Throughout Manu's death, the traversers and the figure of unknown origin confronted each other in silence, without saying a word. It wasn't until Manu was completely dead, and the stench was spilling from the body, that the man finally spoke.

"Now...... When is it?" his voice was a little hoarse, especially in the first few syllables, and there was a clear sense of difficulty, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and as if he had just begun to speak.

As he spoke, the red light that had been shrouded in his body quickly faded, but it was a handsome young man. He has a pair of strong eyebrows, a nose with a slight hook feeling, wears a suit of armor with a very aristocratic feel, does not wear a helmet, and has light brown hair that is quite soft, and does not look difficult to get along with.

Looking at his age, he is about twenty-four or five, the age of his prime. But his face did not have the vigor of a young man, but looked dull and dull, and his eyes were a little groggy, as if he was still a little confused.

The traversers glanced at each other, and Long Biao replied: "This year is the 788th year of the continental calendar. ”

"Continental Calendar...... Year 788!" The man's body shook slightly, and he sighed in a low voice, "Quick...... It's been 200 years......"

The traversers were shocked - it's been almost 200 years?! This brother who can't say anything is actually a person from 200 years ago?

"What do you call Your Excellency?" Because of the shock, Long Biao even spoke a little crepe.

"I ...... My name is San, and my name is Sang, and I am Drake. The man sighed, speaking more fluently, "If the Drake family of Thrace were still around, I would be one of their ancestors." ”

"The Drake family is still here, they are ...... It is said that he is about to become a duke. Gondor said, who is still familiar with the general trend of the world.

Tsang Drake exclaimed, "In just two hundred years, he has been promoted from earl to duke?"

He was silent for a moment, as if in thought, and then asked, "Is there something wrong with the Kingdom of Thrace?"

Without waiting for the traversers to reply, he added: "Is it the Thracian family and the Pitutz family who have turned against each other, or is it the Elantz family that is independent?"

The traversers looked at each other and admired this ancient man two hundred years ago.

This brother has obviously withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for almost 200 years, but he actually deduced that there was an accident in the Thracian Kingdom from the news that "the Drake family is going to be promoted to duke", and even judged the cause of the accident correctly, and his keen political sense of smell is indeed admirable.

"You wouldn't be Count Drake two hundred years ago, would you?" asked Gondor, suspicious.

"Of course not!" Sang laughed, "Strictly speaking, I was the younger brother of Earl Drake two hundred years ago, and the third in the family. ”

"The third in line is so powerful?" said Darksek, who had just wanted to rush over and kill Manu with a knife to take revenge, suspiciously, "You just blocked all of us by yourself...... Even among the legendary powerhouses, they can't be considered weak. Two hundred years ago, was the Kingdom of Thrace so strong?"

Sang was stunned for a moment, and looked down at his hands.

"I remember, I was just a high-level knight, and I didn't step into the legend......"

He lowered his head and tried to clench his fists, and the bright red fighting spirit emanated from his body, accompanied by a thick smell of blood, which filled the entire hall at once.

His body trembled, and his mouth made a muffled sound.

"This ...... This is...... Strength?"

"Power...... Strength...... Strength!"

His voice soon lost its clarity, became more and more indistinct, and slowly revealed the meaning of madness.

The traversers looked at each other and vaguely guessed a few points, and Loma rushed over without saying a word, shouting, "Come to your senses!"

With a roar, he picked up his shield, wanting to jump up and smash the opponent's head with the shield, using physical means to make Sang wake up.

But before he could rush in front of San, San had already raised his head.

The eyes that were already a little confused had turned blood-red, and the vicious murderous aura continued to overflow from his body, and many red, purple, and black patterns appeared on his face, making him look extremely hideous.

Facing the dwarves rushing over, he swung his long knife without hesitation.

"Kill!"

Loma just waved his shield and blocked it, and the whole person suddenly fell out like a gourd on the ground.

"Damn! This thing has a lot of strength!"

With a single slash that flew Loma away, Sang immediately rushed towards the traversers, the long-handled knife in his hand glowing with a strange red light, which was terrifying.

The traversers still didn't understand that something was wrong with this guy, so they hurriedly put on a boss fight and fought with him.

In the deepest part of the cavern, Norman Speke is still performing the ritual of transformation. Suddenly, he paused a little and sniffed with his nose.

"Rotten curse, Manu's useless thing!"

Although he was not at the scene of the battle, nor did he observe the situation on the battlefield with magic, as a master of evil magic, he could guess the way for the time-travelers to defeat the slave trader Manu from just a faint smell.

"Forget it, that guy is useless anyway. "As for the experiment that works with him...... Maybe it can last a little longer than him, maybe words alone can delay a lot of time......"

"It's a pity that there are too few strong people in the world, and in more than two hundred years, most of the materials I have collected are those high-level peak materials. The effect of using spells to transform the legend catalyzed is completely different from the one that has stepped into the legend before the transformation!"

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the flickering crystal not far away, thought about it, chose a few casually, and pointed to them one by one.

With each finger, a crystal disintegrated. The solidified creatures inside the crystal are set free again. Most of these creatures are monsters, but there are also one or two humanoids. Needless to say, the monsters stood there blankly waiting for orders. The one or two humanoid creatures mechanically put their gear back on them, and then stood still as they waited for their master's orders.

The demon looked at them nonchalantly, then flashed red on his hand and pointed towards the top of the cave.

"In the past, kill everyone there who isn't demonic. ”

The creatures, who had been transformed into puppets by him, immediately took some mechanical and stiff steps, and hurried towards the top of the cavern.

Watching them leave, Norman nodded: "Anyway, this kind of experiment is easy to come by, send a few more to ensure enough time." ”

After doing this, the villain who had been hidden in the human world for many years no longer paid attention to the puppets who were on his way to meet the crusaders, and turned his eyes back to the pool of blood in front of him, focusing on Brev's transformation work......