Legend of Valoran

The Holy Realm, a world different from Valoran.

The aborigines here have a brilliant sacred magic civilization, and the entire continent and endless ocean are under the rule of the Holy Empire.

Human races, dragon races, protoss, demons and many other races are all loyal to the leader of the protoss who started the sacred era-the Holy Emperor.

According to legend, tens of thousands of years ago, the holy world was not called the holy world. There were many clans in the holy world at that time.

I don't know when, rumors that sacred magic and dark magic are stronger and weaker have spread on the mainland.

As the two most powerful races at the time, the Protoss and the Demons had a fierce dispute. Later, in order to prove that the magic represented by each is the strongest in the world, the two clans openly competed.

However, this did not calm the two races' eagerness to compete. They even carried out assassinations in private. The situation is getting worse, and the relationship between the two races has reached the point of war.

In order to completely step on each other's feet, the two races began to draw other races to join their camp. As the camp expanded step by step, the entire continent was caught in the panic of war.

After hundreds of years of chaos, the demons were forced to retreat to the southwest corner of the mainland by the protoss camp. After resisting hard for several years, the demons still lost to the protoss camp.

After the defeat of the demons, the protoss high-level gathered all the races under its command, and beheaded all the demigods and gods of all tribes except the protoss, even the races that were obedience to the protoss from the beginning.

After the **** massacre, the leader of the Protoss, the Holy Emperor, declared that all races must submit to the Protoss and created the Holy Empire.

Although the Holy Realm was unified, the hatred of the Protoss towards the demons remained unabated. They divide the demons and other races into three, six or nine classes, with the demons being the lowest, followed by the human race.

Not only that, the Protoss also graded magic. The sacred magic cultivated by the Protoss is the highest level magic, followed by magic such as water, fire, and wind, and finally the dark magic cultivated by the demons.

Except for the Protoss, other low-level races are only equipped to practice the most low-level dark magic. Even with magic such as water, fire, and wind, other races must be approved by the Protoss before they can practice. As for the highest level of sacred magic, personnel of other races must have a certain contribution to the empire before they can practice it.

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Under the narration of an elderly grandfather, Tiran, a fourteen-year-old human girl, listened intently.

No wonder she clamored for Grandpa to teach her magic other than dark magic, but Grandpa refused to agree. It turns out that their human race is just a low-level race in the Holy Realm.

He shook his head disappointingly, and Tiran, who was sitting on the horse, carefully looked at the dark valley, a haze appeared on his immature face.

This quiet and mist-shrouded valley is a moonfall illusion that their human race fears and needs. The reason for fear is that there are many things they can't understand in the territory of Fallen Moon. Even the small black magicians in the clan would die here if they were not careful.

The reason for the need is that the Moonfall Illusion has the Moonfall Demon Flower that their Human Race needs to supply to the Protoss every year.

Looking at the several cars of the Moonfall Demon Flower being dragged by the large group behind him, Tiran couldn't help but tweeted: "The Moonfall Demon Flower obviously helps to practice dark magic. What use does the high Protoss want this broken flower? "

At this moment, the leader in front suddenly exclaimed: "Miss Tiran, it seems that a man about nineteen years old has passed out!"

As soon as Tiran heard this, she jumped off the horse anxiously and walked to the front. And this fainted man was exactly Ye Feng who slept with Ari at the boy's house in the Lost Village.

The old man who had told Tiran about the history of the Holy Realm also came to Tiran's side. He looked at Ye Feng who was holding a fox in the form of Ari, and his brows frowned.

After a long time, he stretched his brows and said hesitantly: "He doesn't look like a person from the Holy Realm."

The girl next to Tiran curiously asked: "Grandpa, how do you know that he is not from the Holy Realm?"

The old man's face calmly said: "Aura, this is not something you can understand now, Tiran, let's not talk about this first, take this child and his fox to the Hui clan."

Tiran stuck his tongue out at the old man and said playfully, "Yes, Grandpa!"

After finishing talking, Tiran ordered the others to take Ye Feng and Ari and walk towards the outside of Lunar Fall.

Not long after the large group left, a pair of hollow and gleaming eyes stared at Ye Feng and Ari who were leaving with the team.

The spiteful expression was unconcealed, and it came out of the crippled man's eyes without hesitation, obviously full of unwillingness and resentment at the departure of Ye Feng and Ari.

...

In the human city, Ye Feng was arranged by the old man in a simple hut in his house.

After a full day of sleep in the bed, Ye Feng woke up dazedly from his sleep. It may be that he slept too dead before. Even if he woke up, he did not immediately find that the old man and Tiran who had saved him and Ari were in the house.

He sat up hard, his head gloomy. Taking a deep breath, he vaguely remembered that he had a terrible nightmare. In the dream, his body became scorched, as if burned by fire, and he turned into a huge monster. His eyes were hollow and empty, shimmering with muddy yellowing.

"Are you awake, young man?" Seeing Ye Feng awake, the old man said at the right time.

As the old man's voice sounded, Ye Feng noticed that there were a charitable old man and a fourteen-year-old girl beside his bed.

"Who are you?" After experiencing some things about Bilgewater, Ye Feng is no longer unsuspecting people as before. He was wary when he saw two strangers in the room when he woke up.

Tiran didn't like Ye Feng's vigilant attitude a little bit. She deliberately said to the old man in a strange way: "Grandpa, look at him, that look like we are bad guys!"

The old man ignored Tiran, but kindly smiled at Ye Feng: "Young man, we found you in the illusion of falling moon, and brought you back."

What is the illusion of falling moon? How did I not hear it being said? And didn’t I sleep with Ari in the boy’s house before? Ye Feng had a lot of doubts in his mind at this moment, and wanted to ask Ahri. But he lowered his head and glanced at the sound of the fox-shaped Ali sleeping, and decided not to disturb her to rest.

After looking at the old man and Tiran vigilantly, Ye Feng asked, "Where is this place?"

Hearing Ye Feng's question, the old man smiled: "This is the Holy Realm Continent."

Holy Land? Ye Feng suddenly had an unknown foreboding. He remembered the last time he and Ari fell into an unknown valley, unable to use the power in his body.

Trying to transport the sword intent and magic power in his body, Ye Feng could not mobilize anything, just like an ordinary human. He began to believe in the old man and the girl in front of him a little, and he and Ari may once again come to the strange world before.

But he still had a fluke, hoping that it was just a problem with his body and temporarily unable to use magic and sword intent. He asked nervously: "Isn't this Varoran?"

Tiran heard this strange name and asked curiously, "Where is Varoran?"

But the old man shot a terrifying divine light in his eyes at this time, and the horrible fluctuation of magic power made Ye Feng think of a demigod.

The old man stared at Ye Feng with scorching eyes, and he could see that the three characters "Valoran" made his thoughts extremely disturbed. He calmed down the stormy sea in his heart, and then said: "Are you from Varoran?"

Ye Feng hesitated, but still said, "Well, isn't it really Varoran here?"

Hearing Ye Feng’s affirmative reply, the old man’s muddy eyes flashed with imperceptible shock and joy: "No, this is a holy world different from Valoran. My name is Jilan, and the girl next to me is My granddaughter Tiran, how about you, young man?"

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