"I am willing to face the test of courage." Zhao Ming volunteered, pointing his sword at the most dangerous road, where there were dark clouds, lightning and thunder.
"Then I will go to the road of wisdom." Li Zixue stroked the book of wisdom, and the light became more and more dazzling, seeming to guide her in the direction.
"As for the sacrifice, leave it to me." The figure of the mysterious traveler melted into the darkness, leaving only a faint echo.
"And I..." The young survivor hesitated for a moment, and finally summoned up the courage, "I will follow the master's footsteps and complete the trial of sacrifice."
"Then I am responsible for recording your greatness and the changes this experience has brought to the world." Although Yueyue is scared, she is more convinced that their stories will inspire more people.
They each embarked on their journey, and their backs stretched out in the sunset, as if indicating that the legend was about to unfold.
"No matter what happens, remember our agreement." Zhao Ming's voice echoed in the valley, which was a promise to his partners and an expectation for the future.
"We will never forget that the light is with us." The responses of Li Zixue, Su Mo and the young survivors were intertwined. Their voices were firm and full of faith, arousing gentle echoes around them, as if even the quilt was The forgotten land is also moved by it.
The villagers stood at the entrance of the village, watching the warriors' backs drift away until they disappeared over the horizon, and their hearts were filled with complicated emotions. "Are they really the ones who can save the world?" an old woman asked her husband beside her softly, with doubts and hope in her eyes.
"Only time can give the answer, but we can at least pray for them." The wife held the old woman's hand tightly, with unnoticeable tears in her eyes, but more of a determination, "May the light bless them."
Deep in the Forgotten Land, the trial of the three brave men is slowly beginning.
The Path of Courage
Zhao Ming stepped onto the path shrouded in dark clouds. The wind and rain were blowing, making every step extremely difficult. Suddenly, a giant dragon condensed by dark energy appeared in front of him, roaring to the sky. Bystanders, if there are any, will definitely hear Zhao Ming’s firm voice piercing the wind and rain: “Come on, let my sword be your last memory!”
After a fierce battle, Zhao Ming finally defeated the dragon with his extraordinary courage and the power of the Sword of Light. The storm dissipated and the sky was clear. He stood at the end of the road, his eyes sharper and his chest filled with unprecedented determination.
The Road to Wisdom
On the other side, Li Zixue faced a misty maze, and every choice she made could be a fork in the road between life and death. She calmly follows the guidance of the Book of Wisdom, solving ancient riddles and dispelling illusions. If a passing troubadour witnessed this scene, he would definitely sing: "Look at the light of wisdom, illuminating the way forward, knowledge is her sharpest sword."
When the last door slowly opened in front of her, with the light leading to the end behind it, she knew that the test of wisdom had passed.
Path of Sacrifice
As for the mysterious traveler and the young survivor, they embarked on a path that seemed peaceful but was actually full of dangers. They face deep inner fears and self-sacrificial choices. An old hermit who lived in seclusion accidentally glimpsed this scene and murmured to himself: "The road of sacrifice is the most difficult, but it is also the key to the door of greatness."
At a critical moment, the young survivor decided to sacrifice himself to protect an innocent life. This move deeply touched the mysterious traveler. He witnessed the growth of young people and realized that the true meaning of sacrifice is much more than that.
The Promised Place
After the trial, the four warriors gathered again in the center of the Forgotten Land. There was a bit more vicissitudes in their eyes, but the determination and light were even more dazzling. Zhao Ming raised the sword of light and pointed the tip into the distance: "The real challenge is over. Now, let us go to the source of light and darkness to complete our mission."
Li Zixue, Su Mo, the young survivor and Yueyue, their figures merge into one under the sunset, heading towards a common goal, their hearts filled with longing for the future and trust in each other.
"No matter what the road ahead is, light will eventually shine in every corner." Yueyue wrote in her diary, her writing full of confidence and hope.
At this moment, the ground seemed to shake slightly, as if in response to their determined will. A strange light rose from their feet, surrounded them, and then condensed into a picture, foreshadowing the coming difficulties and glory.
"Look!" Su Mo exclaimed, pointing to the intertwined scenes of light and shadow, "It's a fragment of the future, the decisive battle between light and darkness...and..."
In the picture, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure stands on the ruins, holding a sword of light and carrying a heavy fate. Surrounded by countless fallen figures, there are also humans and fantasy creatures fighting side by side to fight against the profound evil. dark.
"That's...us?" Yueyue couldn't believe it, her fingers trembled slightly, and she recorded this shocking prophecy wherever she put her pen.
"It's not just a prophecy, it's a test of our faith." Zhao Ming said solemnly, "Everyone's choice will affect the direction of this war."
The mysterious traveler caressed the old wounds under his robe with a far-reaching gaze: "Our journey is never fought alone. Every heart and every belief is an important force against the darkness."
The young survivor clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination: "I was afraid, but now, I am willing to give everything for this light."
Li Zixue lightly closed the book of wisdom, gently but firmly: "The wise man tells us that the power of the soul transcends everything. As long as our hearts are pure and strong enough, the light will dispel all darkness."
They looked at each other without saying anything, and a silent understanding and power flowed between the four of them. At this moment, the ground in the center of the Forgotten Land slowly opened, revealing the legendary door - the door to the source of light and darkness.
"The time has come." Zhao Ming took a step forward, and the sword of light automatically shined, guiding the road ahead.
"Together." The other three people responded in unison, and they followed closely and stepped into the unknown and challenging portal.
The villagers saw this scene from a distance, with awe and hope intertwined in their hearts. "Can they really bring us light?" The question is mixed with more trust and prayer.
The moment the door closed, the entire Forgotten Land seemed to be whispering: "Children of light, history will remember your bravery and sacrifice. Go forward until the end of the world."
The foreign wind carries a strange fragrance and blows over the ancient ruins on the other side of the continent. They lie quietly in the depths of the lush jungle, like sleeping giants, waiting for the brave man to wake them up. After Zhao Ming and his team experienced the trial in the Forgotten Land, they became famous and became heroes in the hearts of countless people. Now, a sealed letter with an ancient totem leads them on a new journey - crossing the ocean to explore a mysterious land forgotten by the world, where secrets that can subvert the world are hidden.
"This totem... is said to be the symbol of the ancient kingdom, and is said to be closely related to the source of light." Yueyue studied the parchment map in her hand carefully, with a desire for the unknown in her eyes.
"No matter what, since we have chosen this road, we must go on." Su Mo looked at the rolling waves in the distance with a solemn expression.
The days at sea were long and boring, and the occasional schools of fish and seabirds jumping out of the sea became their only scenery. However, during a sudden storm, they were drawn into a whirlpool hidden in the center of the storm. When everything calmed down, they found that they had miraculously arrived at an unknown coast.
"It seems that fate always likes to add some unexpected episodes to our journey." The mysterious traveler looked at the first ray of sunshine in the new world, with a mysterious smile on his lips.
This continent is full of primitive wild beauty, with huge trees covering the sky and sun, exotic flowers and plants emitting a strange light, and deep in the jungle, an ancient ruins are looming, exuding a fascinating atmosphere.
"Here... there is an indescribable feeling of familiarity." Zhao Ming held the Sword of Light tightly and walked into the ruins of the ancient city.
Inside the ancient city, the intricate passages and maze-like architectural structures seem to be specially designed to test outsiders. They encountered various traps, and every step may trigger unknown dangers. However, guided by wisdom and courage, they overcame them one by one and went deep into the hinterland.
"These murals... record epic wars." Li Zixue pointed to the mottled paintings on the walls and interpreted ancient legends.
In the deepest part of the city ruins, they found a sealed altar, with a bright gem suspended in the center, emitting a soft and warm light, which was one of the fragments of the source of light.
"Is this...the goal of our trip?" The young survivor stared at the gem, his eyes full of shock.
"Not only that, it also guides us to find the remaining fragments of light and prevent the spread of darkness." Zhao Ming's words revealed unprecedented determination.
Just as they were about to take out the fragments, a distant and majestic voice sounded in the air: "Outside warriors, you have proven your worth. But this light is not easy to come by..."
As the voice fell, a huge stone statue came to life and turned into a guardian, standing in front of them.
"I am Arthurs, the ancient guardian of light. Only by passing my trial can you obtain the fragments." There was both scrutiny and expectation in the guardian's eyes.
A battle about faith and will unfolded silently. There was no sword or sword, but it was more intense than any duel. In the end, Zhao Ming and others impressed Arthur with their firm belief in the light and selfless spirit of sacrifice.
"You are the true bringers of light." Arthur's voice was full of recognition, and then he slowly handed the fragments of light into Zhao Ming's hands, "But remember, light and darkness will always coexist, and maintaining balance is the real challenge.”
The moment they got the fragments of light, a warm power surged through their bodies. They seemed to be able to feel the subtle changes in the entire world, and an unprecedented sense of responsibility arose spontaneously.
"When we return to our world, what we will face will be more difficult challenges." Zhao Ming held the pieces of his heart tightly and said to his companions.
"We face it together." The four of them stood side by side, with the ancient city disappearing behind them and a new chapter waiting for them to explore in front of them.
Just as they were preparing to leave the ancient city, a gust of wind blew by, bringing with them a distant murmur, like a whisper from the earth or a distant call.
"Listen, what's that sound?" Yueyue listened intently, her face full of doubts.
"It's a call, a request for help from afar." Li Zixue closed her eyes, as if she could feel the fluctuating emotions, "Someone is struggling under the shroud of darkness."
The mysterious traveler nodded and said: "Isn't it the responsibility of the Son of Light to lead the lost to find the light? We cannot ignore it."
The young survivor clenched his fists and looked resolutely: "No matter how difficult and dangerous the road ahead is, I will never back down as long as it is for the sake of the light."
They followed the guidance of the voice, passed through dense forests, crossed mountains and rivers, and finally came to a small village eroded by darkness. The faces of the villagers were pale, and their eyes were full of fear and despair. Everything in the village seemed so dead, even the wind had a hint of coolness.
"Save us..." A child's voice trembled, his eyes shining with the last glimmer of hope.
Zhao Ming inserted the sword of light into the ground. In an instant, circles of warm light spread out with the sword as the center, dispelling the surrounding darkness. For the first time, bright smiles bloomed on the children's faces.
"It's the light! It's the messenger of light!" The villagers gathered around, their surprise and gratitude beyond words.
"How did you do it?" an old man asked tremblingly, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Because we believe that light can always find cracks and illuminate the darkness." Li Zixue replied gently. She took out an ancient rune from the book of wisdom and gently placed it in the old man's palm. "This light, It will also belong to you.”
The village's revival was like lighting a fire in the dark land, and the news spread quickly. More and more people who are threatened by darkness begin to look for Zhao Ming and others, seeking help and shelter.
"Are they really the legendary Lightbringers? They look no different from us." Someone in the crowd whispered.
"It's different, they have a different fire in their hearts, the courage and determination to risk everything for the light." Another person sighed.
Just as Zhao Ming and the others were helping one village after another regain their light, a greater crisis quietly approached. The dark forces became aware of the existence of these light messengers and began to plot a conspiracy against them.
"We can't sit still and wait for death." The mysterious traveler said solemnly, "In the darkness, there is a force gathering in an attempt to swallow up all the light." "Then we must face the difficulties and never let their conspiracy succeed." Su Mo He clenched the bow and arrow in his hand, with the fire of battle burning in his eyes. (End of chapter)