"Humanity has been suppressed by the dragons for too long, and now that they have finally won a complete victory, how many people are looking forward to the resurgence of the dragons? Yang Zhuo sighed inwardly, filled the ink in the pen again, turned to the next page, and wrote the closing remarks.

"Originally, the dragons ruled us in human form for nearly 10,000 years, but when there was a man named Fore Si Pei· After the suicide of the human saint, the people finally came to their senses and began to rebel against the dragon in an organized manner. Fire, ice, wind, earth, and darkness enveloped every sanctuary created by the dragons in an instant. When they had to team up with the Night Lord, their days eventually came to an end.

Perhaps we should thank him from the bottom of our hearts. Although the rule of the dragons began to waver four or five thousand years ago, in the end, two thousand years ago, humans had already controlled half of the chassis of the continent to compete with the dragons. But in the end, it was his martyrdom that created the dominant human race today. Moreover, whether it is the Flame Empire, the Avantley Empire, the Putru Empire, or the Central Empire that is about to perish, it is all the blessing of thousands of people that has finally come to this point. I have had a tender pact with the flame that when the true cold night comes, I will find the true flame and the ice and present them before the Creator. I'm not doing anything other than to tell him a truth. Everything in the world is not only mutually restrained, but also mutually beneficial. ”

Since it was written in the Flame Empire script, in the last two sentences, Yang Zhuo habitually adopted a passage from the ancient religion of the Flame Empire.

Although he was once a member of the Yang family, one of the most prestigious families in the Flame Empire, this status ultimately did not bring him blessings, but endless disasters.

After the new emperor of the empire ascended the throne thirty years ago, a long civil war broke out in the Flame Empire against the throne, in addition to the western realm controlled by Anke Mountain, the northern realm with more than a dozen independent warlords, and the Luo family in the south, which was actually independent, the throne of the Flame Empire actually did not bring enough benefits to the successor.

Instead, Yang Zhuo, like many people from the Fire Empire, fled to the Avantley Empire.

Although it was once a snowy wasteland, you can only see the verdant green for more than five months a year. However, the prosperity of trade here was not broken by the battle with the Cruster Empire.

"It is reckoned that the long night will come. Maybe this long night is not a night in the real sense of the word, maybe it is a war. Now the Empire of Avantley and the Empire of Cruz have just signed an armistice, but everyone knows that this is nothing more than preparation for a bigger battle. Maybe it's three months, maybe half a year, and the war will start again. But I always felt that there was some kind of force behind this war, but there was no evidence to give me even the slightest clue, which is not normal. Yang Zhuo muttered to himself in confusion.

After two or three seconds, he felt as if he had a bunch of spinning blenders in his head, as if they were juicing fruit, stirring his mind upside down.

Helpless, he had to shake his head and give up thinking.

Just as he was holding his chin and closing his eyes to take a nap, there was a familiar and steady tapping sound outside the sturdy wooden door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in. "Yang Zhuo speaks very proficient in the language of Evenley.

"President, this is the layout of the war ahead, and there is also a copy of the construction results of our Imperial Navy's warships. Our headquarters in the capital recently announced this to our branches. I heard that it seems that the empire can launch three giant ships this time. ”

It was a girl who was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, which was still a lot younger than Yang Zhuo's thirty-somethings.

However, due to the fact that the Flame Empire and the Avantley Empire are conservative in some respects, at least some girls working in churches, guilds, or imperial institutions are not allowed to show any parts of their skin that should not be exposed, except for special uniforms.

The uniform of the Holy Flame Guild is similar to the uniform of the army of Evantley, and under the compact dress characteristics, every corner of the body is taken into account.

"Put it there, I don't have time to look at it right now. By the way, Nick brought me a guy just now, right, where is he now? I'm going to meet him. Yang Zhuo said, buckled the cap of the pen, put it aside, got up and walked to the girl.

She is Impotence's secretary, Gina Rook, and her long golden curly hair is not common in the Avantley Empire.

"He's in the first reception room in Zone A, not on our side. Gina said.

"I'll go over on my own. "Yang Zhuo glanced at Gina's moving face with slanted eyes, and said:

"Today is Sunday, and I suggest you go to church. If you pray, perhaps the Lord will bless you. In the midst of even more ancient darkness, the gods once saved us. I wish the gods could save my heart, at the cost of your peace of mind, of course. Yang Zhuo said, looking at Gina with an indescribable expression.

She knew Yang Zhuo's inner thoughts, after all, she was his secretary, and Yang Zhuo didn't have any partner. She didn't mind Yang Zhuo taking a step forward under animal instinct.

But Yang Zhuo didn't continue anything, just stopped at watching with his eyes.

"I think good things are always short-lived. It's like a sunset on the horizon. Sometimes I prefer to watch in this world that is not day and night, and try to remember that beautiful moment, but I don't want to experience it myself, I don't want to see the long night coming. Yang Zhuo said softly, put on a cotton cloak, and walked straight out of the room.

"Is it because the night is too long, or is it hard to see the light?" said Gina, reciting an ancient verse from the imperial poet, silently walking over to the blanched mahogany chair, tidying up the messy table as usual.

By the way, the small black book he had just taken notes in was placed in the second drawer.

Wright, who had rested for nearly half an hour and had been waiting for Yang Zhuo for more than an hour in the large but simply furnished reception room, seemed a little overwhelmed.

The arsenal of weapons covered with dust and cobwebs just now made him feel an inexplicable depression. It's like breathing in water, more like some mysterious force grabbing your throat and breathless.

Even though he coughed a little after turning on the lights, Wright was not in the slightest interested in what was inside.

"It's a bunch of rags. Wright despised the pistol in his hand, which seemed to be relatively new.

This is a new pistol of the Avantley Empire, known as the "Wild Bear" brand. Although it is very heavy in the hand, the bullet is much more powerful than other guns.

In addition to this, the other pistols here are either old revolvers, or muskets from the last era, and even machetes, as if they were brought from some museum.

If you have a southern empire-style sword, it will look handsome to wield.

Wright lamented, but it was a pity that there was no longsword in the arsenal.

There wasn't even a toy sword for a child.

In desperation, Wright turned off the safety of the pistol, cautiously put the muzzle of the pistol aside, and then lay on his back on the sofa, closing his eyes and carefully feeling the surging magic power in his body.

He first felt a bewildered emotion, as if the soul had detached from the body and wandered in a warm flame.

Then, he saw the light in front of him like a golden and valuable thing, wafting on his sides, and he couldn't help but reach out to grab it.

"Whew...... Whew...... Wright abruptly woke up from his dream, his right hand still grabbing forward.

The psychedelic dream just now made him feel a burst of extreme prostration, which seemed to be a hint, and it didn't seem to bring him any effective information.

But when he looked at the demonic source power in his body again, he was surprised to find that the familiar water system demonic source power that had followed him for more than ten years seemed to have been evaporated, and now he could only feel hot and dry.

"Let's try it?" Wright muttered to himself.

Then he nodded, and did want to give it a try.

Syllable!

Wright's palm jerked forward like a martial artist from the Southern Empire, and he felt like he was practicing kung fu, which he had rarely seen when he heard that people in the Southern Empire knew kung fu.

It is said that people who know kung fu can beat ten strong men at a time.

Moreover, any magic source power will be cowardly scattered to the side like a child in front of Kung Fu, and he will not dare to approach at all.

As Wright's palm slapped forward, he did hear something explode, but a breath flashed in front of him not of damp water, but of dry flames.

The water-based demonic power in his whole body was completely replaced with flames!

"I think I'll have to practice switching. I am very familiar with the power of water, but fire is rarely used. There are also the magical powers of land, trees, and metal, which seem to be more interesting if you try them all. Wright said with a smile, completely retracting the magic source power, no longer revealing a trace to the outside.

Immediately after, he heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door:

"President, why did you come down in person? The boy was in there right now. Nick said respectfully.

"You just said that he was introduced by the old fellow Timod?" Yang Zhuo did not answer his question, but instead cared about Wright.

"Yes, he didn't tell me when I asked him before, and if I had known it was Mr. Timod, I wouldn't have scared him with a rifle, but he had been in the Imperial army before, so he wouldn't be afraid of that. Nick replied apologetically.

"That's not the point, you just told me that you have felt two kinds of demonic power in him. One is the flame, and the other is the water source, right? I'm very interested in that. Yang Zhuo said, with a faint emotion of love in his eyes.

It's shallow, but it's not easy to catch.

"What does this mean?" Nick is clearly a man who has a hard time seeing details.

"You must know that the Southern Empire vaguely records that a young man with the power of the dragon clan also contains these two kinds of demonic source power in his body. Moreover, he is free to use it as he pleases. Yang Zhuo said, not continuing to pay attention to Nick.

After that, he chose to walk briskly through the bright corridor and pushed open the dark red wooden door of the reception room.