"This is ......" Diarlando stood up and looked around, realizing that the room he was in was a place full of mirrors. In addition to the three mirrors that were crushed by himself under him, there were probably at least a few hundred huge mirrors that were five feet long and fifteen feet high.

He reached out and tapped on the mirrors, which were clearer and sturdier than anything he had ever seen. All the mirrors were inserted into slots in the floor that were perfectly dimensioned, one foot apart from the left and right, and five feet from the front and back. It seems to be some kind of array, or some kind of magic item.

The front and back of the mirrors were reflective, so at the moment he felt like he was trapped in a maze of mirrors, but fortunately they were arranged in a regular manner, so Dearlando simply followed the passage between the mirrors all the way to the end, and then went around the wall to find the door to get out.

As a result, when he ran down in a circle, he found that there was not a single door. Although the walls have their own soft light to illuminate everything, like the outer walls, these buildings have no doors or windows.

"Holy, how am I going to get out? Am I going to crash all the way through?" he slammed hard against the wall, then punched it down, but the wall dented inward and wrapped directly around his arm, just like the last time he smashed the wall.

He rolled his eyes helplessly, and then began to tear his throat back to Reseth's scream. Probably this time it was called wrong, nothing opened, but all the mirrors began to glow.

He leaned over curiously to see what was wrong in the mirror. Some black and white snowflakes flashed on the mirror, and then it became a landscape somewhere.

It was a vast sea, blue sky and white clouds. The endless sea is a bit like the Dragonland. But the rhythm of the sea water ups and downs is very fast, and the clouds in the sky are also like watching the flowers, constantly circulating, without stopping for a moment. Above the mirror, there are several characters that are constantly jumping.

Then a bright light streaked across the sky, and what appeared to be a huge flaming fireball. The fireball roared into the sea, causing huge waves and scorching steam. The water vapor floated towards the sky, forming huge mushroom-like clouds that reached the height of several mountains.

The numbers above the mirror jumped faster and faster. The mushroom cloud quickly disappeared. The sea calmed down, and gradually, something came out of the sea - it turned out to be an island. As time went on, the outcrops of the island grew larger and larger. There is also a gradual emergence of some greenery on the island.

Such a scene is no stranger to Dearlando. In the realm of dragons. When the world inside the cultivation ball unfolds in the chaos layer, it is very similar to this. But Dearlando doesn't understand why in this mirror you can see the construction process of a certain dragon realm world?

He jumped curiously. If you slap the characters with your hands, you will find that with each stroke, the characters jump a little faster. But when it's fast enough, it becomes very slow.

"Okay...... I figured it out that it had to be some kind of magic recording device. It seems that someone has recorded the evolution of the worlds in the various dragon realms...... I just don't know where mine is......" he jumped on a mirror, stood on its frame, and looked around, almost all of the mirrors were flashing, but for a while he could find what he wanted.

But this time, when he climbed to the heights, he finally found that in a corner far from him, a door opened. I guess it was triggered by learning Riess's cry just now.

He immediately rushed over, and when he passed through the not very spacious door, his wings stuck on the walls on both sides, and he was tearing painfully.

"Whew! When you get indoors, the wings are really in the way. He flapped his wings in disgust, but he didn't expect them to appear and suddenly disappear again. "Okay...... It's so convenient. Dearlando turned his head to look at his back, and there was nothing left but two large holes in the shoulder blades. When he studied the skills of proficient flying, it would be much more convenient to rush to war in the future, and he was a little proud when he thought of this. Today's hardships are not in vain, and the harvest is really enough.

With a brisk step, he walked up to the passage behind the door. After walking a few steps, I came to a room that extended in all directions. Looking at the entrance, which was completely indistinguishable from the front and back, he scratched his head in annoyance, no wonder the King of Thorns said that this is a labyrinth, once he gets out of this passage, it is estimated that he will not be able to find the original way.

While Deirlando was scurrying around looking for his way, the group had just been released from the transparent jar in the trial hall just now. They saw the grown baby dragon fly straight through the roof, and they also saw that the roof healed again in an instant, as if the damage just now was just everyone's illusion.

The ground was flat again, as if the flames, the acid, the stone blades, and the wind were all gone. They gathered together with trepidation, and then walked together to the spot where Deirlandor had been waiting a moment ago.

The vines that had turned to ashes had now piled up a thick layer of sand on the ground. The spherical expandable chair maintained its shape, with silvery-white blood stains from Dearlando.

The water on the ground and the charred black tissue washed down by the water reminded everyone that nothing that had just happened was an illusion. Zoya hurriedly ran to the place where Dino was held, the tables and chairs were still there, and the clothes were still there, but the teenage version of Diarrando, who had lived with everyone for so long, was gone.

"That kid was split from his body, and it is estimated that he was just recovered. Fayl looked a little sad when he saw Zoya holding the clothes left by Dino, and said what he had guessed in his heart.

Zoya nodded: "Well, I know, I just think it's a little ...... Miss. ”

"What are we going to do now?The dragon has also finished training, can we go back?" The Dreadhorn King looked left and right, the center of gravity of his feet shifting back and forth. He looked a little excited, but also a little scared.

"Alright, how are we going to go, can you lead the way?" Fayl picked up his hand and added a dementor to his voice, ordering the Dreadhorn King to lead the way. He didn't believe what this guy said, and he could conclude from his instincts that this crow that had lost its fur must have hidden a lot of things.

The King of Thorns did not notice for a moment, and then fell into his way. After being stunned for a moment, he said, "Find help, there is a hint." ”

"Okay, you go and find it, and we'll follow you. Seeing that the dementorship had worked, the mage simply took out the hand holding the bronze bone staff from his bosom to enhance the effect of the spell.

When everyone saw this, they all gathered together and followed behind the Dreadhorn King and Fayle to see if this feathered royal family who had mastered the secrets of the ancient times could really bring everyone to a safe place.

The Dreadhorn King swept the hall with a somewhat blank look, then walked over to the wall, tapping his hand on the wall. Just like in the hallway, the color of the place where the fingers touch will be red, and when the contact has been long enough, a neutral magic sound will appear.

After a moment's pause, the language of the magic prompt changed, and some intelligible words and phrases gradually appeared. The two members of the Elven Clan were familiar with that language, which was the ancient language of the Feathered Clan, which meant that the ancestors of the Dreadhorn King had indeed stayed here and had left their own voices.

...... The converter went out to the right, the library went out to the atrium, and the No. 8 passage was selected...... // Everyone listened attentively for a long time, and found that the sound of the prompt was an indication of the direction.

"Ask how I can get to the pier. "It's been a long time since Lovellan's arrival, and it is estimated that the crew members who stayed on the ship will start to get anxious. I'm afraid that they will force their way to the island and cause some trouble, so I want to inform the crew and get some supplies.

But the Dreadhorn King, who was under Fayel's control, did not respond at all to her questioning, but his stomach gurgled and seemed to be hungry. This sound seemed to open some button, and everyone's stomachs screamed one after another. At this time, everyone reacted, and before they knew it, at least half a day had passed. (To be continued......)