"He's gone. Roland said.

In the darkness of the bushes, Constantine's yawning voice came out: "When I was a child, I always thought that spending the night in the Black Forest must be fun, but now I know that sure enough, fairy tales are all lies." ”

His voice was calm, with a hint of fatigue from being woken up.

Roland couldn't help but admire a little, anyone, even himself, would be unable to sleep at night in the face of thousands of dragon lance knights plus a peerless powerhouse in the continent, but Constantine could still sleep calmly, his master's calmness was really first-class in the world.

"What's the next step for us, stay in the Central Mountains and stay with Caulfield?" Roland asked.

"Of course not, our course remains the same. Constantine brushed away the leaves on the ground with his hand, and the sand beneath the leaves revealed the outline of the lines of the magic array, and it was with this magic array that Constantine had been able to evade Hedson's magic detection. "We're going to the Asgard Mountains next. ”

"Go find what your ancestor left for you?" Roland thought for a moment, "Your ancestor is related to the World Tree Council?"

Constantine was a little surprised, "You know?"

Roland said: "You also said before that the Pope and your mother met back then, and both studied in the City of Dawn, and he actually knew the relics left by that senior, which means that your ancestor has an inseparable relationship with the World Tree Council, which is not difficult to guess. ”

Constantine nodded, "Faust, have you heard of this name?"

Roland pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

Constantine didn't seem to expect him to know, "In the Temple of Radiance, the Pope showed me the memories of Faust, which showed that Faust had built himself a mausoleum in the mountains of Asgard and sealed it with powerful magic, which only his descendants could open. ”

According to the Pope, it was in the Asgardian Mountains that my mother met my father. ”

Roland interrupted him and looked at him with a puzzled gaze, "You say, that ancestor of yours left a mausoleum for himself in the Asgardian Mountains?"

"Yes. ”

"When I was at the Palatine Academy, I read a lot of continental history, and it was recorded that there was indeed a great man who built a mausoleum in the Asgardian Mountains in the Middle Ages, but that great man was not called Faust. ”

Constantine was stunned for a moment, "Who is it? I'm an idiot in history, please be specific." ”

"It's Flender, the Elven King. ”

Seeing the puzzled look on Constantine's face, Roland added in detail, "In the early Middle Ages, the High Elves established a great empire across two continents, and the six High Elf lords who first helped the Elven Emperor to open up Icadia were all named Great Elf Kings and ruled Icadia for thousands of years. ”

"Well, I know. Constantine nodded, and almost no one knew about the Nibelungen's deeds.

"These six Great Elf Kings occupy most of the land of the Icadia Continent, the most powerful of which is the Eastern Great Elf King Xiluo, and it is recognized that the most powerful individual strength is the Great Elf King of the North, Flender, who is a powerful magician who has mastered the unique natural forbidden spell [Senluo Wanxiang], and has dominated the northern territory for thousands of years. ”

It is said that Flender once built a mausoleum of his own in the interior of the Asgard Mountains and invested a lot of manpower and material resources, and many adventurers in later generations tried to find it, but to no avail, which seems to prove to be a legend. "Could it be that his tomb is sealed by magic like your ancestors?"

The Great Elf King Flender, Constantine felt that this name seemed to be heard somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

The winter nights are much longer than usual, and it is not until eight or nine o'clock that the sun is late.

No sooner had the sun pierced the branches, and the chill in the forest had not yet lifted, when Constantine and Roland began to hurry again.

Walking in the woods, Roland suddenly spoke: "The rebels are estimated to have all been killed." ”

Constantine brushed aside a bunch of branches in front of him, his expression was very calm, and he did not see any unusual emotions.

"You've been in a hurry these days, and if you continue like this, Caulfield will soon catch up with us. Roland looked at Constantine's back, "Actually, if you had been on the road with all your might since the first day, you might have left the people behind you and walked out of the Central Mountains earlier, but you walked very slowly, and you didn't even hide the traces of leaving on the way, do you want Caulfield to find us?"

Constantine said lightly: "Rhaegar they will not sacrifice in vain, I said before I came, I will make the Vismal family pay enough price, now it seems that this price will be even greater." ”

"Do you have a backhand?"

Constantine smiled mysteriously, "It won't be long before you know who is the hunter and who is the prey in this mountain range. ”

......

Outside the valley of the setting sun.

An old man walked slowly, he was not wearing any warm clothes, only a very simple school robe, which was already white.

The cold wind blew like a knife, but the old man didn't notice anything, his old face was indifferent, and he couldn't feel the cold at all.

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, and paused for a long time outside the valley of the setting sun before stepping into the valley.

Along the way, collapsed villages, congealed blood, and countless mutilated corpses appeared in his eyes, full of devastation.

The old man was unmoved, he had seen too many ugly, bloody, and disgusting pictures in his life, and he endured them all silently, let alone now?

"The Lord bless the world. The old man looked around and said lightly. "Dust to dust, dust to dust, all unclean, vanished. ”

He waved his hand, and the old fingers shook in the air a few times.

A pale flame ignited over the field and soon swept across the valley of the setting sun.

The pale flames had no temperature, giving people an extremely cold feeling, but the corpses that touched the flames turned to ashes.

The old man walked in the sea of fire, his eyes closed, and felt the wails of countless souls gradually muffled in the flames.

Wherever he went, the flames burned.

Eventually, the entire valley was submerged in pale flames.

The old man came to the lake.

He opened his eyes and chanted an incomparably profound and obscure divine text, and in front of him, a little mist converged to form a projection.

If Constantine had been here, he would have been shocked to find that the picture in the projection was actually the great battle that took place by the lake a few days ago.

It was as if time had gone back in time, and all the pictures that had happened in this land a few days ago had been read by the old man with some special spell, and they were presented in front of him in detail.

The old man browsed these pictures indifferently, his expression was indifferent, even if the famous dragon knight Kaulfield appeared on the screen later, he did not show the slightest shock.

It wasn't until [Twilight] appeared in the projection that his face changed slightly.

The final projection shows a thousand Drake Knights engulfing hundreds of rebels.

A silver moon-like sword light flashed, illuminating the entire sky, interrupting all images.

"Caulfield hasn't grown much in the past few decades, and if I want to kill that kid, I'll have to do it myself. The old man coughed and thought to himself, "Has he forgotten that that kid is the best bounty hunter in the continent, how can he be easily hunted down and killed like a prey?"