At the time of this crime, he knew very well that the only punishment was death.

Tannis would be upset to see what I was doing, Finns thought sadly. But at least he'll hear that I'm a heroic sacrifice.

"Come, come, come......" said a sleepy voice. 'Someone is going to die!

At least not yet. Brother Bo: Don't wave that hand, it will hurt people. “

Theis saw Fei Capital in the shining armor and the crowd around him, and the old mage stretched his waist and stepped over the faint thick cultivation on the ground, slowly walking towards them. The elves and humans seemed to be connected by an unseen power, and gave him a way.

Lord Bo Xiu turned to face Fei Capital, he was like an angry beast, the corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, and what he said was almost like the roar of a beast.

"Be careful, old man, or you'll end up like him!"

"I said don't swing that sword!" Fei Capital said angrily, holding out a finger to the sword.

Poshotu wailed and threw away his weapon. He grabbed the hand in which he held the sword, and looked at the sword on the ground in disbelief: thorns grew from the hilt! Fei Capital walked up to him and looked at him angrily.

"You're a good young man, but someone should teach you to respect your elders. I said I was serious when I put the sword down!!Next time you'll probably listen to me!" Fei Capital's fierce eyes turned to the singer.

"And you, Solastrom, have lived for almost two hundred years. Three good children were raised – again, three good children. Don't talk nonsense to me, humane, you don't have a daughter. You have one, and she's a very good girl. More sensible than her father, she must have inherited her mother's bloodline. Oh, yes, you raised the half-elf Tannis, too. Did you know, Solastrom, that these four little ones of yours might be able to save the world? ”

"Now I want everybody to sit in their seats. Yes, so are you, Sir Gonza. Come on!Solastrom, I'll help you. We old men should come together. It's a big fool that you're such a stupid idiot. ”

Fei Capital muttered to himself under his beard, leading the surprised chanter back to his position.

Brother Bo's face contorted with pain, and his warriors helped him back to his seat. Slowly, the knights and elves sat back down and whispered to each other - each looking pessimistically at the Dragon Ball fragments lying beneath the Holy White Stone.

Fei Zizi helped the singer to sit down and glared at Changnas, who was about to say something, but then decided that it was better to keep his mouth shut. The old mage walked up to the Holy White Stone satisfied, and Theis stood, not knowing what to do.

"You," Fei Capital looked down at the Kander as if he never knew him, "to take care of that poor fellow." He gestured with his hand to the still unconscious cultivator.

Tysohov noticed that his knees were shaking, and he slowly walked towards Nongshu and knelt down beside him. It's nice not to have to continue to face those angry, fearful faces.

"Intensive cultivation. He patted Linde on the cheek and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." I mean your life's work and your father's soul. I don't really know what to do. ”

Fei Capital slowly looked around at the group of onlookers and pushed his hat back on. "That's right, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Every one of you should listen, every one of you is- don't sit there and look like I'm innocent. The Khandian," he pointed at Tysokhov, who flinched, "has more wisdom under his ridiculous horsetail than so many of you have put together. You know what would have happened if this Kander hadn't dared to do what he had just done? You know what? Very well, I'll tell you. Let me sit down first......" Fei Capital anxiously searched around. "Ah, yes, this is it......" He nodded in satisfaction and walked over, sitting on the ground with his back to the sacred Holy White Stone!

The knights took a deep breath of fear. Gangsa stood up, unable to bear the blasphemous thing.

"No mortal can touch this holy white stone!" he shouted as he stepped forward.

Fei Capital slowly turned his head and looked at the puffing knight. "How dare you sigh again. The old mage said earnestly, "I'll let your beard fall off." Sit down and shut up!"

Gonza was about to continue, but stammered at the threatening gaze of the healer. The knight had no choice but to return to his position.

"Where did I just go?" Fei Capital frowned. He looked around, his gaze falling on the shattered dragon balls. "Huh, yes. I'm about to tell you a story. One of you will win this Dragon Ball. Then you will take it with you—either to 'keep it' or to 'save the world.'" It's true that Dragon Ball has the power to save the world, but you have to know how to use it before you can do it. Which of you has this knowledge? Who of you has this power? Dragon Balls were created by the greatest and most powerful mages of ancient times. The greatest, you know? It was created by the black-robed and white-robed casters, and there is an essence of good and evil in it. The Bloom Mages use their power to bring these two pieces together. Only a few people now have the strength and ability to understand this Dragon Ball, find out its mysteries, and control its power. Very, very little, and," Fei Capital's eyes began to glow, "no one present has this ability!"

There was silence all around, and everyone was listening intently to the old man, his voice loud enough to drown out the wind and disperse the dark clouds in the sky.

"One of you will take the Dragon Ball and try to use it, and then you will find that a great disaster is coming. You're being torn apart like the Kand smashed the Dragon Balls. As for the lost hope, I tell you, this hope is gone, and now it has been reborn—"

A sudden gust of wind blew off the old mage's hat and sent it flying everywhere.

Fei Capital yelled in annoyance, lowered his head and pulled it forward.

Just as the mage bent down, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds. Then there was a silver flash, a deafening loud bang, as if the earth had also been split.

People were dazzled by the flash of light and blinked in horror as they watched the horror in front of them.

The Holy White Stone was split in half.

The old mage lay in front of it, his hat in his hand, and his head in fear with the other.

On his head, piercing the position where he had just sat was a ~handle of a weapon of pure forging.

It was thrown by a man with black skin and silver arms, who stepped forward and stood next to it. There were three people around him: an elven woman in leather armor, an old dwarf with a white beard, and Elistan.

In the dead silence of everyone's faces, the dark-skinned man reached out and picked up the weapon from the rubble. He held it aloft, the weapon's silver tip reflecting a dazzling glow in the midday sun. "I'm Telos. Ionfield. The man shouted in a deep voice. "I've been forging this for the past month!" he said, shaking the weapon in his hand.

"I extracted melted silver from a well deep underground in the Silver Dragon Monument. With the help of the Heavenly Seed Doll and my Silver Arm, these weapons were forged according to legend. I'm bringing it to you, to the people of all Klein. We can finally unite and defeat the untold evil that wants to plunge us into eternal darkness!"

"This is the Ancient Divine Soldier Slayer Dragonge!"

With that, Telos plunged his spear deep into the ground. The Dragon Slayer Spear stands proudly among the fragments of the Dragon Ball.

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"My mission is accomplished. Lorana said. "I can leave. ”

"Yes. Elistan said slowly, "I know why you left. Lorana blushed and lowered her head, "Where are you going?"

"Sivanasti. She replied. "The last place I saw him. ”

"It's just a dream—"

"No, it's not just a dream. Lolana shuddered. "That's true, he's there, he's alive, I've got to find him. ”

"Of course, dear, maybe you should stay here. Elistan suggested.

"You said that in a dream he found a dragon ball. If he did find it, he would have come to St. Quest. ”

Lolana didn't answer. Displeased and overwhelmed, she could only look out from Sir Gonza's castle. She, along with Elistan, Flint, and Tesochov, were all guests of Gonsa.

When they left the St. White Rock Prairie, she was supposed to go with the elves. Lorana's father begged her to return with them to South Goss. Lolana refused. Although she didn't say it, she knew she would never return to her compatriots.

Her father did not force her, and from his eyes, she knew that he had heard what she had not said. The rate at which elves age is measured in years, unlike humans, who are measured in days. It seemed as if the years had quickened in her father, and began to change before her eyes, and the thought that she felt as if she was looking at him with Resling's eyes frightened her. Because the news she brought to him annoyed him even more.

Girsenas did not return. Lolana was also reluctant to tell her father where his son had gone, because his journey with Siyovara was full of danger and death. Lolana can only tell her father, Gilsenas, that he is still alive.

"Do you know where he is?" asked the singer after a moment of silence.

"Yes. "Or so to put it this way—I know where he's gone." ”

"Even if I'm his father, you can't tell me?"

Lolana shook her head firmly. "No, Chancellor, I can't. Please forgive me.

But when we made that decision, those of us who knew the inside story vowed not to tell anyone. Don't tell anyone. Again, she emphasized.

"You don't trust me—"

Lolana sighed, her eyes turning to the shattered Holy White Stone.

"Father. She said, "You and the only people who can help us...... Almost fighting each other......"

Her father did not answer, but, judging by his cold goodbye and the gesture of leaning against his eldest son, he told Lolana very clearly that he had only one child.

Telos leaves with the elves. After he dramatically drew the Dragon-Slaying Lance, the Council of St. Whitestone, by an overwhelming majority, agreed to forge more of these weapons and unite all of Crane's races against the dark forces.

"For now—" Telos declared, "we only have these few dragon slaying spears, which I forged on my own in the space of a month, and I have brought a few dragon slaying spears that the silver dragons have kept from time immemorial. But we need more – more and more. I need people who can help me!"

The elves agreed to provide men to help forge the Dragonslayer, but they didn't want to be involved in the battle—"We'll have to talk about that again." The singer said.

"Don't talk about it for too long. Flint interjected, "Otherwise, you'll probably have to discuss it with the dragoon." ”

"The elves will decide for themselves, and there is no need for dwarves to talk too much. The singer said coldly.

"And we don't even know if these dragon slaying spears are useful! Legend has it that only those with silver arms can forge them, and it also mentions that the casting process requires the Kalas Hammer.

Where is the hammer now?" he asked Telos.

"Even if we managed to avoid the dragon legion, the Hammer wouldn't have had time to bring it here.

The people of ancient times needed the Kalas Hammer because they were not technologically advanced enough. My technique can. He said proudly. "You have also seen the power of the spear to break the rock. “

"We wanted to see what it did to dragons. The chant said. This is the end of the Council of St. Whitestone. Gonza finally proposed that the dragon slayer sent by Tiger should be sent to the cavalry of the city of Paranzas first.

Lolana looked at the bleak winter and many thoughts passed through her mind. Gonsa said it would soon snow in the valley. I can't stay here, Lorana thought, pressing her face against the cold glass.

"I'm going to go crazy. I've seen the map of Gonsa. She said almost to herself. "I've also memorized the location of the Dragon Legion. There's no way to get to St. Quest. As far as the others found the Dragon Balls, he didn't know how dangerous the Dragon Balls were. I had to warn him. ”

"Don't be so willful, my dear. Elistan said mildly. "If Tannis can't get to St. Quest safely, how are you going to find him?" Lorana said, "I don't want to be reasonable!" Loulana stamped her foot and glared angrily at the priest.

"I'm tired of reasoning! I hate this whole war. I know you're right," she said ashamedly. "But I just can't stand by!"

Although Lolana didn't say it, she had her own considerations. The human woman, Chitila. Where is she? Is it with Tannis, as in the dream?

It dawned on Lolana that what was in her mind was the last image she had seen in the dream before she died—Tannis's arms holding Chitila.

At that moment, Sir Gonza burst into the room. "Oh!" he was surprised to see Elistan and Lorana. "I'm so sorry, I hope it didn't bother you!"

"It's okay, please come in," Lorana said quickly.

"Thank you!" Gonza walked in, carefully closing the door - first to see if there was anyone else in the hallway. He walked over to the window and joined them. "Actually, I was going to talk to both of you in secret. I would have sent Wells to you. But it's better that way, no one knows we're here. ”

It's so funny, Lolana thought in disgust. On her way to Gonza Castle, she hears only about political strife within the Order, which is slowly destroying the historic Order of Solania.

Lolana was shocked to hear Gonza relay Stone's trial, and Lolana decided to appear at the Knights' Council to defend Stone. While it was unheard of for a woman to appear in a council, the knights were impressed by the defense of Stone by this beautiful and energetic woman. Her status as an elven royal family, as well as her exploits in bringing dragon slaying spears, have made her highly rated. ——“。

Even the characters left behind in Drake's camp had a hard time spotting her mistakes. Still, the Knights couldn't reach a consensus. It was the hardcore of the Drake camp who appointed Sir Alfred to represent him, and Sir Michael wavered in his defence. Gonsa was forced to resort to a referendum. The knights asked for an adjournment before a vote. They are ready to reconvene this afternoon. Obviously, Gonsa had just returned from this meeting.

Rolana knew from Gonza's expression that things were going very well. But if so, why be so careful?

"Has Stone been forgiven?"

Gonza smiled and rubbed his hands. "Not to be forgiven, dear. That would make one suspect that he was guilty. This will not work. He was acquitted! This is the result of my strong operation. We cannot accept the outcome of forgiveness. He was officially awarded knighthood