Huh? Are they all real?

“A lot of dragons?”

The leading elf and the others immediately realized that things seemed very bad.

And the extraordinary person also confirmed again:

"Yes, there are many dragons."

After hearing this, someone immediately ran out the way they came:

"We have to go back quickly!"

The others followed immediately, and the dwarf did the same, but after walking a few steps, he noticed that the elf did not follow him and turned back to ask:

"What's wrong? Long ears, are you afraid?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"I have followed my king through countless tragic battles. Whether it is the evil dragon in the north or the fire demon underground, I have faced them all. I am not afraid."

"You actually followed the Eternal King? Oh my God, didn't you say you were from the Second Age?"

"I mean the era before I came here was the year of Jiasuyan, which is what you call the end of the Second Age!"

The dwarf, who found that he couldn't argue with the other party, muttered a few words and asked:

"Then why don't you leave?"

"If there is only one, we may play a very critical role if we go back, but in many cases, it seems that our return is not very useful."

Without waiting for the grumpy dwarf to continue shouting

The elf jumped down the slope and walked behind the scholar who was still sitting stupidly in front of the dragon's corpse.

The overwhelming appearance of a dragon in front of him obviously frightened the scholar who had never seen a big battle.

Even if it was only half of a dragon's corpse.

So the elf tried to get in front of the other party before speaking:

"Hello, son of the man who has a certain future, my name is Suga Oak. I am a wood elf. I once served in the Elf King's Court and was a member of the guard of Lord Gasdena, one of the twelve golden flower lords."

"I want to ask you, do you know the power that killed this dragon?"

They obviously couldn't do anything about the sudden attack of the dragons when they returned.

But if he could bring back the power just now, maybe it would be very different.

The scholar was still a little stunned after hearing this. The dragon in front of him really scared him.

"What?"

"I know you are scared now, but please calm down. There are many people behind us who are in danger. They may need you to calm down and help them, because you seem to know about that power. For the sake of the original, please tell me everything you know."

The elf's voice was orderly, and the gentle wind blew across the scholar's face.

This made him gradually calm down.

After his breathing calmed down, the scholar hurriedly recalled everything in his memory.

"There is a ruin in front of us."

"I, I have been trapped in that ruin before. I, I am a scholar, although I am not from the history department. After all, people from the history department are always prone to touching things that they should not touch and getting into trouble."

"But I am also sure that it must be a building from the First Age, because it is covered with murals of the eldest sons. This is a habit of the First Age."

"Fortunately, I also like to read some history books. Otherwise..."

Hearing this, the elf said immediately:

"Sir, I understand that you want to tell us more now, but please try to tell the key points. We are in urgent need of it. time."

"Ah, ah sorry, I just have never encountered such a thing."

After rubbing his brow, the scholar continued:

"The most important thing is that when I fell in the ruins, there was still a girl, and a sword stuck in front of her."

"That girl seems to be the guardian of the sword. I think she must be a high-sequence. Because she has been guarding the sword without eating or drinking or even moving. If it is not a high-sequence, a normal person can't hold on. Even if I was the only one watching for a few days."

"What kind of sword is that?"

Hearing this, the elf seemed to think of something and seemed a little excited.

"I don't have much research on swords. I can only say that it is a two-handed greatsword, well, a very gorgeous two-handed greatsword."

"Two-handed greatsword? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure, it is a two-handed greatsword. I am not wrong about this."

The scholar's answer made the elf frown slightly, because it was not what he thought.

The dwarf noticed the change in his expression and asked:

"Do you know something?"

The elf said directly:

"I said that I once served the Elven Court. Although I am not a high elf and do not directly serve my king, I am also a member of the guard of Lord Gasdena, the Lord of the Golden Flower."

"Therefore, I also had the honor of meeting my king during the Battle of Tears, and heard from my king the detailed information about the Holy Sword, one of the four sacred objects."

"Do you suspect that the one in front is the Holy Sword? The one originally given to the last eldest son?"

The elf interrupted immediately The dwarf said:

"It's not a gift, it's a send. It's a gift, not a favor!"

The dwarf was puzzled and said:

"Is there any need to emphasize this? It's just a grammatical problem."

The elf said deeply:

"This is very different, son of Durin."

"I really don't understand what you long-eared people are insisting on. So, is it the holy sword?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"The holy sword is a plain knight's one-handed sword in the mouth of my king. My king said it was a holy relic of the star made of the dead sun and the weapon of the last son."

"It is said that it is a decisive weapon used to fight against all darkness and threats. It is a powerful power that all eldest sons desire extremely, but for the last son, it is just a gift."

"But this man's son said it was a two-handed sword. I don't think the difference between a one-handed sword and a two-handed sword would be mistaken."

"And according to what I know, the Holy Sword should be stored in the Memorial Temple in the Old World, but everything we have here seems to come from the north-central part of the New World."

The dwarf thought for a while and said:

"Are you remembering it wrong? You said it was a weapon made of the sun of death. But as far as I know, whether it is the one in the sky now or the eldest son of the sun back then, they both still had the holy sword when it was given to the last son. Live well?"

After all, the dwarves did not dare to directly tell an elf that their king had made a mistake. But that’s pretty much the meaning.

The other party frowned and glanced at him and said: "I can't remember it wrong. This is what my king told us personally. Although I am also very confused about this, I do remember it correctly. Of course, neither does my king." It may be wrong, son of Turin, but please bear in mind!”

The dwarf didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he said directly:

"Okay, no matter what it is, as long as you know that this dragon should be killed by that sword or that high-sequence, right? Then what are you talking about? Where are we going!"

The elf also admitted:

"That's the only thing you're right about, son of Turin."

At the same time, he also helped the scholar and said:

"Let's go, son of man, let's go see the ruins you mentioned."

Following the scholar's guidance, they quickly found the ruins.

The elf just took one look and determined that this ruins was indeed a product of the First Era.

At the same time, he also saw the girl and the big sword below.

He could feel the power represented by the girl, but he felt that the sword was ordinary and had no power at all.

After raising his eyebrows slightly, the elf jumped directly.

Then without looking back, he stretched out his hand to catch the dwarf who had fallen down and his axe. At the same time, it was also a beautiful light throw. After placing the dwarf completely on the ground, he turned back to catch it and was brought down by the dwarf. scholars.

After doing this without changing his expression, the elf placed the giant ax on the ground, knelt down on one knee towards the girl and said:

"Unknown strong man, since you killed the evil dragon, I think you also belong to the lawful camp. And now, where we came from, countless evil dragons are attacking our people and companions."

"I can't make any promises to you, because I can't represent the elves and the holy tree, but I still want to ask for your help on behalf of the people behind me."

The girl's gaze shifted from the sword she was guarding to the elf.

After a brief gaze, the girl whispered:

"I'm sorry, I can't leave here. I have to guard this holy sword. This is my only mission."

The dwarf suddenly said anxiously:

"You just killed an adult dragon with one move. Wouldn't it be troublesome for you to leave for a moment and follow us to drive away those dragons? Oh my God, in this little time, one dragon can kill who knows how many people."

The elf interrupted him and said:

"This lord has no reason to help us, and we are not qualified to ask this lord to give up his mission. So, son of Turin, please shut up."

"I know, but maybe in this short time, those dragons have burned everything clean! That's tens of millions of people or more!"

"Anyway, shut up, son of Turin!"

Following the elf's roar, the dwarf reluctantly closed his mouth.

The elf continued to ask the girl:

"Is it true that you cannot leave, my lord?"

The girl shook her head and said:

"I am a servant of the Holy Sword. I must guard the Holy Sword until the person who is qualified to lift it comes."

"But you did kill the dragon just now, and it seems that you split a sword and went out, so can't you take this holy sword away?"

"That's not the light of the Holy Sword, that's just what I did. The power of the Holy Sword is far more than that."

The girl raised her palm, where a small golden sword light was spinning in her palm.

The elf frowned more and more:

"Then why did you kill the dragon?"

"That dragon and the leader behind it offended the holy sword I was guarding. Although I can't leave, I have to give them some color in return."

The elf keenly grasped the deeper meaning of this sentence and said:

"Do you know anything about what's going on today? Like why it's like this outside and why the dragons are attacking us?"

The girl continued to answer:

"Yes, the owner of this holy sword I am looking after has seen everything today."

"At that time, there were three-headed dragons who committed incomparable blasphemy in order to ascend to the gods. All this today is just a parody and reenactment of those years."

"As for why those dragons attacked you, it should be that the three of them finally discovered how clumsy and inadequate their imitation was, or they might have discovered that something powerful was eyeing them, so that they wanted to fight with them. Race against time."

The elf raised his eyebrows and said:

"A race against time?"

"Once they start gnawing, they can't stop. Either they die, or they succeed in becoming a god. The condition for becoming a god is to complete enough peeling and devouring."

"They are not their ancestors, and they do not have the same restrictions as the ancient dragon's ascension to the gods, so their demand will not be as exaggerated as it was back then. But even so, it is still an unusually large scale. After all, this is the ascension of the three-headed dragon. Divine ritual.”

The elf was puzzled and said:

"Sir, you still haven't explained what a race against time is."

The girl raised her head, her sight seemed to penetrate the ruins above her head and this chaotic world:

"If everything goes well, this world is destined to be destroyed, but they have sent a group of dragons to attack this world that is destined to be destroyed. Therefore, I think they should have discovered that they were not prepared enough, or they were overwhelmed by something they thought they could not resist. Keep an eye on the existence.”

"So much so that they want to make this part of their ritual."

"To put it simply, if they want to become gods, they need to devour enough existence from the present world, but your current world still exists in the present world, although the gods and kings may not know its existence."

"So, as long as your world and existence are destroyed together, maybe you can let them ascend to the gods ahead of time."

Perhaps out of dissatisfaction or disbelief, the dwarf sneered:

"You said that the kings and gods don't know the existence of this world? Don't be kidding, that's the Supreme Being. How could they not know?"

The girl turned her head slightly to look at the dwarves and said something that made their hair stand on end:

"So were your prayers answered?"

All three of them were speechless and covered in cold sweat. And the girl's voice continued.

"You come from countless eras, have countless faiths, and have countless populations. However, among so many believers, has any one received a response from their Lord God?"

The girl said seriously:

"This is a world without God's protection. Although I don't want to say it bluntly, I must tell you that your existence is destined to be destroyed."

"Because your prayers are not only unable to reach the ears of your faith, but they have even forgotten you. After all, this stripping is so powerful that even the Supreme Being cannot avoid it."

The elf said anxiously:

"You just said they were racing against time, didn't you? Why do you think we are doomed?"

The girl looked at the holy sword in front of her and said:

"Because I don't think they will fail. After all, their ancestors lost because they violated the iron law that must not be violated."

"And, they offended the owner of the sword. And now, they have circumvented the stupidity of their ancestors, and although the holy sword is still there, the owner of the holy sword has long since left."

Finally, the girl reached out and gently touched the holy sword:

"A world without divine blessing is destined to be unable to resist the 'god' who created this world, and the holy sword without its master cannot be your hope."

At the end, the elf stood up and said seriously:

"What if someone can pull out this holy sword?"

When the girl heard this, she couldn't help but look at the elf in front of her:

"I know what you think, elf, but it won't be yours."