Vol 6 Chapter 7

The emerald green eyes reflected a thin golden trail falling into the horizon, the forest was windy, the shadows of the forest canopy surged in the distance, and the leaves were flying.

The leaves of March Laurel fell onto the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

The light dripped into the hall, and the marble columns shone brightly.

Ellanta looked at all this quietly, and left and right looked at their sage lords quietly, which seemed to dimly indicate the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly came down from the steps. The hem of the silk robe spread across the marble floor. She turned around and said to Her Majesty the Two Popes of Faenza:

"Two majesties, it's time. The prophecy in the past is at this moment. Maybe we will destroy it or the world will be born again, but mortals will finally have the power to decide."

The sage stunned slightly, saying, "Please, two majesties, help me."

"This is my duty," the former pope quickly responded, "please rest assured that the empire will always follow the will of Lord Faenzan, Lord Sage."

The current Pope also added: "The envoy is already on the road, Lord Sage," but he was a little suspicious: "But I worry about the wind elves."

"They'll agree. They have a thousand-year king at this moment." Elranta smiled softly, as if thinking of an old friend.

She turned around and walked out of the terrace, where the strong wind pulled her robe. There seemed to be an invisible door outside the terrace. When she entered the door, her figure gradually faded.

Then gradually disappeared.

In many parts of the Wilderness of the Four Realms and the Starry Forest, the disaster completely changed the elegant and calm attitude of life of the indigenous people here.

A meteorite fell on Quirins, destroying half of the royal court that the Wind Elves were proud of, and the whole city fell into a hell-like scene, and the cry rang through the sky.

Look into the darkness in the distance from the highest point of the Xingyue Temple. The city is full of stars and flares and thick plumes of smoke.

The elves looked at this scene solemnly.

But after the wind standing in front of the twelve-pillar hall, St. Osor looked calm. Twenty-four knights stood quietly beside her, and the hunter and his sister were a little cramped in the elves' costumes and followed the other side until Today they are not accustomed to clothing that these elves consider decent but somewhat overly complicated.

The Coronal King of the elves followed these people with some sincerity and fear, but was unwilling, but helpless, he only heard the Lord Sage speak with a firm tone to the envoys not far away:

"The Wind Elves will ally with the Fazan."

"My lord." The envoy's voice was a little hesitant. He never dreamed that he would meet a sage, how glorious, the most noble existence in a thousand years. "I will convey every word of you completely," he replied respectfully.

The elder sister nodded her head: "Go back and prepare your emperor for war, this war may determine the fate of all of us"

Her voice disappeared with the wind, as if wandering from above the forest to farther places, where mountains and rivers, plains and lakes, crossed the strait. Crossing the peninsula that burst into the raging waves of thousands of miles, with the seasonal wind named "Green", along the current, came to a place called Rosal.

Here the wind screams all year round. The rolled sand and stones pass through the canyon, innumerable weird pillars are carved in the sand, and in the huge and weird palaces on the cliff, dragon shadows fly. In one of the hundreds of palace palaces, a young golden dragon was resting his chin on the windowsill. Boredom looking at this scene.

"Aloz!" The elder's voice came from the door.

The little mother dragon grabbed a gold cup and threw it out. There was a tinkling sound outside the hall, and the elder's voice became furious: "Damn, you attack the members of the Senate again. If you continue, you will not be an adult. Aloz! "

"Here's yours." Aloz slid his lips away. The huge body was transformed into a human body in a burst of golden light. She fiddled with her huge curly hair with her hands, and her golden pupils were full of boring colors.

She has been held for months.

"How dare you bribe members of the Senate!"

"Don't come back."

"Then I accept it, I just want to tell you that even accepting bribes, even in the Dragons ... Oh my god, you threw my beloved gold cup. If I read correctly, this is Otto Er World's collection ... "the voice outside the door cried out in fuss.

An old man with a white beard dragged on the ground came in holding the gold cup. He walked and stroked a pit in the gold cup, booing endlessly.

"I have good news for you, Aroz."

"You have to tell me first, what's going on with this mess?"

"I don't know. Maybe Lord Winrose is calling the Dragon Council." The old man looked around, "Where is Frofa?"

"She was angry with me, and I gave her earrings to a mortal."

"Oh." The old man replied indifferently, the relationship between the dragons was very chaotic, otherwise there would not be so many dragons in this world: "You are an adult, Aloz."

"what did you say!"

Little Mother Long almost thought that she had heard it wrong, and then screamed and jumped up and down. She rushed forward like a whirlwind, holding the latter's white beard excitedly, and asked loudly:

"What's the matter, you say it again?"

"Oh my God, let go!" The old man shouted angrily. He reached for a shot, and Aloz flew out like a cannonball, knocking a palace wall against it. She managed to crawl back out of the dust, and looked at the old man with a shameless face, and stuck out her tongue.

"What the **** is going on, Lord Toulworth?"

"All the temples suddenly received Bahamut's will. From today on, the young generation of dragons have grown up directly, and when you hold the ceremony, you will feel the ancient will directly."

Aloz's golden pupils lit up: "The gods are back?"

"That's not true. I don't know if this Xuyi came back from outside the elemental boundary, or whether it was left before. The sacrifices have been fried, and they are investigating." The old man replied.

Come, is there a war? "

The latter nodded.

Aloz raised his head. Looking out the window, the shadow of the dragon was passing above the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice is echoing:

"Go to Cruz!"

...

Brando, Freya, where are you ...?

A slightly scared, subtle voice flashed from Gwendolyn's heart, and the dragon queen stopped. Turning back suddenly, he looked with doubt at the whole street behind him, the flames were burning, the flames came out from all the windows and doors, Mars rose, and flew in the thick smoke.

From time to time, the sound of buildings collapsing came from creaks, but the subtle sound seemed to be an illusion and never appeared again. She narrowed her eyes, and the pavement shone brightly in the eyes. As if all the water had been evaporated from the soil, high-temperature air flows across the street, and the air seemed to be distorted, forming sparkling ripples.

The high temperature did not make Gwendolyn feel uncomfortable. Humans often rumored that dragons lived in volcanoes, because dragons flew in the sky and burned everything they passed by. This is a theory that although scholars think that Full of low-level fallacies. But it is also harmless.

Ice and fire, gas and ground. For mortals, the extreme elemental environment dragons can draw nutrients from it, so people often find their shadows in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains, which leads to misunderstandings like this. An adult dragon like Gwendolyn wouldn't be a big deal, even if he rolled in the magma.

of course. They don't do that unless their minds are burned.

In fact, the dragons are also pursuing a comfortable and excellent living environment, just like the pursuit of wealth. In comparison, their ecology is more similar to the merchants of Morrill, greedy and selfish, and eager to enjoy themselves.

A dragon like Gwendolyn. It can be regarded as an alternative in the dragon group.

Just like the same kind of people do not understand why they want to run around all day long, the dragons often run for one reason, which is to blackmail the princess of a kingdom and blackmail the treasure house of the king.

Gwendolyn's eyes searched every corner carefully. She is a meticulous person or a careful dragon. For many years, the habits of life have developed this kind of carefulness but still nothing.

"illusion?"

The dragon Queen frowned and retracted his gaze to look at the square ahead. It was December Square.

This square was designed and built in the year of glorious return. The designer was the dwarf giant Horzos. Steel Axe. Of course, this square has undergone thousands of years of change and reconstruction. At this moment, the designer himself climbed out of his tomb. At this point, you may not recognize your masterpiece.

Not to mention the square at this moment, even if the street guards from the previous day came here, they may not recognize it.

On the square is a blood-red land, just like the hills and basins that Gwendolyn saw in Billord. The soil is enriched with certain metal elements, and the land appears bright red.

However, the land cracked in high temperature, like a dry field, and the dragon queen walked slowly on the cracked blood pupa, making a crackling sound like clicking on a broken bone.

The statue of Duke the Knight Duke completely collapsed from the base. The stone sculpture was lying in the middle of the square with its skull and a left arm beside the fountain. The torso and lower body were lying in the center of the square. The war horse was lying at the bottom of the dry pool. A long sword was still clenched in his right hand, and the point of the sword pointed to a charred bone not far away.

Gwendolyn walked across the square to the bone, and saw the tree pendant hanging from the skull's neck and tore it off with her hand.

At this time, the skeleton was slightly moved, the upper and lower jaws were shaking, and the scorched vocal cords made a husky and faint sound.

"Save me ... sir, save me."

"Did the ceremony succeed?"

"Successful ... Lord, save me."

Gwendolyn turned back, and the blood pattern on the center of the square was swirling. The charred body surrounded the center of the swirl. She saw several footprints and left to the northeast.

"You did a good job."

"Save me ... sir."

Gwendolyn smiled and put his hand on his head. "No ..." The charred man screamed unwillingly.

"Why be afraid, death is the best salvation."

"Why ... Master?" The latter stunned in horror.

Gwendolyn's golden erect pupil looked at him with pity: "No one will die in vain, and the dead need justice."

"No ... you will go to **** too!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The dragon queen silently dropped the bishop's body. "Yes, I will go to hell, too soon," she replied softly.

But everything is worth it.

She turned her head and looked at the sea of ​​flames dancing wildly, as if she saw the quiet, confident figure from the flames, and the figure watched her silently through the light.

"Sorry, we have no choice but this is the fate of this world."

Gwendolyn sighed.

The length of time makes life itself meaningless. For the existence of eternal life, feelings seem to be weak. Only the eternal goal at the end of the long road attracts their attention.

She has seen many mortals. The short life of a mortal in her eyes is only the time of a finger, which exists in death, just a blink of an eye.

She remembered more or less, but the feeling of sympathy had long since disappeared.

But there is always some kindness and simplicity that always move people's hearts.

If you can

But unfortunately, she can't give up all of this for anyone. When she inherited this **** inheritance from her predecessors, she knew this already.

She must be responsible for everyone who has sacrificed for thousands of years, even if they may not be willing, but it does not matter.

If the shepherds succeed, everything is valuable.

She left the bishop who had no interest, turned around, and walked towards the northeast, and soon found the body of a giant wolf in the sea of ​​fire.

It was a son of Fenrir.

But the latter had been ripped open, his internal organs had flowed, and half of the street was filled with the stinky blood of this beast. The dragon later came to the corpse, squatted down, stretched out his hand and drew it in his stomach for a long time, and then retracted the **** hand.

"No heart."

She nodded with satisfaction.

But the action suddenly froze.

"Brando, Freya, where are you ...?"

A slightly scared, subtle voice asked in her mind.

"Who?"

The dragon queen stood up and looked around with vigilant eyes. The sea of ​​fire cracked around the square, but no one answered her question.

There was no sound except the sound of burning.

But at this time, the voice sounded again, nothingness, like a ghost sobbing.

"Brando, Freya, where you are, I'm so scared ...?"

... (to be continued ...)