"It's a temple of true gods," Mr. Rodlis said, his voice sounding more like talking to himself. But Scarlet Moon stood next to her and heard it clearly.

"A temple?" she repeated, looking at the building. "How beautiful. She walked towards it, seemingly captivated by its beauty.

Robert and the others searched around, but found no other intact buildings. The intricately carved beams and columns fell to the ground, and the fragments around them spoke of their original beauty.

The statues were all shattered, and many of them had mysteriously had their faces gouged out, everything so old that the dwarves were younger than they were.

Hubble sat down against a pillar. "Alright, we're here now. He winked at Rodrith and yawned. "Mage, what should I do now?"

As soon as Rodrith opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Wade shouted, "Dragonman!"

Everyone was scouring around, their weapons unsheathed, and a dragonman was about to leave, standing by the well and watching them.

"Stop it!" Robert shouted. "It'll notify the other monsters!"

But before the crowd could arrive, it spread its wings and flew into the well. Rodrith's golden eyes twinkled in the moonlight, and he then went to the well and looked inside, he raised his hand as if to cast a spell, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down weakly. "I can't," he said. "I can't think, I can't concentrate, I need to rest!"

"We're all tired," Robert said tiredly. "Even if there's a monster down there, it must have warned it. There's nothing we can do about it. We're going to have to rest. ”

"It's going down to warn of something terrible," Rodrith whispered. His eyes widened, and he curled up in his cloak and looked around. "Can you feel it? Can anyone feel it? Half-elfs are about to wake up. ”

The crowd did not know how to answer.

Then Wade climbed up the well and looked down. "Look! the dragonman floated down, like a leaf, and its wings didn't flap—"

"Be quiet!" Robert yelled.

Wade looked at the half-elf in surprise - Robert's voice sounded nervous and unnatural. The half-elf looked at the well, his fists clenched involuntarily. Everything is still. It's so quiet, even a little abnormal.

A storm was approaching in the north, but there was no wind at all around. There was no sound of branches shaking, no leaves falling, the silver and red moon casting two shadows on the ground, and what was glimpsed out of the corner of the eye seemed unnatural.

Slowly, Rodrith retreated from the well, his hands raised in front of him, as if to fend off some terrible threat.

"I feel it too. Robert swallowed. "What the hell?"

"yes, what the hell is it?" Wade leaned over and stared into the well. The inside of the well seemed as deep as a mage's hourglass-shaped pupils.

"Get him out of the way. Rodrith shouted.

Robert was infected by the mage's fear, and his sixth sense told him that something big was about to happen, and he hurried to Wade. As he took a step, the ground began to shake. The Khandians screamed as the ground beneath their feet and the ancient well shattered.

Wade felt like he was about to fall into the darkness underground. He frantically tried to cling to something with his hands or feet, and Robert pounced in despair, but it was too far away.

As soon as the river breeze heard the cry of Rodlis, he immediately ran forward, and the tall man reached the ancient well in three steps and two steps. Just before the ground under his feet fell, River Wind grabbed Wade by the collar and lifted him up.

And the earth shook again. Robert tried to get the frightened brain to figure out what was going on. A cold wind blew out of the crack, blowing leaves and dust in the square, making them unable to open their eyes.

"Run. Robert tried to shout, but he choked on the foul smell of the well. The beams and pillars left over from the cataclysm began to shake. The friends looked at the mouth of the well in fear, and the river wind turned his head sideways, and "Scarlet Moon ......" he looked around. Dropping Wade down, he shouted, "Scarlet Moon!" and a scream from the depths of the well stopped him. The voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the head. River Wind frantically searched for Crimson Moon's trace, calling her name incessantly.

Robert was stunned by the voice, and he looked stiffly at Stone as he placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly retreated away from the well. He also saw Rodrith—the mage's face sallow, his eyes glowing like blood in the red moonlight—screaming at something Robert couldn't understand.

Wade looked at the wellhead in amazement, and Stone briskly ran towards the Kande, clipped him under his armpit, and ran towards the woods. Calamon ran to his exhausted brother and grabbed him to find a place to hide. Robert knew that there would be an indescribable evil awakening in the well, but he just couldn't move.

His head kept ringing, "Stupid! Run—hurry!"

River Wind stayed at the well, struggling to wrestle with the fear that was spreading in his heart: he couldn't find Scarlet Moon! He was distracted to save the Kanders, and he didn't see Scarlet Moon walk into the temple intact.

He frantically searched around, struggling to keep his balance on the shaking ground. The high-decibel screams and the shaking ground reminded him of nightmarish memories. "Death on Black Wing. He began to sweat and shiver, but he forced himself to concentrate on Scarlet Moon.

She needed him now, and he was sure—and he only knew about it—that the courage she had shown was nothing more than a disguise for her doubts, her fears, her sense of uncertainty. She must be scared now, he has to find her!

As the edge of the ancient well began to crumble, River Wind turned and saw Robert shouting and pointing to the temple. River Breeze knew what he was shouting, but the shrill voice made it difficult for him to hear.

Suddenly he understood!Scarlet Moon was in the temple at this moment!Hefeng turned to run towards her, but his footsteps were unsteady and he knelt down.

He saw Robert running towards him as fast as he could.

Then boundless fear rose up from the well—his nightmare came true. The river breeze closed his eyes and could no longer see anything.

It was a dragon.

Robert's blood suddenly stopped as if it had been drained, and he stood dumbfounded, watching the dragon burst out of the well, thinking, "It's beautiful...... Beautiful......"

The dragon rose like a dark cloud, its shining wings resting against its side, its scales reflecting the light. Her eyes were black-red and burning like molten rock. She roared wildly, Bai Sensen's fangs looking extremely evil. Her long, slender, red tongue enjoyed the night air.

Breaking free from the confines of the wellhead, the dragon spread its wings in the moonlight, obscuring the starry sky, and at the end of both wings was a pure white claw that shone with a bloody glow under the red moon Nurintari.

Robert was torn through his body by unimaginable fear. His heart was pounding, and he couldn't control his breathing, and could only watch as the creature in front of him unleashed its deadly beauty. The dragon flew higher and higher in a circle, and just as Robert felt his fear fade and was clumsily picking up his bow and arrow, the dragon spoke.

She said just one word,—— a spell - and the darkness fell into the sky, making it dark before everyone's eyes. Robert immediately felt at a loss of where. All he knew was that there was a dragon overhead preparing to attack. Unable to defend himself, he could only lie down in despair and try to hide in the rubble.

After losing his sight, Robert focused on hearing, and the screams had stopped after darkness had fallen. Robert could hear the flapping of the dragon's wings, indicating that she was flying higher and higher above them. Then the snapping sound died down, and the wings stopped flapping.

He felt a beast hovering in the sky, waiting.

Then there was a very small sound, like the churning of leaves in the breeze. The sound grew louder and louder, until it felt like a storm, and then it became the roar of a hurricane. Robert snuggled up to the collapsed well, his head in his hands.

The dragon began to attack.

She couldn't see through the darkness she had cast, but Gisaith knew that the intruder was still in the underground plaza. Her men, the dragonmen, had already informed her of a group roaming the continent with blue crystal staffs. The King of Fierce Minna hoped that the crystal staff would be kept by her and that it would never fall into the hands of humans.

But she lost it, and the king was furious.

She's going to have to get it back. So Heateth watched for a while before casting the spell, intently watching the intruders and looking for traces of the crystal staff. But she didn't know that the owner of the crystal staff had entered an invisible corner. She's happy because she just needs to destroy everyone down there.

The dragon swooped down from above, her wings tucked in like black blades. She rushed to the well, where the intruders had fled. She knew that they had all been intimidated by "Dragon Might", and Gisaith believed that with one more dive, she could clean them up. She opened her bloody mouth.

Robert heard the dragon approaching, and the sound of breaking through the air grew louder and louder, but suddenly stopped. He heard his muscles stretch. The sound of wings flapping up and down. Then there was a loud sound like air being sucked into the throat, followed by a sound like a boiling stove.

An unknown liquid sprayed around him, and he heard the sound of stones cracking and dissolving. A drop of liquid sprayed onto his hand, and the intense pain immediately reached his brain.

Then Robert heard a scream, low — a man's voice — a river breeze! The sound was mixed with extreme fear and pain, and Robert's nails sank deep into his palms so that he wouldn't cry out with it.

Make the dragon aware of where it stands. The screaming continued for a while, gradually weakening into a wail. Robert felt a huge object flying over his head in the darkness. The stone he was clinging to began to shake. Then the sound of the dragon passing through grew lower and lower, straight into the well. Finally the ground finally fell silent.

There was a dead silence all around.

Robert took a painful breath and opened his eyes hard, the darkness had cleared, the bright stars were shining, and the moon was high in the sky. For a while, all the half-elf could do was keep inhaling, exhaling, trying to calm himself. Then he stood up and ran like a charred figure lying on the ground.

Robert was the first to run to the Plainsman, and he glanced at it, and couldn't bear to turn his head away.

The river breeze can now only be described as "not human". His flesh was almost completely torn open, and the flesh on his arms was completely melted, and his bones were visible.

The eyeballs hung over the fleshless cheeks like freeze. His lips opened and closed, and he cried out silently.

His ribs were completely exposed, and strips of charred cloth and smoking flesh hung limply. What's even more terrifying is that all the flesh and skin on his body are melted, but the organs in his body are beating freely in the moonlight.

Robert crouched down and threw up. The half-elf had seen the corpses that had died under his sword, and the corpses that had been chopped to pieces by ogres.

But...... What is in front of you...... It was a very different kind of horror, and Robert knew he would never forget the tragedy of today.

A strong arm grabbed him by the shoulder, comforting him thoughtfully. The feeling of nausea finally disappeared, and Robert sat down, his breathing struggling, he wiped his nose and mouth clean, and tried to swallow in pain.

"Are you alright?" asked Calamon with concern.

Robott nodded, speechless, and then he turned in Stone's direction.

"Oh my God, the gods have mercy on him!Robert, he's still alive!, I see his hand moving!" Stone couldn't continue.

Stone felt like he was about to collapse, and he watched it all in disbelief, and a burning pain welled up in his heart.

Robert stood up and walked unsteadily towards the dying corpse. A charred hand reached out from the rubble, waving towards the sky.

"Stone, end his misfortune quickly!" Robert said hoarsely, his throat still smelling of bile. "Kill him!"

The knight drew his sword, kissed the blade, and held it high to the sky, and he stood in front of the river wind. Slowly close your eyes and enter an ancient world where death is regarded as the supreme glory. He cautiously recited the death prayer that had been circulated in the Starfall Continent.

When these prayers are recited, the soul of the warrior who rests underground enters the kingdom of heaven in peace, and he turns his sword around and aims it at the heart of the river wind.

Send the warrior back into Shuma's arms,

Above the clear, boundless sky;

Falling asleep like a warrior,

Don't let the war clouds thicken,

Obscuring the last glimmer of light from his eyes.

Among the stars,

Let him take one last breath,

to be able to find the final resting place in the air,

Just above the sky where the birds fly,

There is only the Eagle that remembers the taste of death.

Let his soul fly to Shuma,

Up to the blue, endless sky.

The knight's voice grew slowly, slowly.

Robert felt that the tranquility of belonging to God was like cold, clear water, washing away the sorrow in his heart and diluting the horror in front of him.

Beside him, Karamon sobbed softly. They looked up, and the moonlight reflected a cold cold light on the blade.

Suddenly, a clear voice sounded, "Stop, bring him to me." ”