"What do you think Dragonfly has been through?" Ormond said.

Woragon lit the fireplace in the room and poured Ormond a glass of plum wine, "Dragonfly is a graveyard, but the Twitans love to dance next to the graveyard, and that's how they are. I think that the tragedy of Dragonfly Town is inseparable from the undead. ”

Ormond took a sip, "I admit it, otherwise Maester Pesil wouldn't have sent you to the ends of the East to find the mysterious grave keeper." You haven't been there, have you?"

"All I heard was that the grave keepers lived in the Black Forest, and that to get to the Black Forest you had to cross the snowy mountains, the snowy mountains that no one had ever crossed. ”

"I'm sure the grave keepers are human too. ”

"I'm also sure they're helped by the Earth Elves. ”

Ormond smiled, "Anyway, this task is too difficult for you. ”

"Get used to it. Woragon disagreed, he took off his sweat-smelling black cloak, and then washed the dust off his face with clean water, "Ever since my partner died in the Desperate Mountains, I've been telling myself that there is no one to replace him, and if anyone is willing to volunteer to go on a mission with me, I will say to her, you are really stupid." ”

"She?" Obmond wondered, "who is she referring to?"

Voragon hurriedly changed the subject, "Why didn't I see Irina, where is she?"

"The beautiful Irina was in the room with Scotty, and the devil knew what the two were up to. ”

"Come on, I thought I'd be able to meet this great beauty before I left. ”

"If you have the courage to meet her without walking a hundred steps, I promise. ”

"I promise Scordy will hit me in the head with her fist. ”

The two burst into laughter, and then Vorragon spoke, "It's going to be a long mission, Ormond, you should have noticed, right?" ”

"The Grave Keepers have been guarding the River Demon Swamp since ancient times, and their mission is to guard the undead realm east of the River Demon Swamp, since Master Pesil wants you to go to the grave keeper, don't think too much, something must have happened in the undead world. But I can't figure it out, the undead are messing around under our noses, and we don't notice it," Ormond sneered helplessly, "This is not just a rumor, please remember, Volagon, the three guardians are still firmly in control of this world, if the leader of the grave keepers, Avenhai, knows the news, Orendin who guards the undead realm will also know, I'm afraid your path is not just the Black Forest." ”

"Thank you for your advice. Voragon replied. Until we got the contents of Maester Peshir's message, everything was just speculation, and hopefully things weren't as complicated as they thought, Woragon thought to himself. He filled Ormond with another glass.

Ormond picked up his glass and shook it, "This plum wine is abundant in the north of the Lookout Castle?"

"It was Scordy who asked Alf to buy it from Forgotten Horn, and it was indeed the wine of Fort Lookout, which I was not used to. ”

"Say would love it. ”

"yes, he'll love it. It was clear that the conversation between the two had not been overwhelmed, and in Voragan's opinion, there had been so much going on lately that he had to face it. The fire grew brighter and brighter, and there was a snickering outside the window, which could be heard as the voices of Alf and Aisara. "So...... , how are you going to solve the problem in the north?"

"Obey the orders of Maester Pessil. ”

"It can't be that simple. Woragon was a little suspicious, "The actions of the Heerjing people are too big, and they have alarmed various countries, and even the beggars in Meiyan City can know a little bit about it. ”

"Having said that, how many people will come forward? Except for the Nishizawa and the Basswood Castle, the Red Castle is hesitating, and the Strange Stone Terrace is waiting, and as for the Western countries, they will not travel thousands of miles to fight alongside the Orientals. At the very least, Holheller, the king of Nishizawa, refused. ”

"I think so. The two of them drank it all, and the courtyard outside the window came from the singing of love salad, quiet and sweet, melodious and beautiful. "Let's hope everything goes well. ”

"Well, Master Pesil is still waiting for you, and I won't bother your time. Ormond looked out the window, "If you don't listen to the song of Aisara, I'm afraid it's a pity to throw away a box of gold." ”

Woragon and Ormond walked out of the room together, and the two said a brief goodbye in the courtyard, when there were several more people under the gazebo in the courtyard: Say, Irina, Scordy, Aisara, Alf, and Crumon and his partner Weeks. Instead of joining them, Voragon made a beeline for Master Pesil's room.

When I entered, there was a strange little fire burning in the center of the room, on which there was a dark blue flame, and the writhing tongue of fire spewed out sparkling fireworks, dancing wantonly but extremely quiet. Pesil sat by the fire and fell into deep thought. "Maester Peshill. Woragon said hello and sat down next to him. He hadn't seen this flame before, and all his attention was on it.

"A thousand years ago, I was sent here to guard the human world, and I was sent here with two other people, one named Awinhai, who has been in charge of guarding the Black Forest, you should have heard of it. The other is named Orentine, who was sent to the realm of the undead. When the defeated undead were sealed in Ladoras, the three of us were in charge of the contract forged by the Holy Light of Ainoa, and kept it in the Blue Flame Furnace, this flame is the Blue Flame Furnace, Volagon! Pesil whispered as she stared at the dancing blue tongue of fire.

Voragon looked surprised.

"Don't worry, the flame is like a breeze, and it looks dangerous on the outside, but it won't hurt you. ”

He hesitated for a moment. If anyone outside the door were to say such a thing to me, I would choose to douse it with spittle, but since Maester Pesil said it, it must not be dangerous. He reached out to the flames, and suddenly a cool breeze like tendrils brushed the back of his hand, kissing the skin. He took out a half-burnt piece of parchment from the fire, the dark brown surface engraved with dense characters that Voragon had never seen before, and which were probably ancient writing. "Maester Peshir, what does this mean?"

"This means that the contract is broken, the balance is broken, and the consequences are beyond your imagination, Voragon, when you reach the Black Forest, let him know about it, but don't listen to anyone around you, and after that, I will find out the truth myself and prove my judgment. ”

It all stands for ...... The battle of the undead more than a thousand years ago will reappear in the world, and the efforts of the living world will be burned, but even if I refuse to believe it, that parchment is really the legendary contract book......?" Others should be informed. ”

Pesil sent the parchment back to the flames, and the deep blue tongue of fire vanished, the scorching temperature replacing the icy and strange fire just now, and Voragon suddenly felt a blazing heat brush his cheeks. "It's not yet possible to say, we have to wait until the right time. "And your mission is to tell the grave keepers exactly what happened in Dragonfly Town, and ask them to go to the Shadow Corridor to investigate the truth." ”

Voragon wanted to continue to understand the place mentioned by Maester Peshir, and at this moment he got up to leave, "Time is pressing, don't delay along the way. When you arrive at the seashore of Meiyan City, there will be a boat to take you across the sea, and when you arrive in the Eastern Continent, someone will also give you a 'galloping wind' of the Green Thorn Country. ”

"Gallop!" Voragon couldn't believe Maester Pesil's words, "Gallop is the purest horse in the Greenthorn Realm, and only royalty is qualified to ride. ”

"Because time is of the essence, only the wind can help you reach the foot of the Delong Snow Mountain as quickly as possible. Maester Pesil placed his hand on Voraghan's shoulder, "This matter is entrusted to you, remember, even Awenhay, the leader of the grave keepers, you must not think that he will have nothing to do with this matter, believe in yourself, believe what you see." ”