"Old Jack, do you have any other stories to tell today?"

In the Wine and Poetry Tavern in Polk Town, a group of people gathered around the tavern counter with great interest, and a pair of curious eyes eagerly watched the tavern owner standing behind the counter.

However, in the face of everyone's eager eyes, Old Jack still slowly wiped the glass in his hand with a white cloth, obviously he was used to this meeting.

Because the counter is too lively, even the new guests can't help but look here, wondering if there is a dancer from the Western Regions here, but it is not strange to see that the bearded old Jack is surrounded by him, and even hurriedly find a nearby position to sit and wait for the good show below.

In addition to men and women, young and old, the guests in this tavern also have different costumes.

Some wore armor and swords around their waists, some wore robes and carried wooden staffs, and some wore only simple cloth clothes...... Maybe they don't know each other, but now they're toasting each other as strangers, like friends and family.

Since the tavern owner Old Jack wants to tell a story, they all sit around the counter when they are noisy on weekdays, and if there is no place, they order a glass of signature Pok honey according to the rules and go to the nearby wine table to sit at the table, so as not to interfere with the ordering of others.

"I've just finished telling the story of 'Money Rat and White Laurel', what else do you want to hear?"

Old Jack, who was as strong as a tower, spoke in a voice like a bell. Even if he can hear his voice clearly when he sits far away, he doesn't feel harsh when he sits close, but because of Old Jack's clear and vicissitudes of voice, he will be more immersed in Old Jack's story.

An ordinary townsman sitting on a high stool at the counter raised his hand and said:

"What about the story of the chief knight and the king of demons? The two of them kissed, and then what? I was called back by my wife last time, and I didn't finish listening to it!"

"Hey, we've heard that, and your ears are still red? ”

I don't know who said this, but the whole house burst into laughter.

The townsman blushed and defended unwillingly: "Oh! ”

Someone smiled and asked, "Your flower cat can twist its ears?"

"My cat can also screw the bottle cap!"

As soon as the words fell, the townsfolk suddenly felt an extremely familiar gaze at the door of the tavern, and saw a young woman holding a child in her spare eye, and immediately woke up most of the time, and hurriedly shouted:

"Hey! Not only can she screw the bottle cap, stir-fry the vegetables, and take the baby! ”

"Don't be poor! Get out of here and work!"

The woman walked towards the weak-hearted townsman with a menace, and the surrounding guests all made a debut with interest, and then laughed at how the woman skillfully twisted the man's ears and dragged him from the position that everyone longed for.

"Don't gamble, come here to listen to the story instead, it's really yours!"

With that, the woman dragged her man out of the tavern.

The room was silent, and the vacant spot was taken by an elven ranger with a bow and arrow, but somehow the whole tavern remained silent, and at last Old Jack broke the silence and said:

"Alright, then I'll tell a new story!"

Old Jack apparently had a good idea, and he added:

"A brand new story that you haven't heard before. ”

"What's the story? Old Jack. ”

Everyone was curious, and it was clear that Old Jack would rarely say that about a story.

Old Jack was not in a hurry to answer, but asked, "Do you know Bahamut, the dragon of goodness?"

"The Platinum Dragon King? He's the patron saint of humanity! I've heard a lot of his story. ”

The people were talking about it, and judging by the reactions, it was clear that this name was not only heard of by the townspeople of Polk, but also by adventurers from all over the world.

"Yes, we've all heard it, isn't there still that song "Dragon of the North Wind"? Fries, can you play it?"

A female adventurer in leather armor with a scimitar at her waist leads the conversation to a brown-haired young man sitting in a corner.

Realizing that he was becoming the center of attention, the humble young man triumphantly played with the xylophone in his arms and said:

"Of course! This is a compulsory repertoire at the School of Music. ”

Old Jack looked at the young musician and said:

"Very well, Fries. Now please play "The Dragon of the North Wind", if you play well, you will be free of money for wine and dinner today. ”

"Okay!"

Old Jack never broke his word.

Faced with the reward of being able to eat and drink for nothing, Fries happily moved the bench, crossed Erlang's legs, and put the xylophone in his arms on the raised thigh, and began to play the soothing and somewhat joyful opening song of "Dragon of the North Wind".

"Well, I'm going to tell you about a Platinum Dragon King unlike any version you've ever heard before. ”

Amid the poet's melodious lyre, the noisy tavern calmed down, and the people shut their mouths, and although they remained quiet, the slightly trembling glasses in their hands betrayed their excitement.

In a few moments, the tavern filled with the aroma of honey wine was left with the sound of the poet's harp and the sonorous words of old Jack.

"I heard this story from a down-and-out young poet, and I was so moved by it that I would like to share it with you today. ”

At this time, Old Jack put down the polished wine glass in his hand, looked around at the people in the tavern, and said:

"Without further ado, let's story... Let's get started!"

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May I ask you, who were born in the great and magical continent of Pomta, have you ever thought about such a question in your childhood full of fantasy:

If there really was an end to the vast expanse of the earth, what would it look like?

When it comes to the end of the world, adults will always say that it is an endless sea, but this answer is boring and monotonous, and there is no story to tell.

But in the oldest legend of Noah, the end of the world is described as follows:

It was a land forgotten by the gods, the crimson earth was barren, and the gloomy sky was lightning and thunder.

At the end of the world, a volcano stands in the sky, and the sun that hangs high above the canopy at the end of each day falls into the crater that spews lava and turns into molten lava.

At the same time, a new, weak sun will be born here, which will slowly rise into the canopy and illuminate the stars, at which point it will be called the moon.

Over time, the power of the moon grows and gradually illuminates everything in the world, and then it becomes the "day", which is the sun we see during the day.

Eventually, it will burn up all its strength and crash into the volcano of the End of the World again.

And so on, and the world has day and night.

This volcano is also known as the "Mountain of the End".

Legend has it that an immortal warrior attempted to climb the mountain, and he prayed to the gods to grant him the power to resist the mountain's fiery power, which can easily turn steel into juice.

God promised, and with divine power, he embarked on this almost whimsical journey.

But qualifying for the climb is only the first step in the journey.

In the following journey, the brave man spent thousands of years to climb the huge mountain of the end, and the brave man who had worked hard to climb the mountain of the end saw an endless abyss on the other side of the mountain.

This abyss, which has no edge and no bottom, on the other side of the mountain of the end, is the real end of the world.

This immortal brave man was so shocked and excited that he accidentally fell into it, and he was lost in this bottomless abyss, and finally fell into eternal sleep......

Of course, this is not just a legend, the Mountain of the End is real.

Although the sun did not set there, the moon did not rise there, and the outrageous brave man probably did not exist, as the legend describes, no living creature in this world could make it there alive.

The vast stretch of land is a hot, lifeless red sand, and the few creatures that can survive in this harsh environment are terrifying monsters that attack all outsiders who set foot in it.

Even if someone put on wings and leap over countless obstacles to reach the Mountain of End, the molten lava gushing from the mountain can burn him to ashes, so the abyss that represents the end of the world is actually not verified by anyone's own eyes.

However, none of the myths and legends have ever described the interior of the Mountain, and even the most absurd legends do not seem to dare to describe the events here.

Now let's use the Vision to see what the most mysterious place in this world is like.

The summit of Mount End, the extreme point of the End, is not just a huge crater, it is also known as the world's deepest well, the "Well of the End", which is filled with magma that can incinerate everything to ashes.

So this is not only a terrifying lava purgatory, but also a well-deserved forbidden area for life.

But in this place where there should be no living creatures, thirteen humanoids with huge scythe-shaped weapons in their hands walked on the edge of the magma with extremely slow steps.

In fact, it is not appropriate to say that it is walking, these "people" are floating in the air, and do not step on these churning magma. But the mere fact that they can endure high temperatures that melt the bedrock that supports the world is enough to break the world's conventional wisdom.

Of course, they are not normal life, these monsters do not have a piece of flesh and blood on their bodies, only gray and shriveled skin clinging to the humanoid skeleton more than ten meters high, and there is no record of any haunting in other places on the continent.

They also each possess a scythe weapon made from the backbone of an unknown creature, which is clearly not your average monster.

Indeed, they share a common name - "The Extraditions", who are the legendary death messengers who ask for the soul of the Grim Reaper.

The Grim Reaper bestows the life of the extradited people to immortality, and at the same time gives them the Scythe of Death that can slaughter the common people, and is the most powerful subordinate of the Grim Reaper.

These extradition people in the Well of the End wander here day after day, year after year, tirelessly and untirelessly.

A pair of hollow, dead gray eyes stared at the magma that was supposed to extinguish all life, as if there was something beneath the hot magma that needed to be kept vigilant.

Suddenly, these terrifying magma boiled violently, and it turned out that the Mountain of Descent was about to vent its anger to the world again.

Accustomed to extradition, the extradition began to move closer to the edge, after all, even as undead creatures, they would be miserable if they were directly contaminated with the lava.

However, fierce breaths are hidden in the lava, and the owners of these breaths are trying to hide themselves.

But these seemingly clumsy and dull extradition people's perception is actually extremely keen, and they sense the slightest unusual atmosphere, so they invariably clench the bone sickle in their thin hands, and their lifeless eyes burst into clumps of beating black flames, staring at the raging magma.

"Roar!!"

Realizing that their actions had been exposed, the beings hidden beneath the lava delivered a long-awaited thunderous blow to the gathering extraditions.

And they are dragons, ancient dragons that have disappeared from the world for thousands of years.

In the eyes of these dragons tens of meters long, the seemingly tall extraditionists were also very thin, they spewed out terrifying dragon breath, and roared dragon magic from their mouths that was enough to cause the earth to shake, engulfing the thirteen extraditers in an instant.

They then didn't care whether the extraditionists had been torn to shreds by the waves of magic that caused the space to collapse, or burned to ashes by the surging magma, and rushed straight to the exit of the Well of the End with the heat wave of the eruption.

Boom, Boom, Boom......

A shrill and eerie laugh rang from the lava below, casting chills over the blazing Well of the End.

The thirteen extraditreists had rushed out of the magma intact, now covered in black mist, grinning their big mouths and laughing horribly.

The clumsy body just now became like a ghost, and in an instant, it appeared next to these dragons who had already flown some distance.

"Roar!"

The dragons, who had been approached by these terrible messengers of death, wanted to fight back for defense, and in the face of the claws that broke through the sky and the tail of the dragon that could easily sweep away the boulder, the thirteen extraditreists simply laughed and waved their bone scythes without dodging.

Under the scythe of death, a dragon with a set of sturdy lava armor attached to its head was sliced open by the scythe, and the supposedly indestructible keel was cut by the scythe like fragile glass.

In a few moments, the dragon, whose wings and body had been cut into several pieces, roared in grief and fell into the rising magma below.

Without the protection of lava armor, the badly injured dragons were immediately melted by the heat.

However, the extradition people were still laughing madly, and they continued to frantically swing the bone scythes in their hands at the remaining dragons.

The dragons' counterattacks seemed to be unable to do them the slightest damage, but the extradition people's attacks were stabbing to the bone, and no matter how the dragons who were close to the extradition resisted, they could only be consumed by the flames in the end.

The extradition person will teleport to the next dragon after killing the dragon in front of him, wielding a scythe like a hard-working farmer harvesting wheat, and these messengers of death will reap the lives of these ancient dragons who are trying to escape from the "Well of the End".

However, there were still several unusually large dragons among the dragons that flew near the mouth of the well, and as the elders of the dragon clan, they did not look back to help their people, apparently knowing that any attempt to defeat the ferryman would be futile.

However, if the goal is only to hold back these undead guards, it is not impossible.

Under the protection of dozens of prime-aged dragons with their bodies and lives, the four-headed dragon elders finally rushed to the mouth of the well, and the free sky was in front of them.

However, they could not continue to rise, and the huge "wellhead" had a "manhole cover" seal composed of countless mantra runes, and although it was imperceptible to the naked eye, it had a terrifying binding force that made it impossible for the dragon to fly.

The maniacal laughter of the extradition people grew louder and louder, and a bruised dragon continued to fall into the magma, scorching their skin and flesh from the heat, and only the pieces of dragon bones that had been baked jade by the heat were still fluttering on the magma.

"Roar!!"

Seeing that the other dragons had fallen, two of the dragon elders rushed towards the messengers of death, and the invincible scythe in the hands of the extradilist finally showed signs of sluggishness in breaking through their scale armor.

The other two elder dragons kept releasing dragon magic through roaring, trying to break the seal of the exit.

However, before the exit could be opened, the two dragon elders who were fighting against the thirteen extradited people had reached their limit, their massive bodies with hundreds of knife cuts, and the extradition people concentrated on destroying their wings and lava armor, intending to make them fall into the molten lava with the young dragons before them.

"Quintu, Aulon, you must leave with the hope of our people!"

The two dragon elders roared angrily, and the blood from their bodies burst out from countless wounds, and then splashed on these immortal death guards, and the extradition people who were stuck by the sticky dragon blood of the elders temporarily lost their ability to teleport and could not move to the two dragon elders at the mouth of the well.

"Our dragons will eventually return to the world!

In the midst of two dragon roars that resounded throughout the Well of Finality, two dragon elders who had existed for tens of thousands of years detonated themselves.

Under such a terrifying impact, the magma that had been gushing up dropped a few points. None of the thirteen extraditretes escaped the blast, and they were all swallowed up by the raging energy storm, and their bodies covered in dragon blood were also churned into powder.

However, there were still two extraditers who had not been destroyed, and even though their bodies were mostly mutilated, they still rushed towards the two dragon elders who were about to lift the ban.

Just as the Scythe of Death was about to slit the throats of the two elders, a huge pillar of light suddenly erupted from the surging magma underneath, and the two extradition men only had time to stab the scythe in their hands into the backs of the two elders before being engulfed by the pillar of light.

The scythe piercing the back caused the two dragons to let out a painful roar, and the dragon magic that was being cast was also interrupted, but under the impact of the pillar of light, the already fragile seal of the wellhead was also completely broken.

"Roar!!"

With the roar of the dragon resounding through the sky, the two dragon elders flapped their wings before the molten lava erupted from the mountain pass, and flew away from the terrifying cage in the howling wind.

And beneath the earth-thick magma of the Well of the End, there was a dragon so large that it could not see the edge at a glance, and it looked up at the blazing magma above its head and roared:

"The world of chaos is coming to an end, and the new world will be divided between light and darkness. ”

"Ragnarok is coming, and the self-proclaimed Er will taste the pain of our people. ”

However, the response to this proud dragon king was a thunderbolt in the sky, and it seemed that the supreme beings were very disdainful of its prophecies.

The dead dragons were completely gone when the lava receded, and the thirteen extraditreous men, who were supposed to be reduced to powder, reappeared on the calm lava, continuing to carry the giant bone scythe, and continue to wander aimlessly in the forbidden area.

It was as if nothing had ever happened, and even the seal of countless mantras at the mouth of the well was intact as if it had never been touched.

The two dragon elders who had managed to escape from the Well of the End soared in the long-lost sky, but there was no joy in their eyes.

After they carefully moved their tongues, turned out the dragon eggs that were pressed under their tongues, and confirmed that the two dragon eggs engraved with dragon inscriptions were not damaged in the slightest, the moist eyes of the two old dragons were full of relief.

I don't know how long it flew, but exhaustion and sleepiness came flooding in, and one dragon suddenly fell, and the other, which had lost its companion, also fell on the long road after holding on for a while.

The two dragons who escaped from their cages did not survive, and the scythe of death stabbed on their backs drained their life force, and combined with the non-stop, sleepless flight around the clock, they eventually turned into two incredibly huge corpses.

But their mission was accomplished, and the two dragon eggs, which represented the hope of the ancient dragons, successfully left the end of the world and came into this world.

And the story about these two dragon eggs begins......

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