No matter whether the dynasty changes or falls, human ambition will never be cut off. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the truth that Herro drew from humans hundreds of years after the death of the first king, Azi-Tris. The fraternal struggle that is now being staged in the imperial capital has also been staged countless times in the past hundred years. After all, for the human race, Az-Teris is an outlier.

But it is precisely because of this almost crazy ambition that humans have the power to lock the dragon.

The gleam in her pupils darkened, and the pale flames in the masked man's hands grew closer to the seal, and she knew what awaited her once the shackles were formed.

"Dead old woman!"

The blazing waves of fire swept towards the four of them with a roar, and Helo's originally gloomy eyes crossed a different color. Under that terrifying sea of orange fire, the snow melted rapidly, and the ground where the seal was located seemed to be about to collapse at any moment.

Even so, Harrow had to admit that every hundred years, there would be an alternative like Az-Tris among the human race - humans who could get back up no matter how many times they fell. Perhaps it was out of curiosity about humanity that she helped him when Mount Azi-Teris was at his end.

The deep sea, tumbling with orange flames, stabbed straight at the Masked Man, who extinguished the pale flames in his palms and picked up his staff from the ground.

The distance of less than fifty meters is tantamount to an insult to her as the originator of the speed sword.

The sword was only in a thought, and although she was not holding a sword at the moment, it was enough to cut Lin Qiu down before she approached her. She's been through countless wars, and even she can't remember how many geniuses she's beheaded.

To her, the young man in front of her was just another ghost who happened to know her disciple.

Hundred Winds.

It was the last sword technique she had taught Alyssa, and now it couldn't be better to use it to bury the boy.

It was still a speed that could not be detected by the naked eye, and even under the gaze of several Templars, the masked man seemed to have only moved the position of his staff.

In the next moment, countless rising white rays weaved into an overwhelming net, each of which was enough to cut through the mountains. She turned away, no longer looking at the other man's body that was about to be cut to pieces, the war-torn people, killing had long been a part of their lives.

She can soften her heart once, but she won't soften her heart a second time.

When he was less than ten meters away from the countless swords, a pitch-black light burst out, and a young man riding a unicorn took a step ahead of him. After neutralizing the sword, the dark crystal around his neck shattered. And Lin Qiu's sword had already come in front of the masked man!

Lin Qiu clenched his teeth, the scoring power poured out at this moment, the handle of the staff and the deep sea stalemate for a few seconds and finally broke apart, and the masked man also flew several meters away under the impact of this blow, after completing this blow, Lin Qiu was already at the end of the crossbow, kneeling to the ground, while the unicorn rushed towards the three people who maintained the seal.

"The Winter Dragon-Hero, the guardian of Herutia, is the Iron Law proclaimed by the first King Az-Tris at the beginning of the kingdom!

The unstable crystal in Richard's hand was attached to the head of one of the knights, and due to the force, Richard's palm was cut by the shattered crystal shard. The knight followed in the footsteps of the masked man by inertia, and in the sound of a huge explosion, the devastated snow-capped mountain finally collapsed completely.

Lacking the supply of nicking power, the seal shattered abruptly, a roaring dragon roar resounded through the sky, and the remaining two knights were thrown into the stone stream by Helo's tail before they could react. She spread her wings, put the exhausted two beasts on her back, and flew off into the distance.

By the time the Masked Man barely managed to stabilize himself with his broken staff, Harrow's figure had disappeared into the sky.

For the sake of Herlo, they spared no effort to send four Templars locally, but now not only have they failed to capture Herlo, but even the fate of the four Templars is uncertain!

She frantically waved the broken staff in her hand, but this almost venting act did nothing but increase the speed of the snowy mountain's collapse.

On the other side, Lin Qiu was shocked by the strange sight in front of him - the blood in Prince Richard's palm suddenly turned golden when it dripped onto Helo's back, and under the moisture of the blood, the scar on Helo's back healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing this, Richard simply stopped bandaging and moved his palm to the wound he could see.

By the time Harrow landed in front of a cave, all the wounds on her back had healed.

As soon as she landed, Hero fell to the ground, and the unicorn leaned against her face, letting out a mournful hiss.

"For dragons, these injuries can heal in just a few days. Harrow tried not to weaken her voice, these humans were obviously different from those who coveted her power, but she couldn't think of a reason why they were helping her. These two people were not even the strongest among the human race, and in the face of such a disparity in power, they still rushed towards the masked man desperately.

"Why...... Why be in the company of dragons?"

It was the first time she had been saved since she had memories. And the people who saved her were still two insignificant human beings.

"For the first king said that you are the guardian of Holutiah. Richard replied. In his eyes, there is only right and wrong: "There is no reason for the royal family to follow the iron law. ”

It was the first time that Harrow had heard such an interesting answer.

"Come here. She said to Richard.

The lifespan of a human being was too short for a dragon, and even the ancient kingdom of Akarandu was a passing moment for her. But strictly speaking, among the countless civilizations she has changed, there is only one person she considers a friend - Az-Tris, the founder of the Holutia League and the first king.

Out of friendship, she signed a contract with Az-Teres alone. But at that time, Az-Teris did not need her strength, and instead built this hidden habitat for her in the north after the kingdom was firmly established.

Harrow's blood turned into an ice-blue glow, pouring into him from the wounds on Richard's hands.

One day, Az-Tris came out of nowhere, leaned against a corner of the cave, and said a bunch of strange things to her. "Helo, if one day those bastards use the name of the throne to have another dispute, please do me a little favor. ”

She was lying down at the bottom of the waterfall in the cave, and her eyes narrowed in the face of her old friend who suddenly became nagging: "What?"

Az-Teris half-jokingly said, "Help me choose a successor, or destroy this kingdom." ”

"It's not a small favor. ”

Later, I thought that maybe the man had a premonition of his own death before he came to her. However, after the death of Az-Tris, instead of choosing a successor for him or destroying the kingdom he had built, she chose to disappear into history.

The blue light gradually dissipated, and the wound on Richard's hand was nourished by the blue light.

The only thing that Harrow didn't expect was that the human who most resembled Az-Tris she met hundreds of years later turned out to be an extremely weak scrap wood.

But this time, she can finally lend her strength to a friend. (To be continued.) )