Steel steam and flame

"There will be a price to pay, history says so." The dragon replied, not surprised by Grote's words. Like half joking, half serious. It is said that they are surgeons after the fifth stage. In fact, every one of these people can go to a top school to be a professor of history, except for the identity of the surgeon. Very few people can be equal to that kind. Some secrets and information can only be known by them, because they have the strength and the ability to maintain a relatively natural mentality. If it were anyone else, they might not know what they would do after learning this information.

But there are still people who are attracted to this information. There will never be a shortage of these people. In the course of history, we need precisely such people. Many things are indeed being slowly pushed forward by such people.

"Miss Elinor, if you decide on the time later, you can inform me in advance." The dragon stopped continuing this fruitless topic and looked at the increasingly mature girl next to Grote and said, "There have been some events recently. Too many buried dragon eggs have awakened and hatched a large number of new baby dragons. If there is a specific time, I can remind them, otherwise it will cause bad things, which neither of us want to see. "

"I will, probably in half a year."

"Where's Grote? Since you're still alive, why haven't you returned to the Kingdom of Mist for so long? It seems like you haven't finished what you wanted to do back then, right?" The dragon asked, taking advantage of this rare opportunity. All three of them felt a growing sense of tearing in their bodies, and the balance of the world was collapsing bit by bit. Compared with the last time he entered the dream world, the sustainable time this time will be obviously much shorter.

Grote shook his head: "There is no time and opportunity. The Flame Alliance is preparing to start the sacrificial ceremony again within a year or two. Even if I go to the Kingdom of Mist, there is no point. Besides, my own situation is very complicated. Can’t move around freely.”

The giant dragon nodded at this time, raised his head as if remembering, and looked to the other side. It felt the aura of the same kind, and after filtering some information in its head, it guessed who the other dragon in this direction was. It was also at this moment that a faint "buzzing..." sound spread out.

The sound was extremely long and penetrating, and nothing could block it. It comes from all directions, with no exact source at all. It seems to be far away and yet close at the same time. This is the low cry of a giant whale. Anyone who can get in here, whether it is the operator or the second type of creature, is very clear.

"I'm leaving first. We don't have much time. Those giant whales have already arrived. There are still some friends I want to meet. In normal times, there are too few opportunities and it takes too long to fly." The dragon said and spread its wings, but it was full of blood. As the wings unfolded, the light fell from the sky piece by piece at the same time, covering the three of them, as well as the vast land that had been trampled by the disaster.

In the sky, the thick clouds and smoke were suddenly driven away by some force, and six moon-like bright red stars of different sizes were neatly arranged in a straight line and appeared on the land. The feeling of tearing increased several times for a while. It was obviously just an illusion, but the influence of the red star seemed to actually affect them through the illusion.

The giant dragon still flapped its wings, and the next moment it was hovering around the two of them: "Miss Elinor, I look forward to your coming to the Kingdom of Mist. Grote, I know a little bit about your situation, and I hope you can find a solution as soon as possible. The scene at this moment may actually appear before our eyes soon.”

After a strong wind, the giant dragon has gone far away. Grote looked away and looked to his side. Their eyes met in the middle, and both of them understood what they were thinking.

"It seems you have to go to the Kingdom of Fog." Grote said, "Perhaps Monikoloa's words just now are not unfounded. Is this scene in front of us reminding us of something?"

"Six red stars..." Nuoer said to himself, but suddenly he said "uh" in the middle, and his complete body underwent an instant tearing and reorganization process with this sound.

"There is no time." Grote looked over. The red light crashing down from the sky like a waterfall seemed to be firmly attracted by gravity and became more intense. "I will use the identity and power of the saint in the Theocracy to accelerate my influence. With the establishment of the company, your cross-continental trading company will also have to speed up its plans."

"I will inform the relevant personnel of this situation. In addition, regarding my brother, I hope that I will receive an urgent letter from the Theocracy in the near future." After saying that, the two bodies were torn apart again. There was no recovery this time, but neither disappeared for a while. In other places, the same situation is happening at the same time. Everyone involved knows what will happen next and is exchanging necessary information very quickly.

"Inform the Avalon agency about the six red stars. They may have some important information related to them!"

"Start the recovery plan immediately. Some people in the Senate should deal with it immediately. They will definitely have other ideas..."

"Go to Liunotaka and retrieve all the things. We will wake up as soon as possible..."

"Monikloka, what's the situation in World Tree now? Something big may happen on the left and right prime ministers' continents. I might go to your side later..."

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"What a magical experience. I saw a lot of interesting things from inside." Stant opened his eyes almost at the same time as the Pope. "This time the scope is wider, and I was also pulled in. There are some other unfamiliar faces, but They all have impressions, and their affairs have been more or less recorded in history.”

"Pope, I'm very curious." Stant said, looking at the flowing sky outside the window. "Not talking about other countries, but only within the Theocracy, have any of the previous popes really died?"

The Pope rubbed his head and sighed: "Of course there are, and there are still a lot of them, relatively speaking. Not everyone is willing to put their lives into the future, and not everyone will hand over their hopes to In the hands of latecomers. This is a huge gamble. Those who are willing to bet are still alive, and those who are unwilling will naturally die. "

"However, the dead are not useless, nor did they make wrong choices at that time. One party chooses to gather strength and use a limited life to span a long time; the other party chooses to believe in himself and try various methods within a certain period of time. Method. Both promote their own common goals, so... there is no right or wrong. Stant, you just need to remember that there are never many of our kind, and that is enough."

After the Pope finished speaking, he also looked out the window. The scene outside touched him: "Today should be a new starting point."