The Kassel Academy, the central control room, the emergency school board was held in the form of a video conference, so the central control room with the most screens was used.

After the dismissal of the clerks, the head of the executive department stood behind Ange, who was asked to be questioned as soon as he had completed the initial aftermath

The USS Sleipnier flew to pick him up from the North Pole for this emergency school board meeting.

"We need to figure out now, what really happened to the Dragon's Grave in the North Pole?" On a screen, Frost, dressed in a black suit, asks questions with a strained face.

"You must know the cause of the incident very well." Ange propped his hands on the general control position that belonged to Schneider, leaned forward,

"It was supposed to be an ordinary rescue operation, but we accidentally stepped on the volcano that was about to erupt." The school directors obviously have some understanding of the intrigue hidden under the rescue, but this kind of thing that violates party rules is put on the surface, no matter who looks good, so no one continues to investigate the real cause.

"How can a mausoleum judged to be of the second generation type have two things of the first generation level?" An old man with Buddhist beads asked slowly, his eyes were a little heavy, like a lack of sleep caused by copying Buddhist scriptures, God knows whether this old man with squinted eyes is sincere to the Buddha, or use those beads to press his murderous intent and murder.

"Because there is indeed a sub-species in that dragon tomb, and it is the dragon servant who guards the eggs." After Ange signaled, Schneider, who was standing behind him, calmly looked around at the school director on the screen and said.

"We've never excavated a dragon tomb with the first live eggs before." A middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Now we're digging one." Ange pulled out a Partgas cigar, cut it with the extraordinarily old folding knife, took the lighter from Schneider's hand, lit it, and took a hard puff.

It stands to reason that Schneider would never have smoked without a ventilator, but he still carried a lighter with him, as if waiting to light something.

"It's just ruins." The old man in the suit on crutches calmly objected, as old as the old man twisting the beads, so old that he could barely make out his age.

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"It's a ruined ruin, a priceless ruin, Professor Schneider." Ange spread his hands.

"First of all, near the location of the Dragon Tomb, we found a completely dead dragon corpse, which is suspected to be one of the two first species of the battle in the video given by Mr. Gattuso." There was a commotion at the scene, but the school director in Kassel was so weathered that it took almost a dozen seconds to regain his composure.

The old man in the suit clutched his crutches tightly, looked directly at the executive minister and asked, "Is there a keel cross, an active gene, or an egg?" The response was an expected shake of his head, even so, Ange could see the disappointment in the eyes of those old guys, he tapped twice on the operating table, and sent the high-definition pictures to each school director: "We have recovered the Ice Sea Bronze Pillar that was temporarily called, and it is obvious that he played a big role in that Dragon King War." On the top of the picture, the towering bronze pillar of the ice sea was directly inserted into the chest of the dragon corpse, and this extremely rough penetrating wound was enough to make everyone who saw this picture think that it was the cause of the death of the first generation.

"According to ancient records, the first generation of species were all twins, and they could only become complete kings after devouring each other." The fifteen or sixteen-year-old blonde girl forcibly tightened her serious face and spoke.

"Dragons can devour each other to gain greater power, even against dragons who are not twins." By the time she awoke from her slumber with a black veil, the environment had changed from a snowy place to a private sanatorium on the outskirts of Paris.

"Can we determine the name of this dragon corpse?" The middle-aged man is outspoken.

"It's all guessed, isn't it?" Ange exhaled the cigar smoke that had been inhaled into his lungs, and even passing the cigar smoke through his lungs would not be too strong a stimulus to the body of a top-level half-breeder, but he was reluctant to try the alchemy-cultivated dragon addiction grass, so he adopted this method, and when the smoke came out of his mouth, his face was hazy, and even the words he said were psychedelic.

"The White King." Frost Gattuso softly spat out a word that carried a lot of weight.

"That's right," Ange snapped his fingers, "Our Mentor Flamel relented to me half a day ago, and that bronze pillar was the torture instrument that the Black King crucified her in the sea of ice after the White King's rebellion ended. ”

"So thousands of years later, the torture instrument still found the resuscitated sinner, and executed her according to the order of the Black Emperor, the power of that emperor is really terrifying." The old man of Buddha beads let out a long sigh.

"We all have information about this strange sight," the old man in the suit called up a picture, which was the black and white sun on the ground: "Just like the candle dragon is mostly under the crown of bronze and fire, it is difficult for people to think of this desperate supreme in these two distinct colors." ”

"So the key is the victorious dragon king." The blonde girl glanced at the butler behind her with a sneaky look in her eyes and spoke.

"We all know that it can't be the Supreme." The middle-aged man smiled wryly and said, "Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to hold a meeting here safely." ”

"Compared to the four great monarchs, the black emperor only exists in legends and classics," Yin Lizabeth said slowly, "and we can only imagine her abilities through those artistic descriptions." ”

"Maybe one day we'll find out that it's not artistic, it's not even as good as that." Ange habitually made unfunny jokes, and the scene suddenly fell silent, a dark cloud hung over everyone's heads, and a dragon king who had hidden and reached the first rank undoubtedly dealt a severe blow to the exuberant desire for control of these powerful people.

"What about the witnesses?" Frost asked solemnly.

"There are many half-breeds of the executive commissioner and the Laurent family who witnessed the two dragon kings, and only a few are still in good health, and the aftermath of the dragon king's battle can be regarded as a threat to our lives." Schneider smiled sarcastically: "This is the image that our profiler derives from the description." "The white dragon that was slain by the bronze pillar, and a bone dragon?

This is not DNF's game world.

"At present, there is no record of this life form in the information we have about the dragons." Ange raised his tortoiseshell eyes, "Mentor Flamel has given me a relatively reasonable explanation. He opened another picture, which was a ruin: "The second fortune we have obtained is this ruin made of dragon bones, and these sufficient dragon bones will be excellent alchemical materials, although a large part of them have been damaged in the aftermath of the dragon king, but they are also more than the dragon bones we have acquired in the last hundred years combined." ”

"Mentor Flamel believes that the living spirits in the Ice Sea Bronze Pillar have constructed the body of the bone dragon through these dragon bones, and with the power left by the Black King, he has released the White King killed by the Ultimate Word Spirit, which is the most reasonable explanation I have received so far, of course, it is only an explanation." Ange lifted the cigar in his hand, and he was right

"Erudite" mentor salutes.

"We can put this speculation aside, Angers." Frost asked with extreme seriousness, "I would like to know the student who applied to invoke the Ice Sea Bronze Pillar, the disciple of Mentor Flammel. ”

"How is he now?"