When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

In the early morning of the next day, several people embarked on the journey again. As the sun rose, an ancient city was slowly revealed in front of them.It was a very large city, surrounded by tall city walls, several kilometers in length and width, and the streets in the center of the city were even a hundred meters wide, running from east to west.Exquisite buildings are dotted on both sides of the street, with overlapping arches and pillars, showing the splendid architectural style of the ancient times.However, all of this was covered with a thick layer of dust, the carved beams collapsed, the pillars collapsed, and the ground seemed to have been scorched by flames, showing an unnatural crimson color, which became more hideous under the sunlight. terror.To the west of the entire city, a huge slit divides the ancient city into two. Around the slit, none of the buildings can maintain their original appearance, only the ground is full of wreckage.

Sarn was slightly speechless. This city was several times larger than any city he had ever seen (human, elf, dwarf). It is not difficult to imagine the glory of its heyday.It is precisely because of this former glory that its present status quo has become even more bleak.The scorched building exudes a color similar to glass, as if the flames have solidified the entire city into a mural, no longer under the control of time and years, but the same red color is also telling the terrible scene on the day of the catastrophe, How many lives were lost in this huge city with a population of 3 to 40 in that earth-shattering disaster?

Everyone was staring at the tragic and strangely beautiful scene of Santani, only Avar slightly moved his eyes away.Next to this huge relic, there is a small city nestled beside it, only a few hundred steps away from the scorched and discolored land. It is a tiny city built with earth and stones that can only accommodate a population of more than [-].Without the solidification of the flame, it has been completely rotted by the years, most of the city has been submerged in the yellow sand, only a few dilapidated roofs are still firmly rooted in the ground, supporting their crumbling body.

Aval felt heat surge in his eyes, this small city was more important and familiar to him than the distant Santani.It carries the faith and hope of countless generations of Phoenix knights. Generation after generation of knights struggled to survive in this small city. They saved countless refugees who escaped from the fire. They buried countless remains of the catastrophe. They used With both hands, they dug out the classics that should have been submerged under the collapsed houses. They inherited all the history and wisdom of this dead city, and also bore all the suffering and guilt of this dead city.They sincerely offered their souls, only asking the God of the Sun to forgive those people who angered him, and no matter what crimes these dead people committed, they were willing to bear it for them.They believe that with their own efforts, this long-dead city will one day be resurrected, the red land will become fertile soil again, and the dry desert will flow with clear springs again, and those who survived will return to this former home. Gain a new life under the blessing of God.

They are wrong.The Holy Sword of Glory burned in Avar's palm.The hundreds of thousands of people who died innocently never made a mistake, but the god they believed in was so arrogant that they provoked a war of gods.They do not need to bear any guilt, plead for any redemption.

But again, they're not wrong.It is they who allow the history of this nation to be passed on, and it is they who allow the people in exile to preserve the last glimmer of hope.They let everyone know that this former capital of the sun has not been abandoned by his people, they are still sticking to this purgatory that makes them suffer so much that they are insane, like guarding a candle in the dark night, firmly guarding This star of fire.

In fact, the sun god is no longer the object they really protect, what they protect is... their hometown.

The flying sword came to the foot of the city, and before it stopped, Avar jumped down.He walked slowly to the intersection of the two cities, knelt down reverently, and kissed the land with his lips.Half of it is the hardness of red flames, and the other half is softness submerged in yellow sand. What a heartbreaking meaning is contained between the two.

Hong Ming looked at the back of the other party going away, nodded slightly, turned around and told the dark elf, "You wait here first, the city is too dangerous, and the gray robe and I will go into the city first to have a look, before night falls, we will surely kill you." Return." As he spoke, he took out a talisman from his sleeve, "This talisman can help you for a moment, if you are in danger, you can pierce your finger and stain this talisman with blood, and a formation will rise. Unbreakable. In this dangerous situation, please be careful."

There are so many good things.With a humble smile, San reached out and took the piece of silk cloth, stuffing it into his bosom.In a blink of an eye, the two mages ascended to the sky again and headed towards the city.He looked up for a while, until the figures of the two disappeared completely.Sarn slowly swayed to the side of the knight who was still kneeling on the ground and weeping silently, looking at the same scene in front of him boredly.Anyway, it's safe now, I just hope it will continue to be safe in the future.

This time without taking other people, Hong Ming and Leopold flew a little faster, and the whole picture of the whole city was displayed in their eyes in a blink of an eye.All the buildings were either collapsed or glazed, and there was almost no big difference. Hong Ming looked at the gray-robed mage and saw that the spells he cast only flickered and then disappeared. He knew that the prophecy spells could not be used in this city. to any effect.After hesitating for a moment, he finally pointed to the huge crack that almost split the city in two.

"Since the cauldron is here, let's start from here."

Of course, the gray-robed mage had no opinion, and the two went down along the crack.The thinnest part of this crack was three feet away. Standing on the edge of the crack, one could feel the chill beneath it. It is not difficult to imagine the tragic scene of the impact.However, amidst this coldness, Hong Ming also felt a familiar aura, just like the turmoil of the true essence that he felt when Jiuding was born.It's just that more than a thousand years of time have buried the vast spiritual fluctuations of that year, turning into a more mysterious smell, revealing a bit of evil.

Flying to the bottom of the crack, Hong Ming leaned over to touch the jade-smooth surface, sniffed it at the end of his nose, and suddenly a mixture of sulfur essence and elixir floated in his nose.It has not dissipated after thousands of years. The artifact really landed here, but now there is nothing on the ground, so where did the magic weapon come from?

"Did it really be picked up by the Lich King? But didn't you say that the cauldron was made of raging fire, but the Lich is born to be most afraid of flames, not to mention the use of artifacts, maybe they can't even touch them."

"Sacred artifacts are absolutely untouchable by ordinary people. If there is no physical protection, even the ground eroded by erysipelas will not be able to set foot on for a long time, let alone the alchemy itself. Who will pick it up?"

When the two were discussing, in the dark slit behind them, two crimson flames suddenly flashed out of thin air, the two flames blinked, and a huge breath suddenly spewed forward.

"Not good!!" Shocked, the gray robe quickly pulled Hong Ming up and rushed upwards, "This aura! Longwei!! The lich is actually guarded by a giant dragon!"

A huge sound of flapping wings sounded behind the two of them, and they rushed out of the crack with a whoosh. Unexpectedly, the sound chased after them, biting their backs, and rushed into the sun together.

"Impossible!!" Gray Robe roared almost hoarsely, "Bone Dragon! But how could this thing appear during the day!!"

A pillar of fire responded to him, and the ferocious bone dragon spewed out a black flame from its chest, sweeping towards the two of them.With a buzzing sound, it hit the protective barrier supported by the gray robe.

In the engulfing flames, Hong Ming stared intently at a skinny figure with no texture at all next to the bone dragon. That figure was wearing a blood-red mage robe, and his whole body was like a mixture of carrion and charcoal. A pair of pale eyes, the horror is almost indescribable.A slight smile floated on his missing half of his lips, revealing the white teeth underneath.

"Finally sent someone to attack me." The hoarse, sandpaper-polished voice said with a sinister smile, "500 years have passed, can your monarch only send out black robes and gray robes? It doesn't matter, I will Equal hospitality is given to all enemies who dare invade our soil. You will be the beginning of this feast."

"Why... red robe? Red robe lich?" Leopold was already incoherent, stammering as he looked at the Lich King who did not conform to common sense. What the hell is that?!!"

"Hanba." A voice sounded from the side.

"What did you say?" the gray-robed mage yelled at Hongming almost madly.

"This is Hanba." Hong Ming drew out his long sword and pointed at a dragon and a demon in front of him.