At this time, when Zhao Xu heard Antinoya's sentence of "What kind of man are you" that he asked him to question on his behalf, the whole thing was still in a stunned mood, and his consciousness was inexplicably sucked away by the powerful gravitational cavity.

From the mind to the consciousness and soul, it is as if it has become dull.

The script is wrong!

Zhao Xu realized this instantly, as if he had let Antinoya's consciousness manipulate and read his memory.

This sense of inverted confusion left him with no time to think of any effective solutions.

The next moment, he passed out.

At the moment when Zhao Xu fell, in the shadow behind this high tower, a woman wearing a witch's top hat walked out at the right time, and opened her hands to support him.

It was Zhao Xu who had a few encounters with him, and he was also Ernest's first pastor "May".

She was followed closely by the paladin Vivien, who lowered her noble head slightly, hiding her respectful and delicate countenance.

"Antinoa, I told you, don't take any chances until the real opportunity comes." May with a hint of annoyance.

After she asked loudly, the tower seemed to reverberate with thunder.

"You know, why do you represent the Mage Guild?" As he spoke, May raised his head and glared at Antinoya even more, "Your memory is not just your memory. ”

"It represents the continuation of Arthur's magical civilization as a whole. Before Midsummer became a legendary mage, no one could have predicted what the consequences of your rash opening up of your memories would be! ”

"Master, he originally entrusted the final scroll to you, and it was even equivalent to integrating it into your memory!"

It was the first time in thousands of years that May had shown such anger towards Antinoa.

Because this time the parties involved are really high!

"May, I know." Antinoa's expression was still calm, without the slightest excitement or rush to defend herself.

"I know better than you that my memories are more than just memories and will most likely change the past by connecting Midsummer to real history. But I think it's worth it, and I'm able to take the risk. ”

"Because, I know far better than you how he disappeared."

Suddenly, thunder sounded again in the sky, and then a rain came down.

May frowned slightly when she saw this scene: "This refraction change has actually arrived." What stage of your memory did he enter? ”

And Antinoya was also stunned, muttering to herself, "Probably not, right? ”

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"Run, the evil dragon is coming, the disaster is coming!"

A panicked man shouted, and he ran into the otherwise comfortable field.

It was drizzling in the sky.

This hopeful golden wheat field is full of farmers who have been working for half a year, all wielding their sickles in their hands and harvesting the wheat under their feet.

Although a forged scythe sells for a full 6 gold coins in a blacksmith's shop, it can be used as an important part of farm work and can be used to defend against thieves when necessary.

Therefore, in this kind of village, every peasant family has one.

Hearing the shouts of the visitors, the faces of these farmers turned pale, their hands were rusty, and the sickle, which could even be traced back to the previous generation, could not be grasped, and fell directly to the ground.

And just as the farmer bent down and tried to pick up the scythe, a distant dragon groan rang out from his ears!

The figure is still far away, and the fear has come.

Then a huge black shadow swept over their heads, and most of the farmers fell unconscious and fell to the ground.

The messenger kept shouting, his running legs running towards the gate of the town, and just as he was approaching, he finally shouted the last words of his life, "Run, evil dragon is coming!"

The next moment, the body was lifted up by the claws, and then swallowed into the dragon's belly.

"Cut the rope of the drawbridge!" The guards of the frightened town finally reacted.

The sound of the horns of urgent vigilance burst forth, shattering the celebration of the summer harvest in the city and igniting the fire of fear in everyone's hearts.

In an instant, the town, which was still on guard against the possible attack of orcs and goblins nearby, immediately made the original preparations, the archers took out simple short bows made of winter cedar wood, and the warriors took out their giant swords from their homes and were about to meet the enemy.

However, with the wind whipped by the flapping of the dragon's wings, accompanied by the roaring roar, in the sound of countless children crying, in the prayer service of the lonely old man—

The evil red dragon easily crossed the town's moat and over the ripples that rippled above it.

It spread its wings huge enough to cover the sky, and it was greeted with a rain of arrows that were supposed to deal with its orc neighbors in the distance!

However, it was not a newborn baby dragon that attacked the town, but a powerful red dragon whose scales had turned crimson with age, and had become as hard and deep as metal, and even the weak neck and wings had turned purple-gray because of enough polishing.

The eyes of the attacking red dragon seemed to be a hot ball of lava, shining brightly.

Looking at the rain of arrows, it opened its mouth and spat out flames, as if it had hidden a huge amount of gasoline inside.

Flame Spitting!

The spitting weapon, the symbol of the red dragon, burned into a sea of fire in front of the vision in an instant, and countless arrows that hit the scales of the evil dragon were broken, and then after being spit and destroyed, it turned into a meteor rain in the sky, folding towards the land, becoming the seed of the fire calamity, burning the town.

The evil red dragon, who felt that he was angered by the seriously inferior "reptile", directly dived close to the ground, and then forcibly turned towards the circle.

With a roar of rage, the dragon's power swept across the land, and even the stones beneath the ground wailed.

The defenders also realized that the only arrow that could attack the dragon was nothing more than a mosquito bite to the indestructible dragon scales, which were annoying but could not even bring out the wounds.

Under the suppression of Long Wei's fear, the archers could no longer lift the crossbow arrows in their hands, and the brave warriors also knelt in frustration.

In ancient times, people showed their fragile side in front of the mythical creature of dragons.

However, the enraged red dragon did not stop, the flame spitting weapons, spells from the fire realm, and all kinds of flame power were applied to this land, and the light rain falling in the air turned into water vapor, and the wooden house and stone building on the ground became a golden pillar of flame light.

Countless people wailed in the flames, just thinking about defending themselves against the orcs, they didn't have a fireproof water tank at all, and relying on the water they received with their hands to fight the fire that spread through the town was of no avail.

The houses in the town are also burning in the heat, and the ground is collapsing one after another, as if to celebrate the fireworks to celebrate the harvest of this spring planting.

The crowd began to run out of the house in disgrace, as if the moat surrounding the town was the only way to survive, and weeping and wailing echoed through the crowded road of escape.

A town that took a hundred years to build has finally been reduced to ruins.

And Zhao Xu, who was standing hundreds of meters away, also outside the town, watched all this silently.

Half a moment earlier, he had been denied entry to the town because of the face of a foreigner, who was suspected of being a spy.

But he didn't care, he didn't even bother to cast a slight transformation or even a charm spell, and was about to set the time to observe again.

In this memory of Antinoea, he always had a very unexpected sense of relief, although he did not understand why he entered Antinoya's memory as if he had entered a real world.

The only thing that left a mark on me was a watch strapped to the palm of my hand.

Earlier, he had gently flicked the century-old hand on his watch.

In such a small space, he saw in a second that the wasteland in front of him had been reclaimed for several generations, and finally formed a small town with a little heritage.

In the blink of an eye, the town that had been built with great difficulty was destroyed by an evil dragon that suddenly attacked.

The world is unpredictable.

This made Zhao Xu, who had empathized with him, also a little embarrassed.

Maybe it was the same when Falling Star Town was destroyed by the evil black dragon.

"Daddy, Mommy......"

Suddenly, there was a painful immature wail behind Zhao Xu.

He turned his head in surprise, and there was a delicate-looking little girl standing behind him, followed by a servant holding a bouquet of flowers, apparently a little girl from a rich family who had just returned from an outing.

Zhao Xu's original heart was put down again.

Not Antinoa.

The two servants of the guard also stared blankly at the burning town at the moment, completely limp in their legs.

"Mommy, Dad!"

With that, the little girl ran in disbelief towards the ruined town, which had been reduced to char.

At this time, the dragon was using fire spells, teasing and killing the people who were lucky enough to jump into the river.

But Zhao Xu shook his head, just now relying on the spell of the "Secret Eye", he had already observed that the rich areas in the town were all in the center, and he didn't have time to run to the edge and jump into the river under the attack just now.

Needless to say, the little girl's parents have already met with an accident.

Zhao Xu knew that all this was a fait accompli, just a past of Antinoea's memory, and even if he stopped the dragon, it would be useless.

He just watched the little girl run to the moat.

"Roar!"

The dragon hovering low turned and stared at the little girl running forward.

Its lava-like eyes gave a cruel look.

The dragon's breath that had run out of cooldown time brewed again, and the red dragon's mouth began to be infused with terrifying and hot fire energy, and the breath of death was about to descend on the earth again, steaming the river!

And Zhao Xu just looked at the little girl who was still running with her calves, not knowing that death was coming.

Although he knew that he could not change this scene in history, he still shook his head.

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