After some thought, he answered the question.

And his answer was unusually simple: "I, of course, are qualified." ”

The wanderer was slightly startled, and narrowed his eyes to look at him. The pale face that had belonged to Count Silin Sbicca had thin lips pursed tightly, and a look of thought was shining in the depths of its eyes.

But he took a step forward, opened his mouth, and told him a noun almost silently.

The silent language was like a sharp sword that refracted the cold light, reflecting the wanderer's snow-white face, and like a glass refraction, narrow and sharp, reflecting the depths of his eyes, and the coldness that penetrated into people's hearts made the latter involuntarily take a step back.

The wanderer shuddered, almost breaking the spell

The atmosphere in the square was almost frozen for a moment, and the young scholar was unexpectedly looking up in this direction.

Eve's tearful gaze wandered between Fang and the wanderer, she had never seen her adoptive father look like this, the other party was silent, cold, and even a little impersonal, as if there was nothing in this world worthy of his unintentional glance.

And at this moment, the expression on his face was almost distorted and hideous, and he opened his mouth, as if revealing a mouthful of white fangs. He was looking at Fang's story buried in the deepest part of his heart with an incredible gaze, the deep high walls, the women in the castle, just like a pale shadow, floating deep in his heart.

Let him involuntarily chill his hair erect. It was the most anxious day of his life, those unspeakable secrets, which he thought had long been sealed in the dust of time, and became a nightmare that he never wanted to look back on.

And that time, at this moment, all turned into one name.

What Fang said was

"Eve, I've seen your mother."

"She's a lot like you."

The tears on the girl's face burst out in an instant.

That name, it's Chriss-Rogersel.

"Shut up," the wanderer lost his temper for the first time, and veins protruded from his forehead, and Drisy's voice was becoming sharp and high-pitched, letting out a scream that pierced the air: "You, you're not qualified to mention her!" ”

But Fang only untied the pride of the Lone King with a 'click', and the silver gauntlet opened its shell and slid to the ground, revealing the arm underneath that was scarred by mana overload.

He did not directly answer the wanderer's words.

Because he was asking Miss Tata a question in his heart:

"Miss Tata, I'm not an oath keeper, how can I do that?"

In the darkness of the spiritual world, Miss Fairy was looking up at her quietly. She stared at the young man silently for a moment before she quietly asked, "Mr. Knight, this is a point of no return, do you really want to do that?" ”

"I don't have a choice," Fang replied, "as you can see, I have to do that, in order to protect everyone around me." ”

"I have to make a choice, and that's Ms. Misu's answer, and it's mine."

"Nini might be able to help you, Mr. Knight."

"Papa," the little dragon soul tilted his head to look at him, and cried out in a milky voice.

Fang turned his head and looked at his 'daughter' gently.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he did this. But it was very likely that it would be the last time he would see his two dragon soul ladies.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch Nini's silky long flame hair. Then he looked up at Miss Tata and replied, "Thank you, Tata took you to more places, but I didn't expect it to stop there." ”

"Probably not, Mr. Knight."

Tata replied.

She said quietly, "The dragon wings you see obscure the sky and the shadows of the earth. The prophecy of death you saw at the Traveler's Rest, but do you remember what saved you? ”

"Isn't that you, Miss Tata?"

Tata shook his head: "Remember Tada's words?" ”

"Cangzhihui?"

"Perhaps."

Fang was silent for a moment, then he nodded, and then shook his head. He may have understood something, but at the moment, it was too late to think about the meaning of the prophecy of the Tada sacrifice.

"Then I'm on," he began, "Miss Tata." ”

Miss Fairy looked at him calmly, and nodded softly rarely.

The darkness in Fang's eyes receded, and the long dialogue in the spiritual world was only a moment for the real world.

The wanderer had barely shouted the words hysterically when he looked up. In the depths of the dark pupils, there were two golden flames, as if they were burning out, piercing through the darkness and looking directly at the Count of 'Sirin-Sibica' in front of him.

Fang clenched his fist lightly and replied word by word:

"I'm the heir to the Grossle family."

"That's what I'm qualified for"

This sentence was like a lightning bolt that struck the other party.

The sword in the wanderer's hand fell to the ground with a thud.

Seeing this scene, a flash of realization flashed in Fang's heart.

He had long expected that the identity of the other party was inseparable from the Gross family, and since listening to Nicol Bolas's story, he understood that the so-called 'Alter Ellingland' was definitely not the other party's first identity.

Where did that dark and ancient knowledge come from, and whether it was the change of Torragotos, the origin of Lorraine, the maiden in the castle, the emblem of the running wolf, all the clues seemed to point to the long frost-covered fjord of that bitterly cold country.

That ancient, dark land is the birthplace of the Rogersl family. However, since the time of the ancient monarchs, countless secrets have been buried there. He believed that the three names written in the journal must have a deep connection with that ancient family, and there must be secrets hidden behind them that people can't imagine.

And the end of the secret is now tied to the mysterious wanderer in front of him.

Who is he and where does he come from?

I just tried it, and I achieved unexpected results.

And the other party's so-called experience similar to his own youth does not match the life experience of Alter Ellingland. He may not have realized that his unintentional words left the biggest loophole. And on the contrary, the young man in front of him

He also holds a scepter from an arrogant man.

One end of the scepter was held in the hand of a slender, pale, hollow-eyed undead, and the deep eyes of the other party seemed to be able to penetrate the shadows of time and fall directly on him. And on his tattered robe, the family crest on his chest is the running wolf of the winter realm

It seems that at this moment, it is not only for the sake of justice, but also for the blood feud.

The Maiden of Wormburg, the sleeping ghost of Dorifin, the moment the scepter was handed over to Fang, the story of the darkness had already begun. And at this moment, it is by no means the end of the moment

And if that's not a qualification?

Then what truth is there in this world?

This is the first time that Fang feels the power of fate, but it is by no means an immutable cycle, but a vision that people are pursuing, and they converge together to push an ordinary person step by step to such a position. The so-called situation, the so-called heroes, are actually just ordinary people who have to make choices like him.

And Fang didn't know if he could afford anything......

But he only knew that at this moment, he had no way out.

And at this moment.

The anger in his heart had long since turned to golden flames, and the blood of the dragon king burned in his body, as if he had felt the same experience as Lady Misu for the first time, and the power of the dragon had descended on him. Eve's eyes widened as she watched as layers of scales grew above her square arm.

"Dragon's Heart......?"

There's a strange scream from Dressy's mouth.

The wanderer immediately turned his head and looked at his daughter with a cold gaze: "You gave him the heart of the dragon!?" ”

And Eve didn't say a word, only looked at this scene with a pale face and cold hands and feet. She never thought that the Dragon's Heart would have such an effect, and Mr. Ed had turned into a dragon, how could this be? Will he be the next Dragon King, Lifgard, or will he be the puppet of that Dark Dragon King?

She fell to her knees, wondering what she had done wrong.

And the wanderer looked back and felt threatened from Fang for the first time.

It was only at this time, where neither of them noticed, that the bone dragon suddenly shook its body and slowly stood up from the ground. In its black hole hole eye sockets, two points of burning phosphorus fire were looking in this direction. But after a moment, it slowly turned back again.

In the direction of its gaze, the soil on the ground loosened a little. Then in the shadows, a slate of sliding gravel was pushed away, and a small, short fat hand came out of it.

And then that chunky orb, a Paparal, like a groundhog, came out of there. Behind him was a human nightingale girl, and beyond that, two people, or one person, and perhaps a humanoid creature called 'human'.

The bone dragon glanced at the latter, then gathered the bone wings and turned back again.

And at the top of the square, the wanderer finally calmed down again after a brief shock. "Dragonheart, Dragongold," he sighed, "but fortunately, Livegard's soul is not in you, you don't have the power of a true dragonlord, at best you are just a shadow of Nicol Bolas." ”

Then he said, raising his hand, and an unformed storm unfolded behind him once more.

But the next moment, he saw a double image overlapping Fang's body. For a split second, the wanderer froze and widened his eyes.

The sharp horns, the long tail, the claws are as sharp as knives, and the long hair is like flowing flames. He/she raised his or her head, revealing snow-white teeth, sharp fangs, flashing with the cold light characteristic of dragon's fangs "Nicol Bolas? 'Drisi' behind the wanderer was taken aback: "No, how can there be dark divine power?" ”

"Who the hell are you?"

But Fang did not answer.

The wanderer waved his hand, and the dark storm behind him suddenly took shape, and he pointed forward, and the raging storm immediately drew a series of twisted shadows, rushing towards the direction ahead.

It's just that Fang seems to be indifferent. The flickering cold light in his golden pupils reflected this scene, and then he raised his claws, and with a slight grasp, he grabbed the spell in his hand as if it were a huge curtain, tearing the entire spell storm from mid-air.

With a slight grip on his hand, the spell suddenly fell apart, and the elemental aether turned into dust in his hand and fell to the ground one after another.

Then he took a step forward.

Just this step.

It was in the sight of everyone in the square, even the wanderers, and a residual shadow appeared in their eyes.

Before the shadow dissipated, the next moment, Fang had already appeared beside the latter, and with a backhand claw, he waved it towards the wanderer. It's just that the wanderer also reacted very quickly, turned around, raised his right hand and made a loud 'bang', and the moment the two fought, the air shook suddenly, and a distorted area was created.

Then Fang pulled back, turned around again, and the next moment, the wanderer's perspective saw a shadow sweeping towards him.

Dragon's Tail Strike.

The wanderer blocked down with his hand, and there was another loud bang, and the air flow swirled, producing a sharp puncture sound at the bottom of the pit, causing the weakest young scholar among the few to scream and cover his ears.

After Fang Yi retreated, his claws touched the ground a little, like a knife cutting tofu, leaving a deep nick. Then he stepped forward again, attacking, and in an instant, everyone heard an explosion, and the dust on the ground shook before parting sides.

Only then did a few people see that the moment they rushed forward, a cloud of air cones appeared in front of them. He then walked through the cloud cone, flashing before the wanderer, and once again swung his claw at the wanderer.

The air torn between the sharp claws almost brought a white vortex.

The vortex swept across the ground of the square, and with an immediate 'click', the stone slabs at the bottom of the square shattered.

However, the wanderer still retreated and blocked, blocking seven or eight times in a row before striking a backhand and stretching out his claws to block before he stepped back. Between the two exchanges, everyone could only see two shadows, intertwined in the square for a moment.

At this time, it was separated again.

The wanderer took a step back and looked at Fang with a look of apprehension on his face, while behind him Dries sneered: "It turns out that he is just a newborn air knight, although such a young air knight is rare. However, with your strength, and your newborn dragon soul, what can you do with me, I'm afraid it's a little overwhelmed. ”

It's just that his words didn't get any response for a while.

Because in front of him, Fang Jin's pupils were burning with endless anger, and they were looking at him coldly.

In fact, since the moment the dragon's golden blood poured into his heart, he almost lost control of himself.

It was as if he could only hear a huge and majestic pulsating sound in the endless void, which exploded in his mind one after another. If it weren't for Tata and Nini, he would have succumbed to the will of darkness. And even at this moment, he could only barely maintain the last shred of sobriety

There was only one strong and firm will, which still lingered in his heart.

That is to interrupt the other person to cast a spell.

Put an end to this cycle of fate once and for all.

For that was what he had promised Miss Eve.

Fang gasped heavily, and then squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth:

"Really?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed again, and he immediately continued to rush forward

Seeing this, the wanderer sneered, the other party had lost his mind, but as he said, this little strength alone couldn't take him. It's just that this young man has wasted enough of his time, and seeing that the dismantling spell is about to succeed, he doesn't want to maintain it anymore.

He stretched out his right hand, and the sword in the square in the distance flew back to him as if guided by an invisible force.

Next, this will be the final blow

The wanderer raised his sword, the cold light of the blade reflecting the endless gloom in his eyes. The battle a hundred years later was so similar to Josyud's then, but it was time to put an end to it, he thought.

He raised his sword.

But the next moment, the indifferent look froze on his face.

At that moment, the wanderer's face showed a mixture of extreme incredulity and shock, and his movements seemed to slow down several times at once, and he could only watch Fang's fist stagger his blade and slowly swing towards him.

But he didn't even notice it.

Because in his gaze, at the farthest end of the square, in the shadow there, two people were slowly walking out, and one by one stood behind Fang.

One.

Dressed in purple robes, with black hair, and holding the Royal Staff of Korin Ishurian, he only looked at this scene indifferently. It's as if everything is the same as what the other side saw in that epic battle a hundred years ago.

And another.

He was also holding a long staff, but under the robe, Bai Sensen's ribs were exposed, and above a somewhat ridiculous skull head, two eye holes were staring at him in a black hole.

On the staff in its hand, the emblem of the wolf came to life.

Both of them, chanting incantations in their mouths, pointed their staffs at him.

For a moment, the wanderer felt as if time had slowed down hundreds of times.

And Fang's fist, advancing little by little, with a speed that he could see with the naked eye, impartially, was smashing on the bridge of his nose.

"This punch," Fang grinned, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth.

He paused word by word, gritted his teeth, and read:

"In the name of revenge."

One punch.

There was a loud bang.

In the midst of everyone's shocked gaze.

The wanderer flew out like a kite with a broken string.

And as soon as Fang fell to the ground, at that moment, a trace of doubt actually flashed in his heart.

Why did the other party hesitate at the last moment? It's just that the same hesitation didn't appear on Fang at this moment. He only stayed for a moment, and then his figure continued to dodge forward, as if a shadow had caught up with the wanderer who was still in mid-air, and then, another heavy punch.

The wanderer immediately snapped to the ground and crashed into the pit, kicking up a cloud of dust. Fang Cai landed on the ground, let go of his claws, and looked at the square in that direction, and the dust raised had not yet dispersed. It's just that it's quiet.

The spell, interrupted.

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