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Restore fù updated. It is not a temporary purchase out of the palace, but a replantation.

At the end of last year, due to the busyness of everything and the bottleneck of the plot, it was broken. I thought I wouldn't ask anymore after cutting it, but I couldn't let go of my worries after all. Even when I watched the fireworks on the night of the thirtieth night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I wondered if there were book friends who were suffering in the pit and would draw circles to curse me for being unlucky for a whole year. If you are really a eunuch, first, I am sorry for the book friends who support this book, and second, I am sorry for myself. I think about how excited and happy I was when I first wrote this book. After thinking about it, I still want to continue to tell my story, and I don't want to give up halfway.

After a break of more than two months, it is difficult to regain the trust of book friends, so I don't say anything pretty or ask for votes to support me. First stabilize dìng update, build credibility, and the March goal is full attendance.

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When Gordon saw that the surging arcane energy had formed a space-time portal mixed with gold and black, he was even more sure of his guess: the black dragon Temodaros really wanted to summon the five-colored dragon god Tiamat.

Gordon's eyes pierced through the myriad chaotic arcane vortices into the space-time portal. He saw meteor rain and frost storms; He saw lightning roaring and acid boiling. In the midst of these terrifying natural scenes, a creature with five huge dragon heads is approaching step by step. As it, or her huge body, got closer and closer, the entire spatial gate seemed to be unable to withstand the boiling power, and began to tremble violently.

Gordon held back the shiver in his heart and didn't let his gaze run away - this was a golden opportunity to observe the superior gods clearly, and no mage should give up lightly.

"My child, I'm here to pick you up......"

Gordon's ears echoed with the voice of Tiamat, the five-colored dragon god. In stark contrast to her terrifying appearance, the dragon god's voice was a gentle and ethereal mezzo-soprano. Extremely attractive.

But Gordon noticed only one keyword: children!

The black dragon Temodalus is actually a child of Tiamat!

Dragons are inherently sexual. Not to mention the greedy and evil Tiamat, it is the great and righteous Bahamut, who is also a mess in his private life, not inferior to Zeus, the main god in Greek mythology, who snapped his sister and aunt. So the news that the black dragon is Tiamat's son is not too strange.

"I still have the private life of gossiping gods at such a time, and I admire myself a little." Gordon smiled self-deprecatingly.

A high-ranking god like Tiamat descended to the main material realm, even if it was just a doppelganger or projection, its power level was beyond the reach of a small mortal mage like Gordon.

There seems to be no other way than to think about how to run away.

Just as Gordon stroked the newly acquired platinum seal on his arm, contemplating how to escape. The space-time gate connecting the Divine Kingdom of the Five-Colored Dragon God and the Main Material Realm was as if it had been choked by an invisible giant hand, and suddenly underwent a distorted change, as if it would soon collapse.

On the other side, Tiamat seemed to have seen a change that was extremely unfavorable to her, and she quickened her pace to speed through the Guò space-time gate. And as he moved his twisted and terrifying body, he cursed in a complex and lengthy dragon language—translated into lingua franca. It boils down to six words: Bahamut. Die!

But no matter how angry the mighty lady who ruled the five-colored dragon clan, the invisible hand made up of pure arcane energy finally fulfilled its mission.

The violent turbulence of energy caused the surrounding air to tremble. Even on the brink of this storm where two great forces clashed, Gordon felt that the oncoming magical wind made it difficult for him to breathe. The mage and everyone else kept backing away lest they were torn apart by the furious force.

In the midst of the tremendous changes in energy, time and space seem to have lost their concepts. I don't know how long it took, Gordon heard a scream that seemed to pierce the soul through several large holes coming from the space-time portal, and then, Tiamat, a dragon claw that had just stepped into the main material realm. Along with the space-time gate, it was crushed by an invisible hand.

The whole dragon's lair suddenly regained its calm, as if it was just an absurd nightmare.

The huge body of the black dragon Temodaros fell in a pool of blood, and it had long lost the arrogance of the previous battle. On its body, on the corpse, to be exact, large swaths of scales were torn apart, revealing dark red muscle fibers within. Taimodalus, who was already seriously injured, did not have time to escape the confrontation between the two dragon gods, and was completely killed by the huge arcane energy.

Gordon also noticed that not far from the corpse of Temodaros, where the space-time gate was located just now, there was a sharp object that was pitch black and transparent, like black glass.

It's one of Tiamat's dragon claws!

Not only did he not have time to pass the time and space gate to descend to the main material realm and save his heir, but even he was injured, it seems that in this encounter, the five-colored dragon god lost to the platinum dragon god.

A milky white light descended on the cave, enveloping all sapient individuals, both human and undead. Gordon felt warm and comfortable, like a fetus sleeping soundly in amniotic fluid. He had felt this once, when he had just crossed over, and the priest of the Platinum Temple was treating his injuries.

I don't know when the undead who were once controlled by the black dragon have all returned to normal. Gone are the twists and madness, and their faces are filled with joy at freedom.

"Young man, thank you for your help this time." The voice of a kind old man suddenly sounded in Gordon's ears. Legend has it that the white gold dragon god Bahamut most often appears in the main material realm, is a kind old man with three canaries, hearing this voice, Gordon can almost be sure that it is the patron saint of the Feretton Empire, Lord Bahamut, who is communicating with him.

"I don't seem to be able to help you with a dispute at this level with Tiamat." Gordon said. Ants can't intervene in giant fights, and he's self-aware of that.

"No, you're more important than you think, young man." The voice said, and Gordon seemed to be able to see a kind old man with a long beard standing in front of him. Smile and shake your head.

"Finally, the matter between Dona Bellis and Temodalus is over today. Hundreds of millennia is not a long time for me, but it is still not a pleasant thing to be in a state of constant wariness with Tiamat. Thankfully, thanks to your efforts, Temodaros had to call his mother to save her life. And when Tiamat left her kingdom and was about to descend into the Lord's physical realm, I was able to seize the opportunity to teach her a lesson. ”

Gordon nodded. Probably understood the ins and outs of the matter. The silver dragon and the black dragon, as well as the grievances and grievances of the Kingdom of Saidin, Bahamut also wanted to settle them as soon as possible, but due to Tiamat's constraints, he couldn't act rashly. Only today, did not seize the opportunity.

"Tiamat was willing to take the risk to save Temodalus. Look at this son of hers. Not ordinary. ”

"You have a keen sense of smell, young man, and are able to draw many conclusions from a little information. As you deduce, there are still a lot of secrets on Taimodalus, so his corpse, and that dragon claw left behind by his mother. I had to take it. ”

Although this outcome had been expected, Gordon still had some regrets. The corpse of a high-level black dragon is a priceless treasure trove for a mage! Not to mention the claw from the higher gods.

"But don't be discouraged, the Seal of Platinum. It's my gift to you. ”

Unlike Ion, the god of knowledge who prefers face-to-face communication, Bahamut is still heard. However, although he likes to hide his head and show his face, the generosity of this dragon god is the same as in the legend. Gordon didn't fully understand the exact effect of this platinum seal, but judging from the fact that it was able to heal Faria's injuries just now, it should have a lot of power.

Gordon gently stroked the platinum seal on his arm, this dragon pattern with stiff lines in the typical Akjosi Dragonborn Empire art style, immediately responded to his touch, casting a faint white light and force field energy, making Gordon's fingertips feel a little tingling.

With this subtle but clear pain, the system prompt suddenly appeared in my mind: "You have a hero-level mission: 'The destruction of the Dragonborn Empire - the thousand-year war of the two dragons (metal dragon camp)'." Do you accept the task? If you're not satisfied with your current faction, you can find another way to start the quest. ”

"Agreed." Gordon didn't think much about it. Although he has just obtained the extraordinary elite template, and he is still far from the level of a heroic model, it is always good to plan ahead and prepare early. And he is a legend, and he will always step on the level of a heroic model in the future, plan well in advance, and be able to get twice the result with half the effort.

In Ancient Age, it's not uncommon for the Elite Template to be promoted, but players will be able to get the Heroic Exemplar and Legendary Destiny templates later. Now that he has touched this task by chance, of course he will not miss it.

As for the system's prompt that if he was dissatisfied with the current camp, he could find another way to start the mission, Gordon didn't think about it at all. Although psychologically, he felt a little bit like he was being treated as a pawn, and he was slightly unhappy. But Gordon is self-aware, and a high-ranking god of Bahamut's level is undoubtedly doing something that has been planned for thousands of years and has a lot to do with it. A mortal like him should be glad if he has the qualifications to be a pawn of a god, and he opens his mouth and closes his mouth to say such wild words as "my life is up to me, not to the sky", and before he has legendary strength, he is killing himself.

In this world where gods and goddesses are full of legends like dogs, hugging your thighs is the best choice. While there are two options for this Heroic Exemplar quest besides the Metal Dragons, there are two options to help the Five-Colored Dragons and to remain neutral, but Gordon will not consider them.

He was an accomplice in the murder of Temodalus, and if he went to seek refuge in Tiamat, a dragon god known for his jealousy and careful eye, he would only be chewed and swallowed by the mother dragon who was eager to avenge the murder of his son. As for no one to help...... In a situation where the two dragons are already involved in this conflict between the two dragons, remaining neutral means offending both sides. It would be foolish to do so without enough strength to become a third party.

So to sum up, as a nobleman of the Ferreton Platinum Empire, it is the best choice for Gordon to take refuge in the more honest and trustworthy Bahamut.

By the time Gordon had fallen into his own musings, Bahamut, who had never been revealed, had quietly departed. Before he left, he seemed to have given an account to the remnants of the Kingdom of Saidin.

When Gordon turned his gaze and stayed on the face of Master Sepstein, the old man was now in tears.

"The dragon god favors. I've got what I wanted! Sepustin looked up as if it were not a dark and dark cave above him, but a blue sky that could reach the kingdom of God.

Incarnated as an undead, it took hundreds of years to tirelessly prepare the plan to slaughter the black dragon, what is Sepstin's for? Isn't it just to be able to complete the mission, gain the favor of Bahamut, and thus enter the "Platinum Plains" of his divine kingdom?

Gordon saw the old mage's body grow thinner and thinner, like an early morning fog that slowly faded as the sun grew. And by his side, the halfling brothers, who were one and existed, also appeared at some point. The same. They received the summons of the platinum dragon god and were gradually disappearing, leaving the main material realm.

"Great-Terran mage, this is the reward promised by our brother and Sepustine, goodbye."

The halfling pointed to the ground. Then there was a farewell salute peculiar to the clan, and then. His body is the same as that of Cypstein. Fade away.

Gordon picked up the box left by the other party from the ground, and when he opened it, there were several books bound with coarse cotton thread, and some miscellaneous knick-knacks. He didn't have time to check his mission pay right now, as there were other things to attend to.

At some point, the captain of the Thunder Guard, Haiting. Farodros led the others around Gordon. Whether it's the surviving Thunderbolt Guard. Or those ghosts who have regained their sanity did not follow Master Sepstin** to leave and enter the kingdom of the platinum dragon god, but stayed in the main material realm.

"You ......"

Didn't wait for Gordon to finish. Hai Ting knelt with his sword, and his face showed the same perseverance as the living: "Mr. Mage, the dragon god asked us to help you win the war." ”

The soldiers of these ancient kingdoms stood silently, thick as a mountain wall. Their gray-black banners were like billowing dark clouds, and their spears were like woods on a hazy winter night.

There is no substance, everything is incarnated by spirit and will. But they are still a strong group of warriors.

Gordon went to great lengths to help Sepustin kill the black dragon Temodalus, one of the purposes of which was to ask these people to help him fight the demons after the deed was done. Now, without waiting for him to speak, Bahamut gave the order in advance. In a way, this dragon god is really empathetic.

Gordon looked at the ghost banner on the motif symbolizing the kingdom of Sedin, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "Now, I have an army ......"

In the midst of the ghost army, Gordon had to use certain spells to resist the cold caused by the accumulation of a large amount of negative energy, so as not to injure himself and the exhausted Faria after the battle. On the other side, Ms. Bishop and the human defenders are in the heat and flames, like hell.

"Private gennom!" Ms. Bishop chanted the battle cry from her family in an ancient language, meaning storm. Back then, her father and grandfather all chanted this sonorous and powerful word, and they were invincible on the battlefield. Today, the temporary commander's sword is still sharp, and he has slain an unknown number of demons, but that doesn't help much with the current form—because there are so many demons.

In the abyss, the Flame Demon is not an army commander like the Six-Armed Snake Demon, but it doesn't take any special military literacy to drive out the demons under his command to carry out this kind of hard-fought battle. Even those founding names of the Ferreton Empire can only passively engage in this life-for-life flesh game.

Wave after wave of demons of the demons were pounding the rudimentary defenses of the human race, and even in the darkness of the night, the huge, flaming body of the fire demon Grondar was still very conspicuous. It is like the worst and strongest nightmare that exists in the dreams of every human soldier, spreading fear and death all the time.

If it weren't for the fact that retreating would mean death, and if it weren't for the desperate resistance of the Ferreton nobles led by Ms. Bishop, I am afraid that mankind would have collapsed irretrievably.

But all living beings, both humans and the sulphur-smelling visitors of the abyss, know that the outcome of war cannot be changed without miracle life.

"Ma'am, our left flank line is about to collapse!" A soldier with half a fragment of Flodemon's internal organs on his shoulder and a wounded leg limped in front of her.

Recognizable from the Blue Cross Horseshoe family coat of arms on his armor, this was Baron Rogerrid's personal soldier.

Ms. Bishop was shocked when she heard the bad news brought by the other party: "What about your master?" ”

"Lord Baron has been summoned by the dragon god...... "The soldier said in the shortest of words, with tears in his voice.

Ms. Bishop knew that the war was getting worse. The left flank, including Earl Thompson's men, was the most powerful side of her army, and it collapsed so easily.

"What about Earl Thompson, the Supreme Commander of the Left Wing?" Ms. Bishop asked sharply.

"The Earl and his entourage saw that the war was unfavorable and evacuated ahead of schedule." The soldier cried out in despair.

Ms. Bishop almost crushed the hilt of her sword: "That bastard! ”

Thompson and his cronies have a considerable number of excellent war horses in their hands, and they must have sensed that the war was unfavorable, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the other human armies still fighting against the demons to break through. Otherwise, when the battle is decided, it will be too late.

Ms. Bishop was only an ad hoc military commander and had little control over the rest of the soldiers, except for her own men. If she is given time, she can also gather and integrate the military power of the nobles, and then disorganize and reorganize all the soldiers. That way, she'll be able to get a real army that she's forbidden to do, and there's no such runaway.

But unfortunately, in the face of the demon's step-by-step pursuit, this lady simply did not have time to do these things.

Taking advantage of the demon's retreat and preparation for the next wave of the offensive, she said to the soldier, "Let the person with the highest rank on the left flank line be the commander and keep fighting!" ”

She pointed to a large white bird perched on a dead tree behind her, and said, "This is the newly arrived Winter Eagle, the messenger of the Wintertalon Legion. Soon, our reinforcements will arrive, hold on and we will be victorious! ”

Hope reignited in the soldier's eyes, and after a military salute, he limped away again. (To be continued!)