Ibel, a witch who was born at the beginning of the Third Age. After the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty, the world entered an era of hundreds of countries, and Ibel was born in a small country.
When she was young, she was just an ordinary girl who lived with her father in a small town. As an adult, she was spotted by the son of a local bully because of her beauty. Like the plot in many stories, in order to protect her children, the girl
His father died violently, and the young Ibel fled into the mountains.
Perhaps this intense stimulation began to awaken her, and soon the girl discovered her special talent. She could easily communicate with the beasts and monsters in the mountains without even using words or sounds. And even the most dangerous ones
Warcraft will not take the initiative to harm her.
This gave her hope of revenge, and as she grew into adulthood, she finally gained control of a large number of powerful monsters. After that, she returned to the crowd to look for her past enemies, and soon with the help of monsters and wild beasts, she
I found out where that person was.
But unexpectedly, the son of the former bully changed his temper after many years and became a hero that attracted much attention. He helped the weak, fought off monsters, protected the villagers, and became the guardian of this small country.
, and even made a marriage contract with the princess.
Facing the witch's revenge, he stood up bravely in the hope of not involving others.
Despite his best efforts, and even having many friends come to his aid, the hero was defeated by the witch.
————Thousands of years ago————
On a land full of devastation and ruins, there were corpses of monsters and soldiers everywhere, many of them still emitting white smoke and exuding a burnt smell. The hero forced himself to squat on the ground, while his back was being beaten.
A huge elephant's heavy foot pressed down on it, and it was teetering on the edge of collapse.
"I beg you, please let my family go and don't involve more people." His face was pale and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. It looked like he would not live long.
"Family? You have family too." The black-haired witch sat on the back of a tall black dragon, overlooking her former enemy.
"Why should I promise you? Everything today is the result of the past. When my father died of injuries and hunger that winter, did anyone intercede for us?"
"It's a pity that I survived and stained your flawless hero. I'm really sorry..." Witch Ibel replied coldly.
"Go away, you bad woman!" A childish voice came from the corner behind the city wall, and then a child in calico broke free from the obstruction of the adults and stood in front of the hero.
"Uncle has done a lot of things to protect everyone. He has been living a very hard life. You are not allowed to hurt him." He yelled with a trembling voice, as if to cheer himself up.
"You are a bad person. You only do things based on your own likes and dislikes, without considering everyone else." As he spoke, he became more and more excited.
"Why should people who do good things have to be killed, but a witch like you who does evil to everyone can live?"
"I..." Ibel looked at the child, her fingers under the cuffs gradually tightening, but at the same time there was a sense of sadness. She actually saw some shadows of her past in this child.
Seeing the witch scolded by him until she was speechless, the child was frightened but also felt a little excited and happy.
"Why can't you forgive uncle, so that everyone can live a good life."
The witch remained silent, and the scene became quiet. For a while, the people hiding around and watching the battle also felt a little hopeful.
"Haha..." Looking at this child, Yibel suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, with tears still left when she laughed.
"So, am I wrong?"
"Yes, you are wrong."
Listening to this harsh accusation, the witch glanced at the remaining people around her, looking at their careful and hopeful eyes, and a sickening feeling came to her heart.
It's really ridiculous. Do you still have to admit whether I am right or wrong? Or is this what you call justice?
The pleasure of killing the enemy was gone, and a different kind of nausea and irritation came to his heart. Unfortunately, the child opposite did not see this, and he continued.
"So, you have to learn to be more loving, so that you can achieve happiness." He said the words he heard in class.
"Shut up." Under the deep voice, an animal claw tore through, leaving a trail of blood, and executed the hero who was half-crouching on the ground.
The blood splashed in front of the child's eyes, making his eyes dull and his voice stopped abruptly.
"Actually, I was originally planning to let him go. But I'm glad that your words made me stop this idea." The witch's cold voice sounded in the child's ears.
"I hate such hypocritical 'justice'. You just yelled at me from your own perspective and never really asked me what I suffered in the past and how I spent these years."
"It seems pure and kind, but it's actually just selfish hypocrisy."
"I hate children the most. They are self-righteous, look at others in black and white, use their poor knowledge and insights to explain others, and still feel good about themselves." The witch said and slowly descended from the sky.
"Pah——"
There was a crisp slap, and the child in front of him immediately covered his face and backed away in panic.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because it would make me more happy to see you alive and suffering."
Accompanied by the roar of dragons and monsters, the witch finally left the country. As a result, this small and stable country declined, was gradually annexed, and disappeared in time.
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"What I hate the most in my life are those guys who put on a harmless face and use their weakness and kindness to seduce others and obtain benefits and preferential treatment."
"Unfortunately, Lorraine Hill, you have exactly the above points."
"Why are you saying that you can change if you want to?"
"Why should everyone adapt to your ideas?"
"Why should we fulfill your dream?"
"It's really ridiculous. Is it because you are young and are a witch born like a baby? Do you still have pure and beautiful fantasies?"
Ibel looked down at the girl below. The bright blue in her eyes was like substance, exuding more and more intense brilliance. With her anger, the magic power on her body extended like colorless flames, spreading to the surrounding monsters.
A dull low roar sounded like the roar of an engine, resounding everywhere. The pupils of these monsters gradually became bloodshot, and white air was exhaled from their mouths and noses as they stared intently at this delicate figure.
"So that's it?" the girl replied softly, slowly raising her head to look at the shadow of the beast covering the night sky. The witch with black hair and blue skirt was so flamboyant and powerful.
"I have no intention of opposing your words, because language is so weak and powerless."
"So, let me answer with strength and determination."
She untied her hair tie in the gradually blowing night wind, and the strands of hair flowed in the wind, changing from gold to flowing silver.
"Bah..." A bright silver-iron sword was slowly pulled out from its sheath.
Zante Stovet, activate——
Holy Arms, Blessing——
Extraordinary advancement begins——
The silver flowing armor emerged from itself, covering the girl's figure and then solidifying. Pieces of long swords were like wings, extending from the back, and the sword wings had extraordinary patterns like circuits, and their ends seemed to lead to the distance.
In the unknown void, the bright magic power continued to streak through the wings, reflecting the magnificent metallic color.