"Welcome to the Tower of the Giants, the eternal sinners. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Low but with demagogic power, the half-kneeling black knight slowly stood up, and the halberd that had not been pulled out for thousands of years was held by him, and with him rose that time that Birmingham never knew.

"The eternal sinner?" Birmingham chewed on this unfamiliar term carefully, the fierce wind was already blowing in his face, and the black halberd showed the demeanor it should have as a sharp blade at this moment, sharp and compelling, and the blade that flashed cold light imprinted Birmingham's somewhat stunned face, and fell heavily behind Birmingham.

"Sinner, your breath is strange, unlike those long-eared people. The black armor stopped in front of Birmingham's eyes, and the knight's huge body shrouded Birmingham like a small mountain, and the thick black shadow blocked the candle flames around him.

The two were so close that Birmingham could feel the sound of heavy breathing like a dragon under the tin can's visor, and the white mist scorching like magma from the lap on Birmingham's face.

Through the visor, Birmingham could feel the prying eyes circling over him, as if looking at him.

"You're not an elf, you're not?"

"Human, authentic human. Birmingham said with a smile, but the broken sword in his hand did not dare to relax in the slightest.

"Humans, Songta, Fao, or the Federation of Justice, or the Holy Empire. A string of nouns flew out of the Black Knight's mouth.

"No, I'm from Ella. As for the nations of which you speak of them have perished. ”

"Ella, perish. The black knight withdrew his halberd, slowly distanced himself from Birmingham, and returned to the center of the square.

"Well, human, do you know where you are now!" the deep voice sounded again, and he left the brief haze behind.

"This, isn't it ultramarine?"

"Ultramarine, what a ridiculous answer, human, this is the Tower of Giants, the horns of the great dragon Frost!" Proud, proud and even proud, Birmingham only felt that the black knight in front of him was full of unspeakable majesty, and every byte of throughput seemed to carry an irresistible shock.

The words of the dragon frost echoed in Birmingham's ears like a low drum.

"How is that possible?" Birmingham muttered to himself, seemingly having a hard time believing that the place he was in was the horns of a dragon.

"Don't you believe it, it's been so long that no creature can escape from time, not even dragons. "The black knight's disbelief and suspicion of Birmingham is not too surprising, and the long river of history will not favor anyone, even if the other party is a great dragon that has endured forever.

"If this is the dragon's frost horn, why is it just such a small place? I don't think this dragon is a female dragon. Birmingham looked at the black knight in front of him, hoping he could give himself an answer.

"Human, do you think dragons are the same as ewes, look at your feet, you will be ashamed of your ignorance. The black knight tapped the hard ground with his halberd, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was palpable.

Black is not so much black as the color of the abyss, because under the pitch-black feet is a bottomless space, and the spiral black ripples continue to extend along the ground under the feet until they become a blue point of light.

Birmingham stomped on the ground in disbelief, the thick feeling was unmistakable, but the extended spiral challenged Birmingham's perception, and now he was standing on a solid piece of glass, and under the glass was the dragon horn in the mouth of the black knight, the giant's tower that the regent had always wanted to know.

The dragon creature Birmingham has always considered to be a truly mythical creature, and they have never described it in great detail, and even if they do, they have only mentioned it in a few words.

The length of the wings, covering the sky and the sun, the sharp claws, tearing the heavens and the earth, every breath, is a hundred years of time flies away.

It was the simplest description of a dragon, but it moved and fascinated Birmingham, the creature at the top of the food chain, at its feet, albeit just a dragon horn.

Birmingham licked his dry lips and tried to speak, but found that he had no words to ask the black knight at some point.

"Why, do you still have any questions?" the black knight noticed Birmingham's silence and was the first to break the silence.

"Why the hell am I here?" a hoarse voice came from Birmingham's mouth, a sign of extreme nervousness, and the shock of the Black Knight's words made him a little difficult to digest, so he had to change the subject.

"Don't you already know the answer? Instead of answering Birmingham's question directly, the black knight pointed to the horn in Birmingham's hand.

The ordinary horn emitted a faint brilliance at some point, and Birmingham had the energy to carefully examine the belongings of this elven sword saint at this moment.

There is no excessive carving, and there are only fine lines on the bone horn, which has a cold touch when pinched in the hand.

"What is this?"

"Dragon's Fang, Ode.

Although he knew something, from the mouth of the black knight, Birmingham confirmed his conjecture, the teeth of the dragon frost.

"That long-eared clan seems to trust you, otherwise it wouldn't have let you here. "The long-eared clan in the mouth of the black knight doesn't need to think carefully to know that it is the elven sword saint Balzas.

"So how do I get out of here?" the most realistic question arises between the two.

"Defeat me, and you will be freed from this endless time. The black knight raised his halberd and pointed at Birmingham, the atmosphere became depressing, the candle flame began to shake, and Birmingham's face flickered in the candle flame.

"You're a Guardian?"

"No, I am Erdoth the mortal servant, the knight who tears the sky, this is my companion, the dragon's fang, silence!" the halberd trembled, and the knight roared.

I don't know what prompted Birmingham, he clenched the broken sword in his hand, and stepped out of his steps without a trace of hesitation.

"Richard Birmingham, mortal servant, Ella's down-and-out nobleman, young lord of conquest, this is my credential, dragon's fang, ode!" The moment the name was pronounced, everything seemed to be the same again, the dim candle flame became shining, only the square of the two erupted into bursts of applause, the two of them separated by a thousand years at this moment, there was no difference at this moment, both fools chasing the dragon, standing in the horns of the dragon, raising the sharp blade in their hands for their respective goals.

Time meets in that moment, and it is incomparably bright.