To Caesar's surprise, the weather cleared. In this icy and snowy place, the wind has stopped and the snow has stopped. The sun was high in the sky, and although it was still cold, it at least looked much brighter. "How far are we?" Caesar glanced at Andalia. From the bottom of his heart, he was a little reluctant to go on. Inexplicably being dragged by this night elf to this bitter cold place, he was already about to lose it, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with there, but he wasted more than a month here.

Andalia thought for a moment and replied, "It's not far away, the territory of the Ice Crystal Slime is in front, and His Excellency the Ice Crystal Slime Lord is waiting for you in front." Caesar looked at Andalia: "I hate the life of being manipulated by others, and I am willing to continue to take risks." But at least...... I have to know what the hell I'm doing!" Andalia hesitated, and after half a sound, she sighed, "Well, I can tell you something. The Night Elf found a rock and sat down, she looked up at the sun for a while, looking directly at the sun, the dazzling circle of light fell on her eyes, and her eyes couldn't help but sour, Andalia's expression was complicated, her face was a little gloomy, and she was a little obsessed with memories. After a long time, she whispered: "You should have heard about Diablo!"

Caesar nodded, the black dragon Nefarian's dragon ball was still on him.

Lime, who calls himself Lord Tristum, and Millie, the lord of the dragons, both give Caesar a new understanding of Diapoleon.

Andalia glanced at Caesar and said, "The territory of the Ice Crystal Slime is actually the seal place where Heaven sealed Diapoleon back then!"

Caesar:!!!

Andalia nodded seriously and said with a wry smile: "Yes, I didn't lie to you, this is the place where Heaven fell back then, and the Ice Crystal Slime is to protect this place from being invaded by others." ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Caesar became more and more confused, he was a small lord, and Atlanta may have been a legend back then, but now it is gradually declining, and Caesar does not understand what this has to do with him.

Andalia took out a roll of parchment from the cloth bag he was carrying, handed it to Caesar, and said, "Look at it, there may be something you want to know here." ”

Caesar took the parchment half-convinced, and the parchment seemed to have been burned: "What is this?"

Andalia's expression was serious: "A prophecy! This thing in your hand is the last prophecy before the fall of Heaven, and it is also a prophecy passed down from generation to generation by our Night Elves, and every Night Elf has been searching for what this prophecy needs all their lives to prevent Diapole from resurrection!"

With an attitude of absurdity and utter disbelief, Du Wei opened the parchment scroll.

For these so-called prophecies, in fact, Caesar did not believe in them from the bottom of his heart, what horoscopes and the like in his previous life, at most he just wanted to make himself feel at ease, if there was really such a thing as prophecy, then there would be no poor people in the world!

But when Caesar opened the parchment and looked at it, Caesar was completely stunned! He sat on top of the snow like a petrified statue, his face full of shock, even ...... Fear! Really! All this ...... It's actually true!! content, divided into two paragraphs. After reading the first paragraph, it completely subverted Caesar's inner doubts! "I will die, but I will not really die, and when heaven falls, the wheel of fate will slowly turn and cannot be stopped. That guy in the east, he will betray the Holy See, he has obtained my power, he has obtained my glorious inheritance, and the Evil Spirit Knights will be invincible in the Northwest Continent......! He is not the last missioner. This ...... Caesar's eyes widened. I opened my mouth wide, but I couldn't get a word out of my throat! This ...... This is actually ...... It's true! It's a true prophecy! It's a true prophecy!! a prophecy from heaven!

It took a long time for Caesar to finally come to his senses, he took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at the Night Elves. Andalia looked at him with a smile on her face: "When you and I first saw this letter, our expressions and reactions were the same. Then she reached over and pointed to a few key phrases on the paper: "Aren't these things exactly the same as your history in Atlanta, don't you see the Knights of the Evil Spirits and the betrayal of the Holy See?" Caesar swallowed hard, he didn't know that Atlanta was actually a member of the Holy See, and he left the Holy See as a traitor. "Look at the second paragraph!" said Andalia, smiling, but her eyes were deep, as if she wanted to see through Caesar's heart! "Second ......" Caesar took a deep breath and continued to look down. If the first paragraph is just a shock, then the second paragraph brings Caesar a deep fear! "The one who has truly inherited my mission, he is a teenager who has woken up from dementia, and from the moment he wakes up, he will be blessed and protected by high-level powers, he will receive the Dragon Ball of the Black Dragon, the help of the wisest woman in the world, and the assistance of the last angel of heaven! Led by the last Night Elf, he will find my legacy, and when he pulls out the sword of kings I left behind, he will lead the charge when Diapoleon revives again!, and ......" Caesar's heart was beating fast and his breath was short, and when he saw that the words on the parchment were written here, there was no longer the following, and he couldn't help but say anxiously: "And then what?" He took the parchment in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, only to find that the last part of the handwriting was where he saw it. There should obviously be some text on the back, but unfortunately, this parchment seems to be a fragment, and the back part, the paper is charred black, as if it has been burned by something. "What about the back?" Caesar asked in a low voice. "Back...... Without. Andalia's face was strange: "This is a prophecy that our Night Elves have passed down from generation to generation, and I don't know what the previous generations have done, anyway, when I got it, it was already like this." Andalia was calm, after all, she had seen this thing countless times, she looked at Caesar, and her voice was serious: "Now, you know why I insisted on bringing you here, right? Caesar was silent. "In the north. Andalia pointed firmly ahead, facing the cold wind, and his eyes were firm: "Just ahead! All the way north, didn't you ask me what was there? I can tell you now that there is a legacy left by heaven and a sword of kings! If the prophecy is true, everything is true, then ...... Only you can pull out that sword!" Get a legacy from heaven? Draw a sword of kings? The "mission" of heaven's prophecy? Caesar suddenly wanted to pinch himself: Am I dreaming?

Caesar's mood was not easy. He felt a little panicked and heavy in his heart, as if he had pressed a big stone and was heavy. There is no doubt that Caesar did not like this thing very much! He did not like this prophecy, nor did he like any mission, or who would inherit the will! Since coming to this strange world, Caesar has not had any "grandiose" thoughts in his heart.

His life expectation is very simple: protect Atlanta, let the girl who has been guarding herself when she is an idiot rest assured, and after Atlanta develops in the future, with her next plan, she will become the first tyrant in the Northwest, and wait for death every day.

Put the phrase out of someone else's mouth: You see, the lord of Atlanta is an idiot. Change: You see, the lord of Atlanta is a tyrant!

You see, it's a very simple life, isn't it?

But now it is clear that Caesar's careful thinking is completely over!

It's all because of this damn prophecy!