Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

The first arrow hit the poisonous sting, and magic power was injected into it, and then turned into wine and scattered.

The second arrow was shot out hastily, but was lifted up by a gust of wind, hit with a poisonous sting, and turned into fine snowflakes falling again.

The slightly vague voice sounded clearly in my mind.

"I have been destined for thousands of years to help you..."

Before the mysterious voice finished speaking, the young man frowned and said, "Wendy?"

With a questioning tone and a determined attitude, the young man's eyes were still as cold as blades.

The voice in his mind hesitated for a moment, then gave up its slightly mysterious and ethereal timbre, and the young poet's crisp and lively voice sounded: "Hey, you recognized me."

The blue-eyed boy was not curious. His mood fluctuated slightly for a moment and then returned to calm. He stared sharply at the giant dragon swooping in the sky. The wind dragon rushed towards him with great momentum, but was stopped by a gust of wind and entangled. Flying higher and higher with his huge body, getting further and further away from the city of Bengal.

The situation was critical, and the blue-eyed boy only said in a low voice: "I don't know who you are and what you want to do, but it seems that you also want to stop that monster from wreaking havoc in Bengal City, right? We can work together to kill it."

Wendy let out a surprised sound, and then hurriedly said: "No, no, no, Tvarin is not a monster, nor is he a bad dragon. There is a reason for his current violence. He is just sick."

Wendy sighed softly, and then her voice returned to its original calmness, which although lively and brisk, seemed to have everything under control.

"Don't be afraid. He can't cause any real harm to the people in the city. He is just sick. We can drive him away now. I will cure him later. Don't be afraid. Tevalin was once a descendant of the Wind God. , the guardian of Mondstadt.”

The young man frowned as he listened to Wendy's excuse, but he knew that he could not even completely defeat the dragon with his own strength. The huge power of the two warring parties in the sky almost enveloped the entire city. Among them, the one who had never shown up before, Liufeng who had blocked Tevalin, steadily suppressed the wind dragon.

Both parties are powerful far beyond the level of human cognition. Even if he were not a great magician like him who has reached the top of his magical attainments, he would not be able to truly see the battle between the two forces.

Can the legendary Billion Machine, the ultimate crystallization of human wisdom and the weapon that crushes all mage warriors, achieve this?

The young man pursed his lips, not daring to think deeply.

He had no choice but to silently draw his bow and nock an arrow again, injecting the maximum magic power he could mobilize. However, his current state was far worse than before. The long arrow body made of ice and snow collapsed with small cracks.

There was no time to adjust slowly, and the long arrow shot out again,

As fast as lightning, the long arrow pierced the air, and the magic power dragged out a long tail like a torrent. Combined with the wind in the air, it rushed straight to the sting on Teyvat's back. The arrow that gathered all the magic power in the young man's body was violent after impact. Exploded.

A handful of the scales of the wind dragon were blown off. The poet sighed softly and the scales with blood flowers fell at the same time, and he held them in his hands.

The sudden pain made him bite his teeth, but he quickly let go at the moment of realization. He opened his palms, where a thick blue scale with a few traces of blood, and a cold light shining on the edge.

In his palm, the scratches deep into the bone were still slowly oozing blood due to the magician's powerful self-healing ability.

The rough illusion that was originally covered by magic power could no longer be maintained. The weather-beaten hands of the homeless man shed their disguise, revealing hands as smooth and delicate as jade, without a trace of calluses.

A pair of hands that control the slightest change in magic power, are agile, and can bend bows and shoot arrows.

He looked at the giant dragon that was exploded by magic and an unknown powerful force, and seemed to have regained some clarity. His eyes were no longer scarlet, and he looked at the city at his feet and called out: "Barbatos."

It seemed like a name.

The voice seemed tired and indifferent. Thousands of words were gathered into that one call. It was so heavy that my heart sank with it.

The young man's lips trembled, and clear pain flashed in his eyes.

He recalled a time when...

The man was lying on the ground dripping with blood, quietly feeling the blood pouring out of his body bit by bit with vitality. When he saw him, there was no resentment, no regret, no unwillingness on his face. He just called calmly. Saying his name with a little bit of regret.

His best friend.

His only brother.

After a moment of confusion, he quickly broke away and picked up the long bow again. The blood was condensed into a sharp arrow by him, and he squeezed out a few strands of magic power from the flesh and soul and injected it into it. Taking advantage of the giant dragon, In the stunned gap, a long arrow pierced the sky.

This arrow went extremely smoothly without anyone's help.

Tevalin raised his head, let out a long roar, and then fluttered away with his injured body.

With the departure of Tewarin, the entire city of Bengal finally recovered from the panic. The mages who were originally suppressed by the two opposing parties and did not dare to move quickly moved out.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

The young man who once again concealed his appearance and dressed as a tramp took back his long bow, hunched over his waist, looked at the beer bottle he had broken on the ground, left without any attachment, and continued to hide in the darkness in the deepest part of the city.

But as soon as he stepped into the corner, a particularly impressive young man in green stood in front of him, greeting him with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Mel Harper."

Wendy, who calls herself a bard, said very familiarly: "We are destined to meet each other. Would you like to have a drink?"

Mel Harper looked at him warily. He had been incognito for several years, and his true identity under multiple layers of disguise was revealed. Even he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Who are you and why do you know me?"

Wendy blinked her eyes and said quite sincerely and innocently: "Mr. Mel, I don't mean any harm. It's not that I investigated you. In fact, I know everyone in this city and this country. Know all about their past, know everything about them.”

He looked at Mel gently and calmly, as if he were looking at a child, as if he were looking at a friend, as if he was looking at his own relatives.

The bard who claimed to be an ancient profession said: "Because I am the god, Barbatos, the god of wind that the Mondlanders once believed in."

He said, giving Mel a sly smile.

"Mond is Bratania's past name. You should know this."

Mel nodded vaguely.

As a knowledgeable magician, he certainly knew what Mond meant.

It was an era that was buried in history, only recorded in a few words, and historians flocked to it.

The land of the free, Mondstadt.

Barbatos, the wind god, is the wind god who founded Mondstadt and has been worshiped and worshiped by Mondstadt people for generations.

Even if dynasties change, even if today's society has long abandoned gods, there are still people who secretly worship Barbatos, the wind god, and there are many nobles among them.

The power of magicians comes from talent and wisdom. Most magicians are erudite scholars and heirs of noble blood. Naturally, they have more or less come into contact with the faith of the Wind God.

He is also included.

Logically speaking, he should refute this young man. The God of Wind has long been history in the past, and even today's worship and belief are mostly just formalism. He does not believe in the God of Wind, nor does he believe in the existence of gods at all.

but……

Somehow, his blood, his heart, and his soul all rippled with this answer.

His soul screamed to believe.

This god who truly came to the world is Barbatos, the wind god.