The Truth of Magic

Chapter 584: The Dragon Burns the City

At this time, when Zhao Xu heard Antinoya's question "What kind of man are you?", and was still in a state of astonishment, his consciousness was inexplicably sucked away by the powerful gravitational cavity .

From thoughts to conscious soul, it seems to have become dull.

The script is wrong!

Zhao Xu realized this in an instant, as if he had let Antinoya's consciousness manipulate him to read his memory.

This sense of inversion and confusion made it too late for him to think of any effective solutions.

The next moment, he passed out in a coma.

The moment Zhao Xu fell, in the shadows behind the tower, a woman wearing a witch's top hat walked out at the right time and supported him with her arms open.

It was "May" who had met Zhao Xu a few times and was also Ernest's first pastor.

Behind her was the paladin Vivian, who lowered her noble head slightly to cover her respectful and delicate face.

"An Tinoya, I told you, don't take any risks until the real opportunity comes." Wu Yue said with a trace of annoyance.

After she asked loudly, the tower seemed to vibrate with thunder.

"You know, why do you represent the Mage Association?" Wu Yue raised his head and glared at Antinoya even more, "Your memory is no longer just your memory."

"It represents the continuation of Arthur's magical civilization. Before Zhong Xia became a legendary mage, no one can predict the consequences of your act of opening up your memory rashly!"

"Master, he entrusted the final scroll to you in the first place, and it is even equivalent to blending into your memory!"

At this time, May was also the first time in thousands of years to show such annoyance to Antinoya.

Because the aspects involved this time are really important!

"May, I know." Antinoya's expression was still calm, without the slightest agitation, nor was he eager to defend himself.

"I know better than you that my memory is not just a memory. It is likely that Zhong Xia will be connected to the real history, thus changing the past. But I think it's worth it, and I can bear this risk."

"Because I know far better than you how he disappeared."

Suddenly, there was another thunder in the sky, and then it rained heavily.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yue frowned slightly: "This refraction change has already arrived. Which stage in your memory did he enter?"

And Antinoya was also surprised, and muttered to herself, "Probably not?"

——

"Run, the evil dragon is coming, disaster is coming!"

A man with a flustered face shouted, and he ran wildly into the originally peaceful field.

At this time, it was drizzling in the sky.

This hopeful golden wheat field is full of farmers who have been cultivating for half a year. They are all waving their sickles and harvesting the wheat under their feet.

Although a forged sickle costs a full 6 gold coins in a blacksmith shop, it can not only play an important role in farm work, but also can be taken out to defend against thieves when necessary.

Therefore, in this kind of village, every peasant family has one.

But when they heard the people shouting, the faces of these farmers turned pale, their hands were stained with rust, and the sickle whose history could even be traced back to the previous generation couldn't hold it, and fell directly to the ground.

And just as the farmer bent down and tried to pick up the sickle, a distant dragon roar came from his ears!

The figure is still far away, and the fear has arrived.

Immediately afterwards, a huge black shadow that was extremely low passed over their heads, and then most of the farmers just fell unconscious and passed out on the ground.

The person who came to report kept shouting, his running legs were running towards the gate of the town, and when he was about to approach, he finally shouted the last sentence in his life-"Run! , the evil dragon is coming!"

The next moment, the body was lifted up by the claws, and then swallowed into the dragon's belly.

"Cut off the rope of the suspension bridge!" The guards of the frightened town finally came to their senses.

The horns of emergency alert came bang, shattering the celebration of the summer harvest in the city, and also igniting the fire of fear in everyone's heart.

In an instant, the small town, which was still on guard against the possible attack of orcs and goblins nearby, immediately made its original preparations. The archers took out simple short bows made of winter cedar, and the soldiers took out giant swords from their homes, and they were about to To face the enemy.

However, accompanied by the violent wind whipped up by the flapping of the dragon's wings, accompanied by the roaring roar, amidst the cries of countless children, and in the prayer ceremony of the widowed old man——

The evil red dragon easily crossed the town's moat and the ripples it made.

It spread its huge wings enough to cover the sky and the sun, and faced a rain of arrows that were meant to deal with the orc neighbors in the distance!

It's just that it wasn't a newly born baby dragon that attacked the town, but a scale that had turned crimson with age, and had become as hard and thick as metal. A mighty red dragon that has been polished enough to appear purple-gray.

In the eyes of the attacking red dragon, there seemed to be a ball of hot lava, blazing brightly.

Seeing the rain of arrows, it opened its mouth and spit out flames, as if a huge amount of gasoline had been hidden inside.

Flame spit!

The symbolic breath weapon representing the red dragon instantly burned the front of the field of vision into a sea of ​​flames. Countless arrows that hit the scales of the evil dragon were broken, and after being attacked by the breath, it turned into a rain of meteors all over the sky, turning towards this place. This piece of land became the seed of the disaster of fire, and the small town started a prairie fire.

Feeling that he was offended by the seriously inferior "reptile", the evil red dragon dived directly to the ground, and then forcibly turned to circle.

Accompanied by an angry roar, the coercion of the dragon rolled across the land, and even the stones in the ground wailed for it.

The defenders also realized that the only arrow that could hit the dragon was nothing more than a mosquito to the indestructible dragon scales. As for human bites, although annoying, they couldn't even rub the wounds.

Under the fear of Longwei, the archers could no longer lift the crossbow arrows in their hands, and the brave warriors knelt down in frustration.

People in ancient times showed their fragile side in front of mythical creatures like giant dragons.

However, the enraged red dragon did not stop. Flame-breathing weapons, spells from the fire domain, and all kinds of flame powers were exerted on the land. The light rain falling from the sky turned into water vapor, and the wooden houses and stone buildings on the ground It has become a golden pillar of flame rising ragingly.

Countless people were howling in the raging fire, just thinking about resisting the orcs, they didn't have a fireproof water tank at all, and the water they received with their hands was useless against the fire that spread across the town.

The houses in the small town were also burning at high temperature, and they collapsed one after another, as if they were singing and dancing for the soaring flames, celebrating the harvest ceremony of this spring plant.

The crowd began to run out of the house in disgrace, as if the moat surrounding the town was the only way to survive, crying and wailing resounded throughout the crowded escape road.

A small town that took hundreds of years to build has finally turned into ruins.

Standing hundreds of meters away, Zhao Xu, who was also outside the town, watched all this silently.

Half a quarter ago, he was refused entry by the town because he was suspected of being a spy because of his appearance as a stranger.

But he didn't care, he didn't even bother to cast a slight deformation or even a charm spell, and was about to watch the time again.

In Antinoya's memory, he always felt an unexpected sense of peace of mind, although he didn't understand why he entered Antinoya's memory as if he had truly entered a world.

The only thing that left traces for me was a watch tied to the palm of my hand.

Earlier, he gently moved the engraved hands representing the century on the watch.

With such a small frame, he saw in a second that the wasteland in front of him had been reclaimed by several generations, and finally formed a small town with a little heritage.

In the blink of an eye, the small town built with great difficulty was destroyed by an evil dragon that suddenly attacked.

Things are unpredictable.

This made Zhao Xu, who had felt the same way, feel a little embarrassed.

Perhaps it was the same when Falling Star Town was destroyed by the evil black dragon.

"Dad, Mom..."

Suddenly, a childish wail of pain came from behind Zhao Xu.

He turned his head in surprise. Standing behind her was a delicate and lovely little girl, and beside her was a servant holding a bouquet of flowers. She was obviously a little girl from a wealthy family who had just returned from an outing.

Zhao Xu's original heart was put down again.

Not Antinoya.

The two servants of the guards were also staring blankly at the burning town at this moment, their legs and feet were completely weak.

"Dad, Mom!"

As she spoke, the little girl ran towards the ruined town that had turned into ashes in disbelief.

At this time, the dragon was using fire magic to tease and kill the people who jumped into the river by chance one by one.

But Zhao Xu shook his head. Relying on the "secret eye" spell just now, he had already observed that the wealthy areas in the town were all in the center, and it was too late to run to the edge and jump into the river under the attack just now.

Needless to say, the little girl's parents have already encountered an accident.

Zhao Xu knew that all of this was a fait accompli, just a past that Antinoya remembered, even if he stopped the dragon, it would be of no avail.

He just watched the little girl run towards the moat.

"Roar!"

The giant dragon hovering low in the sky turned around and stared at the little girl who was running forward without hesitation.

Its lava-like eyes showed a cruel look.

The dragon's breath breath, whose cooling time has run out, is brewing again, and the red dragon's mouth begins to be filled with terrifying and high-temperature flame energy, and the breath of death is about to descend on the earth again, evaporating the river!

And Zhao Xu just looked at the little girl who was still running on her calves, not knowing that death was coming.

Although he knew that he could not change this scene that happened in history, he still shook his head.

"I swear, this is the last time I'm nosy."