The white dragon flew into the belly of the mountain, and the mountain road turned around, revealing an open field.

The shape of the wide field is very unique, like a platform left behind by the flattening of a mountain peak, and a crude building is built on the platform, which seems to have been built in a hurry.

However, some of the broken walls and stone pillars that occasionally reveal a smell of antiquity and decay.

Many of the crude buildings are built on these old walls with local materials, and it is impossible to marvel at the corners cut by the builders.

It is estimated that the Searles also did not have the cultural spirit of repairing ancient buildings.

Behind this platform, there was a deep fog, and the clouds seemed to envelop several mountain peaks, and from a distance, a sense of desolation floated from the depths of the mind, as if an ancient power lurked in it.

Most of the guards walking back and forth were sluggish-looking, and the few soldiers who looked sober were all well-equipped soldiers who had undergone rigorous training at a glance, and most of these ranks carried a low-key black-robed man, judging by the attitude shown by the different black-robed people when they met, although they were also dressed in black, their status was different.

The white dragon landed on the platform on the top of a stone tower, and the black-robed man jumped off the white dragon and loosened the reins, and the white dragon immediately let out a low roar and spread its wings and flew away, and the black-robed man lowered his hood, revealing a bald head with a tattoo.

"My lord, Dilmore is dead. He walked into the tower, and there stood a tall black-robed old man inside, and he was not polite, but opened his mouth to report the matter.

"Dead?" The old man looked back at the black-robed man, "How could he be dead?"

"Judging by his death, there must have been an intruder entering here. The black-robed man said respectfully.

"Then why aren't you starting the search now?"

"I've ordered my men to search for themselves. ”

"No, no, no. The black-robed old man shook his head again and again: "Since that fool in Anterunz lost Saban Harbor, there have been more and more spies in the mountains recently, if you don't pay attention, everyone will know about things here sooner or later, so we have to step up our vigilance and protect the secrets here, you notify a few other people, pay close attention to all the people who come and go here, as long as you encounter something suspicious, don't ask for the way to come, kill it directly." ”

"Yes. The black-robed man nodded and walked out, the old man frowned, walked into the room, issued some orders through a visible mirror, and after a while, more than a dozen white dragons, large or small, carrying the black-robed mage, flew out of the dense fog and began to patrol around the cottage.

At the edge of the dense fog, where it was difficult for ordinary people to see, a mage tower was floating in mid-air under the traction of several dense fogs and huge rune chains drawn from the mountains, and two red-robed mages in bright red were standing there, watching these white dragons fly out of the dense fog, their expressions did not fluctuate, they just stared at the depths of the dense fog, it seemed that only there was where they paid attention.

The middle-aged mage on the left has a gloomy and deep face, while the one on the right is slightly shorter and handsome.

The red robes on the whole body did not have the slightest variegation, and they turned out to be acquaintances.

"Lauzorel, is Odyssilon really going to take out the Prayer Scroll to take back Lifal's life?" Neveron furrowed his eyebrows as he asked Lauzorel, as if he was incredulous by what he was asking, "As far as I know, there are only a few of these things left in Odyssilon's treasury. ”

Most red-robed mages don't use the extremely dangerous magic of prayer on their own, but it's different with scrolls, these scrolls are either relics left by the ancestors before their deaths, or loot snatched from other mages in the multiverse, although there are still troubles to use, but if the casting skills are clever enough, it can indeed reduce many drawbacks, at least in the eyes of the red-robed mages.

However, it was not much less difficult to get hold of such a thing than to perform a prayer spell himself, so there were not a few Prayer scrolls in the whole of Serge, as Laurzorell replied to Neveron: "How many? Hmm, should I tell you that this is the only Wish Scroll left by Odyssilon?"

"Although it is not commensurate with the status. Neveron frowned again and shook his head disapprerovingly: "But I don't think it's worth it." ”

What a prayer technique can do is indeed more than just resurrecting a person from the void, and it may not be successful.

"Besides, how do you know if that poor boy of Lifar has even lost his soul, and if so, then this prayer spell can only make a replica doll. Neveron stated the facts, as if accusing him of how unwise it was to use a prayer scroll like this.

In response to the allies' inquiries, Laurzorell just spread his hands: "Nyze thinks it's worth it, then of course I have no reason to object, anyway, this scroll will have to be used sooner or later, if you don't use it this time, maybe it will be even more wasteful when you use it next time." ”

"I have to say that there is some truth to your idea. Neveron shrugged, wishing for the dense fog in the mountains, and decided not to talk about the topic anymore: "Hmm, all the white dragon eggs dug up in the ruins have hatched?"

"Except for a few who died young...... It's just that the dragons that hatched according to the method left by the ruins have some problems with their intelligence. A voice sounded behind the two, the tone of the voice was low, and it was not pleasant, it seemed to come abruptly, it seemed a little rude, but Neveron and Lauzorel did not have a look of displeasure on their faces, but turned to look at the old man with long white curly hair who spoke:

"Mr. Anjost, perhaps we should really be glad that you and the gentleman behind you are willing to help us. Neveron smiled, but this smile still looked a little gloomy: "Without your help, we would not be able to put into practice the technology of incubating and cultivating dragons in the ancient empire. ”

"You don't have to be too grateful, we just take what we need. The eyelids of this Mr. Anjost turned upwards as he spoke, as if by nature there was some indifference in his eyes, and when he looked closely, his complexion was also very strange—a dark blue luster seeped from the surface of his skin, and even more surprising were the presence of several blue crystals under his neck, gray in color, like the scales of a withered and old fish, only slightly wider: "My master is also pleased that you are willing to give away all the things in the ruins that interest us. ”

"It's just a small thing. Neveron smiled, "As long as you are willing to support us in future plans, it is enough." ”

"Of course, Your Excellency has shown that you are indeed trustworthy allies. An Ruosi nodded, his expression was still arrogant, and his expression suddenly moved: "Wait, the latest experiment is about to be born, I have to go over and have a look as soon as possible, I am not with you." ”

"I don't send it. Neveron nodded, and Anjost's body flickered before disappearing in place.

"I hate them, Neveron. After the man disappeared, Laurzorel's expression twisted for a moment, as if he felt a little sick to his stomach: "The smell of this half-dead guy is disgusting. ”

"There are quite a few people under your command who smell like this. Neveron glanced at Lauzorrell, reminding his ally Ser that the red-robed mages weren't all alive, especially the high-ranking ones.

"Maybe they don't dare to look at me with a look like this guy. Lauzorel snorted, "My dear friend, you don't know how desperately I want to throw a big shot at his face every time I see his face." ”

"Alright, alright, Laurzorel. Neveron said in a sighing tone, "We need their help." ”

"Help, they do have a lot of great guys, but I feel like you're using that humility in such an organization...... It's really ......" Laurcherel twitched: "Maybe this assessment sounds a bit harsh, but I still have to say it...... Neveron, you're a bit of a bargain, we're legendary mages, and the power that everyone has at their disposal isn't under their head. ”

The corners of Neveron's mouth twitched visibly, and in the end, he could only be helpless about Lauzorel's evaluation:

"Perhaps, but in such a deal, the benefits of lowering your profile are inexhaustible, and the longer you live, Laurturier, you will know that dignity does not depend on these details. ”

"Perhaps. Laurturel snorted.

The chief was arrogant.

"We need them on our side, at least for our plans, their power is crucial, and ......" Neveron stared at the fog like a rock, "We can't let them be on that man's side, you know, in their eyes, we are not rich compared to that guy." ”

"Well, yes, but we're nearing the end of the plan. Laurzorell furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes, showing an elegant demeanor that matched his handsome face: "Let's end quickly, there are more and more fresh faces here, and we have squeezed enough out of this place, and it would be good to leave some residue for other fools to fight over." ”

"Enough good?" Neveron pursed his lips, and the look on his nodding expression was a little absent-minded, "Maybe, I hope it will be over soon, too." ”

"It's time to finish. Lauzorel muttered a repeat, and for some reason his eyes glanced to the north, then fell back into the thick fog, and repeated in his mouth: "It should indeed be over." ”

Swarms of white dragons flew around the valley, and Penny wore a hood over his head, secretly sighing at the mystery of what was hidden in this platform, and in that bottomless fog, bursts of hidden power were transmitted to the Patyak Hub, and at the same time, Panny could clearly perceive that there was indeed something related to the ancient empire hidden inside.

But that's not his primary concern right now.

The gem of the Connecting Ring emitted bursts of heat, and seemed to be getting closer to its target, and Penny was sure that his mentor was within the ruins.

Penny's heart was full of worry, and through the white dragon flying overhead, he knew that this place was definitely not something that an ordinary five-ring mentor could come and go at will.

He was able to get in and out easily, lurking in the shadows thanks to the help of the Patyak Nexus - although others could not perceive him through unnatural perceptions, he could be detected with natural perceptions such as eyes and ears, so proper camouflage was necessary.

He was discreetly hidden in the shadow of a stone-walled shack that was ubiquitous in the base, seemingly a resting place for the soldiers, and he found a black robe to cover it, like the black-robed men everywhere here.

Penny could observe that these black-robed men were of high and low status, some could give orders, and some would be shouted at by some soldiers, from mentors to apprentices.

Being able to confirm that this place was a secret base set up by some people in the country, he kept an eye on what these guys were doing while searching for their mentors.

He saw these people walking around with huge things from time to time, sometimes carrying various potions, and what made Penny even more shocked was that at other times, some soldiers, led by the black-robed mage, pushed huge cage carts down the road out of the high cliff...... Among these cages, there are a number of depressed and thin bodies...... White Dragon ...... Such a strange scene made Penny's eyebrows jump.

And at this moment, there was a grunting sound behind him.

"Hmm, who's there? Wait, I haven't seen this black robe, which master's servant are you?"

Penny's heart cooled for a moment, and when he turned around, he saw a black-robed man silently appearing there, as if he had just finished a short trip.

The moment the black-robed man saw Penny's face, his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Raw face, intruder! guard! guard!!"

Immediately there was a loud noise outside the door.

(To be continued)