- It's close!

Wicks was excited, and the goal was close at hand.

At the age of sixty-eight, although he was a high-ranking professional flame swordsman of the first order of diamonds, according to the average age of the diamond level, he could already be regarded as having one foot in the coffin.

But!

He had a dream.

Send the mercenary group you created yourself to the throne of the first place in the rain country!

He thought that this dream was unattainable and impossible even in his lifetime, but perhaps because of the blessing of the god of luck, he heard a rumor that there was an artifact in Tenglong City.

What is an artifact?

An artifact is a weapon that only a god-level professional can exert its full power, but as we all know, every artifact is sealed with a god-level combat skill, and this combat skill can be triggered even by low-level professionals as long as the combat energy is enough.

Just get the artifact!

Looking at the wall in front of him, Wicks' eyes sharpened.

The sudden appearance of the undead, the towering city walls, it is difficult for Wicks not to associate these things with artifacts, isn't it a test for heroes to obtain artifacts?

Rotten skeletons, eerie locations.

By any measure, this is a heroic legend in the mouth of the bard, and there is no doubt that he is the protagonist of this script, and he will surely draw the sword of victory, achieve his own fame, and personally send his mercenary group to the throne of the first place.

Sixty-eight-year-old hero?

Isn't it a bit unreliable?

As soon as this thought appeared, he was strangled to death by Wicks, which law says that the elderly cannot pursue their dreams?

Life never ends, and the battle never stops.

Even if it is a twilight hero, it is also hung with the word 'hero', maybe this script is written for him, a twilight hero, even if there is one percent hope, he doesn't want to admit defeat!

- "There is only one kind of person who fails, and that is the one who gives up before reaching success." ”

Even if he stepped into the coffin with one foot, he was still looking for a way to win, and this goal was already in sight, so close that it was almost within reach.

"Just climb this wall!"

Wicks swept with his sword, and the ground strewn with skeletons was immediately cleared out of a passage, and he took advantage of the gap to bully himself, his hand already touching the edge of the wall.

One step at a time, two steps!

I saw Wix rise in the air, with the attitude of flying and the strength of his feet, the distance of twenty meters was only five meters in an instant, and this distance was not even 0.1 seconds at this speed.

Hope is at hand!

Is there a higher wall behind this wall?

This question does not need to be considered at all, for a person who has one foot in the coffin, maybe tomorrow is the time of death, so it is good to move forward step by step, which does not care if there is a mountain or the sea ahead?

Isn't that what success is all about?

The Great Wall wasn't built in a day, it was piled up brick by brick, and for Wicks, there was no need to think about the long-term thing at all, all he had to do was climb the second wall, so that he was one step closer to success.

If there is the truth behind the wall, then it is naturally worth the surprise, if not, then step on the next wall with more determined steps, the truth is so simple that a three-year-old child knows.

Bang!

A powerful footstep finally stepped on the city wall!

A smile tugged at the corners of Wicks' mouth, and he looked anxiously ahead, because he desperately wanted to know if this was the end, and if not, where was the end?

Click, click

The white dry bones are like a 10,000-year-old giant tree, even if five people hug each other, I'm afraid they can't hold it.

And tens of thousands of these dry bones make up an unscientifically large skeleton, and if it needs to be described, then Weeks thinks that it is the difference between an ant and a human, and he is the ant.

"Dragons, dragons?!"

Wicks spat out the word between his teeth, and it was nothing else that blocked his vision, it was a bone dragon that defied gravity and danced freely in the sky in a skeleton posture!

No!

Not one!

Wicks was horrified to find that the entire sky was filled with similar bone dragons, and they had regular flyers in the sky, as if they were extremely excited, and seemed to be greeting someone.

It's like......

It's like a puppy leashed at home who heard the sound of the owner opening the door, wagging its little tail and anxiously waiting for the owner's return.

This is simply nonsense!

With his first-order strength of diamonds, he could clearly feel what level of existence the bone dragon was, and at the same time, he could also be sure of one thing, that is, there were no artifacts here at all!

That's right, there can be absolutely no artifact.

The artifact is just a weapon used by god-level combat professionals, but what kind of artifact is qualified to allow these bone dragons who can kill god-level professionals in seconds with one claw to protect them?

If there really is.

It's probably an heirloom used by the gods!

But luckily, the bone dragons seemed to be getting excited and didn't pay attention to him as an uninvited guest, and if he was really targeted, Weeks thought he probably wouldn't even have the courage to escape.

Meantime.

A question arose in his mind, what was going on here?

The entire Rain Country doesn't even have a god-level professional, but the bone dragons here are not a thousand but eight hundred, if this kind of power suddenly attacks the Rain Country......

Don't dare to think about it.

Wicks secretly recorded this scene with the video crystal, preparing to leave here secretly, as for this, he didn't dare to stay any longer, if he waited for the bone dragon to come back to his senses, even a hundred old lives would not be enough for this bone dragon to shoot.

Click-

Raising the video crystal, recording the scene, and making sure it was correct, Weeks was about to leave.

But!

Just as he was about to turn around, the sight that happened to be blocked by the bone dragon returned.

Wall!

At the edge of the earth, another wall towers into the sky!

"How is that possible!"

Wicks stared blankly at the scene in front of him, unable to believe the reality of this scene.

It is unclear what these walls really do, but it is certain that after the higher walls, there are more powerful beings, such as the armored skeleton behind the first wall, and the undead bone dragon after the second wall.

And what about the third wall?

Wicks couldn't imagine what kind of horror existed behind the third wall.

In his few knowledges, dragons represent the ultimate power of this world, a terrifying existence that even tens of thousands of god-level warrior professionals can't kill, but there is actually a wall behind the dragon?

More powerful than a dragon?

What's behind that wall?

Wicks' curiosity began to swell, and he wanted to stand on that wall to find out, but when he looked at the bone dragon in the air again, which was enough to kill him hundreds of times in an instant, he gave up instantly.

Fear triumphs over curiosity.

After all, Wesker still felt that sending this information back to the kingdom was more important than his curiosity, and even if he wanted to satisfy his curiosity, it was to send back the information, and then come and gamble his life to satisfy the so-called curiosity.

Turn around now!

Wicks stepped forward without hesitation, preparing to leave Dragon City overnight, and send this important information related to the survival of the entire southern region back to the royal capital as quickly as possible.

Bang –

As soon as he was about to take a step, he was stunned in place.

Tick Tick –

Douda's cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead, although he had subconsciously put his hand on the long sword, but he suddenly found that he didn't even have the courage to draw the sword.

The pupils have shrunk to their limits.

But the sight in front of him was clearly transmitted to his brain through his eyes, and he knew that he must not move now, and he did not even dare to breathe, this is not a joke!

Mummy?

Or the Grim Reaper?

The god appeared in front of him unconsciously, almost against his face was a human face that had lost its moisture, perhaps it could no longer be called a human face, because two dark blue flames flickered in his pupils.

It's not like Weeks hasn't seen anything more terrifying than the dried corpse in front of him.

However, the reason why Wicks was so frightened was that the aura emanating from the moving corpse in front of him was an aura that seemed to be in control of death, playing with death, and even more terrifying than the bone dragon.

Beyond the god level!

These four words entered his brain like a magic spell, he lived for sixty-eight years, and the curious Wicks had never seen anything, he naturally knew that there was an unknown existence beyond the god level above the god level, and it was said that in the face of that kind of existence, even death was already a luxury.

Because!

They have mastered a skill that even the dead will be horrified by - the soul!

It is rumored that a god-level existence has the ability to manipulate the soul, and in the face of that kind of existence, it is already an extremely happy thing to be able to die with peace of mind, and if you are not careful, even if your life is ended, your soul will be played with by the infinite other party.

People are afraid of death.

If you are more afraid than death, you will not be able to die well, and if you are more afraid than not being able to die well, you will not be liberated from death!

At the age of sixty-eight, Weeks is no longer afraid of death.

In front of him, death was just a joke, because he was ready to die in the next second, so over the years, there were almost no tasks he dared not take, places he did not dare to go.

However!

At this moment, he was really scared.

If you can't even get liberation from death, then who chooses to die?

The withered face was still approaching, less than a centimeter from his face, and Wicks could even clearly smell the decay of the lich, as well as the terrifying death air, but he still didn't dare to move.

Grant me death!

This thought suddenly appeared in Wicks's brain, which made him feel the urge to cry, when did even death become a luxury, how could he admit this kind of thing!

Roar –

The lich hissed sharply at his face, and if it wasn't psychological, Wicks even felt a few corpse worms crawling on his face.

For the first time since the age of sixty, Wicks wanted to kill his curiosity.