Chapter 3006 The Morning That Will Never Return (81)
Chapter 3006 The Morning of Never Return (81)
A certain day of a certain year and a certain month.
In the snowfields of Western Siberia, the sky is filled with wind and snow.
Braving the biting cold wind, a young white werewolf held a basket and walked to the edge of the ice-free sea, preparing to do something.
The young white werewolf had a sadness on his face that even frost could not cover up.
He stopped at the edge of the ice sea, slowly knelt down, and prepared to place the basket on the water.
"What are you doing?" A ghostly figure appeared behind him and asked.
"Send away my unborn son." The white werewolf replied calmly. He was neither surprised by the appearance of the ghostly figure, nor was his words muddled by excessive sadness. Even his sadness was calm and calm.
Deep, that's the kind of person he is.
"Death in infancy? At such a time?" the phantom asked curiously.
"It was during this period." The white wolf man sighed: "It was really a year full of disasters. Forget about the shortage of food supply, even pregnant women in the village had miscarriages one after another. My wife almost lost her baby when she gave birth to it.
Life. In the end, the child only survived for two days and could not survive."
"...Dead?" The phantom approached the white werewolf young man and checked the condition of the baby in the basket.
Wrapped in a shabby but clean towel, the white werewolf baby was already dying, but in fact there was still a weak, last breath left. However, in this kind of backward medical conditions, life is extremely difficult for the Esquimo tribe.
In the village, the child was almost certain to be dead.
"He's not dead yet." Phantom said, "And you are planning to abandon him."
"I decided... to end his pain." The white werewolf replied in a low voice, his words full of silent sadness: "Let him sink into this sea of ice, sleep forever, and have no more pain."
"How irresponsible." The ghostly shadow commented.
"Otherwise, what can I do? Watch him suffer in the heat and take his last breath? Or should I cover his nose tightly with a towel and stop him breathing with my own hands? No, I won't do that.
, I can’t do it.” The werewolf shook his head: “Letting this child drift on the sea and letting God decide his fate is the only thing I can do. Apart from that, nothing else---
---"
"In other words, you want to abandon him?" The phantom laughed and said: "Since this is the child you abandoned, is it okay for me to pick him up without permission?"
The young white werewolf looked at the illusory phantom and shook his head.
"Even you can't bring the dead back to life."
Of course he knew that phantom. It should be said that he had heard about this person from his father, his father's father, and even older elders. This person was as untouchable as the erratic cold wind on the snowfields of Western Siberia.
The Phantom Man.
He also knew that the phantom in front of him had great abilities and could control the wind and rain. This phantom man was an awe-inspiring ancient existence. The elders of the white wolf youth also told the white wolf youth to respect this phantom man.
However, no matter how powerful the phantom man is, he cannot resurrect the dead. Because during the time they were talking, the child in the basket had stopped breathing.
"Sure enough, a life that cannot be saved cannot be saved." The white werewolf young man smiled bitterly and said: "You don't have to worry about it, let's end this matter."
Without waiting for the other party to speak, he turned around and put the basket into the water.
The basket itself was a water-proof structure, carrying the body of the werewolf baby floating like a boat, gradually drifting away in the cold wind and sea currents.
"The life that can't be saved means that it can't be saved..." The illusory phantom laughed and said: "I have been searching for countless centuries in pursuit of eternal life. This kind of thing may also be a test for me.
As for refining. I know you are using the provocative method. But since you have said it for this reason, I will take over the matter."
"What can you do? You can't even touch him--" The white werewolf young man originally wanted to cancel the idea that the phantom had no body and was as insubstantial as smoke. But the next second, a figure passed by in the wind and snow.
The red eagle, the red eagle in golden armor screamed and flew past, snatching away the basket on the sea.
"All this is in vain. You can't come back to life." The white werewolf young man repeated again.
"Maybe. But what does that have to do with you?" The Phantom replied: "After all, you have abandoned that child, haven't you?"
The young white werewolf fell into a deep silence.
"What's the child's name?" the Phantom Man asked again.
"He doesn't have a name. He hasn't had time to name him yet." The white werewolf replied: "According to the rules of the village, a child must survive for at least seven days after birth before he is worthy of having a name."
Those who cannot survive even seven days and whose survival ability is too weak are not even qualified to have a name.
"Really?" The Phantom Man hummed again, "It's just an experiment anyway, so I'll just change his name to whatever I want."
The figure of the phantom man became thinner and thinner, as if he was about to disappear into the air.
"Pa---" the white werewolf suddenly said.
"Um?"
"Papalov. I originally wanted to give him this name." The white werewolf young man whispered sadly: "Even if... there is a one in 100 million chance, he can survive...
.Let him know that his name is this."
"I can't guarantee anything." The Phantom Man completely disappeared into the air, just as elusive as when he first appeared.
Looking at the phantom man who had completely disappeared, and looking at the red eagle that had turned into an infinitesimal red dot in the distant sky, the young white werewolf clenched his fists.
This is the only way.
Several years later, it was still a snowy day. The young white werewolf had become the leader of the clan. His youngest son was already a few years old at that time. When the family was hiding from the wind and snow in their warm home, two mysterious strangers
People visit.
"We meet again." The middle-aged man who took the lead had most of his face hidden in the shadow of the hood of his cloak, but the white werewolf easily recognized him.
"Yes, we meet again." The mysterious man turned around and looked at the other companion behind him, a boy who was half his height: "I have been targeted recently and need to move my research institute.
And this child can't come with me, can I leave it to you to take care of me?"
"Hmm..." The white werewolf narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man behind the mysterious man.
Most of the boy's face was also hidden under the shadow of the hood, but the young white werewolf easily recognized the outline of the boy's face. That was a white bear. Or maybe he looked like one.
The young white werewolf initially thought that the race of white bears was just a legend. He also lived in the snowfields of Western Siberia and had almost never seen those mysterious white bears in his life.
"What's your name, kid?" he asked.
"Pa...Papalov," the child replied shyly.
The young white werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, and he turned to look at the mysterious man: "You...could you...!"
"It's up to you to imagine what the cause and consequences are." The mysterious man did not directly answer the white werewolf's question, "Anyway, I have to disappear for a while, and I will leave this child to your care, okay?"
"Yes, of course. Of course." Because he was so surprised, not only did the young white werewolf's voice tremble when he spoke, but his hands were also trembling. With complicated emotions, he put his trembling hands on the little white bear man.
On the young man's forehead, he stroked the child's furry forehead: "Well, then Papalov... From today on, I will give you a lot of advice..."
"Well, um..." the white bear boy replied in a low voice. He only realized that the white werewolf young man who adopted him looked at him a little strangely, but as a young man, he did not know that this was
Why. He didn't know that his "younger brother", the Silver Wolf boy, was actually as naughty as a little devil, and he would suffer a lot in the future.
------Bang!
Time turned and returned to the present. The sound of Bedivere firing almost rang in Solar's ears. The series of explosions made the magic swordsman's eardrums a little uncomfortable.
Being hit by the large-caliber revolver, the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon was obviously knocked back several times, and its flight movements were disrupted.
"Kill it now!" Bedivere shouted. The weapon in his hand was obviously not powerful enough to kill the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon, so he reminded Solar that any powerful weapons should be used.
Just as the two Longwu daggers had returned to Solar's hands, he merged the two daggers from the hilts into one, turning into a short double-edged sword with a strange shape. While the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon hadn't recovered yet
Before coming over, Solar threw the double-edged sword, turning it into a larger and more lethal sword wheel! The sword wheel rotated at high speed, and the magic power of ice and fire was mixed together in the rotation.
Miraculously, they did not cancel each other out, but instead created turbulence that was extremely cold and hot, turning into a high-speed cyclonic tornado, blowing towards the monster.
The monster seemed to be planning to rely on [Village] to be immune to the attack of Longwu's double-edged sword, but Bediwell fired continuously first, and [Dawn Guardian]'s suppressive high-speed twelve consecutive shots hit the monster first.
, forcing the gray mist peregrine falcon to enter the [virtual] state in advance.
But it is obvious that the peregrine falcon's virtual blur can only last for a few seconds. However, the ice and fire tornado carried by the sword wheel keeps the sword wheel hovering in the same position for a long time. The high-speed rotation of the high-heat and extremely cold airflow is like
It cuts everything within the effective attack range like a knife! It seems to be alive, obeying Solar's will and continuing to wait, just waiting for the moment when the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon's virtualization is lifted!
The gray mist peregrine falcon's [virtualization] had to be eliminated after all, and it couldn't escape far in the [virtualization] state. As soon as it was lifted from the virtualization, it was sucked into the ice and fire tornado! It was caught by the dragon
The air flow from the curls burned and froze, and lines of burnt black and frosty white began to appear on the body. Bedivere was not idle either, and the revolver kept firing wildly.
The extremely luxurious revolver is equipped with six photon explosion engines, and the inner walls of the engine are all made of extremely strong Luna Steel. The six engines detonate in rotation with each other, launching the lead particles contained in the revolver at high speed.
This mere revolver has a continuous fire performance and durability that no other weapon can match, and its power is equally terrifying! This suppressive continuous fire has almost no accuracy. Bediwell just raised his gun and fired fiercely in the general direction.
One pass. But because the enemy was quite large, this continuous shot actually had a hit rate of at least 50%. The bullets rained down on the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon one after another, and it was already involved in the ice and fire tornado.
repel!
But the monster was very tenacious, and this attack was far from enough to kill it. After it took a breath and activated [Void] again, its whole body became more transparent and moved quickly, intending to escape from the tornado.
Get away!
"Don't let him escape!" The werewolf youth still chased the monster with suppressive firepower, but his accuracy was too poor, and the monster moved very fast, so the suppressive shooting had little effect! Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon
Having escaped the fire suppression, he has already circled to the other side and is preparing to attack Bediwell and the others!
However------
"Ha!" At the moment when the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon was out of virtual form, a golden shadow fell from the sky, splitting the monster into two at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, as if the attacker knew when the monster would start attacking!
"Are you okay?" Arthur, the knight king who killed the Gray Mist Peregrine Falcon with one blow, asked as he waved his sword and flicked away some blood stains on the holy sword.