When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

In the endless golden sand sea, a man is trudging hard. His camel has already exhausted its strength, and its limbs are constantly shaking. Apart from the heavy package on its body, it can no longer carry more.The man has been walking on foot for three days while holding it, and his physical strength and will are on the verge of collapse.But the man knew that his hometown was ahead, and his people were still waiting for the cargo on the hump, waiting for his return.Pursing his parched lips, he pulled the cloak that covered the dust tighter. He knew he could persevere until the oasis returned to his eyes.

At this time, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose in the distance. The man squinted his eyes and looked ahead vigilantly. He had already stretched out his hand to the dagger at his waist. He needed to know whether the person who came was an enemy or a friend. In the desert of purgatory, any encounter is nothing but a disaster precursor.The smoke was getting closer and closer, until the figure of the knight on the camel was clearly seen, the man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of the handle of the knife.That was his best friend, the one he could trust with all his heart.

"Avar!" With a loud shout, the galloping knight jumped off the camel and rushed towards the man.The man's mind suddenly suspends again, what made his friend so flustered?

"Avar! You are finally back! The patriarch is calling you. Come on, get on my camel and go back!" The knight involuntarily put the rein in his hand into the man's hand, and the man took the rein and turned to ride without any further questions. I got on the camel and ran towards my hometown.

It only took an hour, and the continuous low houses came into his sight.This is the home they built for five generations, but the peace of the past has long since disappeared. Every household is packing their bags, and the children are crying and pulling their mother's dress, wondering why they have to leave their hometown.The women covered their husbands and sons with soft armor with tears in their eyes, and fastened sharp knives to their waists.

The man's heart skipped a beat, what was supposed to come finally came.

After rushing to the door of his house, the man turned over and jumped off the camel, heading straight into the house.In the middle of the room, an old man was sitting at the table, slowly wiping a two-handed sword.The age of the sword has long been lost, the scabbard is rotten, the pattern on the hilt is almost worn out, and every inch is full of traces of time.However, the blade of the sword always shone with a misty light, as if time had lost its meaning to it, and nothing could damage the sharpness of the sword's edge.

"Father!" The man rushed in and knelt at the old man's feet. "Are they finally here? Why should we leave, our people can fight them!"

The old man stroked the sword silently, and reinserted the sword into the scabbard.He asked, "Avar, do you know the origin of this sword?"

Avar was startled, and clenched his teeth. "This is... this is my family's token."

"No, this is the glory bestowed upon us by the Sun God." The old man corrected him mercilessly, "We were once the most glorious paladins in the Sun Temple, the glory and pride of the entire continent. Our knight order is called Phoenix, That represents the sun bird that will never die or be defeated." He stared straight into his son's eyes, "You can't deny your bloodline, you can't deny your identity, and you shouldn't give up this honor."

Avar closed his eyes with difficulty, and lowered his golden head, "Father, it was the Sun God who destroyed our homeland, and he turned the rich Santani into the desert of purgatory. The cataclysm has passed In 2500, we paid the price of dozens of generations for this god who abandoned his people. We became the abandoned people in other populations and the culprits of the catastrophe. This is a full 2500 years. Do you still want Keep this ridiculous oath? It will lead us to the end." A teardrop fell from his lowered eyelids, splashing the dirt in front of him.

The old man looked at his proudest son, who was also his only son, with tears in his eyes. "You're wrong, kid. It's the pride, the glory that keeps us going. You're too young to appreciate the true weight on your shoulders, but time will teach you." He paused, picked up the big sword with both hands, and handed it to his son. "Now, it's time for you to accept it. Lead our people, leave this desert, and go west. There may be endless dangers there, but you will survive in the end, and you will preserve our blood and bones, so that This honor continues to be handed down..."

"But father! We can try it! Contact other compatriots, maybe we can defeat that devil, maybe we..."

"Shut up!" the old man sternly shouted, "as a new leader, 'maybe' shouldn't be a word you can say. Don't gamble, don't be willful, don't hold naive illusions! Take the lives of your people and make sure It's your job to survive them all!"

As if being whipped by the words, the young man flinched, but his teeth gritted.The old man was unmoved, and ordered, "Catch it, use your life to cherish it, love it, use it to fight for your people, and use your life to defend its glory."

The young man clenched his fists tightly, and tears glistened in his blue eyes. In the end, he stretched out his hands and took the big sword.

"Swear." The old man continued to order.

The young man lowered his head, put his forehead against the scabbard, and said in a low voice, "I swear, I will defend the honor of the Knights with my life. I will never betray, never be timid, and never back down. Wash away with my blood. Our shame, guard our people with my long sword. Ignati Woods is my surname, my name is Aval, the 381st head of the Phoenix Knights is here to receive the holy sword of glory."

The old man finally relaxed his expression. He took a deep look at his only son and stood up. "Go, with all the knights of your generation, and lead our people westward, where there are more habitable forests, and you will multiply there, until one day, when our descendants have enough strength , Let them return to their homeland, to save our former homeland.”

The young man froze, "No, father, why only my peers. What about you and other fighters? You can't just stay like this, it's just..."

"Sacrifice is never meaningless." The old man was unmoved. "Someone must stay behind to stop the iron hooves of the Lich King. We old bones will buy you enough time to protect you from the danger. This is our duty, and now is the time for you to do your duty. "

Looking at the son who was about to say something, the old man smiled slightly, "Don't be sad, don't be afraid. Our souls will return to the embrace of our Lord. This is our highest glory."

He pulled his son up from the ground, touched his chest with one hand, and gave him a deep bow, "Master, your people are waiting for your order. Tell them the direction to go and protect their lives."

The big sword in his palm was so hot that it was almost impossible to handle it. Avar felt his hands were trembling. He took a deep breath and responded with the same etiquette. "Master former head, I will follow your teachings and protect our people. May the glory of the Sun God be with you."

After saying this, as if he could no longer control his emotions, he turned around and walked out quickly.The old man in the room slowly straightened up, looked at his son's back, and showed a comforting smile.