Snow is falling from the sky, and calfskin boots made by hand on the legs are already deep in a thick shell of snow. In front of me is a frozen pond, and at the edge of the pond, a pale towering fishbeam tree dotted with heavy snow stands silently, silently, but as if the center of the whole world.

The cold wind was howling, and the cold around him was constantly coming, but the special physique made Lan Li not unbearable because of this, but after glancing at his current state, he was not only stunned on the spot.

Slender and sturdy legs wrapped in fitted trousers, a delicate black velvet robe that hems to the end of the legs, a leather belt encrusted with sapphires around the waist, and a silver ring representing the Lord of Dragonstone on his left index finger...... All kinds of signs prove that Lan Li is still in his body at this moment.

But based on past experience, this is clearly not the case after entering the dungeon.

"It's really not normal......"

While sighing secretly, Lan Li suddenly heard a special roar in his ears, and after paying a little attention, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The voice came from the sky overhead, ethereal and vast, Leng Buding sounded as if the cold wind was howling, but after careful distinction, it turned out that it was not the case, so Lan Li suddenly thought of an existence - a dragon.

Looking up, the snow was obscuring his vision, and he couldn't see anything clearly, so he stepped to follow the direction from which the sound came, but before he could take a few steps, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"His name is Volmax, and he always likes to fly low and roar, and he has an impulsive temperament, and then he plunges into the sea and drowns."

Looking back at the voice, a crow had quietly appeared on the fish beam that was drowning in the heavy snow not far away.

The crow was petite, its feathers were as black as ink, and although it was in the midst of the snow, it was not stained with a single white, and its claws were clung to the twisted branches of the fish beam, tilting its head to look at Lan Li, and the third eye at the door of the head was very obvious.

"Volmax, a red dragon, I think you've heard its name."

With that, it suddenly flapped its wings and quickly flew into the snow-filled sky, but immediately after that, there was a creaking sound of snow shells being stepped on behind Lan Li.

Looking back, an old man in a black robe quietly came into view.

The old man stood about five meters away, his figure was slightly rickety, his face was full of wrinkles, his white hair seemed to be integrated with the heavy snow, but there was a rather obvious red scar on his cheek, and the eyes that looked at Lan Li were also red, unblinking, looking a little frightened.

"It's 129 years of the Conquest?" After looking at each other quietly for a moment, Lan Li asked rhetorically.

He was a little surprised that he would meet the person who had originally guessed that the trap had been laid the first time he entered the dungeon, but it seemed that the other party had no intention of doing it, so he was also a little relieved.

"That's right, it's 129 years, and those people in the school city call it the era of the Blood Dragon Dance." The old man responded, his voice drowned out in the heavy snow, and it seemed a little ethereal.

"The newly appointed Duke of Dragonstone, Jacaris Valerian, rode his dragon to the North to meet the current Duke Stark, in order for Stark and the entire North to win the war against his uncle, and unfortunately the winner of the war was not produced between them."

Lan Li frowned when he heard this.

In the 129th year of the conquest calendar, with more than a dozen dragons, the powerful Targaryen dynasty fell into infighting for various reasons, and the process of the eldest princess Rhaenyra and her brother competing for the throne affected the whole of Westeros.

As the name suggests, the war led to the fall of the dragon, a behemoth, and finally a tragic extinction in Westeros.

Lan Li has read this history countless times in books, and because of the golden finger, he also thought that he might enter this era to witness the glory of the dragon civilization.

But obviously, at this moment, he did not really have the joy and relief after "achieving what he wanted", but felt quite dignified because of the existence of the person in front of him.

Inexplicably, he appeared in the dungeon with his body, and there was no trace of the kind of mission manifestation characteristics that he had formed after entering the dungeon in the past, plus the mysterious existence of the three-eyed crow in front of him, although he did not introduce himself......

Although he had some psychological preparation before entering, when he really faced the person in front of him, it still made Lan Li feel uneasy.

However, on closer inspection, he found that the other side was ...... Seems to be more dignified than yourself?

"What is your purpose?"

The center of his mind was spinning, and Lan Li suddenly asked.

He felt that since the other party appeared in front of him without making the slightest cover-up, it seemed to mean that the other party didn't want to do anything around the bush, so it was better to ask the doubts in his heart directly, which might be smoother.

And that seems to be the case.

"I hope to stop you." I only listened to the old man's slow answer.

"Stop what?"

"Stop you from continuing to corrupt the world."

These words made Lan Li's face stunned, and many speculations that had already appeared in his heart involuntarily, but at the same time, more doubts arose because of this.

"You may not know yourself." The old man seemed to know what Lan Li was wondering about, and as he spoke, he raised his right hand, which was tucked into the wide sleeve of his robe, and saw that he was holding a very old-looking black parchment book in his hand.

He motioned for Lan Li to come closer, then opened the ancient book, which could not be stained by the wind and snow around him, to a certain page, and pointed it out to Lan Li.

Looking closely, there were some black characters written densely on it that Lan Li didn't recognize, but the most obvious thing was not these mysterious handwritings, but in the middle of the page, there was a small depression that seemed to have been eaten by insects, causing the page to appear incomplete.

Looking down the crippled hole, the pages below look similarly pitted and uneven, and on the whole, it seems as if half of the book has been mothed out of a large hole.

"If the world is the book, then you are the worm that is about to hollow it out." After closing the book in his hand, the old man in a black robe said in a hostile tone: "Not only that, but you even have to tear it open to make it no longer complete. ”

"Rip open?"

"That's right, rip it."

Lan Li was a little speechless when she heard this. Although he felt that he was indeed very powerful compared to most people in this world, it was obvious that he was not so powerful as to tear the whole world apart...... Not to mention anything else, if someone shoots ten thousand arrows at him, it is estimated that he will die tragically on the spot.

Some people thought that the person in front of him was talking nonsense, but the hostile old face made Lan Li instinctively feel as if he was being treated as some kind of terrifying boss, which made him not only a little dazed, "Since I'm a moth, why didn't you kill me directly?" Isn't that the easiest? ”

"I did try to lure you north." The old man replied bluntly, "But it's a pity that you weren't fooled." ”

"So you've come up with this trap again?" Lan Li asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, the old man's expression was a little strange, "Wildfires are safest when they are stored in sealed jars, so trust me, this is not a trap." ”

"What's not a trap?"

"It's a shield, a shield."