The icy cavern shimmered, and a loud roar echoed through the walls, far and near. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Scott looked down blankly, looking at the long sword he was clenching in his hand, and the insignia of Ni'o on the hilt was soaked in blood, and it no longer looked like water...... It's more like a flickering flame.

"Scott!"

Lydia's voice was a little weirdly sharp in tension and irritation, "What are you doing in a daze?!"

The tomahawk whizzed past him, and the dwarf that followed behind rumbled like a stone bullet into the ice dragon roaring in pain. Scott instinctively raised his sword, his mind still in a trance.

It was a dream—he thought.

Extremely distant dreams. A battle they should be proud of...... Now it's just a nightmare.

He didn't seem to have done anything, and the battle was over. Ankramaras lay on the ice, blood spreading all over the ground, climbing up the four walls, the originally crystal clear cave gradually turned blood red, and he stood there alone, watching its huge body, little by little turning into cold white bones in front of his eyes.

Its empty eyes are like a bottomless whirlpool, with endless hatred and eternal curse.

Is.

He thought in a panic, feeling the weight in his hands. Lowering his head, the ridiculously large dragon egg covered with gray spots was in his hand.

In my memory, the dragon egg was as cold and hard as a stone, and there was no sign of life. However, at this moment, he felt like a ball of magma in his arms.

It scorched his skin and flesh until his bones were charred black, crumbling and falling. He roared in pain and fear, but he didn't seem to make a sound.

But he didn't drop it...... He couldn't throw it down.

It cracked between his broken hands, and a fiery red shadow swept across his face.

Dragon.

A tiny, flame-encased dragon.

But it was as cold as ice when it hit him in the face...... Warm as a soft hug.

Then he was suddenly pulled away, and he could not help himself, and crashed into the dark earth like a star falling from the sky, and in an instant he was shattered to pieces, but he still had to die.

His body was covered with white bones, and there was no boundlessness. When he looked up, there was only one star in the deep dark night, coldly shining with a blood-like red light.

He pushed it into the sky...... He can crush it too.

He stood up, still clutching a long sword in his hand, as if in despair he would not give up a little hope no matter what.

He raised his sword to the sky. The night sky cracked silently, and a golden eye took over everything. It looked down at him with indifference and mockery, pride and cruelty...... Trust and attachment.

The raised right hand hung limply and slammed down on the edge of the bed.

Scott sat up suddenly, his body spasming, his clenched teeth gurgling between his teeth, and it took him a moment to take a breath, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

He was covered in a cold sweat, but so hot that he almost wanted to tear off his own flesh. Perhaps only by letting the magma-like blood in his body flow cleanly could he find a little peace.

But it wouldn't let him go so easily...... He couldn't let himself go like that.

There was a roar outside the window, and he froze for a moment, wondering if he was still in a dream. Then he could tell that it wasn't the ice dragon's dying roar...... It was Xiaobai's voice.

“...... It's you...... How did you get in?" Rumorin's voice rang out, at first a little annoyed and flustered, then quickly calmed down, and even regained a little politeness: "Sorry, you can't come in without permission." ”

Scott rubbed his forehead, grabbed his shirt and put it on his body, and pushed the door open.

The night is quiet, and the starlight is pouring down all over the ground like water, but the uninvited guests standing under the starlight are annoying.

Aaron Mancini bowed respectfully to him and said, "I am only a messenger. ”

He wisely didn't say much—Scott didn't have the patience to listen to him.

The unwelcome messenger carefully handed the scroll he was holding in his arms to Rumorin, but instead of leaving, he stood quietly with his head bowed.

"I need your reply. He said.

Scott glanced at him faintly and tore open the scroll casually.

It was a map, and it looked very old—very old, indeed. It was still a world of elves, with vast forests and wilderness covering what was now a human city, and a few dark red marks were in familiar places.

The reels are long. On the left side of the map is a map of stars, with not all the stars visible in the sky...... Nor is it necessary.

Scott suddenly looked up at the night sky. Of course he knew what was in the stars...... But it should never be on a star map that was drawn many years ago.

The little red light near Angelo is the brightest star in the whole day on the star chart, and it is also the center of the entire star map. The few smaller stars scattered around it have not been traced at all, but they have all been drawn.

Even if it was a forgery, it was enough to say one thing - Ankeland knew everything they did.

Scott took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions that were churning through his heart.

This is not surprising...... He had to stay calm.

He lowered his eyes. On the scroll, a faint light was slowly drawing complex runes and dense handwriting under the starlight, and even if it was just a hurried sweep, his heart was beating uncontrollably.

"It's not immutable. ”

A line of ancient elven words is written casually in the corner. Next to it, another line of text appears to have been newly added.

The pounding heart suddenly stopped, and it hurt heavily. In an instant, the fury roared wildly, engulfing everything.

That's anger he doesn't need to control.

He looked up, his expression still calm, but Mansini, who was standing in front of him, instinctively sensed danger.

He was prepared – no matter what promises he received, he was always prepared. This time, however...... Maybe not enough.

He didn't have time to do anything, Scott's right hand was already on his neck.

It didn't look like a human hand at all, but more like a red-hot iron tong. Mancini could almost smell the scorching stench of his burnt skin, but there was no room for resistance.

Scott lowered his head and spat out a name in his ear.

The body stiffened, and the pupils that had begun to spread contracted violently. The fear finally overwhelmed, engulfing the trance that had been born of disbelief.

He can tell...... As long as he can speak, he can convince anyone......

But Scott has got the proof he needs.

The soft sound of bones shattering has never been so good.

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