Chapter 107: The Sleeping Wyvern

When the demons of the underworld were wiped out, the Provençal group traveled through the empty wilderness and finally came to a lifeless and magnificent city.

Even after withstanding the most brutal and ruthless washes of time, the city where more than half of the buildings have collapsed is still amazing.

The apparently archaic architectural style has produced absolutely gigantic buildings of all kinds, which is an architectural marvel that is completely beyond the common sense of physics.

It is conceivable that at its peak, the city must have been a bustling metropolis with a population of one million, which was completely unimaginable in ancient times, and it was only possible to achieve it with a very high level of practice in transportation logistics, drainage design, sanitation management, etc.

Three mages jumped from a simply modified off-road vehicle, and Ava looked at the ruined walls and exclaimed, "Semi-permanent solidification? How can it really take so long? This must be almost 10,000 years old. How did this kind of city become such a shabby? ”

The buggy was put away with a space bag. The space bag is a very practical and economical piece of equipment, and it can hold many inanimate items inside.

Provence looked at the dragon knights who landed on the ground and said, "I'm afraid this is the answer we are looking for." ”

Klein vomited as soon as he landed, and this white-collar worker who had developed toned muscles in the gym was far from being as strong as he had imagined.

It is normal for Xu Xiaoke's face not to change, after all, he is also a genetically optimized space marine, a fierce man who can directly wrestle with the cannon fodder Zerg, but Li Jiashan, an ordinary person, can withstand the bumps of the flying dragon's flight, which makes Provence can't help but take a look at it.

Klein vomited and walked in vain, but he still insisted on running over to greet Provence.

Provence replied lightly, not paying attention to this successful person in the general sense, but Klein was also very aware of current affairs, and did not think too highly of himself at all, and observed all the reactions of Provence very carefully, and made appropriate replies.

This shows that Klein is very smart, a smart person is always easier to control his own destiny, and a fool has a foolish fortune This kind of thing can only deceive people who are too lazy to even think about it.

The dilapidated walls show obvious signs of repair and fighting, and it is clear that human life is not easy.

Every once in a while, a large number of demons launch a suicide attack on the city.

Kant played: "It's like a mouse that has overbred and jumps into the sea to commit suicide." ”

However, everyone knows that the truth cannot be so simple.

When the people in the city saw the fallen dragon knights, they immediately had logistics personnel run out to help sort out the equipment and dragons, so that the knights could rest at ease after the battle.

However, compared with the brightly armored knights, these ordinary people and logistics personnel are obviously much thinner, with vegetable faces and tattered clothes.

But to survive in such a barren land, the most basic physical fitness is still there, after all, those who are not in good health have long been eliminated by the hellish environment.

The only ones who will survive are the healthier, stronger, and most importantly less fed.

The female knight Siroa gathered around Provence and the three newcomers with fifteen obviously more powerful knights, seemingly polite, but in fact escorted them to the huge church in the center of the city, which could be seen from the outside.

She took off her helmet, revealing an emaciated face that did not look very beautiful, very tired, with a thin and tall nose and cheekbones that looked extremely resolute.

Provence has no intention of refusing, not only to reduce trouble, but also to be confident that the strength of his group can kill back and forth even if they are thrown into real hell, how can they be afraid of a group of indigenous dragon knights?

It's pretty much the same for a real dragon knight.

There are not many inhabitants of this huge city, who have repaired the dilapidated houses with waste and used them as their nests, but the constant on everyone's face is numbness and nothingness.

Not hopeless, but hopeless. In other words, from birth, we don't know what hope is, and naturally there is no despair.

It was only when the Wyvern Knights passed by that a little reassurance gleamed in their numb pupils, and a hint of what might be called longing appeared.

Ava looked at a big-headed kid who was clearly malnourished through the crack in the door, and was in a terrible mood.

Provençal discontented, in the Psychic Connection, says: "Do not pay too much attention to appearances, but seek deeper truths." ”

Ava said ignorantly, "The truth? ”

Provence shook his head and stopped talking.

Ava is the oldest mage in the team, but she has not been able to cross the threshold of an intermediate mage, what she lacks is not mana or learning, but the rational thinking that belongs to the magician.

This is also the reason for the scarcity of high-level female mages, they are too emotional. Sensual thinking makes it easy for them to perceive the existence of magic and create gorgeous and powerful magic, but it is even more difficult to break through the understanding of the most basic rules of magic.

Li Beishan looked at the civilians around him, and actually took the initiative to talk to Xi Luoya: "You guys...... How long have you been living like this? ”

The female knight glanced at him obliquely and said, "One thousand two hundred years, we have been fighting the demons for one thousand two hundred years. War, which destroyed everything. ”

Li Jiashan asked thoughtfully, "You mean, your battle with the demons has destroyed the ecology of this world?" ”

The knightess glared at him and said indignantly, "Watch your words, stranger. It's the demons, they have brought terrible pollution from the ground, polluting all the land and water sources! We're not fighting for petty profits, we're struggling for survival! ”

After being silent for a while, Li Carrying Mountain was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I was too rash...... Commenting without knowing the truth......"

The knightess snorted and stopped talking.

The young man, who looked a little wooden, stopped talking.

Provence admired this young man more and more, and dared to be the first to break the silence in such a strange situation, which was not reckless, but a necessary means of gathering intelligence in a safe situation, and the appropriate emotion of the other party could obtain more information.

After a long walk, the people finally came to the church gate, and Siloya went in alone for a while, and then came out and said, "Choose one of you to go in and pray with the archbishop, and the rest stay here." ”

Provence, as the captain, took the lead and walked in alone.

He touched the cracked walls even after years of cleaning, and admired the various vivid pictures full of religious connotations on them, as if he was seriously admiring them.

It's a comic strip of old-fashioned stories about God creating the world and repelling evil, but from a religious and artistic point of view, it's impeccable, and even after so many years, the color is still the same, and the feeling of shock is not diminished, even because of the precipitation of time.

The long corridor was all over before I knew it, and Provence tidied up his clothes that were not messy and walked into the wide lobby.

At the end of the hall stood a tall figure in a white and gold robe, but there was no statue of a god, on the contrary, in front of the tall back, there was a huge white and gold dragon without friends, almost filling half of the hall, just lying on its stomach, ten stories high, like a breathing hill, sleeping quietly.

The huge leather wings covered the body like the strongest shield, and the white-gold dragon scales rubbed against each other, making a terrifying rustle.

Provence breathed for a moment, and at this moment finally felt a tidal wave of energy fluctuations rushing towards him, and all these energies exploded, which was probably not much better than a nuclear bomb.

The psychic connection was unconsciously washed away by the huge tide of energy.

He really didn't expect that the strongest of the group of Wyvern knights outside, Siloya, could barely touch the edge of the fourth energy level, and the king of the Wyvern inside actually stood directly at the top of the fifth energy level, looking at the posture, and was even evolving towards the sixth energy level.

However, the giant wyvern did not seem to be so free, and was still in a deep sleep.