In summer, Ningzhou is a turquoise continent mixed with countless black and dark gray, while the sky is light blue, like a huge circular curtain, which stretches around and presses down on the blue and white gully. On Wanhe. Ningzhou may be the oldest continent in Kyushu. It has been shattered due to long-term erosion. High mountains, deep valleys, and ravines can be seen everywhere. It is covered by deep black and thick ancient forests. Only some of the highest peaks emerge from the forest. Break free from the shackles and form a string of sparkling pearls. When the light blue and lavender clouds rise from the vast continent, they are like countless ethereal souls dancing and dancing in the sky.At certain times of the year, there are always a few elegant figures flashing in the sky, dancing, and then returning to loneliness.This is a land longing for freedom and flying, but not everyone can fly.

The Yuren divided Ningzhou into eight directions, and they were divided into eight towns. Their kings stood high in Qingdu at the foot of Yutu Mountain, guarding the towering Shenmu. The number, the dark corresponds to the stars in the sky. Firehate City is one of the most important towns.This majestic and huge city is located in the soft belly of Ningzhou, and it seems to be forever shrouded in the dark fog brought by the raging tide.It is the hub of external communication for this aloof faction continent. Perhaps because of this, Fire-hating City is not as clean, bright, and simple as other Yu Clan cities. It is a half-black and half-white giant, a half-good and half-evil of mixed race.No matter how brilliant the sun is, it can't illuminate the tens of thousands of tangled alleys, divergent roads, snail roads and dead ends in Xiahuoxia City, which together form a ball of thread messed up by cats.

Our story has a lot to do with this city, but it begins in the Gobi to the west of Fireweary City, where there are only white stones and ravines washed out by rain, no trees or water. There, a young man was lowering his head, and he saw clear blood spurting from his chest, with a long and gorgeous whistle. The dagger that was drawn from his chest just now was like a spot of light, carrying the stolen treasure, jumping away from him. The young man struggled to turn his head and took a look. Behind him, corpses were strewn across the field, and there were two hundred corpses of men and horses lying there.Between the indistinct flesh, there are broken knives and shattered metal armor.Those stiff horse legs struggled to reach the sky.

He has done a lot, but it is getting farther and farther away from success. I can't die, he struggled to think, I have to take it back, take it back. Dense, endless, maddening gravel rushing head-on. The sun is behind him, and the shadow he casts is lonely.In front, in the shadow cast by the hills, a thousand knights were neatly lined up, standing side by side, like a black metal wall blocking the way.Thousands of pairs of hostile eyes were staring at him fiercely. Power was rapidly drifting away from the wound on his chest.He touched the wound on his chest and thought, maybe I can't beat them.I can't get over it anymore.For the first time, this thought popped into his mind.

He was unable to twist his neck, but he knew that the city behind him was still shining in the sun. If he lost, the fire-hate city he knew would be destroyed.He is a foreigner, but he has only stepped into that city for three days, but he has to shoulder the responsibility of saving it.The people in the city, the friends he had just made, the enemies he had just made, all of them had to die. His chest was burning.The speed at which the blood spurted out was slowing down, like a scalding river began to flow down the chest.The world turns pale and spins. I can't die.He groaned, and persisted in grabbing the knife, trying to stand up.He knew that he was carrying the last hope of the city behind him.

I can't die. The leader of the black-armored warrior on the opposite side was leaning over to look at him, with a gloomy glint in his eyes.It was the most fearsome warrior the young man had ever met.The shadow of the samurai shook the long knife with a "swipe", and a sharp whistling sound came like a huge grinding disc. The screech was the last straw, enough to make him fall over and land on the sand. The blood that flowed from his chest was quickly sucked up by the dry sand. I can't do it, he thought, and there seemed to be a whole mountain hanging from his eyelids.The sun shrank rapidly, shrinking into a very small and sharp white spot.

Before the final death came, he struggled to feel his chest with bloody hands.A broken black string was visible around his neck, and the pendant that had hung from it was gone.Death would be incomplete to him without that. He suddenly understood something, so he let go of his hands and lay down gracefully, showing an appearance of being unrestrained and indifferent to death. hopeful smile. Death came upon him. We have no way of knowing what his killers took from him?Why is he smiling?What filled him with anticipation? To know what happened, we have to turn the whole story backwards and start from the beginning.