He changed Tiwat

He had already made a mistake once before in "The Gate of the Eagle." He thought that what he did for Yura might not be something Yura would appreciate.

Understanding a girl's heart is one of the most difficult things in the world.

What truly matters to Yura? Family? Friendship? Love? Or perhaps her obsession with revenge? Or is it her protection of Mondstadt? But five hundred years ago, Mondstadt had no Lawrence, no one Yura cherished, and Yura hadn't even existed in this world yet. What could she possibly be obsessed with in this Mondstadt of five hundred years ago?

Surely she doesn't want to start clearing Lawrence's name five hundred years ago?

But who can this whitewashing be done for? Rustan isn't named Lawrence.

Han Fulai really needs time to think things through.

The bigger problem is that he doesn't have time.

He had to make a quick decision: should he continue playing Rustan, trying to find that elusive "Flower of the Wind," or should he run away, wait for a scene change, and come back next time?

While he hesitated, the dragon Durin continued to fly rapidly towards Mondstadt, and Han Fulai could already see Durin's black wings that blotted out the sky in the distance.

This dragon was at least ten times the size of any Dvalin he had ever seen; it was like a flying mountain.

After all, it was its remains that formed "Sleeping Dragon Valley".

Of course, as the elemental dragon king, Dvalin probably shrunk his body when he is not in combat, and Han Fulai has also seen the equally huge demon god Oser, so Dulin's dragon body cannot be considered particularly extraordinary.

Even so, the visual oppression it brings is already quite strong.

Even more terrifying were the dark clouds that rolled in along with Dulin's body, and the torrential rain falling from within them.

Black rain.

Chapter 322: Revealing Ancient Events (15)

Black sky, black dragon, black clouds, black rain.

Born in darkness and raised in darkness, the demonic dragon Dulin from the ancient kingdom of Black Sun seems to be born with darkness. Wherever it goes, the world changes color.

In fact, in Han Fulai's eyes, this ability to change celestial phenomena was not unusual; he had seen plenty of "exterior scenes."

Characters like Osel and Bazha make their entrances with storms and waterspouts. Their special effects are more than enough to be shown in a disaster movie. Dulin's accompanying storm, however, falls short in terms of sheer power.

However, a slight decrease in imposing presence does not equate to a decrease in power.

Rather, the damage caused by Dulin's black rain is even greater than that of the water tornado of the demon god Oser.

Because those dark clouds and raindrops contain deadly poison—

The poison of humus.

Even the elemental dragon king Dvalin can be corroded by the humic poison.

Dulin is not only a demonic dragon, but also a poisonous dragon.

Its poisonous blood can cause Dvalin five hundred years of unbearable suffering, and the "Sword of Decay," forged from its remains, possesses the extraordinary ability to devour flesh and blood and influence people's hearts. The poisonous rain it brings is equally terrifying.

According to Mondstadt's historical records, lands drenched by Dürin's poisonous rains become barren and take at least a century to recover—for a nation whose main industry is agriculture, Dürin's poisonous rains are the most terrifying.

The humic poison is like nuclear contamination, and Dulin, this venomous dragon, is essentially a large-scale "dirty bomb." It doesn't even need to actually destroy anything; just flying around Mondstadt a few times is enough to turn Mondstadt into a dead zone with its black rain.

The people of Mondstadt are still able to eat today, and even have surplus grain to brew wine, all thanks to Rustan, who led Dürin to the Dragonspine Mountains. It is no exaggeration to say that he saved all of Mondstadt.

Unfortunately, all of this has been buried in the dust of history—the Mondstadt people only know that Dorustan died in the chaos of war, but they do not know the cause of his death.

There are countless poems praising that "Battle of the Two Dragons," but not a single one is dedicated to this acting commander who died in obscurity.

What would that "young wolf" in history have been thinking in its final moments?

He should be gratified by his sacrifice, for protecting the people he wanted to protect, right?

...For a guardian, the most important thing is the object of their protection.

Seeing the approaching dragon, Han Fulai finally made up his mind.

--Walk.

Han Fulai ran down the watchtower at top speed and mounted Rustan's warhorse.

His first priority upon entering this dream was to awaken Yura.

He's not here to play Rustam.

They're not here to defend Mondstadt.

Rustan's heroic act did indeed prevent Mondstadt from being corrupted by the dragons, but it also led to his own death... In his dream, Mondstadt didn't care what happened to him, but he couldn't let anything happen to Yura. If Rustan were here, he probably wouldn't want Rosalind to die with him either, would he?

Moreover, looking at it from another angle, letting Durin go and destroy Mondstadt might even stimulate Yura's consciousness to revive.

Furthermore, in history, it was Barbatos and Dvalin who truly defeated the dragon Durin, not Rustan.

If we had let Dulin go, Barbatos might have woken up sooner, and Rustan might not have had to risk his life...

According to popular accounts of the "Battle of the Two Dragons" in Mondstadt, Barbatos awoke because of the poisonous rain from Durin:

In the past, the dragon Durin, jealous of Mondstadt's glory, attacked, ravaging the plains and causing widespread suffering.

When Dulin's black wings blotted out the sun, a dark, poisonous cloud spread across the sky.

The proud Thousand Winds could no longer bear the highly toxic, corrosive liquid floating in the clouds, and black rain poured down from the clouds.

The people wept for the barren land, which disturbed the wind god who was sleeping in the forest.

The god of wind was awakened by the weeping, his heart deeply pierced by the despairing silence.

Thus, Dvalin was summoned and braved the fierce winds to pierce the towering poisonous clouds...

The right thing to do is to get the people in charge out of the situation sooner rather than later. To be honest, if Barbatos had woken up earlier, Rustan might not have died at all.

Back then, Rustan didn't know how to awaken Barbatos... but Han Fulai did.

As a gamer, he knew exactly where a certain green bard was hibernating right now—the great oak tree of Windrise.

Han Fulai believed that if Rustan knew that Barbatos had been sleeping in the wind all along, Rustan would definitely be the first to rush over and wake him up.

He was now preparing to wake Barbatos from this dream.

Anyway, even if you play Rustam until the very end, Barbatos still has to come out to wrap things up, so why not wake him up earlier? As for how to wake him up... the ancient sage Zhang Fei Yide of the Han Dynasty said: "Let me go behind the house and set a fire, and see if he gets up or not?"

At worst, we can just burn that "sacred tree" down.

Rustan's warhorse was quite magnificent, and Han Fulai spurred it on, covering several miles in no time.

Looking back, the dark cloud was already close to Cape Lookout.

The dragon's flight speed was indeed much faster than that of a horse. Han Fulai only hoped to reach the Windrise Land before Dulin caught up with him and awaken Barbatos.

Just then, his warhorse suddenly neighed and reared up, almost throwing him off.

Han Fulai was startled, thinking he had encountered a monster blocking his way—but the surrounding area was empty, and there was no monster blocking his way at all.

What's wrong with this horse?

Han Fulai was about to raise his hand to whip the horse to gallop faster when he found that he couldn't move his hand.

His hand, or rather Rustan's hand, was gripping the reins tightly.

He had just stopped the warhorse himself.

Han Fulai was quite certain that this was not something he wanted to do.

So... this is Yura's will?

Han Fulai was unsure whether to be happy or worried.

Fortunately, his judgment was correct; Yura was indeed attached to Rustan.

What worries him is that... Yura's thoughts seem to be at odds with his own; the meaning of her pulling on the reins is self-evident—she doesn't want to run.

Thinking about it carefully, that Yura was indeed the kind of person who, when her identity was exposed during an infiltration and search, simply drew her sword and fought her way through the enemy camp; she was also the kind of person who dared to confront the remnant soul of Durin head-on in the snowy mountains; and she was even more daring to run away from home at the tender age of 18, venturing alone to Mondstadt, this "enemy territory"...

When it comes to courage, Yura is second to none.

Even if she doesn't remember her own name yet, she is determined not to be a "deserter".

...This is troublesome.

He and Yura are now like two pilots sharing a Rustam Gundam, vying for control... and clearly, Yura has the upper hand, after all, she is the master of the dream.

Before he "time-traveled," Yura was playing Rustan. She's probably seething with anger right now, feeling that her last-minute defection ruined the great hero's image...

This is how to do?

Chapter 323 A hero cannot desert his post!

Yura was indeed holding back a lot of anger.

Before Han Fulai entered her dream, she had been Rustam for a long time.

She remembered how she worked in the fields with her father, bowing and scraping before the sons of the Gunnhilds.

She also remembered that the son of the Gunnhildr family fought with her with a fake greatsword and a long tree branch. Inexplicably, they became friends and he started coming to her to play the Hero Game whenever he had free time.

It's supposed to be a hero game, but every time it's the Gunnhildr's son who plays the hero, while she plays some damn Lawrence nobleman. And how can a noble family be so pathetic? They can't even afford a bodyguard, and every time she has to go into battle and get beaten up by the hero. It's infuriating.

Ah, and there's the laurel wreath she wove herself. It was clearly agreed that this was a golden wreath only nobles and royalty could wear, but that bastard Elendrin stole it after defeating her and never gave it back… She's even angrier now.

Later, she and that boy went to explore the wolf forest in the middle of the night and found a secret treasure from five hundred years ago. They made a vow to the heroes of their predecessors to carry on their legacy and change the injustices of the world...

Then, she joined the Knights of Favonius with that guy, became a knight, and was taken in as a squire by the descendant of the great hero Rivendell, the previous Knight of the North Wind.

Later, by chance, she joined an organization called "The Guardians".

She began to don a black cloak, concealing the knight's emblem and face beneath it.

She tied her hair with a purple headband, a fabric blessed by the church's magic, which could be used as a bandage to stop bleeding in an emergency.

The "glint in the dark alley" in her hand became a beacon of judgment that chilled the hearts of thieves and villains.

Later, the previous Knight of the North Wind fell seriously ill and, on his deathbed, entrusted his treasured Guardian Emblem to the new Knight of the North Wind, Rustan, who then shouldered a heavy burden.

She cleared many obstacles, and eventually, Erendrin sat on the throne of Grand Master, while she became his deputy and shadow.

She secretly traveled through Mondstadt under the moonlight, carrying out unfettered tasks that should have been done, but not by knights who were supposed to be upright and honorable.

She became taciturn, spending her days with documents at her desk, and began grooming a successor for the future...

"Why don't you try having a drink once in a while? It'll help you relax your brow, sing a song while you're drunk... and then you'll have the courage to face tomorrow!" Ellen Deline liked to get others drunk when she was drunk, but at this moment she was strong enough not to let such a drunkard succeed. A drunken lion was no match for a wolf cub.

If you say you'll quit drinking, then you mean it; a man should keep his word.

The only time she was prepared to break her vow was to help Rosalyn celebrate her admission to the Order of the Church—she had promised Rosalyn that they would drink until they were drunk.

Moreover, that was a moment she had carefully prepared for, a moment to exchange marriage vows.

Besides the hourglass, she also had a beautiful bouquet of purple irises hidden in her arms, which she planned to give to Rosalyn.

The flowers were never delivered.

While enjoying Rosalyn's singing, she somehow fell asleep, perhaps because she had stayed up late working overtime the night before.

What happened next was like a dream to her... She felt as if her soul had left her body, watching her every move from the sky.

But now, she's awake.

Rosalyn is gone, Ellen Delin is gone, Roland is gone... She will be the one to protect the home they returned to.

She admitted that there might be some cowardice in her heart... perhaps she would have had the thought of running away when faced with the overwhelming darkness... In fact, she did run away from the dragon Dulin.

Seriously...it's infuriating.

It turns out that all of a person's suffering is essentially anger at their own powerlessness.

The pain brought her to her senses.

That anger allowed her to reclaim herself.

That's all.

Yura turned her horse around, spurred it on, and drew her longsword from her waist, heading towards the direction from which the demonic dragon was attacking.

In the darkness that blankets the skies of Mondstadt, "The Flash in the Dark Alley" is the only light.

She is a knight who wields the prototype of the "Windhawk Sword," a powerful figure who created the "West Wind Sword Technique," and a "genshin" capable of achieving miracles in the eyes of the world!

She recalled once again that night more than twenty years ago when she and Ellendrin stood outside Wolfrune.

She remembers that she was actually very scared.

There wasn't a ray of light in the dark forest. She no longer wanted to play any more hero games; she just wanted to go home.

What did Erendrin say back then—