Raider of the Red Storm

Mocia County many years ago has not been covered by all the flames of war.At that time, the Blackstone Empire appeared to be relatively powerful, and the national life, armaments, and industrial development seemed to be thriving, and an unparalleled and huge empire was expanding wantonly.

At that time, the Misty Mountains and the Forbidden Beasts, the two forbidden areas of the Black Stone, had not yet erupted in the beast tide, and the orcs living deep in the mountains did not dare to go out of the forest!Although the Guineas Empire, the Murin Empire, and the Telunsu Empire were very jealous of Blackstone's possession of a large piece of fertile and rich land, they only dared to stare at it without taking any drastic actions.

Mocia County, as the magic sanctuary of the Blackstone Empire, has bred generations of powerful magicians, and these magicians have been transported to all parts of the empire, frightening the young people.It also made other forces very afraid, adding a heavy bargaining chip to Blackstone's security.

Of course, not all the residents of Mocia County want to be magicians, and many dreams are bred here.Some of the children want to be knights, some want to be prominent officials, some want to be wealthy, and some aspire to become the world's number one swordsman.

A cute kid born with silver hair, he has strange purple pupils, which makes him look very charming and charming, but his little friends don't think so.

"Big white head, little old man, born with 66!"

"Black eyes, blue eyes, purple eyes are born rabbits!"

"Come on, Nie Shen, you bastard, we will scold you, what else can you do? You are so weak that we can beat you up casually."

"Oh, this little old man won't fight with us anymore, it's really boring, I don't even feel like bullying him anymore!"

"Forget it, let's go, what's the use of bullying this wild child without a father!"

At this time, the silver-haired boy got up from the ground covered in dirt, and shouted: "You are not allowed to leave, I have not lost yet, I am going to become the world's number one swordsman, how could I lose to you kids! After finishing speaking, he punched a fat kid hard on the face again.

Immediately, the little fat man with oily hair and flour noodles was furious, and shouted: "It seems that this guy doesn't have a long memory, brothers, come on me, beat this guy hard, let him taste our power! We, Hongye Town Seven Howe can't even deal with a little beggar like him?"

"Yes, beat him!" Another child echoed loudly.Immediately, the seven children fought back with fists and kicks on the silver-haired boy. Although the silver-haired boy was able to fight back, his fists were no match for fourteen hands. After a chaotic fight, he was often the one who received the most beatings.The beautiful silver hair on the back of the head was also stained with a lot of dust, like a few drops of thick ink on clean rice paper, which was extremely discordant.

The setting sun was slightly warm, and the setting sun hung red in the sky, making the red leaves in Hongye Town even more dazzling and beautiful. This silver-haired young man sat on the side of the road caringly, wiping his tears, kneading the bruises on his body, and grinning in pain.

A tall man walked over swaying from side to side, his messy blond hair seemed to have not been taken care of for a long time, and the red rosacea on the top of his mouth was really good-looking. The silver-haired boy was very happy when he saw the slightly drunk man. He ran to his side, hugged the tall man's thigh, and shouted excitedly: "Dad, dad! I fought with them today, but I never gave up! That dead fat pig was beaten to tears by me, always One day I will become the number one swordsman in the world!"

"Call master, I'm not your father!" The tall man rubbed the silver-haired boy's hair vigorously and shouted.

"Oh...Master." The silver-haired boy seemed to have been greatly wronged, his lips were tightly pressed, and tears rolled back and forth in his eyes.

Seeing the appearance of the silver-haired boy, the tall man narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of warmth and kindness flashed, he took the child's dirty little hand and said softly: "Go, come home with me, little Shenshen! What do you want to eat? Do it for you."

"I'm not hungry, I have to practice swords later! I just don't understand why you don't let me use 'Qi'? If that's the case, it's not a matter of beating those seven idiots a few times. How can you let them be so proud!" The silver-haired boy was still brooding over what happened before.

"The sky that belongs to you is vast. The reason why I don't let you use it is because I don't want you to get carried away. The most important thing is that I don't want you to have no friends. These little fat guys who are fighting with you now may belong to Xiao Shenshen in the future." Where's my friend?" The tall man explained patiently.

At this moment, an aunt with a wooden basin passed by, and the silver-haired boy hurriedly saluted him and said, "Aunt Sheila, are you going to do the laundry? You are getting more and more beautiful now!"

"Ah, it's little Nie Shen, you're becoming more and more polite!" The aunt's face immediately turned red when she heard someone praise her.

"Thank you for your compliment, Aunt Sheila." The silver-haired boy saluted the aunt again, like a little gentleman.The tall man also showed a kind smile to the aunt, and rubbed the silver-haired boy's head with the other one, but he proudly raised his neck.

"I still want to call you Daddy, so they won't call me a wild child! Because I have never met my Daddy, in my eyes you are my Daddy..." The silver-haired boy suddenly said to the tall man . [

"When you become the number one swordsman in the world, I will recognize you as my son!"

"Then what kind of swordsman is the number one in the world?"

"It's enough to defeat everyone."

"Doesn't that mean you have to defeat Dad? Then I won't be number one in the world."

"Huh? Don't call me daddy, call me master! In this case, I will lower your standards! When your sword can hurt the dragon knight, I will let you call me daddy, and I will allow you to stand side by side with me." Be number one in the world, okay?"

"Okay, okay! Let's pull Gougou, so you can't lie to me."

The red sunset elongated their figures, and the father and son, who were not father and son, drifted away on the path full of red leaf trees.

When the tall man brought the silver-haired boy back to that dilapidated home, the first thing he did was to wipe off the dirt on his body. After cleaning, the silver-haired boy returned to his cute, beautiful and lovable appearance.

The silver-haired boy who looked like a porcelain doll picked up a wooden sword and came to the courtyard, and practiced it in style.

Slashing and stabbing are all simple moves.

"Hold the sword in your hand, hold the sword in your hand, let it integrate with you, so that you can wield the sword as you wish."

"You don't need such a fancy thing, just aim at your target and stab it. The simpler and purer you are, the greater your power will be."

"Contain your aura, the exhaled aura is not necessarily strong, wait for you to restrain them all together, so that you can stab the enemy with the greatest lethality!"

"Okay, I see." The silver-haired boy shouted excitedly, waving the wooden sword in his hand and stabbing at the target in front of him.

"I want to be the number one swordsman in the world."

"I want to call him Daddy!"

"I want to be as powerful as Dad."

The boy's ideal is always pure, he doesn't even know how powerful his father is.Just work hard, work hard, and work hard toward the ideal here.

Day after day without any skills, I practiced non-stop, from a child to a teenager, from a boy to a young man, the red leaf tree was still the same as the years changed, until one day the tall and strong man died suddenly, but the silver-haired boy turned around because of his grudge. Failure to call daddy, missed this more important ideal than being the number one swordsman in the world...

Missed, the deceased is not here.A child wants to support but does not wait for a kiss...

The memory of the silver-haired boy is frozen in that year, that autumn, that red leaf forest, and that intimate smile!