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Following the guidance of the two elders, the Frost Dragon came to a huge stone door that exuded an ancient and decayed atmosphere.

The center of the door was filled with deep darkness, but within it was an evil aura unique to the dragon.

A grey dragon exhaled a stream of white breath and entered the door, and the deep darkness immediately began to move.

It was as if dawn broke through the darkness, light shone through the stone gate, and finally the light occupied all the darkness.

"The battlefield is inside. It's not too late to regret now. If you go in, with your strength, you will most likely not be able to come back."

The grey dragon gave a final word of advice.

The Frost Dragon had already made up its mind on the way, so it was naturally not afraid at all. It just asked the Gray Dragon:

"Please apologize to Decamon for me."

"Why are you apologizing?"

It was Decamon's voice that responded to the Frost Dragon.

The three dragons all turned their heads and saw the human warrior.

Facing the different gazes from the three dragons, Dekamon walked forward with an expressionless face.

His tone was also flat, "At my age, I don't have many years left to live. Are you planning to abandon me like this?"

"I'm sorry, this is our dragon clan's business, I don't want to involve you."

The Frost Dragon's voice seemed to be lower than Decamon's.

"That's not a good enough excuse for me, Dona."

Dona is the real name of the Frost Dragon. The dragon looked back at the floating light gate, not knowing how to explain it.

However, Dekamon suddenly said, "Let's go together, no matter what's inside."

"But……"

"No buts!" Decamon interrupted the Frost Dragon forcefully and walked towards the light gate.

The Frost Dragon had no choice but to follow along and carried Decamon onto its back.

The two of them just plunged in.

"Is this the dragon rider?" muttered a gray dragon.

After Decamon and Dona passed through a dazzling passage, they saw a world full of dragon bone wreckage.

Meanwhile, a terrible war was breaking out on the horizon, and powerful waves of magic were sweeping over like an endless stream.

The roar of the dragon can be heard clearly.

Looking around, there are many dragons of various shapes, or monsters covered with scales, ready to move forward.

The dragon knights are just an inconspicuous part of this army.

"What kind of battle is this?" Decamon couldn't help but wonder.

"The battle with the evil god's lackeys." The Frost Dragon's answer was extremely certain.

"How can you be sure that he is the evil god's lackey?" Decamon looked forward and could not make out any information about his opponent.

But the Frost Dragon replied: "Lady Morali told me."

Dekamon was silent for a moment, and seeing that it would take some time to reach the battlefield, he asked:

"Can you tell me everything now?"

"Of course. I'm sorry to hide it from you." The Frost Dragon agreed directly. "The tribe I was born into actually lived under the protection of the Purple Wing Tribe. Due to some reasons, the Frost Dragons were in danger of extinction. Morali was the great grandmother of the Purple Wing Dragons at that time. She took in our tribe."

"Aren't all of you dragons connected? The Dragon God Palace won't care about your life or death?"

Decamon asked in surprise.

The Frost Dragon said helplessly:

“The dilemma our clan faces is very special, because we are a group of dragons without an elemental lord to lead us, so you can imagine our status. When a disaster threatens to wipe out our clan, the clan that lends a helping hand will have to pay a huge price, which is the food and magic energy needed for survival.

"The Lord of Elements is also selfish. The resources of each tribe are very precious and they are unwilling to share them easily. Then you should know how much kindness Great-grandmother Morali has shown us by taking us in.

"After I was born, I followed Lady Morali for a long time. She taught me a lot and was very kind to me. Without her, I would not have my current strength, so I must come here to help her."

After hearing this, Decamon was silent at first, and then he laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, so Morali is really a dragon worthy of respect! In this case, it is not a disgrace to the honor of a knight for me, Decamon, to come here to fight for her!"

The Frost Dragon turned and looked at Decamon.

And Decamon shouted: "Let my old bones burn again!"

The frost dragon's eyes sparkled with brilliance, and after a long and powerful roar, it suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the battlefield.

……

The Kingdom of Sesi is a prosperous place ruled by high elves.

Every landscape here is full of unparalleled beauty, and every detail of the building shows the world the craftsmen's ultimate pursuit of beauty.

In Aletria, the capital of the Kingdom of Cyci, it is like a world in a dream.

Few other races can come here, except for those who are powerful and sneak in quietly.

For example, Glenn.

He was now walking on the seemingly spotless streets in the form of a high elf transformed by magic.

There are two purposes for this visit to the Kingdom of Sesi. One is to solve the problem of Afre. After all, it has been delayed for too long. Glenn even dreamed yesterday that the giant said that he did not keep his promise.

Another purpose was to improve his own strength. Among the several methods he found in the Royal Library, there was one that was said to be inherited only by the high elves.

Admiring the unique architectural landscape here, Glenn walked towards the star tower where the sage lived based on the information he had collected.

With strong strength, sneaking in is so easy.

But when Glenn entered, he accidentally heard some very bad news.

That Alfred isn't here, and no one here knows where he went.

Glenn could only leave the Star Tower in disappointment.

"Gentle wind! You are in such a hurry, and noble high elf, why are you like this?"

A soft voice with ups and downs sounded in Glenn's ears, making him want to roll his eyes.

He knew they were calling him, but the way these high elves spoke really made him uncomfortable.

"The beauty of the morning light is worth cherishing. Only when you are in a hurry can you catch this beauty."

Glenn responded to the high elf with softer and more rhythmic words.

Such a conversation immediately attracted the attention of several female elves around.

I can vaguely hear the following remarks:

"Look, those two elves over there are speaking so elegantly! They must be very cultured poets! Stop and learn from them first!"

So, the female elves pretended to be doing something, deliberately staying where they were, waiting for new conversations.

Glenn was speechless, he really couldn't find the right degree to speak like this. Sometimes his words were shocking and made the elf's eyes light up, and sometimes his words were shocking and made the elf look disgusted.

Now is the time for the elf's eyes to light up. Just look at the look in the elf's eyes when he calls him, as if he has seen a close friend.