Although the road ahead is full of dangers, Lothar is not without evidence. In addition to the legendary orb, the Dragon's Roar carpet he bought from Woking's Cry is also the hole card he can use to survive the crisis.

Back in her room, Lothar spread the Dragonroar rug she had bought for 300 gold on the table. He removed all the ornate but useless decorative embroideries on the carpet, revealing the true face inside.

Blue-gray, rough, dry, tough, like the skin of some kind of creature.

Lothar poured a trace of mana into the carpet, and its surface glowed with a faint golden light.

"That's right! This is indeed the scroll of everything! With it, I have more self-preservation abilities in the scourge of the dead! ”

In the era before the Great Collapse, there were three primeval golden dragons incarnated as canaries beside the dragon god Bahamut. They are the loyal guardians of the dragon gods, the strongest of the metal dragon clan. Later, in the 9,000-year war, these three primeval golden dragons fell one after another. The dragon corpse was separated by seven powerful legendary mages.

One of the legendary mages, known as the "Circle Creator", is Helast Blackrobe. He made ten dragon skin rolls out of the golden dragon skin. This kind of scroll is claimed to be able to carry all things and write all magic arrays, and it is an extremely practical item for any mage, which can turn the impossible into a possibility.

Later, Helast Blackrobe fell in the Great Collapse, and his ten scrolls of all things were scattered everywhere. The dragon's roaring scroll was kept as a curiosity until after the Fifth Night's catastrophe. In today's world, I'm afraid only Lothar knows what the Scroll of Everything is for.

Lothar stood in front of the scroll of all things spread out on the table, recalling the dragon-language ballad that would awaken the power of the scroll. In order to get this poem, he helped a greedy primeval red dragon repaint his home with gold leaf, consuming two-thirds of his fortune.

But now, Lothar feels that all the effort was worth it.

While chanting a ballad, Lothar picked up a dagger, slit his fingers, and drew a picture of three canaries on the scroll of all things with blood.

At the end of the chanting, the canary on the dragon's skin suddenly burst into flames, and the blood turned into golden flames, rising into the air and taking the shape of a three-headed dragon.

Roar!

Another dragon's roar, and all fell silent.

This scroll of all things has become the possession of Lothar completely.

Lothar was satisfied, and her mind moved: "Shrink." ”

Suddenly, a table-sized dragon skin quickly shrank and turned into a small piece of paper that could be hidden in the palm of your hand.

Lothar had just put the scroll of everything into the dimensional bag when she suddenly heard a slight crackling sound in her pocket. He opened his coat pocket and looked to see that the prophetic warning gem had shattered into powder.

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On top of the gray tower, the black-robed old man looked at the magic array on the ground with a gloomy face.

Three days of preparation time, 400 gold coins of material input, but now all of them have been wasted. He originally wanted to rely on this "guiding goal" prophecy magic array to find the kid who carried the legendary orb, but he didn't expect that the other party actually had the ability to block the prophecy spell and make his efforts go to waste.

In order to prepare this magic array, the old man spent a lot of rare alchemy materials, and if he wanted to arrange the magic array again, it would take at least a month to prepare again. Not wanting to wait any longer, he shook the bell and summoned a young man to his tower.

"Father, is there anything you can do?"

"The three people we bought into the Friden family, Lucy, the valet Lucy, the captain of the guard, Marieri, and the mage Lorenzo, are all dead. Not only did we not get the Orb of Legends, but we also lost the trace of Lothar Frieddon. ”

"It's just a small role, and if you die, you die. Lorenzo, in particular, as a full-fledged mage, incompetent but ambitious, cowardly but greedy, will die sooner or later. ”

"It seems that hidden behind the scenes, the power of money alone cannot get that legendary orb. We, the Moon Scepter Family, must do it ourselves. Rexi, you can go for a trip. You've already started to condense your real name. If you snatch the Legendary Orb, you will definitely be able to greatly increase your Law Flame, which will be of great benefit. ”

"Understood, my father."

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As soon as Lothar stepped into the forest, the afterglow of the evening sunset was immediately obscured by the canopy of trees, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a verdant shadow.

He originally planned to stay in Green Thorn City for a few more days, read dozens of books, accumulate a sum of experience points, and then set off to the White Lake Woodland to find the white deer. But the prophecy warns of the shattering of the gem, causing Lothar to change her mind.

The Moon Staff family has already taken action in person, and it won't be long before someone will come to the door. Lothar has to hurry up and improve his game.

Therefore, after purchasing alchemy materials, drawing a magic array, and injecting mana, Lothar immediately set off and came to the White Lake Woodland.

The White Lake is deep in the forest, and the walk takes about half a day. He departs in the evening and should be able to reach the lakeside at midnight if all goes well. Walking in the wild at night is a dangerous thing to do, but the White Lake Woodland is an exception.

It's not far from Green Thorn City, and there are no dangerous animal activities, at most it's a semi-demonized beast like a ferocious bear. And in order to ensure the security of trade in Greenthorn, Baron Charon sends troops every year to carry out a thorough "clean-up" to eliminate any potential threats. A few years ago, there was a two-headed ogre who wanted to occupy the forest as king and robbed the passing merchants, who knew that within two days, he was eliminated by Baron Charon.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Lothar spotted the white deer.

A white shadow flickered in the dark night of the forest, bringing the sound of hooves and the breeze through the forest.

This nature spirit will not approach humans unless it believes that the other person is "destined". After Bailu found Lothar from afar, he did not take the initiative to approach, but chose to stay away, which shows that he is not the lucky one who is favored by Bailu.

But Lothar had another way.

The mage took out a bell and shook it gently. When the night breeze had sent the bell into the distance, he took out a straw-green biscuit with bright red accents from the lining of his robe.

This biscuit is made from celery leaves mixed with cypress fruit and is a favorite food of white deer. After being attracted by the ringtone, the other party will definitely not be able to resist the aroma of food.

Sure enough, after a while, a noble creature with pure white and smooth fur gradually appeared in Lothar's field of vision.

It glanced warily at Lothar with its lake-clear eyes until it didn't feel hostile, and then walked slowly.

"What a beautiful creature." Lothar looked at the white deer's majestic antlers and couldn't help but admire.

Bailu lowered his head, sniffed the biscuit in Lothar's hand, then licked it, and took another bite. After tasting the sweetness, it finally relaxed and feasted.

Listening to the sound of the white deer chewing, Lothar carefully touched the white deer's head.

The other party did not refuse.

"You have opened the mysterious illustrated book: the white deer of Linhu. Mystery is average. The current progress of the bestiary is 1%. ”

Lothar was secretly happy in her heart, and continued to feed the white deer with biscuits, making contact with it.

As the relationship between one man and one deer deepens, Lothar sees the progress of the Mystical Bestiary growing, eventually reaching 50%.

At this time, the white deer finally had its fill, and it snorted at Lothar, nodded, and motioned for the mage to follow.

The white deer ran ahead, and Lothar followed twenty meters behind. The road in the woods is very difficult to walk at night, and if it weren't for the quick walking boots on his feet that have some function to assist him in running, I am afraid that he will be thrown farther and farther away.

This high-intensity trek lasted more than three hours, and at one o'clock in the morning, one person and one deer stopped. If Lothar hadn't strengthened her body strength to reach the Black Iron Rank, I'm afraid she would have been tired and would have fallen down.

The trees thinned out, and a misty lake appeared in front of Lothar's eyes. Lothar could feel that the endless mist in front of her was full of strangeness, so thick that the wood elves blessed with sharp eyes could not see through it. If he hadn't heard the sound of rushing water, he wouldn't have been sure if he had reached the shore of the White Lake.

"This fog ......" Lothar's brow furrowed, as he dug up some bad information from his memory.

Bailu seemed to see that Lothar was preoccupied. It walked over to the mage and bit the corner of his coat a few times.

"You're getting me ready?"

The white deer licked Lothar's palm, walked to the lake, raised his head and chirped, and the antlers suddenly bloomed with a green shimmer, piercing the mist on the lake.

A white mist as thick as slurry parted on both sides, revealing a black lake.

Lothar's face became more solemn.

Rumble......

Stone pillars rise from the lake, forming a one-jump path to the island in the middle of the lake.

Lothar looked around, and there seemed to be a huge building on the island in the middle of the lake.

His spiritual power felt a heavy, cold, tingling sensation. The building on the island in the middle of the lake is radiating extremely strong negative energy.

At this moment, an arrow flew out of the forest, and with a "whoosh" sound, it shot straight into the soil under the feet of the white deer.

The white deer was frightened, jumped three times and disappeared into the night.

"Hancock, your archery has regressed, and you haven't hit the brute for forty paces. You will be fined two months' salary. ”

"I'm sorry, sir."

In the woods, there was the sound of Suoso, and in a few moments, two mages, a man and a woman, appeared in Lothar's sight, followed by five warriors, one of whom was an archer with a war bow on his back, who was apologizing to the two mages with a look of shame.

"Boy, you have to thank me, otherwise that arrow just now would have gone straight to your throat." The balding middle-aged male mage looked at Lothar arrogantly.

"It's unlucky. I've heard that the fur of the white deer has a strong affinity for nature, and is used to make mage robes, which can be of great help to the wearer in the practice of natural school spells. The bloated female mage said sharply, looking dissatisfied.

When Lothar saw the appearance of the two people, she suddenly remembered that they were the same guys who had been in Woking's crying before and used their status as official mages to cut in line.