"Finally came to me~"

This sentence abruptly rose from the depths of Han Tuo's heart, as if it were a long-lost call from afar, like the murmur of a beautiful man boating in the middle of the lake, and at the same time like the sacred tone of the confession of the clergy of the church.

Hiding behind the collar of Han Tuo's clothes, Tor's hair exploded, and he shrank his head and hid directly in the depths of Han Tuo's clothes. I don't care about the fact that she is also a "girl".

At this time, Han Tuo didn't have the strength to care about this kind of thing, he had already been suppressed by this thing enshrined in the holy temple at this time.

As exquisite as the finest works of art, although the carvings are intricate, all the patterns represent its unique meaning, and the sword body exudes a faint brilliance even if it is placed quietly, and the graceful form like a cloud of water interprets the meaning that it can cut off anything. Quietly inserted on the huge iron-cast pedestal, all the aura is stating the same thing.

There is no need to doubt it, Han Tuo is already convinced that this is the Holy Sword. More in line with the posture of the Holy Sword than all the legends of Gedia, it is far less beautiful than anyone can depict it.

So Han Tuo moved forward without confusion, and when his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, a strange but not offensive touch like a silk thread stretched out from the fingers that touched the hilt of the sword, and stretched all the way to the heart of Han Tuo, who even felt that it was directly connected to his soul.

Then Han Tuo's wrist was slightly forced, and although it was a little heavy, it was beyond Han Tuo's imagination, and the light holy sword was kicked up from the iron and stone pedestal. Because many legends and songs have recited that the holy sword has the ability to open mountains and crack rocks and cut the sea, Han Tuo can't help but think that this will be a huge broadsword weighing "108,000 catties" like Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick.

What Han Tuo didn't know was that before this, even a warrior with a thousand strength could not shake the holy sword inserted in the iron stone. There are many strange people who have a guard system that completely avoids the elves outside the temple, but no matter what method is used, there is nothing they can do about it.

The holy sword will only be in the hands of those with whom it agrees.

But when Han Tuo pulled out the holy sword, the air around him suddenly changed. All the scenery turned gray, the air slowed down and stopped, and the colors began to be black and white. It's like being in a world like a black-and-white drama that only plays on old-fashioned television.

Then the whole world began to shatter and crumble like glass, turning into pieces and disappearing into thin air. Whether it is a distant scene or a near scene, it is a scene imprinted in a mirror, and for a while, the six mirrors surrounding Hantuo are all broken and disappear. Only Hantuo and Thor, who was hidden in his clothes, were safe. The interweaving of unreal thinking and real vision is really a very surreal experience.

The scene in the depths of the holy temple that he was still in the middle of the previous moment had been destroyed, and what Han Tuo saw was a scene he had never seen before. The sand-like stars on the beach are densely spread across the dark night sky, and in front of you are the grasslands that look dark green in the endless darkness of the night. In the distance, the howl of a wild wolf could be faintly heard, and a house made of stone stood abruptly on this desolate grassland.

Han Tuo found that in front of the stone house, there was a figure waving at him, and the wonderful thing was that the figure of the figure, with the starry sky, in this dark night, even emitted a halo of light and dust. It looks like a light in the dark that doesn't have much power, but it still burns stubbornly.

Just taking a closer look, Han Tuo couldn't help but be suffocated by the scenery in front of him.

Standing there was a silver girl, her long silver hair that stretched to her waist like the most colorful, and at the same time exuded a faint glow. She stood there delicately and looked at Han Tuo with a smile, the halo shaking off her and then dissipating, like a beautiful comet with a long tail of flame shining all over her body in the sky. The slender and carefully carved body reminded Han Tuo of the sharp and graceful sword body of the holy sword he had seen before.

...... Holy Sword?!

At this time, Thor, who came out of the collar of Han Tuo's coat, fiercely put his head on the stunned Han Tuo, pulling him back from his reverie to reality. Looking up at the stone house towering in front of him, Han Tuo found that this was also a thing that surprised him enough.

There is no need to use any binders between the regular-shaped stones, but only by the weight of the stacks, and the roof even simply places the stones at an angle, with a large stone pressed on the top to release the weight.

However, such a simple and crude construction method can give Hantuo a strange feeling, its essence is not as fragile as its appearance, and even gives people a strong sense of solidity. Hantuo has no doubt that such a building can stand for a hundred years even if it is not repaired, and such craftsmanship is also a top-notch existence in the world.

Unbeknownst to Han Tuo, this was the residence of one of the most skilled foundry masters of the [Dwarven Clan].

The silver-haired girl on the opposite side raised her hand and pointed in the direction behind Han Tuo. A tall figure slowly walked out of the night, and it wasn't until he got closer that Han Tuo could see the whole face of the comer.

To Hantuo's surprise, the guest who visited at night was someone he knew.

It was the elven old man who came out to help him out of the siege when he confronted Ewell before entering the temple, although he didn't know his name yet, he must have been a respected person in the elven village.

At this time, he used the wand in his hand as a crutch, and buckled it to the ground step by step, not loud, but enough to appear abrupt in this silent night. The old man's boots were covered with a lot of dirt, and he could see that he had traveled a long way before this.

Encountering in this surreal environment, Han Tuo really didn't know what to say, so he could only raise his hand and say hello to the elf old man who was walking step by step.

However, he turned a deaf ear, as if he didn't see Han Tuo, and still strode towards him without confusion. His unusual behavior made Han Tuo puzzled.

So Han Tuo reached out and wanted to pull his sleeve. The figure of the old man passed directly through his body, just like walking on a mountain in the early morning, and the white mist that filled the mountain automatically avoided the people walking in the mountain, as if he had the act of life but did not have the breath of life.

The old man walked through Hantuo and walked straight to the door of the stone house, and then tapped softly with his wand.

Han Tuo looked at his palm thoughtfully, and suddenly turned around and looked back at the silver-haired girl who was still standing in front of the stone house. At this time, she was still looking at herself with a smile, but the pupils that had been opened were flashing with pure white light that belonged to magic.

Then she opened her mouth delicately, and her tone was relaxed, but Han Tuo was impressed by the powerful spirit for a while.

"Welcome to the world of my memories, what I have created. ”