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The wind is howling.

A silver meteor streaked across the sky faster than the wind.

It crossed the forest and the plain, flew over a long distance, and finally saw a stone forest appearing on the horizon.

The huge body of the silver dragon drew a twisted arc in the sky, falling diagonally towards the stone forest.

In the center of the stone forest is a large open space. This place was originally a forest of stone trees, but now these towering stone pillars have been torn down and broken, leaving a square clear. In the square, hundreds of figures are busy, carving criss-crossing lines on the flat ground.

It seems that a huge magic circle is also being built here.

There is a high stone platform in the north of the square, with an elegant silver dragon sitting on it. There was a hint of anxiety in its amber eyes as it stared at the busy crowd in the square. Compared with other silver dragons, its body is much more slender and graceful, and its silver body has large blue patterns. Unlike other silver dragons, it has a long blue dragon horn in the middle of its head. With every swing of the faucet's head, clusters of blue halos will be left in the air for a long time.

It suddenly felt something and looked up into the sky, just in time to see the silver body rolling down.

With a loud bang, the seriously injured silver dragon fell headlong to the edge of the high platform, its huge body smashing half of the stone platform. The huge pain in the body caused it to twitch painfully, and the huge scales still attached to the flesh and blood fell off piece by piece. Its eyes were looking at the silver dragon on the stone platform, and it struggled to turn over, but its four claws were weak. It propped up several times and fell down again.

Large clouds of silver-blue light mist rose from the body of the silver dragon on the stone platform. It was rapidly activating dragon language magic in an attempt to save the lives of its companions.

Accompanied by the roar of the dragon, white light beams wrapped with light blue light bands fell on the seriously injured silver dragon several times, but its injuries did not improve at all.

The silver dragon groaned heavily and said with difficulty: "Dear Cranio, there is no need... there is no need to try again. I just want to... see you for the last time. Fortunately, I finally... arrived."

The silver dragon Cranio once again activated dragon language magic, but it still had no effect. She had no choice but to gently help the silver dragon turn over to ease its pain.

"Gu Emperor, who hurt you like this! What...what's going on?"

"The silver... silver-eyed devil has appeared. My dear... Cranio, you... you have to be careful! The dragon god's oracle... is coming true one by one. Unfortunately... I didn't Can hold that magic circle."

Cranio gently rubbed his head against the huge dragon head of the ancient emperor, and then he was surprised to find that its skull had been broken into hundreds of pieces. It was only thanks to his last bit of strength that he could maintain its shape. .

"Ancient Emperor... Without that magic circle, the most we can do is spend a little more time. Why... why do you have to stick to it!?"

A large amount of dragon blood began to pour out of the corner of the Silver Dragon Ancient Emperor's mouth. It smiled bitterly and said: "I want to escape...but in front of that silver-eyed devil...I can't escape. We violated the dragon's will God's oracle, now... the curse is being realized one by one. Dear Cranio, you are a prophet... your understanding of the Dragon God's oracle is far better than mine... But, for Nicholas, you are willing to give up Do you want to believe in and give up Moonlight Dragon City? Your efforts... will all be in vain..."

Cranio was stunned for a moment. She looked at the unstoppable blood flowing from the Ancient Emperor's mouth. For a moment, she who had stood unyieldingly in front of the Dragon God felt the pain of being completely powerless!

The ancient emperor's voice gradually lowered: "Actually, the answer... I know. Didn't I give up Moonlight Dragon City for you too? After I die, you can use my body to complete this magic circle. ! Nicholas is a genius, no matter how hard I try... I still... can't catch up with him... Kra... Neo..."

The sky is cloudy and raining.

Amidst the endless lightning and thunder, the desolate and sad dragon's roar echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.

The world of death.

Desolation, loneliness, and lifelessness are the eternal themes of this world.

But at this moment, in this dead desert, there is a small oasis.

The oasis did not belong to this world, but it still appeared, appearing on the top of a peak.

The never-ending strong wind of the death world turns into a gentle breeze when it arrives here, as if there is an invisible hand controlling it.

At the top of the mountain, there are green grass, towering ancient trees, and a bright lake like a mirror. In the middle of the clear and transparent lake, there is a jade platform carved from white jade floating. Around the jade platform, dozens of lifelike angels with different expressions are carved. It's just unclear how many stories these reliefs tell.

On the jade platform, a woman was lying quietly. Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

The silky black hair was spread under her body, with a faint brilliance slowly flowing on it. If you look at them for a long time, you will feel as if these hairs have a life of their own.

This oasis is actually very small.

There are only three or four trees, and the lake is only ten meters in diameter. If it weren't for its beauty and tranquility, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a pond.

But just because of the sleeping woman, everything became different. As long as there is a place with her, not to mention the exquisite lakeside landscape, even the desert will stand up as a fairyland in the world.

Picturesque.

The world in the painting, no matter how exquisite it is, is always missing a trace of life, except for the sleeping woman.

There are no birds in the trees and no fish swimming in the water. Among the green and slender grasses, there were no butterflies dancing or insects chirping. Even the leaves swaying in the breeze and the green grass swaying slightly, if you look at them for a long time, you will find that they are all mechanically swaying according to a pattern.

This is indeed a world in a painting, an exquisite but lifeless world. Except...that beautiful sleeping woman.

Weina looked at the world in the painting for a long time before sighing.

Gregory floated behind her, looking at the oasis that should not belong to the world of death at all. The long-winded bone dragon was silent for a long time, and then said: "Master Wella, this lake is indeed very beautiful. But why do I always feel that these trees and grass are fake?"

Weina sighed: "Of course it's fake. No matter how perfect I make the appearance, I can't give them soul and life. Alas, creation... Is this the difference between me and God? Luo Driggs, you are amazing..."

The Bone Dragon immediately said: "But Master Weina, you are already a god. Then Rodriguez is just a necromancer. If he hadn't taken advantage of others' danger, how could he be your opponent?" What? Besides, the status difference between gods and necromancers is absolutely true in heaven and earth! The most important point is that he is just a skeleton, and your beauty is the best in all planes... ”

Weina said with a bit of laughter and tears: "I am just a piece of armor now. Compared with Rodriguez, I am not much better."

"Master Wella, your 'Demon Lotus' is the most beautiful work of art I have ever seen in my life! And there are so many skeletons here, not even ten million, but some of them are several million. So what? Strange?"

Wella smiled lightly and said: "Gregory, you still can't understand the difference between me and Rodriguez! If you really want to understand, then increase your strength as soon as possible."

Seeing that the flattery worked, Gregory immediately said: "Master Wella, you are going to come there anyway. Wouldn't it be much easier to choose a new body? Why bother to work so **** how to bring this body? Where is the useless **** in the past? Let Master Fengyue worry about such trivial matters! Master Fengyue...is she okay?"

Weina said coldly: "Gregory, you are very loyal!"

Gregory was so frightened that he almost fell from the air, and his words could not be understood clearly: "Master Wella... I... of course... am only loyal to you. You are so beautiful..."

"Enough!" Wella drank it off. "Don't forget what my domain ability is. Now tell me, should you choose to be loyal to me or to Feng Yue?"

Gu Long’s eyes went back and forth between Fengyue and Wei Na several times, struggling in his heart, he really didn’t know what to say.

Weina suddenly smiled and said: "Forget it! Gregory, I just wanted to scare you, you don't need to answer this question."

Her eyes fell on the sleeping Feng Yue again, the joy in her tone gradually disappeared, and she said faintly: "As for Feng Yue... this stupid thing, let her sleep for a while longer. I want to get there The world is gone once, and you keep this place safe."

The Bone Dragon was startled and said: "But... what if the kings come? I can't deal with them alone!"

Weina said coldly: "I just don't care about them now, how can they dare to approach here? If they have the courage, I will let them howl in the holy flame of heaven for a thousand years!"

After hearing this, the Bone Dragon, who was still mostly an undead creature, suddenly felt empathy and felt that every bone in his body ached.

At this moment, Rogge has made his triumphant return and is having a night drink with Hughes, Froya and the newly surrendered Redbud Butterfly in the Latvian palace.

The fat man is wearing a wide robe and looks relaxed and happy. While he was drinking, he chatted with Redbud Butterfly about how the principality's army should be trained in the future. Fatty intentionally or unintentionally inquired about the situation of Hanyue Camp, from the staffing, the selection of facilities, to the training time and content. Redbud Butterfly was obviously very hesitant to answer these questions, but the few answers she managed to give had already inspired Roger. The fat man is not in a hurry. Anyway, there will be plenty of time in the future, so he will naturally have the opportunity to ask everything.

While drinking and chatting, Rogge was mentally calculating **** Xia Shang so that he could win over the people and change the people's view of him without chilling the hearts of other nobles. After all, there are intricate marriage relationships between nobles, and one move can affect the whole body, not to mention that he is planning to kill more people.

It was a pleasant night. The only flaw was that there was a hint of blood-red moonlight in the darkness, which looked very strange.

In this late summer and early autumn season, the night should have retained the heat of the day. But Rogge suddenly felt that the temperature around him was plummeting, as cold as the depth of winter! He thought it was a temporary misunderstanding, but the wine in the glass had already formed a thin layer of ice! Looking around again, Froya and Hughes were wrapped tightly in their clothes, and the lips of the Redbud Butterfly began to turn blue.

In a cold mist, the beautiful demon lotus stepped out of the mist.

Weina looked at the peaceful scene of singing and dancing in front of her, stretched out her left hand and clenched it into a fist.

The table with wine and food suddenly exploded into a ball of dust, and the wine glasses, knives and forks in the hands of the four people also exploded into a ball of mist.

The killer has always reacted quickly, so Hughes had already stepped aside. And Froya was not slow to react, and immediately activated a magic shield to protect her whole body. Only the redbud butterfly's face was pale, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of its mouth. It was obvious that it had been injured.

"Roger!" Wella pointed at the fat man and shouted: "If you can't withstand my attack, then you must die!"

Roger's expression changed drastically, but without saying a word, he suddenly threw off his toga, revealing a body of fat.

Rogge is well aware of Fengyue's style of hitting whenever she says, so he doesn't dare to ignore it at all. The fat all over his body was squirming crazily, tiny scales appeared faintly, and a dragon head appeared and disappeared behind him. In the blink of an eye, he was one foot taller. He looked like a demon that had just stepped out of the abyss, indescribably ferocious and terrifying.

An invisible force field quietly enveloped the entire garden. For a moment, everything became dozens of times heavier. Flowers and trees broke and fell, and the rockery collapsed!

The redbud butterfly has sat down on the ground and cannot get up again. Froya's magic shield flickered on and off, obviously trying her best to support it, but she bit her lower lip and stared at Wella, her eyes containing countless inexplicable and unexplainable things. Hughes activated the 'Shelter' again and entered the state of being unable to move.

Under the endless pressure, Rogge's legs softened and he almost fell to his knees. He roared wildly, his whole body's joints crackled, and he slowly stood up again! His eyes had turned silver, staring at Wella.

Rogg suddenly roared again, and large waves of silver light surged out of his body, forming pieces of light armor, protecting his entire body.

The fat man grabbed his left hand, and there was a light shield in his hand. He raised his right hand high, and a spinning light blade appeared out of thin air, flying towards Wella with a breathtaking roar!

Wella was quite surprised. She had no idea that Rogge could hold on and attack her actively!

Pieces of light blades were generated in Rogge's right hand, drawing different trajectories and attacking Wella.

Weina sneered, and the demon lotus suddenly became blurry. Dozens of silver blades of light that were spinning around seemed to have suddenly lost their target, deflecting one by one and flying past the demon lotus.

The silver light in Rogge's eyes fluctuated. The sudden wave of attacks almost exhausted his mental energy. Unexpectedly, they seemed to be attacking a non-existent phantom, making him say no. Very sad. He also had to be supported by Wella's gravity, so although the battle was only a matter of seconds, he was almost exhausted.

"What a waste!" Wella said coldly.

Rogg's expression changed, and he silently threw down the light shield. When the light shield fell halfway, it turned into little streams and dissipated.

He slowly closed his hands and began to chant the incantation with concentration. This spell was surprisingly long, and Rogge seemed to be struggling with every word he uttered. The eyes of the dragon head behind him also lit up, and the dragon's mouth opened and closed, seeming to be silently reciting the same mantra.

A shadow slowly appeared in Rogge's hands, gradually lengthening, and gradually taking the shape of a sword.

This sword exudes an inexplicable aura like needles. The redbud butterfly is already trembling under this aura, unable to resist at all. She was horrified, never expecting that this fat man who looked mediocre could have such strength!

Perhaps in a true one-on-one fight, the elders in the Presbyterian Church may not be able to defeat this fat man with an unattractive appearance! So she thought.

Redbud Butterfly sighed secretly. She always thought that the fat man only climbed up through despicable means. If this mysterious and powerful woman hadn't forced him tonight, perhaps Rogge would have continued to hide his true strength.

Froya had recognized the magic that Rogge was casting and was immediately shocked.

"Blade of Mork?" Wella said coldly: "You activated this magic because you think you can't die quickly enough?"

She grabbed Rogge with her left hand, and with a bang, the light armor on Rogge suddenly shattered, and half of the magic that had been activated was interrupted. Wella used her slender hand again, and the magical energy that had lost control and was rushing towards Rogge changed direction and rushed towards her instead.

Wella made a fist with her right hand and punched away the magic flow.

The silver light in Rogge's eyes faded, and his body returned to its normal state. Fortunately, the force field that enveloped the entire garden had dissipated at this time. Otherwise, if he was close to collapse now, how would he be able to hold on?

Wella's eyes swept over Froya, Bauhinia Butterfly and Hughes one by one, and said coldly: "I have something to say to him, you all should leave!"

Her eyes briefly glanced at Froya and Bauhinia Butterfly, but they stayed on Hughes for a particularly long time. The eyes on the devil's mask flickered on and off very regularly.

Xius's 'refuge' failed at this moment~IndoMTL.com~ He immediately said: "I won't disturb Mr. Fengyue and Mr. Rogge from reminiscing about their old relationship..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the old fox had disappeared outside the garden.

Wella was slightly surprised, but her eyes immediately fell on Rogge and said calmly: "Are you dissatisfied with me forcing you like this?"

Roger snorted.

Weina's tone was slightly softer, and she sighed softly: "If one day I die too, and your strength is limited, how can one person deal with so many strong men?"

Roger was startled and said: "Feng Yue...how could you die?"

Weina said calmly: "How can there be an existence that will never die in this world? Let's not talk about this anymore. I came to you to ask you to do something for me."

"What happened?"

Weina's tone became colder and colder, as cold as the howling wind in the ancient glacier: "You think of a way to inform those dragon clans that I want to challenge the Silver Dragon King of Moonlight Dragon City! If Moonlight Dragon City dares not accept the challenge, Then they will give me the label of 'Superior Dragon Clan' from now on!"