Light Spirit Epic

3006-Insane

In a certain year and a certain month.

On the snowfields of West Siberia, the wind and snow were overwhelming.

Hardened by the cold wind, a young white werewolf holding a basket, walked to the frozen ice coast, ready to do something.

The young white werewolf had sadness on his face that could not be covered by frost.

He stopped on the edge of the ice sea and slowly knelt down, preparing to put the basket on the water.

"What are you doing?" A ghostly figure appeared behind him, asking.

"Send my dead son." The white werewolf replied calmly, neither surprised by the appearance of the ghostly figure, nor confusing the words by excessive sadness. He was calm and deep even in sorrow, he was such a person.

"Death? At this time?" the phantom asked curiously.

"It was during this period." The White Werewolf sighed lowly: "It was a year full of disasters. Even if the food supply is short, even the pregnant women in the village have aborted one after another. My wife almost lost it when she gave birth to this child. Life. As a result, the child only survived for two days and failed to persevere."

"...Dead?" The phantom approached the white werewolf youth and checked the condition of the baby in the basket.

Wrapped in shabby but washed clean towels, the white werewolf baby was dying, but in fact a weak, last breath remained. However, in this Eskimo village, where the medical conditions are backward and life is extremely difficult, the child is almost and dead.

"He is not dead yet." Phantom said: "And you are about to abandon him."

"I decided... to end his pain." The White Werewolf replied in a low voice, filled with silent sadness: "Let him sink into this ice sea and sleep forever without pain."

"It's really irresponsible." The ghostly shadow commented.

"Otherwise what can I do? Watch him suffering from high fever and swallow the last breath? Or should I cover his nose tightly with a towel and let him stop breathing? No, I would not do it , I can't do it. "The werewolf shook his head: "Let the child float on the sea and let the sky decide his destiny, which is the only thing I can do. Besides that, everything --- ---"

"That is to say, you want to abandon him slightly?" The phantom hummed: "Since this is the child you abandoned, I can pick him up without permission?"

The white werewolf youth looked at the phantom phantom and shook his head.

"Even if you are, you can't get back to life."

Of course he knew the phantom. It should be said that he had heard of this man from his father, his father’s father, and even the elders of the earlier ages, this phantom man who could not touch like the erratic cold wind on the West Siberian snowfield.

He also knew that the phantom in front of him had a great ability to be able to make waves. This phantom man is an awe-inspiring ancient existence, and the elders of the White Werewolf youth also told the White Werewolf youth to respect this phantom man.

However, no matter how powerful this phantom man is, he can't resurrect the dead. Because during the time they were talking, the child in the basket had stopped breathing.

"Sure enough, the life that cannot be saved is not saved." The white werewolf youth smiled bitterly: "You don't have to worry anymore, this is the end of this matter."

He didn't wait for the other to talk, and he turned to put the basket on the water.

The basket itself is a water-proof structure, floating like a boat carrying the remains of a werewolf baby, gradually drifting away in the cold wind and the current.

"I can't save my life...". The phantom phantom hummed: "I have been searching for countless centuries in pursuit of eternal life. This kind of thing may also be a test for me. Practice. I know you are using radical methods. But since you are all talking about this, I will take the matter down."

"What can you do? The way you even touched him--" "The White Werewolf Youth originally wanted to cancel that phantom without a body, and it was as smoky as smoke. But the next second, a red eagle swept across the wind and snow, and the red eagle in the gold armor screamed and flew away, and swept away the basket on the sea.

"It's all in vain. You can't get back to life." The young white werewolf repeated again.

"Maybe. But what does this have to do with you?" The Phantom replied: "After all, you have abandoned that child, haven't you?"

The young white werewolf fell into deep silence.

"What's the name of the child?" Phantom Man asked again.

"He doesn't have a name. He hasn't had time to name it yet." The white werewolf replied: "According to the rules in the village, the child must live at least seven days after being born before he deserves a name."

A guy who can’t survive for seven days and has a weak survivability can’t even have a name.

"Really." The Phantom Man hummed again. "Anyway, it's just an experiment, so I just changed his name."

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The Phantom Man's figure became thinner and thinner, as if it would soon disappear into the air.

"Pa---" The White Werewolf suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"Paparov. Originally wanted to give him this name." The young white werewolf whispered in distress: "Even if there is a 100% chance that he will survive... . Let him know that he is called this name."

"I can't guarantee anything." The Phantom Man completely disappeared into the air, just as uncertain as when he first appeared.

Looking at the Phantom Man who had disappeared completely, and the red eagle that had turned into an infinitesimal red dot in the far sky, the young white werewolf clenched his fists.

This is the only way.

After a few years. Still a wind

Snowy days. The young White Werewolf had become the patriarch, when his youngest son was several years old. While the family was sheltering from the snow in the warm home, two mysterious strangers visited.

"Let's meet again." The middle-aged man who took the lead had most of his face hidden in the shadow of the cloak hood, but the white werewolf recognized the opponent easily.

"Yes, I met again." The mysterious man turned his head to look at another companion behind him, a teenager half his height: "I was recently stared at and needed to transfer my institute. And this child can’t walk with me, can I leave it to you to take care of it?"

"Um..." The white werewolf narrowed its eyes and looked at the teenager behind the mysterious man.

Most of the teenager's face was also hidden under the shadow of the hood, but the young white werewolf easily recognized the outline of the teenager's face. That is a white bear. Or maybe he looks like a white bear. The young White Werewolf originally thought that the White Bear Man race was just a legend. He also inhabited the Western Siberian Snowfield. He had never seen those mysterious White Bear people in his life.

"What's your name, boy?" he asked.

"Pa... Papalov." the child replied shyly.

The young White Werewolf widened his eyes in surprise and turned to look at the mysterious man: "You...shouldn't...!"

"What is the cause and effect? ​​It is up to you to imagine." The mysterious man did not directly answer the question of the white werewolf. "Anyway, I have to disappear for some time. This child will be left to you to take care of, can it?"

"When, of course. Of course." Because he was so surprised, the young white werewolf not only shook his voice, but also shook his hands. With a complicated mood, he put his trembling hand on the forehead of the little white bear man and stroked the child's furry forehead: "Then, then Paparov... from today, A lot of advice..."

"Uh, uh..." The White Bear Man replied in a low voice. He only realized that the young white werewolf who adopted him looked at him strangely, but he didn't know why it was young. He didn't know his "brother", the silver wolf boy, actually naughty like a little devil, and then he would suffer a lot.

------boom!

As time goes by, it returns to the present. When Bediville opened fire, his voice almost rang in Soral's ear. The series of popping sounds made the ear swords of the magic swordsman a bit uncomfortable.

When hit by a large-caliber revolver, the gray fog peregrine was also repelled a few times, and its flying actions were disrupted.

"It's now, kill it!" Bediville shouted. The weapon in his hand was obviously not powerful enough to kill the Peregrine Falcon, so he reminded Solar that any powerful weapon should be used.

Just now the two Longwu daggers had been folded back into Thoral's hands. He combined the two daggers from the position of the hilt into a short double-edged sword with a strange shape. Before the Fog Falcon had recovered, Thoral threw the double-edged sword into a larger, more lethal sword wheel! The sword wheel was spinning at a high speed, and the magic of ice and fire were mixed together in the rotation. It did not cancel each other out miraculously. Instead, it created an extremely cold and scorching turbulence, turning into a high-speed cyclone, blowing towards that. monster.

It seemed that the monster was also planning to rely on Blur to be immune to the Longwu double-edged sword, but Bediville fired continuously in advance, and the high-speed twelve consecutive shots of the Dawn Guardian's suppressed first hit the monster first, forcing that The Grey Mist Peregrine entered the state of blur in advance.

But it is clear that the peregrine falcon can only last a few seconds. The ice and fire tornado carried by the sword wheel kept the sword wheel at the same position for a long time, and the high heat and the extremely cold air flow were rotated at high speed, cutting everything in the effective attack range like a knife! It seems to be a living place, continuing to wait in accordance with Solar's will, just waiting for the moment when the gray fog peregrine falcon is lifted!

After all, the fog of Peregrine Falcon is to be eliminated, and it has not been able to escape far away in the state of blur. As soon as the blur is removed, it is involved in the ice fire dragon! It was burned and frozen by the airflow emitted by the tornado, and the body began to appear a mixture of burnt black and frost white. Bediville was not idle, and the revolver had been shooting wildly.

The ultra-luxury revolver is equipped with six photon explosion engines, and the inner walls of the engine are all made of sturdy Luna steel. The six engines alternately detonated each other, launching the lead pellets hidden in the left wheel at high speed. In this area, a revolver with other weapons can't match the continuous fire and durability, and the power is also terrible! This repressive burst of fire almost has no accurate head, and Bediville just fired a shot in a general direction. But because the enemy is quite large, in fact, this continuous shot also has a hit rate of at least 50%. The bullet rain has fallen on the body of the gray fog peregrine, and it has been entangled in the ice and fire tornado. !

But the monster is very tenacious. This kind of attack is far from enough to kill it. After it breathes and can start to blur, its body becomes more transparent and moves quickly, intending to get out of that tornado!

"Don't let him escape!" The werewolf youth still chased the monster with repressive fire, but his precision head was too bad, the monster moved very fast, and the suppression of shooting was actually not very effective! The gray fog peregrine escaped the fire suppression, and had already gone to the other side to prepare to attack Bediville!

however------

"Ha!" At the moment when the gray fog peregrine falcon was just released, a golden shadow descended from the sky, dividing the monster in two at a high speed that the naked eye could not catch, as if the attacker knew when the monster would start attacking!

"Are you okay?" asked Arthur, the knight king who beheaded the gray fog peregrine, waved his sword, and removed some **** bullets from the holy sword.

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