In the hazy vision, the dragon song flapped its wings and galloped towards the pyramid platform of the Marta tribe in the green forest and high mountains.

This is not a hometown building, but built by Ingmar.

Spreading his wings and hovering high in the air and looking down, Long Ge saw his father, sister, and dozens of clansmen all trapped in the translucent chains extending from the circle under their feet.

The family looked at him sadly, still calling his name.

Long Ge felt that he should rush down to save them, but for some reason, his wings just spread uncontrollably, allowing the hot air to pass through the feathers to bring lift to himself, and this feeling of powerlessness seemed familiar.

"You're late." A man's voice came from high behind him.

"Ingmar!" Long Ge gritted his teeth and looked back resentfully.

The muscular man named Ingmar fanned his wider wings, he had long flowing black hair, and his face looked young, but in Long Ge's last impression, he was already more than three hundred years old.

The Marta people do not grow old, nor do they usher in the end of their lifespan, and Ingmar, who is more than 300 years old, is considered very young in the clan.

"Maurie...", and the figure of another man came into view—a short-haired man with light blonde hair suspended in the air, wearing a soft white robe and holding a long wooden staff with young leaves.

As the mastermind behind Ingmar, why did he appear here at the same time as Ingmar, in memory, there should be only Ingmar at this moment... All of this is very false.

"Let's do it." Maury said in a soft voice, the hovering Maury had no wings, and the float seemed like some kind of magic.

Ingmar smiled hideously and raised his hands, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

A magic circle was created in his palm, and the manipulator restrained the magic of his people.

"Stop! Bastard, do you know what you're doing!? Long Ge roared angrily, but now it was not only the wings that could not move, but also the limbs of the body, and the voice of the voice became smaller and smaller, "They are your people, your family, and your most revered warriors are among them..."

No matter what Long Ge said, the other party wouldn't listen to it.

Long Ge turned his head to look at the pyramid platform, only to see that the circles had already fallen into a sea of purple fire, and the clansmen let out a cry of pain, and the sound stopped as the flames turned them to ashes.

Soon, everything was gone, and it was as if nothing existed on top of the circle.

"Well done, give me something, and we'll make a deal." Maury said to Ingmar.

"I'm glad I agreed with you from the very beginning." Ingmar took out a multicolored crystal from the circle and handed it to Mauri.

"What did you do!?" Long Ge's tears slid down her cheeks, and suddenly, her body and wings could move again.

She immediately flapped her wings at the two of them, her hands turning into vulture claws, ready to fight them to the death.

But Ingmar and Maury didn't speak, didn't dodge, just laughed quietly.

Long Ge approached them, his claws swinging down, piercing through them as if they were striking the air.

Inhaling sharply, Long Ge woke up and stared.

... It turned out to be just a dream... There was a gloss of tears in his eyes.

He was lying on his stomach at the long dining table in the hall, his arms were surrounded by stacks of tall plates—the size of a banquet plate, which was the lunch provided by the gladiatorial arena for the finalists, and Long Ge ate a lot of food, almost more than the other contestants combined.

The shortlisted gladiators were not allowed to leave the venue halfway, waiting for the afternoon event, and Long Ge, who was not provided with food, had to lie down on the table and rest.

The plate blocked the view, but he couldn't see the other players, and the other long tables were empty, and the referee said that in this gap, the gladiatorial arena could be used freely, probably they went to train and warm up.

There was a sound of sweeping the floor beside him, and Long Ge leaned back to look at it, it was the little Asian girl who was in charge of serving food to everyone, about ten years old, wearing coarse cloth clothes, she should have been working here.

"I—we can't feed you anymore." She was originally immersed in cleaning, but found Long Ge staring at her with tears in her eyes, and said nervously for a while, "Even if you put on a pitiful expression, you can't do it." ”

The Asian girl dodged her eyes, she was afraid of the gladiators, who could undoubtedly break their necks... But under the pressure of his boss, he also had to be tougher on the out-of-line players.

"I've heard you say it before I go to bed." Long Ge noticed it, wiped away his tears, and smiled at her.

"You're eating too much... It's the first time I've seen so many fighters eat in the arena in the past few years, and the food is originally unlimited for the players, but if you do this, the other fighters will have nothing to eat..."The Asian girl whispered. Because of his lack of judgment, he served Long Ge vigorously, which led to being scolded by the head chef, and finally made an exception to stop supplying Long Ge.

"Actually, it's okay not to eat at all, if you mind this, you should have told me at the beginning." Long Ge said that he thought that the human race was really stingy on the issue of food, and missed the hunting and dining times in the tribe in the past, but when he thought of this, his expression became uncontrollably melancholy.

"Don't eat at all? "I'm just saying that you can't burden the arena with food, but you still have to eat the necessary food. ”

"At present, the nutrients in my body are enough for me to support me for a long time, and if I don't fight, it should be no problem to survive for 20 years without eating or drinking." Seeing that the Asian girl was quite kind, Long Ge chatted with her.

"20 years!?" The subhuman girl showed an incredulous expression, and the broom in her hand stopped for a long time, "You mean, did you eat the amount of food you have eaten for 20 years in advance?" Lie..."

"For me, of course." Long Ge nodded affirmatively.

"But I used to live on the streets, and I had to break a loaf of bread into quarters... If I eat all of them on the first day, I'm sure I'll faint with hunger on the second and third days. The Asian girl looked at her with envy, "If I could be like you, eat as much as I can, and I won't go hungry in my life." ”

"Landa, have you finished cleaning!? Why are there some plates missing, and you haven't come in yet? A man's rough shout rang out from the kitchen.

"Just, just come." The Asian girl responded. Then he glanced at the four stacks of plates overlapping beside Long Ge, sighed slightly, and put those plates at the end for fear of disturbing Long Ge's nap.

The Asian girl put aside the broom and walked over to face the most challenging pile of plates ever, it was impossible to hold a pile at a time, she had to take several of them, and she had to stand on a stool to get high.

When the Asian girl was about to stand on the stool and the dining table, Long Ge got up, and by the way, easily lifted the two stacks of plates from the bottom with both hands.

"I'll do it." She said.

The Asian girl smiled with relief and looked at it curiously.

Long Ge, who walked towards the back kitchen, was very stable, the stacking height could not pass through the door frame, and he also crouched down slightly without any shaking.

At this moment, Long Ge still had the energy to distract himself.

After winning the gladiatorial battle and repaying Xia Zuo for the kindness he awakened, he was free, and when the time came, he searched for Ingmar's whereabouts, found him, and killed him... It has become his lifelong goal.

But the world is so vast that even if you soar into the sky with your wings, you have never reached its end.

Where's Ingmar? Where do you start?

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