Birmingham would never have imagined such a sight in the manor he had ever visited, with messy pages piled up in all corners of the house, books piled up almost everywhere, and a person who he least expected to stand in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Servant, long time no see, no, or thank the goddess for reuniting us. ”

Under the black hood of the lantern man is Birmingham's familiar eyebrows, but the smile hidden in the darkness is extremely unfamiliar to Birmingham, it is a smile that has not been shown by Birmingham for a long time, without the condescension and alienation of being the lord of the long river, there is only a warm color like the sun.

"Long time no see, Nasr. Subconsciously responding to the greeting from the lantern bearer, Birmingham looked at the Lord of the Long River in front of him with some astonishment.

"Is it your friend, Nasr. ”

"Theoretically my friend, Frost. A strange and familiar name, a chilling voice crossed the lanternman's shoulder and rushed into Birmingham's field of vision.

What kind of woman is that, no, maybe not a woman, there are no obvious sexual characteristics that allow Birmingham to tell whether the person in front of him is a man or a woman, but the waist-length frost-white long hair and slightly delicate face have the color of a woman, but if it is a woman, her height is far beyond Birmingham's cognition, at least in Birmingham's memory, there is no human woman who is tall enough to be comparable to a female orc, and the body of more than two meters tall is particularly eye-catching in this room.

"Hello, mortal. The frost-white man made a pleasant sound like a clear spring, and Birmingham felt a biting chill from it, even though it was the beginning of spring.

No matter how Birmingham deceived himself, the identity of the tall man in front of him was self-evident

Dragonfrost, the ancient creature that created the Vast Green Lands, the unexpected reinforcements guided by the Raging Waves, and the End

The mighty thing of the Demon Tide is now standing alive in front of its own eyes, and it is still presented in front of Birmingham's eyes in the form of a human being.

More than just how to respond to the greeting of the ancient creature, Birmingham humbly thanked the ancient, powerful creature.

"W-what's going on here?" asked the Pure White Sword Spirit the question Birmingham wanted to know most at the moment.

Why did they meet the people of the tree in Birmingham at Rose Manor, and under their guidance, they saw the Lord of the River and the ancient dragon Frost, and what kind of existence the dark blue in their mouths was, everything shrouded Birmingham's heart like a mist.

"Are you wondering, Servant, after all, this is a very old story, so old that the goddess is still the most powerful existence on this continent, and so old that today's evil god is still the most favored heir of the goddess. ”

It was like a dusty picture scroll slowly unfolding in front of Birmingham's eyes, and it was like a dusty storybook had finally been opened.

In the words of Nasr, Lord of the River, a word called Deep Blue was re-mentioned, and a name submerged in time came into Birmingham's vision.

The Men of the Mist, the highest praise for the Dark Blue Clan, and their innate talent, were born in the morning mist, died at dawn, and then, over and over again, never resting, their souls came from the mist, their bodies were disembodied, and they could be anyone, from the mysterious Tree Diagram to Queen Claire of the Betley Empire.

But it is precisely because of this that the Deep Blue Clan cannot enter the long river created by the goddess, cannot enter the endless river of reincarnation, they have an immortal body and soul, and at the same time they have become excluded from the rules created by the goddess.

This curse-like talent accompanies the life of the man in the fog, and there is no end to disappearing, finally, a dark blue person can't stand this loneliness of being excluded, can't stand this talent called praise, which is actually a curse.

The unwilling dark blue man raised his own questions to the goddess, and this unwillingness has hidden a suppressed anger with the passage of time.

Goddess, why do you treat us like this, why do you, who have always been fair, treat your children like this?

The dark blue man questioned the goddess of creation in this way, and the great goddess also responded kindly to her children's questions, but the answer to this question made the dark blue man angry.

"Angry, what kind of answer did the goddess give to that dark blue man?"

This question has also bothered us for a long time, until now we can't know what kind of answer the great goddess gave him, but you should be familiar with the story after that, the angry dark blue man stole the power of the goddess and became the first evil existence in the world, his name was praised by countless people who worship darkness, and his deeds have also become an unknown history, he is the evil god Gafenri. ”

Obviously simple and unpretentious, there is no added component, but when the last byte hits the ground, Birmingham feels as if his heart is pinched by an invisible palm, and his blood is also frozen in an instant, it is a word that Birmingham has heard in many languages, a person who represents the supreme darkness.

"Is that the answer you're seeking, Nasr?" Birmingham looked at the Lord of the River, knowing that it had been the Lanternman's life's mission to find the dragon, and now that she had found an ancient dragon and brought with her a secret she was not familiar with, was that the answer that the Lord of the River was seeking.

"No, this is only a piece of history that I know, and it is also the most detailed thing I can tell Nasr, when I was asleep, the Celestial Tree that existed for eternity was still flourishing, and when I woke up, I had already received this shocking answer from the mouth of the Lord of the Long River, and I deeply regretted the matter of the Celestial Tree. ”

"I don't need to apologize one after another, Frost. The lantern man replied with a smile.

Two ancient beings have no barriers to talk, one is the ancient lord of the river, the other is the great dragon Frost, this conversation across countless times echoed in Birmingham's ears, like an ancient ode ringing in his ears, and Birmingham, who was immersed in this time, did not expect that a tragic battle officially began in the sky over Shibata County, and everyone involved was familiar to him.

The unexpected, and the unexpected