Valhalla's three-dimensional projection flashed with a dazzling red light, circles of scarlet ripples began to spread around a wide range from somewhere in the Arctic Circle, EVA has a special set of scales to measure elemental turbulence, zero to hundred, used to judge the bloodline level and threat level of dragons when they hatch and awaken, just now the red number in the upper right corner jumped to one hundred at a high speed, and it continued to jump on the same number after the full value, which shows that the intensity of the turbulence has exceeded the full value of statistics.

Beowulf stopped after repeated attempts to no avail of the Night's Watch, staring quietly at the screen, his gray face with the shadow of a dragon.

There was silence in the conference room, and almost every patriarch had a terrifying memory in their minds, as the patriarchs of the dragon slaying organization, the shadow of the dragon always wrapped around them, like the dragon's blood in the body of a half-blood, like fate,

"Tell me, kid." The old man, who had been washed by dragon blood for nearly a hundred years, stared at the beautiful girl next to the projection and asked his question: "What level of dragon does the threshold of elemental turbulence represent?" ”

"According to the original algorithm, most of the turbulence of full value is caused by the first generation, but some special secondary species can also achieve the same effect through speech." EVA stated expressionlessly: "I have improved the original algorithm to exclude the error when multiple dragons appear at the same time, and it can be estimated that more than two dragons close to the first species have appeared in the Arctic Circle. ”

"Ange!" Beowulf yelled at the elegant old man at the other end of the long table, with his eyes closed: "Two primordial species! Things are out of control, I don't want to see the same prevarication as Mentor Flammel, you originally only said that it was a dragon ruins, what kind of ruins will have two original dragon kings? ”

Ange still stopped there and said nothing.

When Beowulf finally couldn't resist smashing the centuries-old table, he kicked open the door to Valhalla.

A very frivolous aura diluted the seriousness of the conference room for a moment, and compared to the patriarchs who were all black, the person who walked in had dazzling and brilliant blonde hair, a slim white suit that matched his extremely handsome face, and through the collar you could see the pink shirt and healthy wheat skin under the blazer, which was synonymous with beauty and sexiness for women.

Pompeii Gattuso!

At this point, it looks like the head of Gattuso's house is going to a casual party rather than discussing the fate of the world with a group of people who are too old to go into the dirt.

The first thing he did when he walked in was not to sit down where Gattuso was, but to greet Ange rather pleasantly.

"Long time no see, Ange."

The gray-haired old man finally opened his eyes, and a wave of determination came to his face:

"You're here as a representative of the Gattuso family?"

"Yes, such a big thing happened, those old men who should have been buried in the ground thought that Frost couldn't deal with it, so they quickly called me back from the resort in the South Pacific, who was still on vacation, after all, our Gattuso family has been a little manic for generations, and my brother is more serious than me in this regard, and the elders are afraid that he will bring the family's treasured shotgun when he comes to the meeting, and no one wants the stupid thing of the secret party to be attrition before the war starts, I deeply regret this."

"You've always been well-informed."

"Of course, the Secret Party is the world's No. 1 dragon slaying organization, and as a member of the Secret Party, Gattuso has always been the first to pay attention to things like the revival of the dragon race, and we are the guardians of the human race." Pompey cocked his nose and sat down in his place smiling brightly at the vice-principal next to him.

The Night's Watch grimaced and did not respond, perhaps because a stable could not accommodate the relationship between two stallions, and he had always been unapologetic to Pompeii.

"So what are you doing here?"

"Of course, it's to solve our big problem, anyway, this lovely young lady is the secretary of our academy, can she see the situation in the Arctic Circle now?" Pompeii shrugged: "We always have to know what the problem is before we can solve the problem, even if the dragon king is resurrected, we need to know what the dragon king is, whether it is the four monarchs, or the white king and the black king that only exist in mythology." ”

"Elemental turbulence and some unknown electromagnetic field have cut us off from the Arctic Executive." EVA is flat and straightforward, and the tone does not change in the slightest, which is just a little embarrassing to change to Angers.

"Oh, there's no way around it, after all, we all thought it was just a next-generation mausoleum, a meal just enough to satisfy your appetite, and who knew that he would suddenly choke people to death." Pompey waved his hand indignantly:

"But guess what? Before the matter began, our people went to the North Pole with the executive department and the team of Laurent's little lady, but Laurent's old man looked like he was going to eat alone, and drove our people away, and they got in touch with the family where the chaos was lessened, so the elder immediately asked me to run here, and our Gattuso's loyalty to the secret party is evident from the sun and the moon. ”

Some of the senators who had been in contact with Pompeii watched calmly as the man played tricks, while others forced their expressions to try to maintain the atmosphere in the conference room.

"So you can see what's going on in the Arctic."

"Not for me to see." Pompeii continued to smile brightly, and it was clear that this smile, combined with his handsome appearance, was invincible on the battlefield of scumbags.

"It's us." He clapped his hands, "Miss EVA, I think what I asked people to give to the Equipment Department has been able to be accessed." ”

The scene changes, and Ange turns his chair and looks up behind him, where the projection of the wall of the epic scene unfolds.

The camera shook violently, because the person taking the shot was standing on top of the ice, and the ice thick enough to be called an ice field was shaking violently, and there seemed to be tens of millions of pounds of power accumulated below it that were enough to tear everything apart.

The Arctic Circle in this season is supposed to be in a polar daytime state, but there are dark clouds in the sky, and the black clouds are so thick that they seem to be pressed down on the ground, and the light of the sun is also blocked, and the picture is a little dim, which makes people feel heavy unconsciously.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar was heard in the distance, a majestic roar that had been mutilated after several layers of technology transfer, but the nobility and wrath contained in it hung over the entire Valhalla.

The shaking under the ice is becoming more and more violent, and the degree is well shown by the shaking of the camera, like a rope that gradually tightens, strangling people to death step by step.

This repressive overture lasted for a long time.

There was only a white sky, black clouds and white ice, and the only thing that could predict danger was sound, which was monotonous and boring, but none of the elders of the secret party had the slightest relaxation, they stared at the projection, and even the night watchman half-squinted his eyes and focused his gaze on it.

Finally, the warm-up music was played, the climax sounded, the elemental turbulence that reached the peak caused white-purple lightning in the air, the thunder came out through the equipment of Valhalla a few seconds later, and some old people completed mental arithmetic in less than a second, the center of the lightning may be the place of the first generation of resurrection, and the elders in North America could not reach him, but they still unconsciously calculated.

Cobweb-like fissures spread rapidly from a distance, from the edge of the horizon to the soles of your feet.

In the most chaotic place, Laurent's old butler watched as the black shadow continued to expand under the ice, and finally, two huge figures rose into the sky.

In the howling cold wind and crumbling ice, two great creatures confronted each other like gods among the dark clouds, and the Laurent half-breeds who had been camped fell like tiny insects into the icy waters.

Alfred kept his mouth shut, desperately trying to keep his eyes open and look directly at the gods through the water.

The pale dragon that could no longer think of any other adjectives except perfection, the mountain-like muscles, the scales that seemed to shine, the horns of the god's crown, the dragon's claws as punishment swords, and the vertical pupils that dazzled like the sun.

It was the real Dragon King, and the White King did not release the Dragon Might, otherwise Ah Fu would not be able to see any details, and his eyes and brain would be swallowed by the golden light.

The gods who confront Him are not as dazzling as He is.

It was a bone dragon from hell.

The golden flame burning in his eyes was still above the White King.

In the eyes of the elders of the secret party, all they saw was a black shadow rising to the sky and confronting each other at the top of the clouds.

But the violence of the shattered ice field was enough to instill fear in everyone's hearts.

Flamel looked at one of the dark shadows and sighed inwardly.