A thin golden trail fell into the horizon reflected in the emerald green eyes, the wind picked up in the forest, and the distant shadows of the canopy swelled and the leaves fluttered.

The leaves of the March laurel fell onto the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

The light flowed into the main hall, shining brightly on the marble columns.

Elranta watched this qiē silently, while their sage lord looked quietly to the left and right, as if it was a faint sign of the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly came down the steps, the hem of her silk robe overflowing the marble floor, she turned and said to the two popes of Faenzan:

"Two Majestic, it's time, the prophecy of the past is at this moment, maybe we will be destroyed, or the world will be reborn, but mortals will finally have the power to decide."

The sage lord bowed slightly, and said, "Please help me, two majesticities." ”

"It's my duty to do my job," the First Pope replied with a quick salute, "Rest assured, the Empire will always follow the will of Lord Faenzan, Lord Sage." ”

The current Pope also added: "The envoys are already on their way, Lord Sage," but he was a little skeptical: "But I'm worried about the wind elves." ”

"They will agree, they have a thousand-year-old king at the moment." Elranta smiled softly, as if thinking of an old friend.

She turned around and walked out of the terrace, where the wind tugged at her robes, and beyond the terrace there seemed to be an invisible door, and as she stepped through it, her figure faded.

Then it faded away.

In many parts of the Wilderness and Starry Forest, the catastrophe has completely changed the elegant and unhurried attitude of the indigenous people here.

A meteorite fell on Quelins, destroying half of the royal court of the Wind Elves, and the whole city was plunged into hell, and the cries resounded through the sky.

From the highest point of the Temple of the Star and Moon, look out into the darkness in the distance. The city is filled with sporadic fires and thick plumes of smoke.

The elves all looked at this scene with solemn faces.

But St. Osor, who stood in front of the twelve-pillared gallery, was calm, and beside her stood twenty-four knights, and the hunter siblings followed on the other side, somewhat crampedly dressed in the costumes of the elves—to this day they were not accustomed to what the elves considered decent—but with some overly elaborate and ornate clothing.

The king of the corona of the elves followed behind these people with some trepidation, and he was a little unwilling in his heart, but he was helpless, and he only heard the sage say to the envoy not far away in a firm tone:

"The Wind Elves will form an alliance with the Faenzans."

"Your Excellency." The envoy's voice trembled a little, he never dreamed that he would meet a sage, what a glory, the most noble being in a thousand years. "I will convey your every word in full." He replied respectfully.

The elven royal sister nodded: "Go back and let your Emperor Xià prepare for war, this war may decide the fate of all of us-"

Her voice drifted away with the wind, as if it drifted from the forest to farther away, where mountains and rivers, plains and lakes, it crossed the strait. Crossing the peninsula that juts out into the raging waves, following the seasonal wind called 'Verdant', and following the current, we come to a place called Rosal.

The wind howls all year round, and the sand and gravel rolled up through the canyon, carving countless strange pillars in the sand, and the dragon shadow flying in the huge and strange palace above the cliff. In one of the rooms of the thousands of palaces, a young golden dragon rested its chin on the windowsill. I watched this scene with boredom.

"Aloz!" The voice of the elder came from outside the door.

The little she-dragon grabbed a golden cup and threw it out, and there was a ding-dong sound outside the main hall, and the elder's voice became angry: "Damn, you attacked the members of the Senate again, and you won't be able to come of age if you go on like this, Aloz!" ”

"Yours." Aloz pursed his lips. The massive body turned into a human form in a burst of golden light—she flicked her huge curls with her hand, her golden pupils full of bored color.

She's been locked up for months.

"How dare you bribe a member of the Senate!"

"Don't come back."

"Then I'll take it, I just want to sue you for accepting bribes, even if it's in the dragon clan...... Oh my God, you smashed my beloved golden cup. If I'm not mistaken, this is the collection of Otto II......," exclaimed a voice outside the door in fuss.

An old man with a white beard dragging on the ground walked in with a golden cup in his hand, and he stroked a pit in the golden cup as he walked, sighing.

"I have good news for you, Aloz."

"You have to sue me first, what's going on with such a mess outside?"

"I don't know, maybe Lord Owenloth is summoning the Dragon Council." The little old man looked left and right: "What about Flofa?" ”

"She was mad at me, and I gave her earrings to a mortal."

"Oh." The little old man replied disappreciatively, the relationship between the dragons was very chaotic, otherwise there would not be so many dragonborns in the mortal world: "You are an adult, Aloz. ”

"What did you say!"

The little she-dragon almost thought she had misheard, and then she screamed and jumped three feet high, and she rushed over like a whirlwind, and excitedly grabbed the latter's white beard, and asked in a loud voice:

"What's going on, you say it again?"

"Oh my God, let go!" The little old man shouted angrily, and with a flick of his hand, Aloz flew out like a cannonball, knocking through one of the walls of the palace. With great difficulty, she crawled back from the smoke and dust, looked at the old man with a disgraced face, and stuck out her tongue.

"What the hell is going on, Lord Tulvos?"

"All the temples have suddenly received the promise of Bahamut, and from today onwards, the young generation of the dragon will directly reach adulthood, and when you have held a coming-of-age ceremony, you can directly feel the ancient will."

Aloz's golden pupils lit up: "The gods are back?" ”

"That's not true, I don't know if this promise came back from outside the elemental boundary, or if it was left before, the priests have already fried the pot and are investigating." The little old man replied.

The little female dragon licked her lips: "So, there is a war?" ”

The latter nodded.

Aloz raised his head. Looking out the window, the dragon's shadow was passing across the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice echoed repeatedly:

"Go to Cruz—!"

……

Brando, Freya, where are you ......?

A frightened, small voice suddenly flashed through Gwendoline's mind, and the dragon queen stopped. Suddenly he turned his head and looked behind him with some confusion - where the whole street was burning, flames were coming out from behind all the windows and doors, and sparks were rising and dancing in the smoke.

From time to time, the sound of a building collapsing could be heard in the distance, creaking and rattling, but the subtle sound seemed to be a hallucination, and it never appeared again. She narrowed her eyes, and the pavement was reflected in the firelight. It was as if all the water had evaporated from the soil, and the air seemed to be distorted and rippled as the hot air flowed through the streets.

The heat did not cause Gwendoline any discomfort, and it is often rumored that dragons live in volcanoes because they fly in the sky and burn every qiē they pass through, a myth that scholars see as low-level fallacies. But it doesn't hurt.

Ice and fire, air and earth. Dragons in extreme elemental environments can draw nutrients from them, which is why people often find them in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains, leading to misunderstandings of one kind or another - and adult dragons like Gwendoline, even if they roll in the lava, are not a big deal.

Of course. They don't really do that until their brains are burned.

In fact, the dragons also seek a comfortable and prosperous living environment, just like the pursuit of wealth, and their ecology is more similar to that of Morrill's merchants, greedy and selfish, greedy for pleasure.

Dragons like Gwendoline. It's also an exception among the dragons.

Just as their kind do not understand why they are running around all day long, dragons often run for only one reason, and that is blackmail—kidnapping the princess of a certain kingdom and blackmailing the king's treasury.

Gwendoline's eyes searched every nook and cranny, and she was a meticulous person—or rather a delicate dragon, which had been cultivated by years of life—but to no avail.

"Delusion?"

The dragon queen frowned and retracted her gaze to look at the square ahead, which was December Square.

The square was designed and built in the year of the glorious return by the dwarven master Holzos. Steel axe, of course, this square has been changed and rebuilt for thousands of years, and even if the designer himself crawls out of his tomb and comes here, he may not be able to recognize his masterpiece.

Not to mention the square at this moment, even if the street watchman came here the day before, he may not be able to recognize it.

The square was a blood-red earth, like the hills and basins that Gwendoline had seen in Bilold, with a metal element in the soil and a vivid red color.

But the ground cracked in the heat, like a parched field, and the dragon queen walked slowly on the cracked blood scab, making a crunch sound like stepping on a broken bone.

The statue of Duke Duke, the knight, had completely collapsed from its pedestal, and the stone sculpture lay in disembrance in the center of the square, with its head and one left arm at the fountain, its torso and lower body lying in the center of the square, and its horse lying at the bottom of the dry pool, one right still holding the sword, the tip of which pointed at a charred skeleton not far away.

Gwendoline walked across the square to the skeleton, and she saw the tree-like pendant hanging from the skeleton's neck, and ripped it off with her hands.

At this time, the skeleton moved slightly, its upper and lower jaws swayed, and its burnt vocal cords made a hoarse and faint sound.

"Help me...... My lord, help me. ”

"Was the ceremony a success?"

"It worked...... My lord, help me. ”

Gwendoline looked back, the pattern of blood in the center of the square was swirling, and the charred corpses were lying around the center of the whirlpool, and she saw a few footprints, leaving towards the northeast.

"You're doing a good job."

"Help me...... My lord. ”

Gwendoreen smiled and put her hand on top of its head, "No......" The charred man let out an unwilling scream.

"Why be afraid, death is the best salvation."

"Why...... My lord? The latter shuddered in horror.

Gwendoline's golden vertical pupils looked at him with some pity: "No one dies in vain, and the dead need justice." ”

"No...... You're going to hell too! ”

The sound stopped abruptly.

The Dragon Queen silently threw away the bishop's body, "Yes, I will also go to hell, soon." She replied softly.

But a qiē is worth it.

She turned her head and looked at the dancing fire, as if she saw a quiet, confident figure in the flames, the figure watching her silently through the firelight.

"I'm sorry, we have no choice, this is the fate of the mortal world."

Gwendoline sighed.

The passage of time has made life itself meaningless, and for the immortal beings, the feelings seem to have become weak, and only the eternal purpose at the end of the long road attracts their attention.

She had seen so many mortals, and the short life of mortals was only a snap of time in her eyes, and it was just a blink of an eye.

She would more or less recall, but the sympathy had long since disappeared.

But there is always some kindness and simplicity that will always move people's hearts.

If you can-

But alas, she couldn't give up this qiē for anyone, and when she inherited this bloody inheritance from her predecessors, she already knew this in her heart.

She must be held accountable for everyone who has sacrificed for this for tens of thousands of years, even if they may be reluctant, but it doesn't matter.

If the shepherds can succeed, then every qiē is valuable.

She left the lifeless bishop, turned around, and walked northeast, where she soon found the body of a giant wolf in the midst of the fire.

It was a son of Fenrir.

But the latter had been disemboweled, his entrails were dripping all over the ground, and half the street was covered with the foul and foul blood of the beast. The dragon then came to the corpse, crouched down and stretched out his hand to dig into its stomach for a long time, and then withdrew its bloody hand.

"There is no heart."

She nodded in satisfaction.

But the action suddenly froze.

"Brando, Freya, where are you ......?"

A small, frightened voice asked in her mind.

"Who?"

The dragon queen stood up and looked around with a wary gaze, the fire crackling around the square, but no one answered her question.

There was no sound other than the sound of burning.

However, it was at this time that the voice sounded again, ethereal, like the sobbing of a ghost.

"Brando, Freya, where are you, I'm so scared...... I'm scared?"

…… (To be continued......)