Lugia, my name of the elf

Storm God Island, Storm Tower, periphery;

"Look! What is that!"

"The storm is rising! Tower?! Oh my God, when did this tower appear?! I can't be dreaming!"

"My God of Storms, I remember that I was here collecting stones yesterday, but there was no such giant tower at that time. The ground was obviously bare, I'm sure!"

"God, this tower is too high. How can it be so high? If you climb to the top, can you even pick the clouds with your hands?!"

"How do I know? I haven't gone up to see it."

"The height of this tower is simply astonishing. If you can stand at the highest point of this tower, you will definitely be able to see the whole view of Storm Island!"

"Ah! I'm afraid of heights..."

"God, this tower is so beautiful, like a work of art! Not only does it shine with pink light, it is so dreamy. I believe my lovely daughter would dream of living here."

"You said that tower belongs to our Storm Tribe, right? Right?"

"I guess it must be like this. It is an ingenious work from our God of Storms, and it is also a gift to our people of Storms!"

"The storm is blowing. I want to move to the main island. My family must also hope to see this sacred tower every day!"

"...."

Even without walking to the center of Storm God Island, the thousands-meter Storm Tower was easily discovered by the warriors.

In addition, the whole body of the tower is radiating the light of pink crystal, which makes it look like a holy land that is different from the ordinary world. Even if you take a casual look, the heart of worship and awe will instantly rise in your heart;

Its divine light even shines into the sky, rendering the clouds into a holy and dignified scene of clouds and waves, which is difficult to ignore.

But everyone doesn’t know that this storm tower will be a real “spectacle” at night;

Against the background of countless stars and the Milky Way, the Storm Tower will emit bright and soft white holy light;

Let this isolated ocean island, far away from the northern and southern continents at the same time, be like a lighthouse from ancient times, enlightening souls who have lost their way, and guiding the confused and wandering people to a holy land of true liberation.

"Is this...?" Alor looked at the astonishing tower that towered into the clouds. While his heart was shocked, he looked at the high priest next to him, Bosaline, as if his heart was touched.

Facing Alor's doubtful eyes, Poselin suppressed the shock in her heart, tried her best to pretend to be calm, nodded, and said with determination:

"This must be the masterpiece of the God of Storms. It is undoubtedly a miracle. Let's get closer. I believe that the natural phenomenon that was like a natural disaster just now is the manifestation of the majestic power of the storm. Its purpose is to build this unknown Tower of God.”

"hiss!"

"This?!"

After receiving an almost affirmative answer from Poseline, the god's attendant, the two island leaders behind her, Ryan and Gain, couldn't help but take a breath;

Both of them were extremely amazed that the great storm god could actually create such a huge and majestic building in such a short period of time. It was simply astonishing.

There is no such outrageous situation in the imagination of adults. After all, it is too far away from reality and cognition, and they don't even dare to dream.

If such a story is included in a fairy tale, young children will question its authenticity and will definitely clamor for a different story.

But in front of everyone, the iron proof, stronger than sea stones and bone knives, is reflected in everyone's eyes. No one can quibble and deny it. This is a fact that is like a myth.

Although Alor had been prepared in his heart, when he saw the tower standing there, the many emotions he felt were beyond words;

He couldn't help but recall that he once went to the death row on the fourth island alone, taking the huge risk of being sentenced to death if discovered, and resolutely chose to rescue Bosaline despite the storm;

There are also scenes of fighting the devil with everything you have.

Alor had many thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't help but recall the hundreds of warriors who died at the hands of the demon god on the main island for the rebirth of the tribe and for calling the gods;

How Alor hopes that those who died can see this divine tower in front of them. These people are the most qualified to see the charm of the divine tower...

The tower not far away, standing between heaven and earth as if it could reach the sky and break the clouds, symbolizes the true rise of the Storm Tribe;

As long as every tribesman who comes here sees that sacred tower, I believe they will be amazed by it, and the blood belonging to the storm will boil and burn for it;

Because it is a symbol of Storm, and it will be the pride of Storm people from now on.

···

"Hey, am I getting old...?" Alor couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and sad. Compared with the tower in front of him, he was even more surprised by the changes in his own personality and thoughts;

In the past three years, Alor has become sentimental, like an old man who likes to recall the past.

The youngest and most promising sub-island leader in this tribe, now, a twilight look has appeared in his eyes, there are even a few strands of white hair on his temples, and there seem to be wrinkles around the corners of his eyes.

It was Alor who, after inheriting the power of the Storm Rune, ignored the limits of his own life and used too much power. As a side effect, his body had already experienced irreversible overdraft.

If Alor is not a warrior, but an elf trainer, and his main elf is a flying or super elf;

Then the bonds and connections between humans and elves at the life level will naturally help him offset the huge side effects from the power of the storm runes.

It can even increase a lot of life functions due to the power of the storm rune, and maybe extend the life span a little!

But now, he is obviously the youngest warrior among the seven leaders, but his appearance is the oldest.

Even some unsuspecting warriors of the younger generation were extremely respectful to him, but that was not a yearning for his extraordinary honor, or recognition of his great achievements;

But after these ignorant little warriors saw Alor's face, they subconsciously thought that he was an old warrior with outstanding achievements in the tribe;

I mistakenly thought he was an experienced old leader, so I respected him and didn't dare to neglect him, that's all.

The thoughtful Boselin immediately noticed Alor, who looked sad and lost behind everyone.

The heartbroken Poselin wanted to offer words of comfort, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't say a word.

She didn't understand the thoughts and moods of people who died young. What were their thoughts and feelings?What kind of emotions and unwillingness do you have?

If you are unable to empathize, you will naturally be unable to sympathize.

With no other choice, Poseline lamented about Aluol's condition and had no choice but to give up...

"The storm is above, maybe this is also a test for you by the great gods..., hey." Boselin could only imagine in a positive direction, silently praying for Alor.

···

Now that she knew that the tower in front came from the will of the storm, Boselin immediately gave the order and said:

"The order is passed, everyone will stay where they are. The leaders of the sub-islands will go with this priest to continue to observe. The rest of the people must not disobey the order and approach the sacred tower without permission! Those who disobey the order will be severely punished according to the clan rules. No tolerance.”

"Storm above, obey the orders of the priest!"

"Storm above, obey the orders of the priest!"

"Storm above, obey the orders of the priest!"

"...."

Several personal guards behind Boselin took orders one after another, and immediately conveyed the orders of the high priest to many soldiers.

When some warriors heard that they could not approach immediately and appreciate the scenery and splendor of the magnificent tower at close range, some people could not help but feel a sense of loss and disappointment in their hearts;

But the negative emotions did not spread too much. The days are long, and the soldiers also believe that one day, they will be able to personally experience the shock that the holy tower brings to them.

Perhaps it is during certain periods of time, or on certain special sacrificial days;

All in all, there's no need to be impatient.

But Poselin's order was being issued, but the next moment, a rare scene that shocked everyone again appeared!

Not far away in the sky, two extraordinary figures, one silver and one gold, exuded a divine light and holy aura, and spread their wings calmly in the air.

All the people who looked up were dumbfounded. They opened their mouths subconsciously and their minds went blank. They couldn't believe the astonishing scene in their eyes!

Jayne, the mural craftsman who was among the crowd, even rushed out of the crowd. He stared at the stunning scenery in the distance, vowing to imprint it in his mind and engraved it in his soul and flesh;

This scene must also be painted as a mural, as another important inheritance, left to future generations!

Then, the two supreme gods, one after the other, escaped into the divine tower and disappeared...