"This is it. The man said coldly. When he had finished speaking, his companion sat down on the ground and gasped for breath in a very ungraceful manner. The man glanced coldly at his exhausted companion and ignored him, instead looking farther away. The two of them had been deep in the forest for a day, and the long trek had left both of them a little exhausted. It has been hidden by mysterious forces for thousands of years, and neither the satellites in the sky nor the various flying aircraft can discover this sacred forest. Stepping on the crystal dew on the fallen leaves, the two men finally reached the end of the journey after a grueling trek.

A vast lake stretched before the man's eyes, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast on the calm surface of the lake, a layer of sacred golden light, and the occasional bird swept diagonally across the water, cutting the surface of the water. But the man was clearly not a good traveler, and his eyes were not untouched by this pristine splendor of the landscape, his gaze was as calm as the deep waters of the lake, and he was looking at what was beneath it. Even though the water was crystal clear, he still couldn't see the bottom of the lake in the middle of the lake, but the waves reflected on the surface of the water kept shaking, making his eyes sting.

"We must be the first humans to set foot here in hundreds of years. I wasn't chosen, I wasn't guided, but I still came here. The man's companion seemed to gasp, and although there were still traces of sweat on his cheeks, he managed to stand beside the man, and followed the man's gaze to the center of the lake.

This tired and breathless man was a Chinese man with black hair and black eyes, tall and tall, but a little thin, his face was full of exhaustion, and he was wearing a pair of mud-stained boots on his feet, looking like he had traveled a long distance. He casually took off his boots and threw them on the crisp lawn. Pull out a new pair of sneakers from your backpack. The man said indifferently, "Blade Dragon, don't leave the products of the human world here. Feng Long could tell from the unchanging tone of his words that the man was dissatisfied.

Fenglong smiled, casually wrapped the changed boots in a plastic bag, and stuffed them back into the backpack. Only then did he smile at the cold man and said, "I said, my 'Merlin' archmage~ When will you take me to see the elf Lori in the lake?"

The cold man turned his head and looked directly into Feng Long's eyes, his expression was as cold as ice, he was born with such an indifferent look that rejected people thousands of miles away, but Feng Long didn't care about the man's eyes, he knew his facial paralysis friend too well. Fenglong pointed to the center of the lake with his finger and joked: "Think about it, King Arthur followed Merlin's guidance to this holy lake, and got the holy sword of steel from the hands of the lake elves, and now I am led by you, a facial paralysis, to the edge of this holy lake, I say, can't you take on the appearance of a magician?"

The man shook his head, he didn't know where Fenglong's usual leisurely attitude came from, but he opened his mouth to correct: "Your magic level is higher than mine, you are the one who should take on the appearance of a magician." ”

Fenglong laughed after hearing this, and patted the man's shoulder affectionately with his hand: "Look, don't use such a serious tone when complaining, otherwise the painting style will become weird." The man thought for a moment, then replied, "Remember." The time is almost up. ”

The dragon nodded, his expression became serious, he had not forgotten the purpose of trekking here, if he only set foot here, to the edge of the sacred lake of British mythology, then his purpose would still not be achieved.

The dragon walked towards the shore, approaching the amber-like water. He finally saw the sacred lake at such a close distance, and legend has it that Merlin, who was regarded as a predecessor and model by all magicians, once led the young King Arthur to this sacred lake, and it was in this lake that lived the spirits of the lake, from whom King Arthur received the holy sword "Excalibur", the sword of steel slashing in Celtic legend. And now standing by the lake is no longer the king of the great knights and the wise magician, but a paralyzed face and a hippie smiling fellow.

Fenglong took out a heavy ancient book from another bag in his backpack, the book cover was wrapped in sheepskin, after a long time it has been broken, the book cover has become smooth and translucent after countless people's touches, and such an ancient book that can be put into the museum as a treasure of the town hall, but it is held in the hand, even if a thousand years have passed, it can only play the role of its own "book". The dragon flipped the broken pages against the lake, these pages of text were not written on the paper, until in modern times, a scribe copied the originally fragmented papyrus scrolls on the paper, used to replace the sedge scrolls that had already been broken once, and even from the pages of the book, the dragon could slightly sense the faint magic of several preservation spells that were about to fail, even after so many years, this manuscript could not withstand the erosion of time.

The cold man asked, "Do you know the spells of the ancient Celts?" He understood what was written on the book, which recorded the most authentic and bloody records of Celtic mythology, for ordinary people, this is a mythological book, with immeasurable archaeological value, but for a magician, this is a book that records the history of the mythological era. The story written on it is like a bamboo slip left by a tyrant for himself, and while he celebrates great achievements, every word is soaked in the red blood of mankind.

"No, I don't understand, but the legend of King Arthur has its roots in Celtic mythology, in which the bards who tell the stories of heroes have a special and exalted status. Cú Chulainn, the Child of Light, was also the Child of Light in Celtic mythology, who was taken away from him by a bard sent by Maeve through chanting, so I think I know how their magic works. Feng Long laughed as he flipped through the pages of the book in his hand, his mind focused on the heroic stories recorded in the book. There is no shortage of people in the Wizards' Guild who want to understand why the spells used by the Bladed Dragon are so strange. Only the cold man and someone who hides his identity understand that the reason why the dragon is using strange spells is related to his strange ability to parse, any spell or magic spell, he can parse and improve.

A cool breeze swept across the man's face, and the man touched his face and continued, "The wind is blowing." There shouldn't be wind here. ”

Feng Longtou didn't reply, but said in a muttering tone: "This proves that they know that we are coming, these elves have been closed to this door for a long time, and they may have forgotten how to open it, but they still know that someone is coming to visit them." After all, no matter how incompetent the owner is, he will see who is outside the door from the cat's eye, which can be regarded as human wisdom...... No, it should be the wisdom of the elves. ”

"Elves are a difficult race. The man said.

"Aren't you also a difficult person to get along with? I don't know how you, a person who has no emotions, no desires, and no concept of good and evil, have survived until now, and there seems to be a die-hard servant following you. You're an honorary councillor like me, and you're a 'knight' who has only been recruited for the title, so let's say~ Where did you get that pretty guy from? Don't tell me it fell from the sky?"

The cold man quietly looked at the back of the dragon, the lake in the distance was glowing with golden light, and the figure of the dragon was like a black sword inserted into this piece of divine light. "I hope your hunch is wrong. The man said suddenly. The corners of Fenglong's mouth turned up slightly, as if he had heard something funny: "Don't the judges in the eyes of others think that you are more ruthless than those cold-blooded blood clans, why did you suddenly say such things? If I hadn't known you for so many years, I would have wondered if you were the one I knew with facial paralysis." ”

The man didn't deny it, but said as always: "You know better than me how troublesome this matter will be if your hunch is correct." I'm going to bring you here because I trust you the most. You are different from others, you are the same person as me. ”

Fenglong's hand paused for a moment, how could a man use the word trust? He didn't remember that this cold man had similar feelings, and then he turned the pages more quickly: "I'm not the same as you, you're a person who doesn't know love and emotion, and I'm the one who wants to go back to see my little Lori, don't confuse the two of us, okay." ”

The cold man replied in a flat tone, "Yes." He didn't show anger or frustration, he just responded, saying he understood.

There are so many stories in the book, and there is no table of contents, so Fenglong can only keep checking the content and chapters in the book to make sure that he doesn't miss what he is looking for. It's a lot of fun, but it's a painful thing for someone like Blade Dragon, who is extremely poor in foreign languages.

"It's really annoying! I really should bring a bookmark, and when I find it, I'll clip it in, this kind of broken book is so fragile, why don't you make it into an electronic file, how convenient is it for me to bring a mobile phone to search?" Fenglong complained very notoriously, but at the same time flipped through the ancient book very quickly.

"What a disgrace to you as a magician. The cold man stabbed the dragon in the heart in real time, although he didn't think so. "There's a reason why they're squeezing out you. ”

"Aren't you the same? don't those magicians fear you when they hate me? Both of us are different from the wizarding world, right? And I'm not a magician, although I can also do some magic, but you know, I'm still a Chinese after all, I still study Chinese occultism, can this also be called a magician?" Fenglong replied without a match, and he felt that there were many words of facial paralysis behind him today. "Both of us are heretics in their eyes, and each of them is not decent in front of people, but once their mages are exposed, aren't they still heretics in the eyes of ordinary people?"

"Why would a Chinese come to the edge of the sacred lake in British mythology? The cold man's tone remained unchanged, he was just stating the facts. Fenglong understands that this guy is just stating the facts many times, but when the facts stated are unpleasant, they are often considered to be deliberately finding fault and provoking. And after saying this, the cold man closed his mouth, and there was only the sound of rapid page turning on the edge of the holy lake.

Feng Long was stunned, he turned his head, looked at the man in front of him, and asked, "Why do you talk so much today? You can't be someone else wearing a hood and pretending to be you?" The cold man shook his head: "No. He took this complaint as an inquiry, and he gave the most direct and simple answer.

After getting the man's answer, Fenglong nodded: "Well, you can answer my clumsy complaint in such a serious way and don't want to complain yourself, you are indeed the deity." Then why are you talking so much today, could it be that the Wizards Association has recently improved the food and changed to eating chicken chins?"

The man still shook his head, it seemed that he preferred this posture that could directly express the negative: "No, I never eat at the association. Fenglong temporarily let go of the book in his hand and crossed his hands, hoping to see something from this man's face, but this man did not show any emotion from beginning to end, and not even the slightest micro-expression could be captured from his face. Feng Long could only take the most direct way, and he asked, "Then why are you talking so much today?"

The man was stunned, he obviously didn't realize that Fenglong would suddenly ask his own question so directly, in his image, Fenglong was not the kind of person who cared about these details. And Feng Long saw the man's obvious pause, and his heart also chuckled, at that moment, he was able to catch the man's face with a little bit of panic as if the secret had been discovered. This obviously does not bode well. The odds of this happening are almost similar to winning the jackpot without buying a lottery ticket.

"Yes? Because it's dangerous. The man asked, but before the dragon could ask, he had already begun to explain, "This is the sacred lake, the entrance to Avalon, and this is one of the lands where myths and legends still exist. The Mages Guild closed this place not only because it was the entrance to the treasure, but because it was one of the goddai lands they mastered. It is technically a branch of the world, so even in the days when the gods disappeared, it was a paradise of legends and myths. I know that you are Chinese, and I know that you hold the land of the gods that the Chinese have passed down for generations, but unlike the land of the gods in China, this is still a very dangerous place. And you're also a dangerous human, and no one knows what will happen when the two collide. That's why the Magicians Guild forbade you to set foot in the land of the gods. ”

Fenglong rubbed his nose embarrassedly, he didn't expect that the image he had left behind for the group of old men in the Wizards' Guild would be so bad, "What about the international friends you said well?" he said embarrassedly, "How do I feel like I've become a terrorist." Fenglong didn't realize that the man said this to change the subject, and many times he was not a person who cared about details. Search

The man shot back indifferently: "Twelve major conflicts, six bloodsheds, you are indeed a terrorist." Ever since you came into contact with the Western Wizards Association, you've been at odds with various forces. Whether it's the Holy See in the Vatican, the Magicians Guild in England, or the Druids in Scotland, you've almost always had a dispute with someone. If it weren't for the fact that you were too tricky, and the way they did, you would have evaporated from this world the next day. "But the situation is not, whether it is the Wizards' Guild or the Druid Guild, everyone knows it, maybe in terms of scale and power, they are undoubtedly giants, and the Bladed Dragon is just alone, but against it, the size of the giant is larger, and the weakness is exposed. The situation that they expected to be able to solve the situation of the Blade Dragon soon did not exist, on the contrary, any force that wanted to confront the Blade Dragon on the surface would be severely damaged by him. The big forces may have a lot of considerations, so they won't go head-to-head with Fenglong, but there are still a lot of small magician families that have not been long-eyed for so many years, but it is not the arrogant "flea" of Fenglong that has disappeared. No wonder the Bladed Dragon is called a tyrant. He built an empire in the wizarding world with only one man, who was both the emperor and the army. Because he is alone, he is not easy to be targeted, but he can always lurk in the dark, seriously injuring those huge giants again and again.

Fenglong snapped his fingers proudly, and the smile on his face became even brighter: "These dark guys in robes are always in control of the overall situation behind the world, and occasionally there are fleas like me, so they can understand that they still have one or two weaknesses." "He knows exactly what he's done and what he's doing. The magicians live in darkness, they have always regarded themselves as human beings, and there is no tyrant, how can they retract their increasingly bold hands and feet?

After Feng Long finished speaking, he pointed to the sparkling lake in the distance: "There is a saying in China that meat eaters despise. I confess that they have ruled the world in the shadows for hundreds of years, and treachery and intrigue are their forte, but that is based on their power and throne. The emperor wants to prevent the country's internal strife and foreign enemies, and rule the country with blood and law, but the emperor has no experience in fighting aliens, so should he make aliens obey human laws? That's a matter for us UFO lovers. ”

The man nodded, agreeing with the dragon's statement. He asked, "So what's here?"

Fenglong crouched down, holding the heavy pages in one hand, and the palm of the other hand was open, holding a cloud of red delay-like powder on the palm, and he smiled: "The important thing is not that there is, but that there is nothing, this is the place where King Arthur walked to peace." The true eternal kingdom of Avalon lies beneath this lake, where there should be a King Arthur. If not, then prove that my dream is true. As he spoke, his eyes kept looking at the crystal lake, and on the other side of the lake was Avalon. When the door is not opened, he can only see the white sand and schools of fish in the clear water, but the focus of his eyes is not on the bottom of the lake itself. "Then it's terrible. ”

The man looked at Fenglong quietly and asked, "You have been talking about dreams, what kind of dreams can make you pay so much attention?"

Fenglong showed a serious expression, even now thinking back to that dream, he still had palpitations, he rarely dreamed, but this dream was too real, so real that he couldn't help but believe the scene in the dream, so that he appeared here. He replied, " You know I've stopped dreaming a long time ago, but not so long ago I had a terrible dream in which the contents are still etched in my mind, I dreamed of the dead, I dreamed of the sky turning red with blood, I dreamed of the primeval heroes who had awakened from their eternal sleep, their faces were ruddy, their feet were walking on the earth with strength, and there were countless extinct nightmares coming back in my dreams, and more importantly, I dreamed that the chains of God had begun to loosen, and that the terrible monsters that had ruled the world for countless years were gathering momentum behind their cages to pour out their anger on the heads of us lambs。 Thunder and lightning and floods will be inflicted on those of us who have rebelled against God. Well~ God is such an unreasonable thing. ”

After listening to Fenglong's narration, the man still looked like he didn't care about himself, he just asked: "There is no such possibility, there are not many people in the current society who believe in the existence of gods, and those people are also deliberately ensuring that magic and mystery are not exposed to ordinary people. The gods and gods lacked faith, and it was impossible for them to be resurrected. This is no longer God's time. ”

Feng Long objected to this view: "Mr. Galahad, you still don't know much about human beings, and it should be said that people like you, who are determined to abandon human nature, don't know much about human nature. For the sake of illusory interests, human beings are willing to make many seemingly unreasonable choices. So there are still a lot of people in the world who want to do that. It is nothing more than the so-called sacrificing the majority of people to achieve their own ends. ”

After Fenglong finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and the red smoke in his palm fell gently towards the surface of the lake, and the seemingly light smoke exploded like a bomb ready to explode at the moment it touched the lake, and a thick blood-colored mist continued to gush out from the originally light smoke, which did not flow to the shore, but extended wildly along the calm lake surface, and new mist was produced in the lake where the fog went, and the lake boiled violently as if it was boiling, and the scorching steam mixed into the mist, was quickly sucked away from the heat, and turned into water droplets and fell into the lake。 On the vast surface of the lake, the scarlet mist continued to spread, and in just a few breaths, a large area of the sacred lake was already shrouded in blood-red mist, and as the more areas were enveloped, the speed of mist generation became faster and faster. The red mist continued to spread like blood on the surface of the lake, clinging to the ethereal door of the Eternal Realm, and then violent waves of magic power pierced through the boiling waters, constantly pounding the invisible boundary.

"What do you think of the gods?" said the dragon, gesturing, still chatting with the man lightly.

"God is an alternative interpretation of the inexplicable by ancient human beings. There should be no God in the world. The man replied.

It's really like your style of answering, you use the word "should" for things you're not sure about. There is a god in this world, but now there is none, and the gods are dead. The dragon clenched the outstretched palm, clenched it into a fist, and made a downward slamming motion, and the red mist on the surface of the lake also shrank into a ball and soared into the air, and then smashed down towards the water. The water splashed and the mist surged.

"It's not like a polite way to knock on the door. The man looked at the red mist that spread out, and his eyes were full of scarlet.

"Ah...... I thought about it, or this way is simple and effective, praying, chanting poetry or something, it always feels like it doesn't fit my style of doing things, I think about it, this is at most the eternal kingdom of kings. I've never had much contact with the king, so I don't care about that. Fenglong stood by the lake in the same posture of smashing down the mist, still with a heartless smile on his face, and there was no tension at all in the words that came out of his mouth.

"Is this the smell of cinnabar?" the man asked, snorting, and the smell of paint entering his nostrils.

"You can smell this, it seems that there is a slight problem with my technique, and there is still some cinnabar spreading towards the area of effect of the non-magic technique. Feng Long said as he showed his empty right hand, and then the man saw that Feng Long's palm was painted with a strange symbol, a circle wrapped around a triangle, and the triangle was burning with bright fire, and under this triangle there were three arrows pointing in three directions, and around this symbol were densely written countless runes, whether they were runes or symbols, they were all bright red, and it seemed that the paint used for writing was still cinnabar. "Red King, this is the symbol of sulphur in alchemy. The man saw the origin of the symbol at a glance, and the dragon shook his hand triumphantly.

"Sulfur represents the sun in alchemy, the light given by the gods, and cinnabar represents the supreme yang in Chinese alchemy, so I wondered if I could use the magic in alchemy to form a special magic formation with cinnabar, and I could see that the effect was good. However, this kind of bold creation is enough to drive anyone of the traditional conservative school of magic crazy, but the same self-created techniques are not uncommon for Fenglong, but more often than not, the techniques he creates are of no special use.

The dragon raised his head and pointed with his chin at the cinnabar-filled lake, where the little water left was gradually being eaten away, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before the lake was completely covered. While Fenglong was still explaining, the man suddenly took a few quick steps forward, grabbed Fenglong's hand, and then looked at it carefully. Feng Long looked at the man with a stunned expression, and suddenly found that the man actually took out his mobile phone, intending to draw this formation diagram. "Stop, stop, get down to business, get down to business...... Don't even poke it!That's my hand!" Fenglong hurriedly dodged a pen that the man took out and poked at his palm, and hurriedly pulled his hand out of his hand. The man didn't pay attention to Fenglong, but looked at the array taken on his mobile phone, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing the first obvious expression in a period of time. Fenglong looked at this infiltrating smile, and quickly patted his arm with his hand: "Wow...... Don't you show that kind of expression, don't you know that facial paralysis is very penetrating when you laugh?" The man didn't pay attention to Feng Long, he was like a child who found a new toy, all his attention was on this formation, Feng Long could only pout, although he knew the man's temper, but he couldn't adapt to it.

"Don't look at it yet, let's get down to business. The dragon suddenly patted the man on the shoulder, then pointed to the surface of the lake shrouded in red mist. The man reluctantly raised his head, and the moment he looked at the lake, the man showed a fanatical expression again, and his eyebrows were full of ecstasy of curiosity.

The cinnabar smoke that originally precipitated and floated a few centimeters above the lake surface seemed to be violently propped up by a pair of big hands, and the boiling lake water burst out from the cinnabar cracks, and the cinnabar powder immediately spiraled up like a blood-sucking leech, and the originally precipitated cinnabar rose suddenly, and the boiling lake water also seemed to have something stirring, and the cinnabar powder in the center of the lake sinked sharply after rising, and began to rotate with the rushing lake water, and the cinnabar powder began to be thrown out of the range of the lake little by little like a towel twisted by a huge force, and spread to the surroundings。

"Is this the first time you've seen Avalon open the door...... Don't be happy to be like a successful baboon. The dragon moved a little farther away from the man uncomfortably, but he kept quipping as he kept looking at the churning water.

"This is the time!" "This is the time!" the dragon suddenly moved, he had been standing at the edge of the lake, and now the sacred lake and its surroundings were shrouded in scarlet cinnabar, and the dragon knew that something in this lake had destroyed his magic array, and in an extremely violent way. And that's what he wants, there are no other species in this lake, the only ones that are likely to exist in Avalon and have given King Arthur's holy sword. The surface of the lake that got rid of the cinnabar no longer boiled, and this boiling was not because the temperature of the water had reached the boiling point, but because an extremely large magic array forcibly made the lake water appear "boiling". And now the dragon waved away the cinnabar layer in front of him, like shaking off a huge cloak, the cinnabar seemed to have lost its life, and fell into the lake one after another, and the vermilion water marks were laid out in the holy lake, which means that the lake under the water surface is divided into different water currents according to certain rules, and the cinnabar mixed in the water shows the traces of these waters. "It's so huge! No wonder no one knows how to open Avalon's doors, the magic array that was used as a door lock was actually constructed by an undercurrent of water! Fenglong sincerely admired, in the previous hundreds of years, countless people wanted to open the gate of Avalon, but no one knew what form the Gate of Avalon existed, none of them knew that the traces they had been looking for hundreds of years were under this seemingly peaceful lake, and no one could have imagined that the water of the holy lake was the medium that constituted this huge magic array, and this huge magic array was powerful enough to tear a hole in the world, and then stuff a hole into the world to build a place of kings called the ideal town。 When Avalon closes, the currents are calm, and no one can see anything in the calm waters of the lake.

The scarlet cinnabar was carried by the current and rolled wildly under the water, and in the eyes of the dragon, it turned into countless lines, as if the god was holding a huge brush in his hand, staining blood in this lake. "It simply can't be replicated. The man also walked to Fenglong's side and looked at the lake with reverence: "The array formed by the water flow in the water is three-dimensional, and this huge sacred lake itself is the space occupied by this magic array, and this lake is a three-dimensional huge magic array called Avalon. If it is really a miracle, if it is really a product of the gods, it is a ghostly magical! In the words of you Chinese, it is a ghostly magic! I have never seen such a huge magic array, let alone a three-dimensional magic array, and this array is still so fine, even in this area under my feet, there are thousands of tiny streams of water flowing according to their own trajectory!" Fenglong patted the man's shoulder again, he knew that the man was too excited. "So I didn't plan to crack the Gate of Avalon from the beginning, this three-dimensional water flow array, such a large scale, I can't sort out these arrays, let alone how many undercurrents under this water have not been shown by cinnabar. So stop looking, it's time to get down to business. Although Fenglong was advising the man in his words, he could hear that he was very proud.

The man nodded, and casually took out a crystal quartz container from his backpack, and even this small water cup-like container was densely etched with countless symbols, making this container look like a frosted cup from a distance. The man's action of finding the cup was very natural, in stark contrast to the rummaging of the dragon just now, but not many people paid attention to these details on this occasion. The man casually handed the container to Fenglong's hand, and Fenglong carefully picked up the small container: "I said you can't be careful, if it is accidentally broken, we will have to go outside to collect it again." The dragon shook the quartz container, and a little bit of golden liquid could be seen inside the container, like golden blood. "I'm not going to make a mistake with this kind of thing. I'm not like you, the mistake of breaking ritual items happens at a critical time. The man replied coldly. Fenglong, on the other hand, heard the man's words and said a little embarrassedly: "Wasn't it because of the shaking of his hands that time~ You know, I am very nervous at this time." When the man saw Fenglong's hippie smiling face, he suddenly sighed rarely, and this sigh made Fenglong tremble again, and almost had another hand slip accident. "If you have something to say, ...... Say...... Other...... Don't sigh! Your sigh is particularly scary, okay, you are a facial paralysis with a lack of feelings, why are you so humane today!"

When was the last time he sighed?, Blade Dragon thought, in his memory, after the last time he sighed, the object of his sigh died in an accident shortly after. This guy sometimes has a little suspicion that he has learned the spells of the prophecy system, otherwise he has a curse like a schoolboy on his body, people die wherever they go, and this facial paralysis is sighing and sighing to whoever will go to see Marx. Thinking of this, Fenglong shrank unconsciously again, and squinted his eyes at the paralyzed man with an uncomfortable face. The man said with a serious face, "Your expression shows your dissatisfaction. ”

Fenglong hurriedly denied it: "No, absolutely not! There is no reason for dissatisfaction, and there is no reason for dissatisfaction, you see, it must be your delusion!" Fenglong hurriedly dissociated himself from this kind of thing, after all, this kind of unscientific thing is too common for unscientific people like them to happen, and he doesn't have such deep death skills to challenge a facial paralysis with a black belly to explode. The man nodded thoughtfully and said no more.

Fenglong didn't dare to answer the conversation at this time, and quickly focused on the business in front of him. Fenglong opened the lid of the container with great care, and a rich fragrance emanated from the inside of the container like a bomb, Fenglong sniffed slightly, only the indifferent man did not react at all, he didn't care much about this kind of thing. Fenglong swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively: "Can I take a sip~" The indifferent man shook his head stiffly: "No, this is the last remaining blood of the gods, and the amount is only enough for one ceremony." ”

"It's a pity, it's a pity that this thing is Egyptian, otherwise I should have gotten the recipe for brewing. The dragon sighed lightly, tilted the container, and slowly poured the golden liquid into the lake. While doing this, Fenglong suddenly had a particularly strange feeling, he was at the door of the resting place of the Holy King of Ancient Britain, using Chinese materials to borrow European alchemy to form a magic array, and the last ritual sacrifice was an ancient magic wine used by the ancient Egyptians to pray for the water of the Nile. Sometimes the dragon has forgotten what he was best at.

The golden liquor dripped into the lake, and the turbulent undercurrent enveloped the golden liquor in an instant, submerging it into the huge magic array, such a small dose of liquor in such a huge holy lake was really insignificant, Fenglong suddenly remembered that the ancient Chinese general Huo Quzhi once poured the wine rewarded by the emperor into the upper reaches of the river, and then drank the downstream water with the soldiers, in order to show that he and the soldiers shared blessings and misfortunes. I hope these lake spirits can feel their sincerity. Thinking so, Fenglong said that he had dripped the last drop of the blood of the gods, and cast his eyes on the center of the lake.

The calm center of the lake is still undisturbed, even if there is an undercurrent surging under the entire surface of the lake, but there is still no wave on the surface of the lake. Now even the wind could no longer disturb the calm of the lake, and the gates of Avalon had been opened, and the lake had been affected by the eternity of the Elven Country.

"The elves of the lake! I want to know where the king is! King Arthur is still in Avalon! answer me!" the dragon cried out to the calm surface of the lake, the sound spreading far away, and then reflected back by the peaks as it crashed into the distant mountains. But that's not what Fenglong wants.