Mazak slowly walked to the level of the plover and faced the dragon with him. He raised the sword in his hand, and the black smoke that diffused from the dragon's body suddenly dispersed backwards, as if he was terrified of the sword.

Fang Yu looked at this scene with a little curiosity.

Of course, he knew that Aitaria was not born from the arrival of the Chosen One, and that the world itself had a long history. Several continents are suspended above the sea of clouds, there are countries, peoples and legends of the past, and there are many ancient stories and legends in the bright bonfires.

The sword in the innkeeper's hand made these black smoke so terrifying, and it was extraordinary. It wasn't even an alchemical weapon, the sword had left a thousand smelted snow marks, and under the flow of moonlight, it was like a fluorescent bath. Probably forged from a distant era, hammers falling from anvils, sparks flying, born in flames, one of many dragon-slaying swords forged by goblins.

Fang Owl knew the story, the story of the elves and humans forming an alliance against giants and dragons. The elves have crafted five of the most famous dragon-slaying swords, each held by the five ancient Oath Keeper clans.

Is this sword in front of you one of them? Those bizarre images came to his mind, the enemy destroyer who drank the blood of the dragon king? Or the Sword of Moya, who slain the seven-headed dragon? Or the legendary sword, the goblin favored by the hero Shuyod, Galapea.

I think it's the latter.

Because he heard the dragon's low, angry growl.

Mazak pointed his sword at the behemoth and said in a deep voice, "You are still alive, Nicol Bolas, but today is not the time to end all grievances." Leave, with me here, you don't want to hurt this child. ”

The dragon let out a screech of rage.

It lunged forward, but a blinding glow erupted from the sword, causing it to scream and retreat.

It looked at the tip of the sword with fear—it recognized the sword, had drunk its blood, and had left it with an unforgettable memory. The cold glow on the tip of the sword still makes the wound on its body faintly painful. Especially when the sword was pointed at it, it felt a throbbing in its heart, the right corner and right claw showed signs of materialization and collapse, and there was also a sharp pain in the blind eyes.

It let out a wail, reluctantly retracting its wings and taking a step back, and the black mist that filled it retreated. It looked at the two of them with a look of resentment and greed, and said, "Oath keeper, oath keeper, I will not let you go again, wait, the flame of vengeance will burn together—the star of calamity has come again." ”

As he spoke, it spread its wings and slowly rose from the water, the wind blowing the waves on the water, and the mangroves rattling, but only Mazak remained still. The dragon gave them one last glance in midair, then turned and flew into the night sky.

Fang Plover looked up and vaguely saw it flying into the depths of the Traveler's Swamp.

He was about to ask something. But the innkeeper was slowly putting his sword back into its sheath, and with his right index finger cocked up, he made a silent gesture to him.

It was a long moment before a distant screech could be heard from the depths of the swamp. The whistling sound was completely different from any time Fang Ou had heard before, it was so majestic and mighty that it made the whole swamp tremble.

The water rippled slightly, and the mangroves trembled, and the leaves drooped. In the distance, a flock of aquatic birds arose, and in the night sky, a black pressure flew into the air, and the noise resounded through the sky, over the heads of the two men, and went out of the swamp.

Fang Yu watched this scene with his mouth wide open.

The man on the side who was as majestic as a giant tower looked as usual, he turned his head and said to Fang Yu: "This is the real dragon roar, how does it feel?" ”

Fang Yuan's mind still echoed with the long roar from before, he didn't know how far away the swamp was from here, but he didn't think it would be too close. After hesitating for a moment, he asked with some trepidation: "...... So what is it exactly? ”

"It was Nicol Bolas, though they generally referred to it as the Dragon Witch, who fell into the depths of the swamp thirty years ago. All you saw before was the remnants of a horn it had been cut off. Mazak said as he waded forward, dropping a sentence: "If you want to hear the story, follow along—"

At this time, Fang Yu saw that on his system window, two lines of prompts appeared from left to right:

'The event is over, and the experience is recorded - 33,000 points. ’

'Included in the Event Catalogue - The Witch of the Dragon. ’

'Catalogue of Superior Events, the Coming of the Third Scourge Star. ’

He gasped, almost stunned by the experience reward. The system's summary and recording of cognitive experience is divided according to the level of events behind it—according to the length of the journey, the wider the scope of the impact, the number of participants, the strength of the enemy, and most importantly, the far-reaching impact on the whole world, giving different degrees of rewards to the inspirers, participants, and experiencers.

Among them, the longer the event, the wider the scope, the greater the number of participants, the stronger the enemy, the more far-reaching the impact on the world, and the more rewards will be given.

What does 33,000 experience mean? In the Craftsman's Guild and Adventurer's Hall, the rewards for a task that would take a week or more for a team below level 5 to complete are divided equally among everyone, almost one-tenth of that number.

It is very common for an ordinary Drafter to go through the normal process before level ten and move up one level in about half a year. Only the elites that the Grand Guild focuses on cultivating can be promoted to above the tenth level within two or three years of events.

And 33,000 experiences, for an individual, are equivalent to the completion of a 'feat', or a 'glorious deed'. In Aitalia, a typical 'feat' is almost equivalent to making a name for itself in a city.

Witnessing refers to experiencing an event – rather than inspiring and attending, and the latter two are bound to be rewarded a lot more.

Is it enough to make a name for yourself in an area with a population of tens of thousands? Fang Yu really couldn't imagine how far-reaching an event would have to be to achieve this.

It's a pity that no one can tell him the answer to this question -

Because in the information world of Aitalia, the law is very different from the reality - the system, where there seems to be a transcendent power, which always predicts and sifts clues in advance, but often leaves only a few words of information.

The 'Dragon Witch' incident in the hint was easy to understand, but Fang Yu was still thinking about what its superior directory was, what the so-called 'Coming of the Third Calamity' was. But every now and then, he can't help but have a headache that he still knows too little about the First World.

Mazak has gone farther and farther away.

Fang Yu looked over there, then let go of the thoughts in his heart and chased after him. The former did not go fast, deliberately waiting for him to catch up. After Fang Yu caught up with the other party, he remembered the other party's previous words - he was still a little surprised in his heart: just the residual power of one of the dragon's severed horns could turn into a leader-level monster, how strong could Nicol Bolas's body be?

And the witch of the dragon, who is sacred?

In the records of the Silver Tower, the last dark dragon fell in the Dead Swamp, so is there any other dark dragon living in this world after that?

But when he opened his mouth, he asked another irrelevant matter: "Where is this going?" Mr. Mazak, aren't we going back to the hotel? ”

"It's not safe in the inn right now," replied the tall man, though his tone was a little dismissive, more disdainful than worried. Fang Yu thought he was referring to those who triggered the task, so he didn't ask.

After a while, the former continued: "There is a forest ahead, which is the secret base of your companions. ”

"Secret base?" Fang Yu paused for a moment, and then remembered that it was not the first time he had heard of this term.

It is a dense forest of redwoods, and the terrain is elevated, where dry slopes are formed. The redwood groves that surround the island are so good that the root nets inserted into the water are like a labyrinth, and Mazak and the square plover bend left and right in the water nets for a long time before stepping onto the solid ground.

Luckily, they met Azure and Kita, as well as Luo Yu and Paparal crossbowmen. It turned out that when they heard the dragon's roar, they knew that the dragon had flown away, and decided to wait here to meet the others.

Tianlan was very surprised when she saw Fang Yuan: "Ah, Brother Ed, how do you know here?" ”

And behind this little French girl, Luo Yu and Ji Ta were building a wind stove out of wet mud, apparently preparing to make a fire to dry their clothes. The others were fine, only soaking their pants, but Kita was almost soaking wet because of her short stature.

Parker sat under the tree, struggling to pour the water out of his boots, when a silverfish poured out and fluttered on the ground. Several people looked in Fang Yuan's direction, and only Ji Ta turned slightly sideways.

Fang Yu glanced at this 'little Zhengtai' with some surprise, but unexpectedly saw that the other party's wet robe was clinging to his body, and although the curve on his chest was very thin, it was also exquisite.

He thought he had seen it wrong and couldn't help but take another look. But he saw Kita bow her head and whispered to him, "Mr. Ed......"

"Ahh

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Fang Yuan's face flushed, and he hurriedly looked away. Of course, he is not stupid, and he has more or less already guessed in his heart, and he only confirmed it now. "Well, I just didn't expect it......" he said with a touch of his nose and a little embarrassed.

"It's none of your business, that's Parker's good thing," Sky Blue said angrily.

Fang Plover glanced at the Paparal with some curiosity, wondering what good the other party had done. And through the explanation of the French girl, he realized that Kita's robe had been bought by this Paparal man—according to the Paparal's usual logic, he certainly bought it according to his own style.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

At this time, the others saw the taciturn innkeeper behind Fang Yuan. When Tianlan saw Mazak, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue: "Ah, good evening, Mr. Mazak - no wonder Brother Ed can find this place!" ”

Mazak nodded at them.

He walked over to the campfire, which was already full of dry firewood. He took out a match, skillfully slashed it on the stone, and then ignited the fluff and moss in the center of the firewood, and the bright flame soon rose.

Only then did Mazak turn around, throw a white glass bottle to a few people, and said, "Deal with it first." ”

Fang Yu still wanted to say that he was not injured, but when he saw the movements of several other people, he knew how lonely he was. The bottle turned out to be salt, the most important thing to have when traveling in the swamp.

It is the nemesis of leeches.

Although he had only walked in the inlet for a few minutes, Fang Yu saw the power of these little things. He watched as Mazak sprinkled salt on the leech, and watched as the thing shriveled and turned into a puddle of blood.

The others did the same, except for Sky Blue who was there to make a fuss, as if it wasn't the leech who died, but herself.

Not long after, another girl appeared in the mangrove forest—it was Attila. Azure screams at the sight of Attila and plunges headlong into the latter's arms, nearly knocking her into the water. Kita seemed to be happy too, but she hesitated and didn't pass.

Attila smiled wryly and pushed away Sky Blue, she was slightly stunned when she saw Fang Yuan, and then a warm and soft gaze appeared in her eyes.

Fang Plover foolishly asks the elven maiden if she needs salt, but Mazak looks at the pendant on Attila's chest and tells him that Ameya's followers are not attacked by wild animals, including insects.

Except, of course, the crazy ones -

As the bonfire was blazing, Attila came over and sat down by the fire, and everyone was drying their clothes around the bright flame. Kita looked at the innkeeper with some curiosity, not just why the other party was in this place.

What's more important is that everyone wants an explanation for everything that happens in the hotel.

Mazak silently pulled the dragon-slaying sword Galapeia a few inches out of its sheath, allowing the snow light of the sword to reflect the flames and fall on his face. He slowly drew the whole sword again, and then said to the other plover, "Almost a hundred years ago, my ancestors used this sword to seriously wound Nicol Bolas, and in that battle, he cut off one of its corners and one claw. ”

"Your ancestors?" Kita bent her knees, her legs together, her little hands to the campfire, and whispered in surprise, "Mr. Mazak, are you a descendant of Shujord?" ”

"Our people are indeed the descendants of the Oath Keepers," Mazak whispered, rubbing his fingers over the blade of his sword, "and don't forget your deceased enemies—"

His voice was very long, and in the midst of the dancing bonfire, everyone was drawn into that era, with dragon wings covering the sun and burning the city.

"Wait a minute," Fang Yu said with doubts in his heart, "Mr. Mazak, that horn is the one that Nicol Bolas was cut off at that time?" Was it cut down by the dragon slayer hero Shuyod himself? ”

Shuyod was a legendary hero who was active in the Sea of Clouds region about a hundred years ago, and there are many legends and songs about him in the Kaurin-Ihurian region. One of the most well-known is the legend that he kept the oath of a dragon slayer and defeated the dragon of Istanya with the legendary sword of the dragon, Galapeia.

But the dragon doesn't have to be a dark dragon.

The legend of the Dark Dragon ended seven centuries ago in the Battle of the Dead Swamp, ending with the death of the last dragon, Helltongue, the owner of the sword and legendary dwarven hero, Warit, the King of the Steelbrow Dwarves.

But if you think about it, neither in official literature nor in folktales, there is no mention of the color of the dragon that Thuyod slews.

And today, Mazak, the innkeeper who claimed to be a descendant of Shuyod, armed with the dragon-slaying sword Galapeia, tells them that his heroic ancestor had repelled a black dragon that day—and that the black dragons were invariably dark cultists, the most prominent of the dark dragons.

And he told them that the dragon's name was Nicol Bolas, and that she was also known as the Dragon Witch. His ancestors did not kill it, but only wounded it severely, cutting off its horn and claws, and stabbing it in one eye.

But Kita had never read a word of the story in Elpahin's great library, only Fang Yu remembered the name, which he remembered coming from the strange pair of master servants.

But the impressive blonde girl is now gone.

He asked Miss Fairy again in his mind, but the latter sat on his shoulder and shook his silver ponytail, not knowing it.

Mazak listened to Fang Yuan's question, and was silent for a long time before asking, "That's a long story, do you really want to hear it?" ”

"Think, think, think." Sky Blue nodded like pounded garlic.

But the tall man only looked at Fang Yu—

Until the latter nodded.

……