The years fade away the dust clouds with the eternal heel sound
While it lasts for a while, it turns sadness into transparency
The face covers the desolation with a pale shape, and the desolation polishes the universe
The ice field stitches together the continent and the glass, and the nostalgia burns despair into longing
Birds funeral light
The sea touches the stars
You are more permanent than eternal
It’s longer than it is too long
You wear legends, you fill the bottom of the sea with sorrow
You move slowly towards the end of the world
How much scenery was there at that time, how much desolation was there
The sun is inlaid on your thin shoulders
Put the future into darkness
Take the past as false
You are the king of ice and snow, you are the snow of the last days
Many years later, I stand on the shore where a swimming stone is erected, facing the sea, facing my kingdom, facing my subjects, facing the ups and downs of the mortal world, facing the sky. Grail Snowbird burst into tears.
Those years rumbled overhead. Sweeping, spreading, burning the deep pain in my heart like a fire.
It seems that only a short day has passed, and it seems that a long millennium has passed. What kind of cosmic changes must go through before the light can illuminate your side face that has been buried in the shadow?
My memory of the entire Ice and Snow Empire is divided into many parts. Looking back now, it’s like a long journey. From life to death, one stop after another intermittent connection.
Sometimes clear, sometimes chaotic. Memories are blown into fireflies by the wind and snow. For a long time after I became an adult, I would dream that I was standing on an empty and desolate ice field, with the apocalyptic snow rolling around me, and I looked blankly at the end of the world. Such a dream is like an infinite tragedy, but also a slightly merciful fable.
My name is Ka Suo. I grew up in the snowy fog forest. I was accompanied by a wizard who was too old to remember her age. She asked me to call her mother-in-law, and she called me prince. I am the eldest son of the Snow Empire. I grew up with my younger brother, his name is Ying Kongshi. The two of us are the only two remaining illusionists in the Huanxue Empire.
Actually, in our empire, there are still many illusionists. Together, they have become the pinnacle of illusion in the entire empire. gods. But then, they died one after another. Leave me and my brother to continue the lineage of illusionists.
On the territory of our empire—in fact, until I became an adult, I couldn’t say exactly how big the territory of the Huanxue Empire was. It depicts the simple starting point of “Langshan” in the west and “Binghai” in the east, “Xingyou Spring” in the north and “Green Sea” in the south. I don’t know much about the area surrounded by these four points.
——On this territory, there are many, many races, among which our wizard family is the most honorable. And the nobles among the nobles are the royal blood composed of illusionists. Others include the Xingxiu family that I am more familiar with. They have been serving as the astrologers of the empire since a long time ago. Others include the Wule tribe, the witch doctor tribe, and so on. They occupy a certain territory of the empire respectively, and they do not interfere with each other.
Of course, in the depths of the ice sea, there is the most mysterious family of mermaids. The queen mother once told me that the person with the strongest illusion in the entire empire is probably the magician who has never shown up in the mermaid clan. They have been sleeping in the darkness of the submarine canyon for many years, and if they wake up, it will be as terrifying as a tsunami. I even heard from my mother-in-law that 100 sorcerers united could turn a huge continent into a swamp of death in an instant. She said that when those sorcerers acted silently, they floated in the wind like shiny white souls, and no one had seen their real appearance.
I always found them particularly scary when I was a child. But the mother-in-law also said that they haven’t appeared on the Magic Snow Continent for many years.
My name means Black City in the Illusion Codex, and my brother’s name translates to Shadow of Phantom Snow. We have different mothers and the same father, the current king of the Huanxue Empire. My royal father is the greatest king in the history of the Ice Snow Empire. He disintegrated almost all the forces of the Fire Clan on the other side of the ice sea in the Holy War two hundred years ago. And that battle also caused almost irreparable damage to my royal family. My three brothers and two sisters died in that battle that lasted ten years, so the illusionists in the family are only me and Sakura Kong Shi, and countless wizards, astrologers, and swordsmen died in that battle. Although the emperor also sent top wizards to the depths of the ice sea canyon in an attempt to seek the support of the sorcerers, none of the wizards who went there ever came back.
In my memory, there are figures constantly falling down on the boundless snow, their corpses making a dull sound when they fall to the ground under the silent sky.
You can’t imagine how shocking those images are, and you can’t understand the sadness of seeing corpses piled up in dirty snow. But these are the scenery that adorned my window when I was young.
That thrilling battle has become an untouchable scar in everyone’s memory, but in my memory, there are only sharp and whistling icicles all over the sky and fires covering the whole earth, the sky is empty and cold white, And the earth is ablaze.
I was in the palace, beside the warm stove, in the fur of the graceful thousand-year-old snow fox, I saw the stern face of the father and the frowning of the mother. Whenever there was news of death in battle outside, I would always see my father’s burly body trembling slightly, and my mother’s tears falling down. And the red flame outside the window has become the most vivid picture in my childhood memory. The background sound of the picture is the desperate cries of my brothers and sisters. This kind of cries appeared in my dreams and lasted for a long time. I struggled to wake up, and always saw the blurred and old face of my mother-in-law. She stroked my cheek with her warm and rough palm, smiled at me, and said: My prince, they will wait for you in front, and you will always love each other. See. I was very scared and asked her: Then I will die too? She laughed and said: Ka Suo, you are the future king, how could you die.
I was 99 years old at that time, and I was too young to even qualify as a wizard, so many years later, my memory of that jihad is blurred. When I asked my mother-in-law, she always said to me with a smile on her face: My dear prince, when you become king, you will know everything.
My brother has almost no memory of that battle. Whenever I mentioned the jihad to him, he always smiled insincerely, wickedly and sweetly as a child. He said: The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Brother, this is the law of nature, so don’t be sad. After he’s done talking, he’ll lean in and kiss my brow.
Sometimes I think my younger brother is too cruel and indifferent, but sometimes I think he is passionate and insane. Also, he doesn’t dwell on that past history like I do. When I read the scrolls intermittently recorded about the Jihad period in the side hall full of scrolls, he always slept next to him, or used illusion to summon snowy lions or unicorns to play with them. He has no nostalgia for the past.
He told me: Brother, I think the future is the most important thing. Those are the long years we are going to live.
Ying Kongshi and I lived in exile for 30 years, after the holy war ended. I remember that at the end of the battle, the Fire Clan had already attacked under the Snow City of our Ice Clan. At that time, I saw the red hair and pupils of the Fire Clan elves, saw the flames spreading in the sky, and saw countless Ice Clan wizards fighting in the fire. Melting, their mournful cries pierced the blue sky.
I remember standing on the high tower of Renxue City, the wind was blowing from all directions to fill my robes. I asked my father: Father, will we be killed? Father didn’t answer, his face was stern and haughty, in the end he just shook his head, his movements were slow but his expression was firm, like the strongest ice on the Imaginary Snow Mountain.
That night, my brother and I were escorted out of the city by 40 great wizards, wrapped in black robes, flying on both sides of our carriage. The wind rattled their cloaks. I remember that when I left, I kept looking at the ever-shrinking Renxue City behind me, and suddenly tears flowed down my face. As the tears flowed down, I heard a high-pitched cry across the pale sky above the Snow Empire, and I knew it was my sister’s unicorn. My younger brother wrapped Xuehu’s cloak tightly. He looked at me and asked in a low voice: Brother, will we be killed? I looked into his eyes, then hugged him tightly, and I said to him: No, we are the best and most powerful protoss in the world.
The 40 great wizards who escorted Shi and me were killed one after another on the way out of the city, and none of them survived. In the carriage, I kept seeing the corpses of fire elves and wizards lying on both sides of the post road. Among them, I saw Ji Quan who grew up with me in the snowy fog forest. She was such a cute little girl, born with powerful spiritual power, but she also died, on a cliff. A red three-half sword pierced through her chest, nailing her to a black cliff. The wind blew her long silver-white hair and white magic robe, fluttering like huge silver flowers. I remember that she hadn’t closed her eyes when the carriage passed the cliff, and I heard her talking to me through her white pupils, she said: Ka Suo, my noble prince, you must live strong.
I remember that the last wizard who fell was Keto, the royal guard. My brother and I got out of the carriage, and the unicorn that carried us also fell. Keto knelt on the ground, lying behind him. The corpses of the three fire magicians are flowing red blood that I have never seen before.
Keto caressed my face, pointed to the horizon ahead and said to me: Prince Ka Suo, the entrance to the mortal world is ahead, I can no longer protect you. He smiled at me, his young and handsome face was covered with snowflakes, I saw the white blood flowing out of the sword wound on his chest, falling drop by drop on the black ground and spreading out. His gaze began to slacken, and his last voice kept calling my name: Ka Suo, Ka Suo, the future king, you must live strong, my dear prince, Ka Suo… On the snow-covered ground, I suddenly felt unprecedented fear. Shi held my face in his hands and asked me: Brother, will we be killed? I looked at Shi’s young face, and I said: No, Shi, brother will protect you, you will live forever and become the future king.
It is already winter, and the first snow fell in the Illusory Snow Empire. Winter in the Illusory Snow Empire will last for ten years. And it will snow every day for ten years. Then comes the brief spring, summer, autumn. Add up is only a short year.
So living in the Illusory Snow Empire feels like traveling through the long winter forever. I looked up at the heavy snow in the sky, and thought of the snow-fog forest. In the snow-fog forest, there is never heavy snow, and the four seasons are never distinct. It seems that it is always late spring and early summer, and there will always be a warm glow like the setting sun in the entire forest. Slowly through.
There was a chirping of flying birds in the sky, I turned my head and saw Ying Kongshi under the cherry tree. The branches and leaves of the cherry blossoms have all withered, leaving sharp dead branches piercing the blue sky, Shi’s figure looks so lonely. He looked at me with a smile. His hair had already grown to the ground, while mine had just reached my ankles. The spiritual power of the Ice Race illusion is measured by the length of the hair, so Shi should have stronger illusions than mine. Summoning ability. He has been a very talented child since he was a child.
Shi looked at me with a bright and innocent smile, and he said: Brother, it’s snowing, the first snow this winter.
Snowflakes fell all over his hair, his shoulders, and his young and handsome face, but there was no snowflake on my body. I asked him: Shi, why don’t you use illusion to block the snowflakes? I raised my hand to prop up the illusion barrier on his head, he raised his left hand, clasped his ring finger with his thumb, and gently dispelled my illusion. Then he said to me: Brother, do you hate snowflakes falling on you so much?
He looked at me with a hidden sadness in his smile. Then he turned and left, looking at his back, I felt vaguely sad in my heart, this is the person with the longest hair and the strongest illusion in the entire Illusory Snow Empire, this is the only one who doesn’t use illusion to shield Luoxue, this is me The only younger brother, the person I love the most in this life, Ying Kongshi.
In the 30 years of exile in the mortal world, I have hardly learned any illusion. I can only turn water into ice sculptures of various small animals and make a living by doing so. And we have to keep walking to avoid the pursuit of the Fire Clan. Once, a man took all my ice sculptures, but didn’t give me any money. Shi stood in front of him, bit his lips, and looked at him without saying a word. The man threw Shi Tui to the ground. So I picked up a bowl of wine and walked up to him and handed it to him. The man smiled ferociously, and he said, “Little bastard, do you want to poison me with poisoned wine?” So I took a sip of the wine, then smiled and said to him: So you are so afraid of death. The man was furious, took the bowl and drank it down, and said: I’m afraid of you, a little bastard. Then he died. When his eyes widened in disbelief before he died, I said to him: You are wrong, I am not a bastard, my blood is pure.
I just turned the wine that flowed into his body into ice, into the shape of a three-half sword, piercing through his chest.
That was the first time in my life to kill someone, and it was also the first time I discovered that mortal blood was different from ours, not white, but fiery bright red. Like the blood of the Fire Nation that hunted us down the road.
I suppressed my fear, but when I looked at Shi, I didn’t understand why there was such a cruel and evil smile on his face. But that smile was fleeting.
When that person fell down, the sky started to snow again. I hugged Shi and stood in the middle of the snow. Shi Wang looked at me and said: Brother, we will never be killed by others again, right? I said: Yes, Shi, no one can kill you, I will protect you with my life, because if I die, you will be the future king.
When I was 139 years old, I met Li Luo, the youngest and greatest wizard in the Snow Empire. When the people of the royal family grow up to 130 years old, they will suddenly become adults from the appearance of a child, so when I walked in the snowy street with Ying Kongshi, who was still a child, everyone thought I am Shi’s father, no one knows that we are the only two remaining princes of the Huanxue Empire. I still remember that when Liluo appeared, the heavy snow on the ground was suddenly rolled up, covering the sky and the sun, and everyone fled in all directions, thinking that there was a natural disaster.
I hugged Shi and stood still, because I didn’t feel any murderous intent. At the end of the snowflakes, Liluo stood tall on top of the unicorn, and heavy snow fell beside her like poplar flowers. She got off the back of the unicorn, came over and knelt down in front of me, folded her hands on her chest, bowed her head and said to me: “My lord, I’m here to take you home.”
That winter was my last winter in the mortal world, the snow was like catkins, and willow was my favorite plant in the mortal world, because its flowers were like the heavy snow in Renxue City, which has been snowing for ten years .
Seven days later, when Shi Youliluo and I stood under Renxue City, I suddenly choked up and couldn’t speak. I was just a child when I fled out of Renxue City, but now, I have grown into a prince who is as handsome and tall as my brothers, the future king of the Huanxue Empire. The city walls that were repaired after the holy war were even more majestic. I saw my father, mother, and all the wizards and astrologers standing on the walls and looking at me. They smiled at me. I heard them calling me and Sakura Kongshi’s name. Shi hugged my neck and asked me: Brother, are we going home yet? Won’t we be killed by those red ones? I kissed Shi’s still childish face and said: Shi, we’re going home.
When the gate of the city opened slowly, I heard the cheers of the court. Amidst the cheers, I took Liluo’s hand and said: I love you, please be my princess.