Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

Violent hurricanes roared from all directions, and the disaster struck instantly. The originally prosperous city of Bangladesh cooled down instantly.

The falling snowflakes were carried by the cold wind and covered the sky. In an instant, the brightly lit city fell into a dark silence. People who had no shelter from the wind and rain shivered and huddled in shabby, cold and ragged clothes. .

It's so cold, it's so cold, it seems like I can't hold on anymore, who will save them...

God, help me...

Under this desperate prayer, suddenly, a warm magical wind passed through those huddled, hopeless people, and bursts of spring breeze-like warmth came to their faces, gradually easing the biting coldness.

The people who were almost frozen were in disbelief.

The clear laughter of the young man and the sound of playing the harp seemed to be faintly heard in the wind.

The warm wind swirled playfully in the air, and then gradually expanded until it swept across the entire city of Bangladesh. The city that was originally frozen and messed up by the hurricane seemed to be suppressed by an invisible big hand.

Warm and cold winds are fighting invisibly in places invisible to the world.

The magicians who monitored the spiritual veins were surprised to find that the originally complicated and chaotic ground veins, like a ball of yarn scratched by a cat, were carefully smoothed out by invisible forces.

It seems like——

"——It's like a miracle."

It seemed as if there was someone's voice, and ancient memories were passed down to this day with the power of blood. A native Bratanian murmured: "Feng...ba...so familiar, yet so strange..."

Without the tense situation just now, almost the whole world's wind was controlled by the pair of dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun. The giant dragon flapped its wings fiercely and approached, as if it was going to crush the city of Bengal with its huge body.

Like the sky falling.

In the corner of the city, there stood a man in thin and ragged clothes, but with his back straightened, as if the cold had no effect on him at all. His blue eyes hidden behind his messy hair were as sharp as swords, staring at the man coming from the horizon. The dragon is coming fast.

The bottle in his hand was ruthlessly thrown away at some point. The broken bottle pieces shone on the street, and the air was filled with the cold and biting aroma of beer.

He was always staring at the giant dragon, a long bow appeared in his hand, the amber wine gradually condensed into arrows under the influence of magic, and was filled with powerful magic bit by bit. At the limit of the power that the wine can carry After a little testing, the long bow was fully drawn, and his whole aura was as tight as the long bow.

The arrow has not been shot yet.

He was ready to go, and the breeze blew the messy long hair on his face, revealing a face that was full of stubble but still had a childish outline.

Very Mijia characteristics.

But it is still a head taller than the average wind type.

This young man is neither energetic nor energetic. He is silent and cold, like a sharp blade tempered and polished by ruthless flames, with extreme sharpness and extreme coldness.

He quietly stared at the wind dragon approaching at a rapid speed with his pure sapphire eyes without blinking.

Until a warm wind rising from Bengal confronted the wind dragon, and the two forces fought in the sky above the city of Bengal, he always tightened the bow string, and his fingers turned red without wavering.

Until the two forces reached a stalemate, the huge body of the wind dragon flipped in the sky. The red and purple stings that were particularly conspicuous on the wind dragon's body flashed past, and the long arrow that had been charging for a long time flew as fast as lightning. Shoot it out and insert it straight into the stinger.

The wind dragon roared violently in severe pain.

The blow hit him, but he did not relax. The fine snowflakes in the air condensed into a second long arrow. He drew the bow, took aim, and poured magic power into the ice and snow arrow, waiting for the opportunity to fire another arrow.

But at this time, the dragon, as an elemental creature, had already locked onto the target by following the magic power. He was confused by the poison of the abyss, but his innate instincts became more acute when his reason was absent. A pair of scarlet eyes accurately locked onto the target. The little bugs on the ground drawing bows and arrows, the ferocious beasts that have been passed down since ancient times, and the fantasy species at the top of the biological chain are overwhelming with their powerful murderous intent.

The young man's fingers froze, unable to control the long bow, and shot a second long arrow at Tevalin.

.........

"The momentum is like a storm——"

"Ha, that's really good. Try harder and give me a better experience."

The blood was accompanied by water, and the screams were extremely shrill and in sharp contrast to Dadalia's excited voice.

As he stepped on the water, he was followed far away by a group of stupid soldiers, a magician, a lady with a hidden mirror, and a debt processor. However, they just stayed far away and did not compete with their superiors who were obviously killing them.

Dadaliya is excited.

He goes all out in every battle and enjoys it very much. Even when facing the elite monster Abyss Mage, this full-health warrior is never careless.

Of course, behind him, Li Chuxia is fully enjoying the joy of opening the real version of Genshin Impact and the pleasure of commanding the once powerful enemy at will.

So what if the fools who passed me by said cruel words and raised their weapons at me were finally mine.

...Even the lady hiding the mirror is too difficult to beat.

Dadalia didn't use special weapons, just a water blade. He finished the fight happily, watched his subordinates tie up the Abyss Mage who had knocked him unconscious, and said very naturally: "Leave the captives to the lady. What she wants will naturally be handled by her. Let’s go find the rest of the Abyss Cult.”

He raised the corners of his lips, and his smile was as sharp as a blade. He looked at the huge wind dragon silhouette over the city of Bengal in the distance and took a deep breath.

"I hope the God of Wind has as good a force as his descendants. After all, he is the second of the seven first-generation gods. There is no way he can bring him down."

What, you mean the scene between Wendy and the lady, despite Mondstadt’s millennium of faith, she still lost, was frozen by the other party, slapped in the face and heartbroken?

Ha ha.

That actor loves to act and gives up the heart of God. What does it have to do with him?

The lady is here to have a heart-to-heart talk with Fengshen, but he is just here to have a happy fight with him.

The Heart of the Wind God is not part of his job description.

The next version of Liyue will be his C position.