There is no day and night in the ancient battlefield, a day and a night have passed in the outside world, and Caesar is still in front of him in the ancient battlefield, and the scene of a gray cemetery is still in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After the initial inexplicability and shock, Caesar actually vaguely guessed where he was, in addition to the intention of death, there is also an indissolvable dragon breath here, it must be a dragon ruins, and the bones under an unknown tombstone were excavated with his own hands, Caesar has confirmed that the dead here are all wind and thunder mages, looking at the style of equipment and armor on their bodies, it should be a hundred years ago during the Civil War. Then the conclusion is already obvious.

I am in the ancient battlefield that has been lost in history under the bottom of the ancient war!

Knowing his situation, Caesar quickly calmed down, and after respectfully reburying the skeleton and apologizing, Caesar began to think about how to deal with the problem at hand.

Obviously, Caesar didn't know where the entrance and exit between this ancient battlefield and the outside world were, and since he couldn't see it for the time being, he didn't care about it for now, and since he could fall into here, could it be that he would be trapped to death? If he could enter, he would definitely be able to get out.

Caesar quickly relented and began to examine his body and injuries.

The last time he put on the gray armor, that is, in the dragon road, Caesar quickly ended the battle, and when he took off the armor, all his injuries were healed, as if it was some kind of effect of the gray armor. This is also the reason why he was able to walk out of the dragon path unscathed. But this time, I don't know if it's been dressed for too long, Caesar's physical condition is not very good, he feels very tired, and there are different degrees of dark injuries everywhere.

"If it weren't for the fact that my body had been transformed compared to the soul of the fire dragon and had the power of a dragon, I am afraid I would not have been able to withstand such damage at all. Caesar sighed, got up, and began to quietly cultivate the Instant Open Physique. Instantaneous physique is not only a means of explosion in battle, but also a means of daily cultivation tomorrow, and it also has the effect of healing and recovery.

It took about two full hours for Caesar to feel much better, and he didn't rush to deal with all his injuries, so he calmed down and slowly entered the place where the dragon woke up.

This piece seems to be the center of the illusory world, and it seems that only a small one of the flames on the altar remains, and the power stored in the original raging flames has been used up in the previous battle with Shabie, with the burst of the charged blow, and the rest is also used by Caesar to replenish his strength and heal his wounds.

However, Caesar's gaze did not focus on the altar and the flames, but on a set of ancient armor that was dusty next to the altar.

Gray armor.

When Caesar woke up, he wondered why the armor was gone, and even had mixed feelings of happiness and regret in his heart, after all, the gray armor had some kind of demonic nature, it gave Caesar power, but at the same time deprived of something. Caesar himself couldn't tell, he just felt that every time he put on this armor, he was gradually losing something.

As a result, Caesar soon discovered that the armor had not disappeared, but had appeared in the Land of the Dragon's Awakening!

The place where the dragon awakens is Caesar's greatest secret, in other words, the connection between the gray armor and himself...... It's deeper.

"Actually, I should have thought of it a long time ago. ”

Caesar sighed and looked at the little dragon who also appeared in the place where the dragon awakened, "You must have something to do with the gray armor, you helped me open this place of dragon awakening, and in the dragon road, you actually brought this set of gray armor to me, right?"

The little dragon babbled twice, not knowing whether to admit it or if it couldn't figure it out on its own.

"Why did you seem to disappear when I put on the gray armor?" Caesar asked, tilting his head in thought.

The little dragon hovered in the air for a few weeks, covering his shriveled belly with a bitter face, meaning: I'm hungry.

"Well, it's impossible to ask anything from you. Caesar couldn't help but sigh helplessly, how could he raise such a snack by himself?

However, this is indeed a big problem, in fact it is the biggest and only problem at the moment, and that is food.

On the ancient battlefield a hundred years ago, there was simply no way to eat anything, and the time given to Caesar to find an exit was limited. Caesar slowly withdrew from the place where the dragon awoke, his mind returning to his body, and then he looked around, his eyes briefly blank.

I can't tell how big this ancient battlefield is, and I don't have a concept of direction, so in the end, Caesar simply found a direction at random, whatever, let's take a look first.

The little dragon lazily lay on Caesar's shoulder, the little guy was like this every time, he was hungry and had no energy, and sometimes even the slow claws would fail, which made Caesar feel very unreliable.

"Cheer up, little one. Caesar whispered as he walked, "Although it doesn't seem to be dangerous now, it doesn't mean that it can really be ruled out." This place...... It doesn't have to be absolutely perfect. ”

As soon as he had said this, Caesar stood still, his body suddenly stiffening like a plaster statue. His face froze, as if something terrible had suddenly occurred to him.

The little dragon looked up a little strangely, and looked around, and there were tombstones in his eyes, and there was no danger approaching.

"Babbling......" it gently tugged at its owner's hair, questioning.

Caesar crouched down and lowered his voice, as if he was worried about being heard: "If I'm not mistaken, this is an ancient battlefield, right?" The so-called ancient battlefield is that after the battle, it is thrown here, no one pays attention to it, and it is isolated from the world. So here's the question......"

Caesar took a deep breath and frowned at the nameless tombstones around him: "Who erected these tombstones? Who buried the imperial soldiers who died here?"

"It's me. A voice said faintly.

"Damn!!" Caesar's whole body bounced up, this fright was really not light, even the little dragon got into Caesar's collar.

Hell, it can't be some undead creatures, Caesar had read in his books that there was a group of magicians called necromancers in the classical magic era.

Caesar asked himself if he was not afraid, he was not afraid of pain or fighting, but he was really a little frightened when he didn't know what life and death were going to come from, and his heart was beating wildly uncontrollably.

Crucially, Caesar couldn't hear the source of the sound at all, it seemed to be far away, but it seemed to ring directly in his ears!

Da, da.

The sound of footsteps gradually became clear from far to near. A moment later, an unkempt old man in a shabby black and brown cotton jacket appeared in Caesar's field of vision.

The moment he saw the old man, Caesar's mind was slightly relieved - fortunately, it was obviously a living person, and the breath of a living person on his body was very strong, not an evil and cold terrifying existence.

But Caesar stepped back cautiously, trying to keep his distance from the other man, the old man was very strong, and he was wrapped in a padded jacket like a fluffy humanoid bear.

He looked at Caesar for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Battle mage?"

Caesar was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "Wind and Thunder Mage." ”

"Oh, that's right. The old man smiled strangely, and a glint in his eyes that chilled Caesar's heart.

"What about you?" Caesar asked rhetorically, pretending to be bold, "who are you?"

"Like you, Wind Thunder Mage. The old man said.

It's okay, it's okay, let's just say, if it weren't for the Wind and Thunder Mage, I wouldn't have buried so many imperial soldiers, I must be my own people.

The question is...... How could this old guy have lived here for so long? Listening to his distinctly sluggish accent, it seems like he hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time.

"Sir, this ...... You ......" Caesar hesitated to ask the other party to verify whether this was really the place he thought it was, and if so, how to find food here, and how to find an outlet?

"Are you hungry?" said the old man with a smile without waiting for Caesar to speak.

"Hmm. Caesar nodded.

"Okay, come with me. The old man said lightly, and then turned around and left without looking back, with a posture that you can't come and pull down if you like.

Caesar was stunned, silent for a moment, and then moved to follow.

Nearly an hour passed, and Caesar became more and more surprised as he walked, and finally he was a little numb, because he had walked for so long, and the speed was not slow, but he still could not see the boundary and end of this world. Moreover, the scene along the way remains the same, always a forest of tombstones.

Hell, how many people died here back then?!

"If you count the time, it should be more than a hundred years. At this time, the old man who was walking in front suddenly spoke.

"Yes, it's been a hundred years since the Civil War. ”

"What is the current state of the world?"

"Let's separate the north and the south of our wind and thunder mages and battle mages. Caesar replied a little absent-mindedly, looked around, and couldn't help asking, "Senior, haven't you arrived yet, and how big is this place?"

"Old-timer?" the old man seemed stunned.

"yes. Caesar said as a matter of course, "You are a member of our Wind and Thunder Empire, in terms of age, it seems that there is no problem for me to call you senior." ”

“...... Well, I'm indeed a Wind and Thunder Mage. The man was silent for a moment, then replied with a smile, in a slightly strange tone.

In fact, Caesar was a little uneasy in his heart, he had been observing the details of the other party's walking posture and gestures, there was no doubt that this old man's strength was very strong! Although he didn't know how strong he was, but when he thought that such a strong person had been trapped here for a hundred years and couldn't leave, Caesar felt that his heart was heavy as if he was pressing a boulder.

"Alright, here we go. The old man stopped.

Caesar was stunned, only to find that the two had come to the edge of a small lake, and in this cemetery world, there was actually a lake, and thin water came out of the bottom of the lake.

I see, Caesar understood, after all, the dragon ruins are a complete small world, with their own ecology, and there is no special reason for the old man to live here for so long, just because this lake provides him with the necessary fresh water, as well as food. There were fish in the lake, and Caesar had seen them.

The old man went to a humble hut on the edge of the lake, took some dried fish, and threw them to Caesar, while he sat down and waved his hand, saying, "Eat quickly! ”

"Huh?" Caesar took the dried fish in a daze, inexplicably.

The old man grinned, and at this moment he actually smiled a little hideously and cruelly: "Don't worry, little ghost, my old man is very fair, and he will convince you to die." ”

"Dead ......?!" Caesar couldn't help but shudder in his heart, took a step back, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter, aren't you a Wind and Thunder Mage?"

"I'm a Wind Thunder Mage. But...... I didn't say I was from the Wind Thunder Empire. The old man's smile was cold, and he pointed to the cemetery around the lake, and then said, "Don't you notice? It's all the tombstones of the Wind and Thunder Mages, and there aren't a single Battle Mages, don't you think it's strange?"

It's strange, because this is supposed to be a battlefield to encircle and suppress a battle mage, but there are only the bones of a wind and thunder mage. Caesar had actually noticed, but didn't ask.

I saw that the old man pointed his finger at himself, and said with a smile: "Because the one who was surrounded and suppressed was not a battle mage at all, but my craftsman." ”