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Little by little, the blood dripped to the ground, making a crisp sound that echoed through the narrow aisles. The candles of the lamps flickered without wind, reflecting the faces of the two men in a flickering light. Ian slowly looked up at Bernie as he attacked him in disbelief.

The latter's eyes were misty and unfocused, as if he had been hypnotized. Ian grabbed his hand and felt a touch of coldness, which was clearly not the body temperature that a living person should have. As the best hunter, Ian wouldn't be foolish enough to ask you why you were doing it. He backhanded, made a grappler, and threw Bernie directly over the shoulder.

"Bang. ”

A muffled sound echoed through the hallway. Bernie was thrown to the ground, staring blankly at the bluestone bricks above his head, his expression did not change at all, and he did not make any more movements. Ian took a few steps back and pulled the dagger out of his lower abdomen.

More blood flowed down, almost staining half of his clothes. Ian let out a long breath and leaned against the bluestone brick wall, feeling the pain from the knife wound.

"You, what the hell is wrong. Ian asked breathlessly.

Bernie didn't answer, his entire face engulfed in darkness and he couldn't see his expression.

Ian didn't know why he was so tired, as if he had gone through a very strenuous exercise. However, he didn't care too much about his body, he was more concerned about Bernie, who was supposed to be his teammate, but suddenly gave himself a knife. Looking at his state, Ian immediately thought of [Dragon Servant].

Could it be that Bernie has been transformed into a Dragon Servant?

This thought was denied by Ian the moment it popped up in his mind, if it was [Dragon Servant], he would not be able to use a knife and become a creature of [Dragon Servant], his brain would be destroyed by dragon blood, and only the most primitive instinct remained. But Bernie did give himself a real stab just now.

Ian struggled to straighten up, ready to investigate Bernie's condition.

The next moment, he suddenly realized something, and the whole person was stunned.

[Iliad: Endless], not activated.

He finally realized that something was wrong, and he hadn't been hurt since he hunted Nathan, the Wind King. The first is that there is indeed nothing that can threaten him now, and the second is that some small wounds will be repaired in an instant by [Endless Life]. This has become a conditional launch, and wounds that are too small almost do not need to be deliberately triggered.

Now, however, he is injured. Whether it was the wrist that was accidentally scratched before, or the cut that was stabbed out by Bernie with a knife, it failed to trigger [Endless Life]. And he was tired! He hadn't done anything.

With the blood of the Dragon Emperor, will he still be tired easily?

Ian immediately tried to use Spacetime.

However, there was no response at all. The candle of the lamp still flickered at a fixed frequency, not speeding up or slowing down, which meant that he had not succeeded in using Spacetime.

Ian sat slowly on the cold ground, leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the flickering candle flame overhead. At this moment, he had no divine power, no body strengthened by dragon blood, nothing left, and he turned back into that little beggar in Black Rock City in a very short time.

A little beggar is a little beggar, and a prince is a king. The latter can survive in a desperate situation, while the former, in this case, can only wait silently for too much blood loss and die. Ian pinched his face and tried to tell himself that he was actually dreaming. But the pain he felt told him that this was the reality.

If this was the reality, could it be that everything that had happened was a dream? he had never shot Naga, the dragon king of fire, the embryo of Naltis, the dragon king of the sea, or the mighty Nathan, the dragon king of the wind.

Is everything actually a dream?

Ian's mind was in a mess, and he noticed the guardian beside him, the blade of the guard reflecting the faint flame of the candle on the lamp. Ian thought that if he wanted to know the answer, he would just use the knife to wipe his neck off.

So he really clenched the guard.

The cold touch of the handle reached Ian's palm.

......

"No one escapes death. "On the half-decaying World Tree, the dying Elven Queen said this to him. Memories poured into Ian's mind like a tidal wave, it was a cold day, the rain and cold wind hit his thin body, he carried a bow on his back, held a knife, but could only watch the elven queen lose incense and jade.

......

"May I ask you one last question?"

"Just ask. ”

"Why?"

"Responsibility. ”

Tony, who turned into a necromancer, left this world completely after smiling slightly. He gave Ian an answer, as well as a Nartymis who had been locked down for two hundred years. It was also a cold day, the sea evoked the tides, the setting sun was blocked from the mountain, and tens of thousands of night pearls did not wait for the king's enthronement, but catered to the king's funeral.

......

"I want to be, the strongest hunter. ”

Erin's Shield and its master stand under the dragon flames of Naga, the Lord of Fire, and the warrior's bones are forged into the hardest metal by the flames. Was it cold that day? It was cold, because before Ian shot Naga, he had been hiding behind Erin's shield, shivering with fear.

......

"Ian, stand up for me!"

The dragon roared, intending to destroy the two novice hunters in front of him. It was cold, because it was raining, and Ian took the arrow from the rainstorm, and completely killed the first dragon in his life.

......

"You close your eyes. ”

Messiah's eyes widened, "I'm going to give you a gift." ”

......

All of this is so real. Almost every time someone leaves, and every time he grows, he is getting stronger and stronger, how can he still be who he used to be?!

Ian jerked out his hand and grabbed the dagger that had stabbed him in the eye.

"Huh?" a soft exclamation sounded.

Ian looked up and saw a small figure half-hidden in the darkness.

"You want to kill me?" Ian said coldly, "Who are you?"

Ian was gripping the other's knife with one hand, and the other hand was already gripping the hilt of the guard. Although he had lost his divine power and dragon blood-reinforced body, his fighting skills had not been lost, and after being ravaged by the First Lord Perseus, that unparalleled fighting skill had been deeply engraved into his bones.

With just one sword, he can take on the enemy in front of him, and no one can stop him.

"Take it easy, hunter. The shadow smiled slightly, "I'm not your enemy. ”

Before Ian could speak, a short, ugly face emerged from the darkness: "Let me introduce myself, I am the leader of the fifty-first generation of the dwarven race, Manhe Black Shield. ”

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