rift Valley is fierce all year round, but it never vents its anger to the city just a few feet away, causing all the windmills in this land to be lost.
Without meaning, I bow my head in silence all day long, missing a memory of the past.
Now, those windmills are turning again.
The shaking that Arthur David could feel became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the rotating wings in his ears became clearer and clearer. It was definitely more than the sound that a windmill could make. He seemed to have a premonition
What, I ran out of the shadow of the house in a few steps, stood on the winding gravel road, looked through the rusted iron railings in the direction of the old windmill village ruins, my eyes suddenly opened wide, as if I saw a
Incredible miracle.
All the windmills are turning.
Decayed, rotten, worn... Those windmills that can still vaguely see their past appearance are placed on the top floors of the dilapidated towers, like white giants standing up from the ruins on the ground.
It rotates slowly at all times driven by the wind. Those old bearings and wings make a creaking groan when they operate, making people worried whether they will break and collapse in the next moment, and become a member of the dust of the past.
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But such a thing did not happen. As the air flow exhaled from the rift became stronger and stronger, their rotation speed gradually became faster, and in the end they even stretched out the afterimage of Chumo Lake. A series of surging air flow drilled into them.
Passing the ruins between the windmill and the tower house, the withered summer cherry trees on the ruins are swaying, which reminds people of the era when they were in full bloom.
The wisteria leaves, bell flowers and tendrils wrapped around the ancient wings and supports, due to the strong centrifugal force, have separated from the "soil" where they originally grew, and with some sincere blessings placed on them, they moved toward
The distant sky flies away. Their figures turning lightly under the dark sky are like depicting the trajectory of the wind passing by. They will be engraved in the eyes of a young man in his life, even though he has never been an Asian.
The Weong people never believed in any legends about wind, but they lost their minds looking at the windmills spinning all over the ground.
Suddenly, there was a splashing sound in the rift valley, like a huge thing rising from the sea, the sound of water pouring down from the edge of its body and falling into the sea. Arthur David subconsciously looked up, but
I saw a huge shadow gradually rising from the bottom of the rift valley, leaping over the sounds of the storm that I had been tired of hearing for more than ten years, and appeared in my eyes.
His stunned expression may be comparable to the villagers in the old Avignon village who saw the mountains blown away in front of them. They unconsciously murmured: "...Whale, fish?"
What jumped up from the rift valley and was flying into the sky was a whale made of soil, sand and gravel, mountains and mudstone. Its head touched the steep cliffs on both sides, and its huge tail fin was in the rift valley.
The extreme end showed traces, gently beating the storm, disturbing the roaring wild mist. Its crest was wider than the field, with lush seven-color primroses and tall and prosperous trees growing on it, and it could even penetrate the gaps between the branches and leaves.
I saw the shadow of a tall white windmill; the two fin-like forelimbs looked different. The surface was covered with thick rocks, and the edges were floating with transparent colorless crystals. They looked very heavy, but seemed to have no weight.
It swayed gently with the howling wind in the rift valley, holding up the huge and heavy body, soaring in the sky easily and comfortably.
A stern shadow emerged from the ancient sea, flapped its wings, oscillated the air currents, stirred up fierce cold winds, and flew towards the distant horizon under Arthur Davy's stunned gaze.
It was very fast, but due to its size, it was more like a heavy dark cloud slowly passing over the head, so shocking.
The young sheriff could see the seven-colored petals and transparent crystals attached to the wings of the giant whale, the roots and slightly trembling branches and leaves growing among the rugged island-like gaps at its bottom, and he could even clearly see someone.
Standing on the back of the giant whale, he stared calmly at the dark sky in the distance. When the whale in the sky passed by the mortals on the ground, the young man in front of the white windmill seemed to be aware of it and lowered his head to glance at him.
, but quickly withdrew his gaze, and then his back, together with the giant rock whale, disappeared from the end of Arthur David's sight along with the faint fragrance of primrose flowers.
The giant whale flew over the Ronin Rift Valley, over the ruins of the old windmill village, over the city suburbs, over the watchtowers and the windmills in Sandam...it flew over every ancient ruin with a name, visible to the naked eye.
The violent air flow docilely crawled under its wings, casting huge shadows along the way, even covering the entire city block. When people heard the noise and looked up, they were shocked to find a huge rock whale flying over the majestic shore.
The sky above the city of Avion flew over their heads, flying towards the end of the disaster further away. They opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths in disbelief. But the children cheered, forgetting their fear for a moment, and were so excited for this kind of disaster.
I am excited about the beautiful yet powerful life I have only seen in storybooks.
"Look, it's a whale!"
"Can whales also fly in the sky?"
"Look, there is someone on the head of the whale!"
"Really, it's a human! Someone flew away on a whale!"
The children who were originally cheering and excited also opened their eyes and mouths wide, but they were not dull, but fell into a deep envy and yearning.
For children of this age, being able to ride a huge whale and fly freely under everyone's gaze is probably the most majestic thing in the world, right?
The heavy tail fin of the whale swept across the city park where the windmill stood. The flowers that were still exuding fragrance bent their backs. A few petals were gently picked off, and the fragrance seemed to stick to the thick soil and rocks. It was carried by the pair of heavy wings.
The rising wind swept across the streets and alleys, and the withered yellow leaves of autumn chestnuts blew off the branches, like nimble butterflies, following the footsteps of the wind, chasing the whale, and drawing a bright line on the ground.
The trajectory is like guiding someone in the direction of return. The clear river water creates circles of ripples, the ancient stone road trembles slightly, and on the hillside of barren rocks and weeds, the sheep raise their hooves and tap lightly on the hard stones.
, making a clear and sweet sound. When I raised my head, my simple and small soul recalled the time when the girl smiled at them on the field ridge.
In the ruins of New Windmill Village, the old man with gray hair on his temples heard the sound of the roaring whale passing by. He walked tremblingly to the square of the village, looked up, and looked across the area spanning seven
In the sky of centuries and two eras, I saw a white-haired girl riding on the back of a giant whale. When she looked at the land and its people, her eyes were sad, hesitant, nostalgic and full of tender memories.
His already vague memories suddenly started to go back. In an instant, he recalled it and murmured: "The wind is blowing again..."
The tone is emotional.
The streets and alleys of Avion are still surrounded by lush summer cherry trees and dense ivy trees, shrouded in a warm atmosphere. The ancient streets are covered with time, but they are clearly no different from the past. Holding a basket of harvest
The pure and warm smile on the girl's face seems to be living in that beautiful story.
When the whale flew over the statue of the maiden in the countryside of Avion, it deliberately slowed down, and the wind blew from strong to slow, blowing slightly, and the bright primrose flowers in the basket began to sway, but they were not blown away.
It broke and blew away. A majestic shadow shrouded the girl on the ground. She seemed to notice something. She raised her head slightly and saw a white-haired girl with the same face as herself standing in front of a windmill tower room, looking at her quietly.
, didn’t say a word, just pursed his lips and nodded to her.
At that moment, the leaves of all the summer cherry trees on the street were blown up, all the ivy trees in the park found their way to memory, all the flowers that had withered in the wilderness bloomed, and all the flowers in the city that had once withered after the fierce wind disaster in the 17th century
All the windmills, which were completely depressed, began to rotate, and together they made the sound of longing... Such a beautiful and stunning sight was something that the residents of this small wilderness town had only seen in their lives, and perhaps they would never see it again.
They were still standing where they were, while the giant whale and the girl on its back had already flown away.