"Who?, Robert?" said Calamon urgently.

Rodrith glanced at Wade—the Kander hadn't taken his eyes off the light yet, and watched in amazement.

"Aven......" he whispered.

"That's right. Rodrith replied, "Now I have to go." ”

"What?" Calamon stammered.

"But come with us...... You...... We must come along! Meet ——- Evan."

"The meeting between me and him won't be pleasant," Rodrith shook his head, his black hood moving with his movements.

"What are they going to do?" Calamon pointed to the dragonman.

Rodrith sighed, raised his hand, and uttered a few strange incantations.

The dragons stepped back, reptiles with a look of fear on their faces—Calamon shouted, and Rodrith's hand just shot out countless bolts of lightning.

The dragonmen's wails of pain erupted into flames, and they fell to the ground blackened, and they quickly turned to stone.

"You don't need to do this, Rodrith," Lena's voice trembled. "They'll leave on their own,"

"The war is over," Calamon added heavily.

"Really?" asked Rodrith mockingly, pulling a small black bag from his robe.

"It is this sentimentality, woman's kindness, my dear brother, that will allow the war to continue, these—"

He pointed to the corpse in front of him. "Not part of Candela.

They were created by the darkest sorcery. I know. I witnessed their birth, and they didn't 'leave on their own'. “

His voice became high-pitched, mimicking Lena's.

Calamon blushed and tried to speak, but Rodrith coldly ignored it, and saw his brother concentrate on his magic, and the big man finally shut up.

Once again, Rodlis held the Dragon God's Secret Treasure in his hand.

He closed his eyes and began to chant softly.

The colors in the crystal began to swirl and then began to glow brightly.

Rodrith opened his eyes and looked at the night sky waiting. He didn't have to wait long.

Soon, the moon and stars were obscured by a large black shadow. Lena stepped back alertly.

Calamon hugged her and comforted her, although he himself was trembling, and the weapon was already in his hand subconsciously.

"A dragon!" Wade said in surprise. "But he's so big. I've never seen it that big...... Or have I seen it?" he blinked.

"I don't know how, it looks familiar. ”

"You did. Rodrith said coldly, putting the dimmed Dragon God's secret treasure into the black bag, "In that dream."

This is Azure Scarlet Fury, the dragon that abused the Elven King Lorak. ”

"Why is he here?" said Calamon in surprise.

"He answered my call. Rodrith replied. "He's here to take me home. ”

The wyvern hovers and falls, its huge wings hiding an aura of darkness.

Even Wade (who later denied it) found himself clutching Calamon and trembling as he watched the giant green dragon land.

Zhan Qing watched the pathetic human beings shrink into a ball in front of him. His red eyes lit up, and his tongue kept spitting, looking at them with hatred.

Then, under the control of more powerful willpower, Zhan Qing's gaze was forced to look away, looking at the black-robed mage in fear and anger.

Rodrith gestured, and the huge dragon head fell to the ground.

Rodrith wearily leaned on the staff of Martes and walked towards the blue and blood-red rage, climbing up his slender neck.

Calamon looked at the dragon, struggling with fear, and Lena and Wade both grabbed him, trembling with fear.

Then, with a hoarse shout, he pushed the two men away and ran towards the dragon.

"Wait! Rodrith!" Calamon shouted intermittently. "I'll go with you!"

Zhan Yu turned his head vigilantly, his eyes contemptuous at the human in front of him.

"Do you want it?" said Rodrith softly, soothing the dragon that stepped down. "Will you go down the dark path with me?"

Calamon hesitated for a moment, his lips drying and fear leaping in his throat.

He couldn't speak, only nodded his head twice, painfully hearing Lena sobbing behind him.

Rodrith looked at him, his eyes looking like two golden pools of water in the night sky.

"I'm sure you really will," the mage mage muttered to himself in surprise. Rodrith sat on the dragon's back and thought for a moment, then shook his head resolutely.

"No, my brother, you can't follow where I'm going. Even someone as strong as you will only face death.

At last we became two complete individuals, Calamon, and our path was split into two.

You'll have to go your own way, Calamon," a strange smile suddenly appeared on Rodrith's face, illuminated by the Staff of Mazzis.

Or walk with those who choose to walk with you. Goodbye, brother. ”

At the gesture of its master, the Blue Blood Red Fury spread its wings and flew into the night sky.

The staff's glow resembled a small star in the darkness emanating from its wings. Then, too, it went out, and darkness engulfed everything.

"The man you've been waiting for is here," said the old man gently. Robert looked up.

In the light of the old man's fire, three figures appeared: a tall and stout warrior, dressed in the armor of the Dragon Legion, and a young woman with curly red hair walking hand in hand.

Her face was pale with tiredness, and there were blood stains on it, and when she looked at the man next to her, there was deep regret and sadness in her eyes.

Finally, trailing behind them was a Kander who couldn't even stand on his feet, dressed in tattered clothes and tattered blue leggings.

"Calamon!" Robert stood up.

The big man raised his head, and his face lit up. With his arms outstretched, he embraced the half-elf.

Lena stood beside her, watching the two reunite, tears glistening in her eyes. Then she saw something else moving by the firelight.

"Lorana?" she asked, hesitantly.

The elven woman jumped into the firelight, her golden hair shining like the sun.

Despite her tattered, blood-stained armor, she still had the same nobility that Lena had when she had met her in Wellington a long time ago.

Lina subconsciously touched her dirty hair, feeling that it was full of coagulated blood.

Her beautiful white puff-sleeved dress was tattered and barely hung on her;

Her ill-fitting armor was the only thing that kept it from falling.

The ugly scars remained on her long, round legs, and there were too many of them exposed.

Lorana smiled, and Lena laughed too. It doesn't matter. Lorana ran to her and hugged her tightly.

There was only one person, Tyrokosey, standing blankly in the firelight, looking at the old man standing next to him.

Behind him, a huge golden dragon slept on its stomach, its body rising and falling with the sound of snoring. The old man motioned for Wade to come closer.

Wade let out a long sigh that seemed to come from the soles of his feet.

He lowered his head and shuffled his feet reluctantly to the old man's side.

"What's my name?" the old man reached out and stroked the tail of the Kander's horse.

"Your name is not Evan. Wade said sadly, unwilling to look at him more.

The old man touched the horse's tail and smiled. He then tried to bring Vedra closer, but Kander stiffly refused. "I wasn't until now. The old man said softly.

"And what's your name?" asked Wade, avoiding his gaze.

"I have a lot of names. The old man replied. "The elves call me Ari, the dwarves call me Dark, and the humans call me Celestial Force.

But my favorite name is the saying of the Solanian knight - the dragon god Paladin. ”

"I knew!" Wade wailed and threw himself to the ground. "One God! I lost all my friends! all my friends......" he began to cry sadly.

The old man looked at him lovingly for a while, and even rubbed his moist eyes with his old hand.

Then he crouched down beside the Kande, patting him.

"Look, kid. He said, placing his finger on Wade's chin and directing him to look at the sky, "Do you see that red star above us? Do you know which god it belongs to?"

"Leoks—" Wade whispered.

"The star was as red as the fire in his furnace. The old man looked at it and said, "It's as red as the sparks he spewed out when he struck the world on an iron drill."

By the fire of Leoaks was a tree, a tree of incomparably beautiful beauty, and few people had ever seen anything so beautiful.

Under that tree was an old dwarf who was constantly grunting, and after a long hard work, he could finally rest.

He had a glass of cold ale at hand, and the fire of the stove kept him soothed.

He spends his days under the tree, carving the wood he loves. Every day, people passing by sit down under this beautiful tree beside him. ”

The dwarf looked at them in disgust, his eyes so stern that they immediately stood up. ”

"'There's someone to sit in this place,' the dwarf would mumble.

There's also a stupid kand with a tofu head running around outside, getting into all sorts of terrible trouble for himself and for those who are unlucky enough to be with him.

Remember what I say.

One day he'll come here, he'll admire this tree of mine, he'll say, "Hubble, I'm tired."

I think I'm going to take a break by your side. Then he'd sit down and say, "Hubble, have you heard the story of my recent adventures?"

Well, there's a black-robed wizard with his brother and me, and we've traveled through time together, and we've met super wonderful things—

'Then I'll have to put up with the,' he continued to mumble.

Those who were supposed to sit down under the tree, would hide their smiles and quietly leave. ”

Those past events may make people sad or hopeless, and in the end they will become the best memories of life.

Despite all the pain in the past, the future is still full of hope and gives people the strength to move forward.