It's a dead city.

The grandeur of the past has been reduced to a silent and lonely ruin in the wind and snow, and the howling wind passes through the dilapidated buildings, making a whimpering sound, as if mourning the glory of the past.

This majestic city, which once stood in the north for thousands of years, has a poetic name--- Winter.

Now it is just a pile of rocks for future generations to sigh about.

As he walked through the ruined ruins, he saw the collapsed buildings turn into rubble of various sizes, covered in moss, overgrown with weeds.

What kind of terrible force could turn an entire city into such a desolate ruin?

Kayan has only seen a similar scene in the accounts of the palace's collection of ancient texts.

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, powerful dragons used magic and breath to ravage elven cities built by elves, causing them to fade away like Winterfell.

But twelve years ago, Winterfell had a peerless sword master like Archduke Eliotgard, and hundreds of powerful Blizzard mages, even the most powerful dragon lance dynasty in the continent was difficult to overcome, how could it be reduced to ruins overnight?

This has been a mystery that has puzzled countless historians on the mainland.

And some of those who knew the inside story of that night did not dare to speak out because they were afraid of the Church of Light.

"If this is really the work of the Church of Light, why would they do it?"

Kayan stood in the barren wasteland, looking at the ruined pavilions in front of him, muttering to himself.

Her fists clenched tightly, "In the future, will the same thing happen again?"

Kayan didn't dare to imagine such a terrible scene.

Before she knew it, she was in the middle of the old Winterfell, jumping over several towering ruins, and following the route she remembered, to the central plaza of Winterfell.

At the end of the square, there is an archway, standing alone in the cold wind, leading to a magnificent building that has collapsed behind it.

Grand Duke's Palace.

Kayan stood in front of the arch of the Grand Duke's Palace, staring at the faintly familiar Elliottard family coat of arms on the arch.

A day as vivid as a knife came to her mind, fourteen years ago, she had been escorted by a group of dragon lancers to this arch, and the outer area of the square was crowded with countless curious onlookers of Winterfell.

The citizens crowded together, blocking the perimeter of the square, just to witness the appearance of the legendary dragon lance princess****** the little girl with the white horse walking calmly in front of the knights, not at all like a flower that needs to be cared for, but like a knight who has really walked through the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, countless winter people opened their mouths in surprise, and then, exclamations, praises, and whistles instantly resounded throughout the city, and flowers and snowflakes blended together, laying a beautiful carpet in front of her.

Outside the arch, she saw the Grand Duke of Winterfell, who was standing at the door, with a long sword at his waist, waiting, and standing next to the Grand Duke was a delicate and lovely little boy, who took his father's hand, raised his head, and looked at Kayan on the horse with curious eyes.

Her intuition told her that this little boy was her future fiancé, the man she would be with for the rest of her life.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. The manly face of the master of Winterfell showed a smile that warmed the winter, stretched out a hand, helped the young Kayan off his horse, and said softly:

"Welcome to Winterfell. ”

"Welcome to Winterfell. ”

A voice rang in Kayan's ears.

Kayan awoke from her memories suddenly, this voice was not the voice of the Archduke Eliotgard she remembered.

The voice was made by a man in a gray robe, walking towards her through the snow, with a handsome angular face with a hint of evil, and a bit of cynicism between his eyebrows.

His eyes were a pale gray.

With each step, a flame erupted at his feet, melting the snow on the ground, and his power grew little by little.

The Sanctuary Strongman!

Kayan frowned, quickly adjusted his breathing, and turned around, placing his five fingers on the hilt of the sword beside him.

"Originally, I was looking for another kid, but there seems to be a more suitable person than him. ”

The gray-robed man glanced up and down at Kayan with malicious eyes, "The ants who have inherited the blood of the dragon clan are ready to become the consciousness of becoming a sacrifice to His Majesty the God Emperor?"

It's the enemy!

From the other party's undisguised killing intent, Kayan quickly judged that the person was not good.

However, she didn't panic, as the inheritor of the Holy Dragon bloodline, the strongest combat genius in the continent, even if she encountered an opponent at the level of the Holy Domain, she didn't need to be afraid.

She coldly glanced at the approaching gray-robed man, and with the force of her wrist, the long sword was instantly unsheathed.

Along with the sword, there was a violent elemental storm.

The air glowed with colorful elemental light, and arrows shot at the gray-robed man in a volley.

A look of surprise flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, he condensed a shield formed by light gray energy, stopping in front of him, and stubbornly resisting the overwhelming elemental turbulence.

But as the top dragon veiner, how could Kayan's skills be so easy to resist?

A clear roar emanated from the mouth of the female dragon veiner, and the rich elemental aura solidified into countless spheres, falling like hail.

Rumble!

In the square, a dense explosion sounded, and the terrifying energy storm directly destroyed the arch at the end.

Kayan still looked around the square vigilantly at the smoke and dust, and her instincts told her that the enemy had not yet fallen.

"Hehe, it's good, you actually have the rare dragon vein ability of [Elemental Control], it seems that the dragon that passed on your bloodline is not a waste, maybe it is still a member of the high-level dragon clan. ”

The gray-robed man's grim laughter sounded in the wind, and he stepped out of the thick smoke, his whole body unscathed, "It seems that your sacrifice level needs to be re-evaluated." ”

Kayan, the long sword shone with a dark golden brilliance, and with a little footstep, his body was as fast as the north wind, and he rushed towards the gray-robed man.

This guy gave her a bad feeling, so she decided to strike first.

The gray-robed man smiled coldly, raised his hand and grasped the long sword, according to his previous experience, human weapons, unless they reached the legendary level, would be directly pinched into scrap metal by him.

The moment he grasped the sword, his eyes shrank slightly.

This is just the most ordinary blade, obviously without any alchemy effect, and at this moment it is constantly curling in his palm, but there is no sign of breaking at all.

How is this possible?

An ancient term appeared in the gray-robed man's mind.

"[Metal Strengthening]?" the gray-robed man blurted out, the light in his eyes flashing, and he violently exerted force, surging force, wanting to use brute force to directly destroy Kayan's long sword.

However, no matter how hard he tried, even the powerful magic that seeped into his palm, the dark golden long sword that was bent to the extreme still refused to break, stubbornly maintaining the last of its toughness.

What shocked him even more was that Kayan was able to wrestle with him.

Bang!

The explosion sounded, Kayan snorted, took dozens of steps back, the metal long sword in his hand broke into countless pieces, blood trickled down her lips, and her face became not very good-looking.

In terms of pure physical strength, she had never suffered a loss, even a barbarian with natural divine power could not defeat her, but this gray-robed man did it.

What is the origin of this gray-robed man?

The gray-robed man also took a few steps back, metal shards splattering all over his gray robe.

But he didn't realize anything, but stared at Kayan deadly, "Elemental control, metal strengthening, actually possessing two high-level dragon vein abilities at the same time, and also possessing a power comparable to that of me in a humanoid state, what is your bloodline from..."

"Do you mean?"

The gray-robed man let out a low roar, and an incomparably terrifying magical aura erupted from under his feet, turning into a gray flame that enveloped his entire body, and the brilliance that bloomed in an instant dyed the entire square gray.

The entire square trembled slowly under his power, like a precursor to an earthquake.

The pinnacle of the Sanctuary!

Jia Yan was taken aback, the powerhouses at the peak of the Holy Domain, the entire continent could be counted on one hand, and more than half of them were dragon knights of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, and this gray-robed man was obviously not among the names she knew.

In the face of a peak powerhouse in the Holy Domain, no matter how proud and confident Kayan is, he must treat it with his strongest state.

A dragon groan came out of Jiayan's mouth, and the excitement cleared the sky, straight into the sky, and the gravel on the ground exploded one after another in the sound of the dragon's groan.

Her body was also changing, and fine dark golden dragon scales grew on her arms, dazzling scales danced, and her nails became sharp and slender, which was a symbol of the dragon vein bloodline in her body.

She stared coldly at the gray-robed man in front of her who showed the strength of the Holy Domain, and there was no flinching in her eyes, only a strong fighting spirit.

The gray-robed man grinned and licked his lips, a flash of violent joy flashed in his eyes, "Good... Let me test your bloodline, Dragonborne. ”

The figures of the two disappeared in place at the same time, then appeared in the middle of the square without warning, and then collided together.

A violent whirlwind rolled up in the center of the circle where they collided, and then spread out in all directions, and the surrounding rocks were swept into the air like pieces of paper, and scattered like stone chips in the sky.

Two incredibly fast figures, at the speed of breaking through the sound, fought fiercely in the ruins, leaping vertically.

Where they had fought, vast flames erupted, igniting ruins one after another, and countless collapsed buildings were completely destroyed in the flames and winds.

The roar spread from the central plaza to the north of Winterfell, the firelight roaring forward, engulfing all the buildings into silhouettes in the fire, and the hot wind like a demon's roar, blowing away all the snowflakes as it roamed the great city.

However, even the rushing heat wave could not catch up with the two figures who were fighting rapidly.

In the face of the speed of the explosion of the top powerhouse, the north wind is beyond the reach of the dust.

The ground of Winterfell shook constantly, and the ground that had been blown by snowflakes for thousands of years burst open like air-dried cowhide, and then exploded, setting off waves of earth that were one person high, arching mounds after mounds.

Kayan's five fingers were pressed together, and a long, angry dragon groan came out of her mouth, and he slammed into the gray-robed man's body with all his strength.

The supreme force attached to the dragon's claws directly shattered the magic armor of the opponent's body protector and shook the opponent out.

However, her face was also pale, and her body fell like a kite with a broken string, leaning against a towering wall, coughing incessantly, and her leather armor was completely damaged, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

The chase that had crossed half of Winterfell had finally come to an end.

In front of her, hundreds of meters away, the gray-robed man was half-kneeling, and there was a concave fist mark on his chest, which was the location of the heart, and a normal person who was hit by such a punch must have fallen directly to the ground and died, even if it was a peak powerhouse in the Holy Domain.

However, the gray-robed man staggered to his feet, and then raised his head, his eyes full of undisguised madness and greed.

"Hahaha..."

He raised his head like a drunk, looked at the sky, shook his head, and let out an extremely harsh and hoarse laugh, "I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to harvest such a precious sacrifice." ”

His fingers trembled with excitement as he dug into his cheek fiercely, "Galazos, you shameless rebel, do you see? ”

Kayan's face was unusually pale, and most of her magic and physical strength were consumed by the previous battle, "Who the hell are you? Why didn't you die like this?"

The gray-robed man stopped laughing, but he still couldn't stop sneering, "It's a pity, little human girl, you are indeed very strong, and you have inherited a lot of abilities from that guy Galatres. ”

"If it's an ordinary human being, even if it's a holy realm powerhouse among you humans, I'm afraid I'm already dead, and the reason why I survived is because... The gray-robed man narrowed his eyes, "Haven't you noticed yet, I'm not human at all." ”

Kayan's pupils shrank.

The next moment, from the gray-robed mouth, came a voice that was familiar to her, long and ancient, like a long stretch of yellow sand hitting on a bronze vessel.

Dragon language.

Is this guy also a dragon veiner?

The gray robe on the gray robe of the gray robe suddenly cracked, revealing strong muscles, and then, his entire body swelled, and his skin turned gray, dense scales emerging from his skin like bubbles.

Only then did Jiayan notice that there was a vertical line in the man's eyes, as cold as a sword.

As he chanted, his body continued to expand, the bones and joints of his body crackled, as if he was undergoing a metamorphosis, and the ribs on his back bulged violently, and white bulges popped out of his body.

At the same time, an incomparably terrifying majesty spread from his body, quickly enveloping the entire city.

Jiayan's face changed drastically, and she suddenly understood that this guy in front of her was not a dragon vein person at all.

He, or rather, was originally a dragon.

Kahiko did not hesitate to use his stealth ability--[Spatial Transfer]

However, as soon as the surrounding space fluctuated, a majestic and indifferent dragon syllable sounded in the air, and a surging magical aura surged, directly interrupting her bloodline ability that had not yet been activated.

"If you want to use [Spatial Transfer] in front of me, wait until you have the strength of the Nibelungen. ”

A playful taunt emanated from the throat of the monster in front of him, which was done in dragon language, but Kayan understood.

Eventually, the humanoid dragon finally lifted the Transfiguration.

A gray dragon with a height of nearly fifty meters appeared in front of Kahiko, like a gray hill, staring at the woman in front of him with a playful and cold gaze.

With a flap of the huge wings, a gust of wind rolled out, sending sand and rocks flying through the city.

Kayan snorted, and his body flew out uncontrollably, smashing several walls one after another, flying all the way back, and finally falling miserably on a long street.

The gray dragon folded its wings and said hatefully: "Thousands of years ago, your ancestors betrayed us, and now, all the pain will return to its descendants, and it is up to you to bear it, I will ravage you once and then sacrifice your body and soul to His Majesty the God Emperor." ”

On the long street, Kayan stood up with difficulty, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the long street, and a deep self-deprecation flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, no matter how strong the dragon vein is, isn't it the opponent of the real dragon after all?"

In front of her, the dragon had flown over Winterfell, looking down on her indifferently, as if wondering how best to torture her.

Countless thoughts swirled through Kayan's mind, and he finally realized that he could not defeat this powerful and terrifying ancient dragon no matter what.

Just as ordinary people can't defeat the dragon veiners, she also seems so powerless in front of real dragons.

"Are you going to die?"

Kahiko gently stroked his hair, straightened his body, and looked around with a very calm expression.

She is the proud of Her Highness Kayan, and even if she dies, she must maintain a standing posture.

Besides, being able to die in this city is not a kind of fate.

Gayan sighed softly in his heart, and Dean's face suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

It's okay, so that I don't have to meet you for life and death on the battlefield, Kayan's heart is slightly relieved.

Kayan slowly closed his eyes, and the scales of his fingertips flashed cold, pressing against his snow-white throat.

She would rather kill herself than let her body fall into the hands of an evil dragon and be ravaged to death by the dragon.

Just as her five fingers were about to exert force, a hand gently put on her wrist and forcibly stopped her movements.

Kayan opened her eyes and looked incredulously at the young mage who appeared in front of her, "Dean, you... Why are you here?"

"If I don't come again, you're going to die. ”

Constantine said, his voice calm and firm, "You said on the snowy field that I can't die, so how can I watch you die?"

"If you were to die in Winterfell, my father's soul would not forgive me. Constantine smiled and looked her gently into the eyes, "Next, leave it all to me." ”

With a flick of his fingers, a powerful cloud of magical light spread out overhead, enveloping Kayan's body, making her shiver.

This arcane aura was so powerful that it was not at all the level that a mid-level mage should achieve.

"Crown Mage. Kayan said incredulously.

"Dean, who are you—" Kayan looked at the young man's side face, and suddenly felt as if he had never really understood him.

The dragon circled in the air for a week, and when he saw Constantine, his eyes flashed with a brief moment of surprise, and then let out a thunderous laugh that echoed over Winterfell, "It's a great harvest to harvest two sacrifices in one day." ”

After laughing, the gray dragon's eyes narrowed, "You're the human kid that Drakes asked me to hunt down? ”

"But after feeling my breath, you still dare to break in through the main gate and appear in front of me, is it stupid?, or is it fearless?" the dragon narrowed his eyes indifferently.

"Why do you want to go through the back door when the master comes home?"

Constantine looked up at the dragon soaring in the sky and said calmly. "Rather, is it stupid for you, the dragon who broke into my house without saying hello, to roar in front of my master?"