At the top of the hill there is a palace built of megaliths, and against the rising peaks of the mountains, a complex of buildings is formed. This palace is completely different from the palaces of the terrestrial world, without the simplicity of humans, nor the luxurious wildness of elves, nor the roughness of dwarves, it looks different, as if it has been hollowed out with a single stone. There are not such large stones that can be hollowed out into a living space, but each stone has an extraordinary size, and when stacked together, it forms this magnificent miracle - this gray palace, without any ornate elements, but in a world of cold winds and snow, it is terrifying.

There are people who climb here for various purposes. Pilgrims, merchants, and even aristocrats from the outside world...... Everyone has their own goals and ideas. As they passed the towering stone pillars that served as guides—so that pedestrians wouldn't get lost in the snowstorm and die in a corner of the snow—they could see flints emitting light and heat on them. These flints can guide pedestrians in the darkness with light, and can also warm pedestrians who are physically exhausted.

The prismatic stone pillars were not formed naturally, they were nailed to the road one by one, and no matter how big the snowstorm was, they could not move for half a minute. People who once had good deeds dug up the land under the stone pillars, and they couldn't see how deep the stone pillars were buried after a lot of effort. After such a do-good person was caught a few times, and after some news spread, no one did such a stupid thing again.

The stone pillars are nailed to the ground to form a guidepost, and it is the flying dragon that soars in the sky. The closer the pedestrians went up to the top of the mountain, the clearer the palace became, and the more they could feel the creation of the magnificent thing on the mountain.

Each race has its own unique architecture, but perhaps none of the dragons have built as ...... A sense of power. At the gates of the palace, passers-by can feel their own insignificance, as if they had seen a miracle. The iron-cast gate was not beautifully decorated, but if you looked up, you could not see the very top of the iron gate, only the dense iron bumps on it, and the red rust on it. Such a city gate, even if it is allowed to accommodate the flying dragon to crawl in, but there will not be such a stupid flying dragon that will fall to the ground and climb into the palace. On the walls on both sides of the iron gate, there are flying dragons stationed in charge, responsible for guarding and opening the door. When it was time to open the door, the wyvern bit the chain that was fused together with the iron door and opened the door. The iron door made a heavy grinding sound that could suffocate your breath, and even your eardrums could feel the vibration of the iron door as it opened, until it was completely open. After the iron gate was opened, no one would question the purpose of such an ugly gate—the iron gate was so thick that a few adults could not hold it together.

Under such a miracle, everyone who entered it, regardless of status, lowered their heads. This is not the mortal world they are familiar with, everything here cannot be measured by common sense, if everything in order under the mountain cannot really be touched, then everything on this mountain can really give everyone a shock and impact on their hearts.

If there's anything else on the surface that can compare to this place, it's probably the vanished walls of the King's Castle. Use the limit of manpower to protect the giant wall of a city for more than a thousand years...... However, it was already a thing that had been destroyed, and it was already a history of the past.

Those who have experienced all this firsthand, looking at the walls built by the dragon clan, may have other ideas. Just above the city walls, pure white people stood, overlooking the people walking below. The white person is not the kind of person who likes to look down on the ground from above, and seeing this scene just reminds her of what happened more than ten years ago. It's not a memory that's too far away, it may be a short period of life for a short-lived human, and it's probably just a short moment for the immortal species. What about having a longer, older life?

The white man doesn't know.

Standing on the city wall, naturally it will not be an ordinary person, she is different from others, she is not only a visitor, but also a VIP, an existence that is enough for the people of this place to pay attention to - her identity is important, but it is not only.

She pressed her hands on the masonry of the wall. The fortifications here were different from the rest, not a gap for archery and cover, but a place for the wyvern to settle down, and the only thing around her was a huge stone wall - just a small rock for the wyvern to settle on. She looked at everything below, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"Gui'an, gray man. Behind her, someone came to greet her. She turned around and saw a girl dressed in black. The girl had a delicate but gloomy countenance, and the fine clothes on her body did not fit in with the place, but she seemed to stand there as a matter of course, as if the place was hers. In addition to the gorgeous but eerie appearance, the girl has another place that cannot be ignored. On her forehead, there are two black horns, which bend upward...... This is not a demon's horn, this is a dragon's horn.

"You're the daughter of that one. The white man was silent for a while, not polite to the black girl, and his voice was indifferent, "Standing with me will cause other people's reverie." ”

"My father didn't say I couldn't get close to anyone. The black girl covered her mouth with her sleeve and grinned, seemingly gentle, but in the eyes of those who understand, she could only feel an eerie chill. "More reassuring than with those who approached me in order to please and flatter my father behind me, a man as powerful as you is. Speaking of this, the black girl also glanced at the white man, "If you stay with a wonderful woman like you, no man will dare to come close...... But if it's too good, it's easy to attract jealousy. ”

The white man didn't pay attention to the black girl's words, and didn't even reply. She turned her head again to look beyond the walls, noticing something speeding forward with a trail of wind and snow. It was a huge carriage, with heavy snow behind it, rushing towards the city walls.

She knew the carriage and who its owner was. After her memories of the carriage and its owner, the final image is that the carriage has left her, leaving her to someone else. And the owner of the carriage left with only the young man.

The white man watched the galloping carriage get closer and closer, and had completely ignored the voice of the black girl until he could not see the carriage that had entered the iron gate.

"Long time no see. The white man whispered softly.