There were corpses everywhere, screaming, wailing, crying.

The smell of burnt corpses permeated the air, and the fishy stench was disgusting.

Stannis, whose clothes had been burned white, was lying on all fours on the ground, looking at the sky, as if quietly admiring the blue dome.

Suddenly, the two nightmarish shadows passed through his vision, and the guy sitting on them was laughing maniacally and throwing fireballs into the ground, a hellish sight that was all due to him.

He finally began to think about what had just happened, and why he was lying on the ground half-burned.

At that time, Stannis noticed that the two black dots were approaching them.

At this point, the guy who won the championship came to the stage to accept the award.

Then Stannis pointed the black dot to Robert.

The guy raised the Firekiss Sword and started waving.

When Robert saw the two black dots clearly, his facial expression became extremely hideous.

The guy was ready to give an acceptance speech, "First of all, my name is ......"

Immediately after, Robert, who was beside him, opened his mouth and let out a terrible scream.

"Wyvern!"

Everyone's heads looked at the sky at the same time.

Two large, pitch-black two-legged wyverns hovered in the air with their wings waving, and on the back of one of the smaller wyverns sat a strangely shaped guy with a nose pierced by a phalanx and a waistcoat made of ribs.

"Performance art?" Stannis asked curiously.

At this moment, the guy on the dragon's back began to speak, "Why don't you invite us to the 'Brotherhood of the Eternal Sons' for such a lively meeting, Count Wolfe!

[Brotherhood of the Sons of Eternal Life], is an active cult group fifty years ago, the doctrine is simple and rude 'eat human flesh to get eternal life', after successfully corrupting a few small villages on the border of the Tanis Kingdom, this group of self-feeling cultists are ready to spread the doctrine to the entire Western Continent, but they never thought of dying before they could get out of the army, they were knocked out by the crusade against heresy organized by the Law King Hall, and fled into the mountains of the north with a lot of urine and urine, and never became a climate again, only occasionally ran out to eat and eat people, and make trouble.

The guy on the dragon's back seemed to be one of them, and he laughed wildly and threw a fireball at the main stage, Miss Tomini had already been pounced on by several men, and the others also jumped down the stage, only Sir Champion, who was still reporting his home, was instantly engulfed in flames.

The flames flew everywhere, and the debris from the explosion flew towards the audience, causing fear to spread throughout the venue in an instant.

The people fled in terror, because the frightened crowd was so disorderly that they scattered the surrounding guards, preventing them from arriving in time.

The man in the vest on the dragon's back was still laughing madly and pouring fireballs downward, indiscriminate attacks exploding in the crowd, and the land tables and chairs were overturned by his fireballs, while the other larger bipedal wyvern was not idle, it began to swoop, wantonly hunting for humans.

At this moment, whether it is a nobleman or a commoner, their lives are worthless in the face of death.

And Stannis, who saw this kind of fantasy terrorist attack for the first time, of course stayed there, and Robert next to him didn't know where to run for a long time.

A fireball exploded around him, sending Stannis flying, and he was lying on the ground as he had been.

Finally clearing his thoughts, he struggled to his feet, and saw that not far away, the knight chief Korodov was wielding a long sword and fighting the wyvern, but the nimble wyvern always dodged his attacks.

And Robert's kid has long since disappeared.

"This guy, I should have kicked him out of the castle!" Stannis began to look around, several charred corpses still emitting heat.

Suddenly, he saw that under the ruins of the main stage, the guy who won the championship was still breathless, and he still held the legendary sword Fire Kiss in his hand.

Stannis trotted over, not to save someone, of course, but to remember that the chest full of gold should be nearby.

He rummaged around the hapless man, but found not a single gold coin.

It can't be melted into gold by a fireball, right?

"Ahhh Sir Champion opened his mouth as if he was about to say something.

Stannis looked around, and he was the only one here, and it seemed that the other party was going to give him an account for the future.

He leaned his head over, "If you have any last words, just say it, of course I won't help you do it." ”

The guy looked at him with longing eyes, was it the fear of death, or the reluctance to fate?

Eventually, he shouted his last words with all his strength.

"I'll die if I have a name!" After saying that, the guy died.

Stannis shrugged, ready to continue his search for the gold coin.

However, the fiery sword caught his attention, and it trembled as if it were calling its master.

Like souls drawn to each other, the deep consciousness drove Stannis to pick up the sword.

The moment he held the sword in his hand, his true self awakened! The fire instantly spread throughout his body, and the blade of the long sword also ignited a raging fire.

It seems that the blood of the dragon in the body is boiling! Stannis looked at the bipedal wyvern in the sky, and instantly understood his mission - to save the world!

It's also his turn to appear, being a funny character for more than 30 chapters, and being complained about being stupid and not cute, and if he doesn't make a splash, he will even be deprived of the identity of the protagonist.

Stannis walked slowly out of the ruins with his fiery sword in one hand, and in the dazzling light of the fire, time seemed to slow down, and even the hot air seemed to freeze.

The sudden heat of the heat blew his coat up, and in a world where there was no salvation, only he and the fiery sword in his hand could bring hope.

He smiled, and though the flames of his sword roasted him a little, he opened his arms like a savior, praying for the coming killing feast, not for himself, but for the enemy he was about to face.

"Greetings to you, my enemy, allow me to send you to ashes. Stannis made a magnificent chivalric salute, and he leaned down and bowed.

The man in the vest on the dragon's back seemed to notice him as well, as the aura emanating from the guy on the ground terrified the two-legged wyvern.

Stannis made another throat cut salute and stepped forward with his sword in one hand.

Suddenly, he was kicked from behind.

"Oops!" he screamed, and fell to the ground, the Fire Kiss Sword out of his hand.

Ignoring the pain, he quickly turned around and roared, "Who the hell is it!

A dark shadow rolled past him, picked up the lost sword, and ran in the direction of the wyvern.

It's Robert......

It turned out that he had been hiding and secretly observing, just to find this opportunity to be a hero.

How can you cultivate it, and you are shaded......