Steel steam and flame

The tone of his voice has completely changed. There is an endless feeling of age in the hollow, but it is loud and even full of life. There is just an indescribable feeling of tiredness in it, coming from a far away place. This tiredness has not been alleviated by the distance or any obstacles, but has been made worse by the unfamiliar sights in front of me and the cool air breathed into my body. strong.

I originally thought I would be extremely excited, but knowing that this was only a temporary result, the excitement disappeared along with the fatigue. Stretching out his arms covered with black scales, the air around him stood still for a brief moment. Feeling the world, feeling everything around you, and everything surrounding this world.

Looking for even a hint of familiarity, but all ended in failure. Obviously I knew this would be expected, but the thought in my spirit has not been completely destroyed for a long time.

"Everything has changed. It seems that I have to adapt to this environment. I don't know how many things from that era can still be left. Are the operating rules still the same as before? The restrictions of this world that are constantly weakening are a good thing. Or is it a bad thing? Probably we can only find out when that day comes."

While talking to himself, the speaker looked forward, and his sight seemed to instantly break through the heavy fog in front of him, directly taking in all the blocked scenery in front of his eyes. After concentrating for a few seconds, he looked away and continued talking to himself: "There is no time, we must speed up the progress, otherwise..."

But he spit out a mouthful of blood, and the light cyan blood splashed on the ground, and a corroded light smoke suddenly appeared. Looking at the body, the small scales were covered with white frost, and it quickly spread to the surrounding area.

"It took some time. It seems that they are indeed preparing for the arrival of the red star. It turns out that they did not receive the blessing of the gods in the end. What was printed in their heads was just a sequence of scenes without logic."

At this time, he took a breath and looked at his hands, with a smile on his face: "The long time of waiting has not been wasted. Although the time is not very accurate, it can no longer affect anything." When sighing, Bai Shuang climbed up. Go up to this head, wrap it up and freeze it. The remaining sparkle in those eyes disappeared at the same time.

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"Has the saint fallen asleep?" Seeing Keshan come out of the house, Parfis walked up and asked politely.

Keshan nodded expressionlessly and looked around at the number of protection personnel who had increased several times at some unknown time. Based on some of the things Saint Doris usually told her, she had already guessed something: "Where is the whirlpool in the extreme sea..." , Something happened again? No need for the saint to go there this time?"

"I, a little knight, can't decide what happens to the Popes. It should be a big thing. The Pope, who was originally in this area, and the next Pope Stant, I heard that they set off together. . I think the only thing that can make these two adults worry so much is there." Parfis said, getting closer to Keshan, "If you are interested, we can talk about it at another time." At this time, his eyes glanced around, Keshan He understood what Parfis meant and stopped talking.

Although she hates Parfis, one of the saint's guardian knights, Keshan has to admit that in the past two years, Palfis has helped herself and the saint a lot in all aspects. Compared with other knights, being easier to talk to is an absolute advantage. Keshan knew very well that these people only saw the potential of the saint, but during the growth period, what can be used must be used. The ability she was forced to learn, after all, only she and Saint Doris could trust here.

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"You don't seem worried at all? You know, part of the reason for this situation is you. Or, there is still something you haven't told me?" A cold voice came from behind, and he was carefully looking at the vast expanse in front of him. Grote, who had just been trampled by disaster, looked back. His whole body had a sense of illusion, as if he would be torn to pieces by some force at any moment. Looking over with those pensive eyes, there was a person standing behind him who was in a similar situation to himself.

Without answering the question, Grote turned his head and looked into the distance of this vast land - a sea of ​​burning fire connected the sky and the earth, like the falling sun, dyeing the entire huge space bright red. The fierce burning heat can also be felt here. At this moment, Grote even had the illusion that he would also burn immediately.

"This is the end of the world. The burning World Tree finally collapsed, and the huge trunk smashed the entire continent that was its foundation into pieces. The shock caused affected so many things that even the continent group that should have existed All disappeared piece by piece in later time. But this can be regarded as a starting point, and new things began to be born. Although the time was very long, many things happened in the middle, and history existed batch after batch."

"Then this isn't my brother's spiritual world?"

"I don't know. It's abnormal to have these things in his spiritual world, but it's also normal. You must know a lot of information about ancient history. As long as you have this impression in your head, it will automatically restore itself after receiving certain stimulation. Some scenes can be completed." Grote said, and suddenly turned his head to look at the other side, but there was a giant dragon with a wingspan of more than tens of meters approaching from the distance at an extremely fast speed, and finally fell hard. Beside the two of them.

"Groot, are you still alive?" In standard imperial language, the dragon retracted its wings, and an intriguing smile appeared on its ferocious face, although it still looked terrifying.

"You are still alive, why should I disappear at that time?" Grote asked, looking at a long wound on the dragon's neck, "Is it necessary to keep this kind of thing? Your self-healing ability , this injury will not be irreversible."

"According to what you humans say, this is a warning. At that time, we were indeed living too leisurely. It only took a few seconds for me to have this idea about the wound." The dragon spoke, and this Shi looked at the person next to Grote, "Elinor, I heard that you have plans to come to the Kingdom of Mist recently?"

"No, it's a way to attract attention. My goal is the new grave. I'll go back to you later. You have what I need."

"I can lend it to you, but I can't take it away." The dragon then took over.

"You weren't so easy to talk to back then." Grote on the side sighed, "This is not how a gentleman imitates."

The three of them seemed to know each other, and there was no strong smell of gunpowder in their words.

"Miss Elinor is different from you, Grote. You killed too many adult dragons back then, and I have to set an example for this. Otherwise, if those dragons spread out, a lot of things will be ruined. If possible, I would like to stay in the Kingdom of Mist forever and never take a step out."

Grote was about to answer, but there was a slight vibration from a certain direction. After a while, a slight deep voice floated over.

"There are more old guys coming in this time than last time. I think those old monsters who voluntarily froze themselves will be awakened. Grote, why do you think you are not willing to die slowly in the time it should take?" The dragon took one look and sighed, "You know, even if you have a long lifespan, you can't withstand the erosion of time. It's not a pleasant feeling, and there will be too many problems along the way."

"This is how humans make the impossible possible. For us, gods will not be a taboo."