"Go find a mirror, they're coming." The ancient mirror made a nice sound.

"Ah...... I, I'll go, you must wait for me. Two lines of clear tears flowed from the dragon's eyes, like a clear mountain stream.

However, he saw the three corpses lying on the ground, and the blood from their bodies had melted into the floor, and the dark red was so striking.

"Walk through this grassland, over the mountains, and in the cols." Ling Ya breathed in the murky air, a depression on the border, where she and Zang Gu led a group of six people to her hometown, hoping to find some clues about the strangers.

Originally, their hope was for those ancient monuments dug up from the bottom of the mountain, but just three years ago, scholars who interpreted ancient monuments died one after another. The scholars seemed to have fallen into a vision, staring at the sealed stele in a daze until blood flowed from the corners of their eyes, and finally they exploded and died. There is no way to know the last secret on the stele, and no one can read what is written on it.

Zang Gu motioned for the people behind him to stop, and he surveyed the terrain in front of him.

"The road we explored is not very safe, and this is the third time that we have found rut marks of the Zhurong people." Zang Gu walked back, looked at the team that had been silent, and motioned for them to be more vigilant, while he himself walked over to Ling Ya and talked to her.

"Well, I hope my hometown will survive in this world. Our clan has guarded that land for generations, and what exactly we are guarding is known only to generations of shrine maidens. Ling Ya seemed to remember the past again, and there was an indescribable loneliness in her eyes. But Zang Gu saw a hint of longing in her eyes. People, that trace of hometown complex in my heart cannot be erased no matter what.

Zang Gu nodded, motioning to move on. At this time, Leo, the captain of the clan, said, "There is an anomaly in that direction. ”

Zang Gu and Ling Ya heard the prestige, and there was an endless grassland over there. In winter, the vegetation on the ground takes on a decaying yellow, and in the distance, tall mountains rise from the ground and extend southwards to form mountain ranges. And somewhere in the grassland, a small raised square piece of ground slowly sank.

"A dungeon?" Ling Ya muttered.

During the Great Earthquake, the Zhurong people were rampant, and most of them were taken captive as slaves, while most of the remaining people fled into the Gonggong fortress area. There are still a small number of people who have not had time to escape, and some of them hide in the empty city, becoming wanderers there; There are also some people, who have never been afraid of the iron hooves of the Zhurong people, and have always resisted.

However, the disparity in strength was too great, and in the end, they chose to temporarily accumulate strength, dig caves underground, build a city-state, and attract wanderers to join them and become a living force against the Zhurong people. They will gather their own troops, harass Zhurong's military base, plunder supplies, and disappear quickly before the Zhurong people have fully reacted, leaving no clues, so that the Zhurong people have no way to start, which is a headache. Until now, only a few dungeons have been destroyed, so that's a considerable amount of power.

These underground

Some of the city-states have reached an agreement with the Gonggong Fortress, and are willing to become a hidden force of mankind, helping each other with the Gonggong Fortress, and will go all out when necessary to give Zhurong a deadly sneak attack; Others, however, do not see it that way, and are willing to remain neutral, while others refuse to cooperate with the Gonggong Fortress, which are mostly made up of a few foreign races with strong folk customs, who have since been known as a fighting race since ancient times, and who will return to their homeland on their own. The last part, which is deeply hidden, remains undiscovered.

Zang Gu understood what Ling Ya meant, but he was still a little hesitant, "Sister Ya, I think it's better not to make extraneous branches, we have a task on our side." ”

"Really?" Ling Ya looked at the other side of the mountain, her tone faintly sad, "But who can guarantee that my hometown will survive now, can you guarantee it?" Ling Ya's tone suddenly turned high, sweeping away the previous gloom, "Zang Gu, don't forget our ultimate goal - to overthrow the Zhurong clan and take back all of us, you, me, everyone here, and the hometown of all mankind, so we have to seize every bit of strength, if we can take this dungeon gang for our own use, then, overthrowing Zhurong will have more hope!" Isn't that much better than my ethereal and hopeless hometown? ”

"Okay!" Zang Gu rubbed his face vigorously with his right hand, thought for a long time, and then looked at Ling Ya with a smile, "I understand, Sister Ya." Then, she turned to Gehrer, who was carrying a slate on his back, and said, "Send a message to headquarters, report the situation here, and ask for instructions." ”

Gehrer, a silent elven man, nodded, removed the slate from his back, and began to use spells.

Ling Ya glanced at Zang Gu appreciatively, she hoped that Zang Gu could replace him and become the leader, leading them to hope and victory. And he, Huo Bing, her dead lover, would look at her silently in Ling Ya's heart, all the time, until they met again, maybe in that distant cloud. Ling Ya looked up at the sky covered with sunset, like an affirmative smile. Ling Ya smiled unconsciously, looking at the sunset.

Gehrer's eyes widened suddenly, and a deep voice came out of his mouth, "Headquarters instructed us to contact the dungeon states as soon as possible and try to enlist their support. ”

A confident smile appeared on Zang Gu's face, "Then let's go meet them for a while!" ”

Xiaolong had been gone for a long time, and his family welcomed a group of black-robed people, their leader had brown curly hair, an angular face with a terrifying scar, his tall and strong figure, and the most unforgettable thing was his pupils, cold and slightly blue.

At this moment, the team of 24 inspectors was all concentrated in the corridor on the second floor, and Team Scarface and Mr. Wu were standing in the collection room.

"Mr. Wu," Scarface asked in a thick and strange tone, "here, hasn't the original appearance changed?" ”

Mr. Wu walked to the back of the shelf, and the three corpses were lying upright on the floor, their blood long gone. And on top of this bloodstain, a bronze mirror was lying on it. Mr. Wu stared at the ancient mirror, his face distorted in the mirror. The shadow in the mirror is faint

Squinting, as if thinking about something.

After a long time, Mr. Wu straightened up and said to Scarface in a low and respectful voice, "Bafa, this mirror was not here, the prophet revealed, the prophet's guardian Mingyi, it was here that she appeared, if the subordinates' guess is right, she used to hide in this mirror, and now she has been taken away, if she has been hiding in the shadows, the great prophet will not be able to find out." ”

"Ah," Buffa scratched his curly brown hair, the scar on his face writhing with his expression, "then go after it." ”

Mr. Wu squatted down and turned over the cold corpse on the ground, and said, "Gullid said that there was another child, but they didn't catch it, they were killed by Master Mingyi, it should be that child......"

"Ah, it's noisy, it's good to chase it, the prophet hasn't awakened yet, as long as you don't look into her eyes, hum!" Buffa said impatiently. Even if you see her eyes, it's just a woman, a damn woman.

"Yes." Mr. Wu tightened his hood and followed behind Bafa. The inspectors in the hallway saw the scarred man covered in anger come out and get out of the way.

Bafa snorted – he never looked at the humble – swaggering out of the shattered home.

The bodies of Gullid and the two inspectors were left unattended, still lying there silently, eternal.

Crossing the border and entering the cold polar world, it is also only an empty city. The ruined streets, flanked by smashed homes, are now frozen on the ground only the bits and pieces of food scattered on the ground. From time to time, the little dragon would be outside, and he would see a frozen bearded elf on the side of the street, and even a woman curled up in a corner, holding a child. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the child's body, head to head snuggled against each other, as if praying, kissing, and the woman's lips were frozen together with the child's forehead.

The dragon's head suddenly dizzy, and he forced himself out of the street, and headed north on the main road, through the smashed and burned ruins, and then stopped at the edge of a cold birch forest.

Xiaolong felt sick to his stomach, and he crouched on the side of the road. The heavy smell of blood lingered in Xiaolong's nose, this was the memory of that night, the scarlet blood seemed to flow around him, every night of the escape, he couldn't sleep peacefully, and he was only accompanied by the singing of Aunt Ming in his arms. Aunt Ming sang an ancient poem.

Huainan smoke and dust, the ancient road is bleak, and the cold rain is desolate; Thoughts, the first goodbye to the post station, where is the general going?

Jun Ling went north, smiling and sighing for three lives! Ask, after years of death, who will you send it to? Gu Nanyan, Gui Hong glimpsed. Not for the red face, only for the king.

After the little dragon vomited, he wiped the filth from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes looked straight at the layers of birch forests in front of him. After a long time, he slowly exhaled a breath, and the voice of Aunt Ming in his arms came faintly, "Are you better?" ”

"Well, I'm fine." The little dragon stared at his chest with his cloudy eyes, and the small mirror was there. Such a child, there is already a thick fog in his eyes that cannot be dissolved, as if he is struggling without a god.

"Let's go, then." Aunt Ming's nice voice.

Xiaolong smiled faintly and stabilized his sword again. This sword belonged to his father, and I remember when Xiaolong was very young, at that time, the world was still the world. People live their own lives, experience the joys and sorrows of their lives, and the fathers love their children like all ordinary fathers. He often takes his family to search for antiquities around the world, and this long sword is all the childhood memories of Xiaolong. He used the spell to steady himself again, and the familiar sensation passed from the palm of his hand to every pore again.

"Son, when you grow up, you will definitely become an excellent person." Father said to Xiaolong.

Since he was a child, Xiaolong has been very keen on controlling spells, and when he was ten years old, he could easily control this long sword, but this was the last life-saving skill his father gave him.

(End of chapter)

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