"Mr. Dichter?" Momiji looked at the knight who suddenly started talking to himself in some surprise, not understanding what he meant.

What thirty years ago, what happened here a battle, the other side said as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

In the deep and empty corridor, the voice of the older knight was not high, but it was exceptionally clear. As if he hadn't heard Momiji's words, he walked forward with rustling footsteps, stopping somewhere in the darkness:

"I retreated here, and Miss Misu was pushed to the other side—"

"Miss Misu, who is that, Mr. Dickett, when did you say that? I didn't know anyone from the Illusion had been here before. ”

Dicht still said to himself: "The dragon-worshippers came from all sides and surrounded us, and I raised my sword to meet the enemy, but the sword flew away. ”

Momiji finally heard a hint of suspicion.

She turned to look at Parker, who shook his head at her in confusion and waved his chubby hand to clear his shoulders: "Don't look at me, I didn't do anything, it's none of my business!" ”

"I didn't say anything about you."

"That's not necessarily, if I don't say that, you must shirk your responsibility, I've seen a lot of this kind of thing, you still have to learn one."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious, Miss Momiji, that guy is so poor that jingle bell, look at his sword, it looks quite valuable, but I didn't expect it to be useless." Parker said as he laboriously turned around and removed a dagger from the ring.

Momiji had noticed the paparral guy hanging behind her ass early on, and she didn't know when the other party had hung it up.

But I didn't expect it to come by the way.

When she looked closer, she realized that it was a broken sword.

The sword is slender, its blades and gauntlets spread out like leaves, forged from stainless steel, shimmering in the darkness.

The sword was a good sword, but the blade was broken a third of the way, the fracture was like a crack in glass, some of it was worn, and the edges seemed to be polished a little smooth.

"Wait, this is Mr. Dickert's sword? When did you steal it? I mean, when did it break? ”

Momiji was slightly stunned.

She vaguely remembered that when the older knight fought alongside them at the town hall, the sword in the other's hand was still intact.

Maybe it broke after that?

But this section does not seem to be new.

"Whatever, I picked it up, but I haven't had time to return it to Mr. Dickert yet," Parker's eyes widened, "How could I look at this thing, it's so much worse than my Nightingale's sword." ”

"It's the Thief's Sword, stolen from you and the Brass Dragon."

"Oh, that's because I misremembered the name, you know, the Paparals' racial talent is not very good for memory."

Momiji didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who was talking nonsense.

She looked back, a little curious why Dickt didn't react at all, only to find that the other man had been standing there, his expression as calm as water, as if he had fallen into some kind of contemplation.

He stood there for a long time.

And noticing the latter's gaze, he raised his head and said, "It's been here for thirty years." ”

"Huh?"

Momiji's eyes widened suddenly.

I saw the older knight slowly stretch out his hand, grasp the void, and draw a sword from the darkness.

The blade was slender, and the blade and gauntlet were spread out like leaves, forged of steel, and shimmered pale and fluorescent in the darkness—

Parker looked at the sword, then at his hand, and with a clatter, the sword fell to the ground.

The abrupt sound was heard along the corridor for a long time.

It took both of them by surprise.

"What are you doing, you're crazy!?" Momiji looked at this guy who had more than enough to accomplish and more than to lose.

"I'm ......" Parker also panicked, in this quiet place, I don't know how far this sound can be heard. I'm afraid that it can be heard on several floors, and he himself is an expert in covert operations, so he naturally knows this.

Of the three, only the older knight had a calm face.

He crossed the sword, looked at the other end of the corridor in the darkness, and said lightly to the two, "They're coming." ”

Momiji looked up in amazement, only to hear a dense sound of footsteps in front of him in the darkness.

And there seems to be a sound behind him-

However, in a moment, a group of people in black robes hurriedly appeared around the corner of the corridor ahead, and it was the same group of dragon worshippers they had met in the Great Sanctuary earlier.

And after the other party saw them stunned, they scattered left and right.

"Back, back!" Paparal's stammering voice whispered from the side.

Momiji turned his head and saw a fluorescent glow in the darkness, and in the fluorescent light was a group of worshippers of the Dragon Worship Sect who were dressed in the same clothes as the person in front of him.

But the latter's face was pale, like the reflection of the dead - the ghost who died in this place thirty years ago.

The living and the dead, I don't know if it was a coincidence or some other reason, appeared in this place at the same time. But what made Momiji frown was that she couldn't help but subconsciously flash the elder knight's previous words in her heart.

The Dragon-worshippers came from all sides and surrounded us—

And that's happening today.

Without saying a word, Momiji summoned his own enemy destroyer, the QV700.

And Parker, though trembling with fear, also raised the magic guide heavy crossbow in his hand - only the Paparal man said with a cry: "What to do, I'm running out of explosive crossbow bolts......"

A figure stood in front of him.

It was the elder knight standing with his sword crossed, and the moonlight in the darkness seemed to converge on him, and Parker opened his mouth wide to see that the rust on his antique magic armor was peeling off.

The mottled Marlan emblem was becoming clear again, the faint gold-encrusted ornament was glinting, and the old magic furnace was no longer making a bellows-like noise, and the magic core crystal inside was dazzling in the dark environment.

And only on Dikter's pale face, thirty years of wind and frost have not changed.

The knight's eyes seemed to contain the reflection of the past, the sword in his hand was clenched, and the justice and faith in his heart were always firm, and he slashed forward.

A silver glow.

A dragon worshipper happened to rush to the front, and in his eyes, Dikter's sword was only about ten levels of strength when he came out, and the sword shadow was traceable.

The latter wields a serpentine dagger and is blocked with a raised sword. But in his stunned gaze, the knight's shiny blade staggered with his dagger like a phantom.

The sword breaks, and the person dies.

The silver blade swirled out and plunged into the wall.

Parker's eyes reflected a warm rosy color, it was a rain of blood, and the older knight slashed at each other, staggering past the dragon worshippers, who half of their bodies flew up and fell to the ground.

Under the moonlight, the snow-white section of the spine in the rolled flesh was smooth, the blood gushed like a spring, and the internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

The corpse still had a look of disbelief.

When he drew his sword, he was nothing more than Marlan's guard, a mediocre and unremarkable lumberyard protector of the tenth level, and that weather-covered old knight, as if he had done nothing and had been trapped in the mountains and forests all his life.

A man who is almost out of touch with the times.

At least this is the older knight Fang Yu saw—

And he stood with his sword, and the aura on his body was already the crown of the Temple of Courage - from fifty years ago to the present, there were seventy-four crowned knights in Cowling, and each of them was recorded on the wall of valor in the Marlan Temple.

A golden imprint flashed on the sword in Dickett's hand.

"Seal of the Crown!?"

Momiji looked at the older knight in disbelief and blurted out, "Mr. Dickert, who are you?" ”

The older knight did not answer.

With a flick of the sword blade in his hand, the blood beads on the blade sprinkled on the corridor like a thread, causing the dragon worshippers to stop in unison.

The cultist led by him stopped at once, stretched out his hand to stop his colleague, he raised his head to look at the knight standing in front of him, and gasped:

"Dictor Trivier, you're really in this illusion, it's really haunting-"

Momiji was slightly stunned, and a name flashed through his mind. "Tleywell...... Mr. Dicht, I know who you are......"

Roban Trivil, a legendary hero on the human side of the Battle of Byrne.

The ambiguous romance and legend between the former and the elven princess Brian has been the most talked about by adventurers and ordinary people in Cowlin for many years.

But Momiji knows some hidden secrets, and the beginning of that legendary adventure thirty years ago was actually triggered by another event.

Prior to his famous encounter with the Elven Princess, Sir Roban had been living in the Elpahim region to track down the activities of a cultist behind the scenes, which led to the encounter of the heroes of the Battle of Byrne.

That earliest story --

It's because he's looking for the whereabouts of his father, who disappeared more than 30 years ago.

Few people know that the father of this legendary hero was once the first crowned knight of the El Pahin Marran Temple. Owner of the Crown of Justice.

Momiji was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

"You are Sir Roban's father, the man he had been looking for thirteen years ago."

Dickett heard the name.

Only then did he glance back at Momiji.

There is something gentle in his eyes.

……

The billowing smoke hung upside down in the sky like several black dragons.

The fire was getting closer and closer, and Fang Yuan's hand holding the Scepter of Remorse was sweating at some point, and his palms were soaked. He looked up and saw that the crowd had gathered.

The head of the black press.

It was men, women, old people, children, everyone's eyes were focused on him, uneasy and hopeful, trusting and suspicious.

Fang Yu suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility.

Although he knew that everything in front of him was just an illusion. The people in front of them had already died in the fire thirty years ago.

The black flames even burned out their starlight—

So that no one could escape from Dorifin, and this sensational disaster was buried layer by layer by the royal family and local governors.

The major temples did not make their own voices.

And these people are just forgotten.

"Everyone, please keep up with me in an orderly manner, give priority to protecting women, the elderly and children, I will not leave you, and I hope you will not leave the honor and courage of this city either."

Fang Yu held the scepter in his hand and spoke softly.

Strange to say, he was not loud, but it seemed to have a power of his own—as soon as he spoke, the crowd fell silent.

In the cobweb-like alleys of Uptown, a torrent of people slowly moves forward.

At the front of everyone, the square plover held the scepter high, some people were panicked and uneasy, but no one spoke, and people watched each other and moved forward silently.

The glittering kingdom authority in the field of vision seemed to be a banner. It guides the direction in which people's hearts converge.

Fang Yu saw someone squeezing through the crowd and came to him sweating profusely, a middle-aged man who was slightly bald and a little fat. The other party mustered up the courage to rush in front of everyone, but in front of him, he was very humble and a little helpless.

He stammered, "Your Excellency...... I'm sorry, but did you see my daughter, I searched the whole street and couldn't find her, I think she probably didn't know what was going on......"

Fang Yu looked at the man.

The other party's appearance is slightly older than in the frame, but it is still the same kind look.

"I remember you, you're the owner of that pottery workshop, right?"

"Ahh The man was so surprised that he said, "My lord, I ...... I have sent a batch of goods to the city hall, and I have seen adults from afar, no, I didn't expect that adults still remember to be in the next ......"

He stammered and added, "My wife died early, my lord, my daughter is really important to me, and I swore in front of my deceased wife to protect her...... But ......"

Fang Yu asked, "Is it true that your daughter is a student at Hollitt Academy?" ”

The man's face turned pale: "...... I promise she's nothing to do with those fanatics, my lord, she's a good boy. ”

"She is indeed a good girl," Fang Yu replied, "don't worry, she's fine...... There was a brave lady who rescued her, and they went to the front first, and maybe you will meet her later. ”

The man's face seemed to glow, full of joy.

"Really, sir?"

Fang Yu was silent for a moment, and only nodded vigorously. "Really, I also saw her with a guy who introduced himself and said his name was Hudi-"

The man laughed: "My daughter is very good, haha, it is normal for some young people to pursue." ”

He choked up as he spoke, "Thank you so much, my lord, if it weren't for you, I really don't know what to do......"

The man's face couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "I can't believe it, some people have secretly said bad things about you, and I actually listened to their slander...... Your Excellency, you are definitely the best consul of Dorifin...... I'll do a good job of refuting those guys next time. ”

Fang Yu felt the scepter in his hand tremble slightly.

He tightened his grip on the staff.

Suddenly there was a terrifying scream behind him.

Fang Ou turned his head and saw a pair of long wings rising from under the billowing smoke in the direction of Grey Oak Square. It was slightly curvy, as if it was adjusting to the long-awaited rebirth.

The mark of the Loyal One on his chest lit slightly, and the fear mixed with the scream faded a lot, but even so, there was still a lot of power.

The scream of the dragon's resurgence was still the same for him.

The impact on others is self-evident.

The crowd stirred, and the people behind let out a frightened scream: "Oh my God, what kind of monster is that!?" ”

The people behind began to push forward, and the otherwise orderly line began to become chaotic. Everyone scrambled forward, but only Fang Yu turned around.

The man was frightened and hurriedly grabbed him: "Be careful, there is a monster behind you, you can go quickly, I see it flying......"

“…… That monster is so big! ”

But Fang Yu shook his head.

He looked up, and he could already see the dark dragon swooping down from mid-air.

Shadows obscure the sky.

……