"Mr. Dict?" Hongye looked at the knight who suddenly started talking to himself with some surprise, not understanding what he meant.
Thirty years ago, there was a battle here. The other party said it as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
In the deep and empty corridor, the elderly knight's voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear. He seemed not to have heard Hongye's words, and walked forward with rustling footsteps, stopping somewhere in the darkness:
"I retreated here, and Miss Misu was forced to the other side——"
"Miss Misou, who is that? Mr. Dicker, when are you talking about? I didn't know that anyone in the illusion had been here before."
Dict was still talking to himself: "Dragon worshipers came from all directions and surrounded us. I raised my sword to meet the enemy, but the sword was knocked away."
Hongye finally heard a hint of suspicion.
She turned back to look at Parker, and the Papalar shook his head at her in confusion, waving his chubby hands to disclaim responsibility: "Don't look at me, I didn't do anything, it's none of my business!"
"I didn't say it was any of your business."
"That's not necessarily the case. If I hadn't said that, you would have shirked your responsibility. I've seen this kind of thing a lot, and you still have to learn something."
"you shut up."
"I'm serious, Miss Hongye, that guy is very poor. Look at his sword, it looks quite valuable, but I didn't expect it to be useful." Parker said while turning around with great effort. , and took out a dagger from the girdle.
Hongye had noticed the clinking thing hanging on the back of Papalar's back early on. She didn't even know when he hung it up.
But I didn't expect that it would come naturally.
When she took a closer look, she realized that it was actually a broken sword.
The blade of the sword is slender, and the sword and guard are unfolded like leaves. It is made of fine steel and shimmers in the darkness.
The sword was a good sword, but the blade was broken off at a third of the point. The fracture was like a glass crack, a little worn, and the edges seemed to have been polished a little smooth.
"Wait, is this Mr. Dickert's sword? When did you steal it? I mean when did it break?"
Hong Ye was slightly startled.
She still vaguely remembered that when the elderly knight fought alongside them in the city hall, the sword in the other party's hand was still intact.
Maybe it broke after that?
But this section does not appear to be new.
"What, what? I picked this up, but I haven't had time to return it to Mr. Dickert yet." Parker's eyes widened: "How could I like this thing? It is much worse than my Nightingale Sword. "
"It's the Thief's Sword, stolen from you and the Brass Dragon."
"Oh, that's because I remembered the name wrongly. You know, the racial talent of Papalar people is that their memory is not very good."
Hongye didn't bother to pay attention to this guy who talked nonsense.
She turned back, wondering why Dict didn't react at all, but then she realized that the other person had been standing there with a calm expression, as if he was deep in thought.
He stood there for a long time.
After noticing the latter's gaze, he raised his head and said, "It has been here for thirty years."
"Um?"
Hongye's eyes suddenly widened.
I saw the older knight slowly reaching out his hand, holding it in the air, and pulled out a sword from the darkness.
The blade of the sword was long and slender, and the sword and guard were unfolded like leaves. It was made of fine steel and shone palely in the darkness——
Parker looked at the sword, then looked at his hand. There was a clang in his hand and the sword fell to the ground.
The sudden sound spread far along the corridor.
It shocked both of them.
"What are you doing, are you crazy!?" Hongye stared dumbly at this guy who failed to achieve anything but failed.
"I, I, I..." Parker also panicked. In this quiet place, he didn't know how far this sound could spread. I'm afraid it can be heard on several floors above and below. He himself is an expert in covert operations, so he naturally knows this.
Among the three, only the older knight looked calm.
He crossed his sword, looked at the other end of the corridor in the darkness, and said to the two of them calmly: "They are here."
Hongye raised his head in shock, only to hear a burst of footsteps coming from the front in the darkness.
And there seemed to be a noise behind him——
Within a moment, a group of people wearing black robes hurriedly appeared at the corner of the corridor ahead. They were the same group of Dragon Worshipers they had met in the Great Holy Cathedral.
When the other party saw them startled, they dispersed left and right.
"Back, back!" the Papalar man's stammering voice shouted from the side.
Hongye turned around and saw a fluorescent light emerging from the darkness there. In the fluorescent light were a group of Dragon Worshipers who were wearing the same clothes as the people in front of them.
But the latter's face was pale, like the reflection of the dead - the ghost who died in this place thirty years ago.
Whether it was a coincidence or some other reason, the living and the dead appeared in this place at the same time. But what made Hongye frown was that the older knight's previous words flashed through her mind subconsciously.
Dragon worshipers came from all directions and surrounded us——
And this scene is happening now.
Without saying a word, Hongye summoned his Annihilator QV700.
Although Parker was trembling with fear, he also raised the magic heavy crossbow in his hand - but the Papalar man said with a cry: "What should I do? I have run out of explosive crossbow bolts..."
A figure stood in front of him.
It was an elderly knight standing with his sword across. The moonlight in the darkness seemed to be focused on him. Parker opened his mouth wide and saw that the rust on the antique magic armor on his body was peeling off.
The mottled Marlan Holy Emblem is becoming clear again, the dim gold-inlaid decorations are shining brightly, and the old magic furnace no longer makes a bellows-like sound. The magic core crystal inside is glowing in the dark environment. It became extremely dazzling.
But only Dickt's gray-haired face remained unchanged after thirty years of hardship.
The knight's eyes seemed to contain the reflection of the past. He held the sword tightly in his hand, and the justice and faith in his heart were always firm, and he slashed forward.
A silver glow.
A Dragon Worshiper happened to rush forward. In his eyes, Dict's sword was only about level 10 when it was drawn, and there were traces of the sword's shadow.
The latter uses a snake-shaped short sword and blocks it by raising the sword. But in his astonished gaze, the knight's sharp sword was like a phantom, intersecting with his dagger.
If the sword breaks, the person dies.
The silver short blade flew out in a swirl and inserted into the wall.
Parker's eyes reflected a warm rose color, which was like a rain of blood in the sky. The older knight simply made a horizontal slash and missed the Dragon Cultist - half of the latter's body flew up and fell heavily to the ground.
Under the moonlight, among the rolled flesh and blood, the spine was white and smooth, with a smooth section. Blood gushed out from the fracture, and internal organs and dirt were scattered all over the floor.
The corpse still had an expression of disbelief.
When he drew his sword, he was just a guard of Marlan, a mediocre tribune of a tenth-level lumber camp, an old knight with a weathered face, who seemed to have done nothing and had been trapped in the mountains and forests all his life.
A man who is almost out of touch with the times.
At least this is the older knight Fang Plover saw——
And he stood up with his sword sheathed, and the breath on his body was already the crown of the Temple of Courage. From fifty years ago to the present, there were a total of seventy-four crowned knights in Kaolin, and each of their names was recorded in the Saint of Malan. The heroic wall of the temple.
A golden mark flashed on the sword in Dick's hand.
"Seal of the Crown!?"
Hongye looked at the older knight in disbelief and blurted out: "Mr. Dickert, who are you?"
The older knight didn't answer.
With a flick of the sword in his hand, the blood beads on the blade were sprinkled on the corridor like a line, causing the Dragon Worshipers to stop.
The leader of the cultists stopped and reached out to stop his colleagues. He raised his head and looked at the knight standing in front of him, and took a breath of air:
"Dickett Trewell, you are indeed in this illusion, you are really haunted——"
Hongye was slightly startled, and a name flashed in his mind. "Tliwell...Mr. Dickert, I know who you are..."
Roban Triwell, a legendary hero on the human side in the Battle of Byrne.
The ambiguous love affair and legendary story between the former and the elf princess Brianne have been the most talked about among adventurers and ordinary people in Kaolin for many years.
But Hongye knows some unknown secrets. The beginning of the legendary adventure thirty years ago was actually triggered by another incident.
Before his famous encounter with the Elven Princess, Sir Roban had been living in the Elpahim region, tracking down the activities behind a cult that led to the encounter between the heroes of the Battle of Byrne.
That earliest story——
It's because he is looking for the whereabouts of his father who disappeared more than thirty years ago.
Few people know that the father of this legendary hero was once the first crowned knight of the Marlan Temple of Elpahim. Owner of the Crown of Righteousness.
Hongye was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
"You are Sir Roban's father, the man he has been looking for thirteen years ago."
Dickert heard the name.
Then he turned back and glanced at Hongye.
The eyes are a little gentle.
…
The billowing smoke looked like several black dragons, hanging upside down in the sky.
The fire was getting closer and closer, and Fang Plover's hand holding the Scepter of Regret began to sweat at some point, and his palms were soaked with moisture. He raised his head and looked around. The crowd had gathered.
A swarm of heads.
It was men, women, old people, children, everyone's eyes were focused on him, with uneasiness and hope, trust and suspicion.
Fang Yu suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility.
Although he knew that everything in front of him was just an illusion. These people in front of me had all died in the fire thirty years ago.
The black flames even burned out their stars——
So that no one could escape from Dolifen, and this shocking disaster was buried layer by layer by the Kaolin royal family and local rulers.
The major temples did not make the sound they should have.
And these people were just forgotten.
"Everyone, please follow me in an orderly manner and give priority to protecting women, the elderly and children. I will not abandon you, and I hope you will not abandon the honor and courage of this city."
Fang Plover held the staff in his hand and spoke softly.
Strangely enough, his voice was not loud, but he seemed to have a power of his own - as soon as he opened his mouth, the crowd fell silent.
In the intricate alleys like a spider web in the upper city, a torrent of people slowly moved forward.
At the front of everyone, Fang Plover held his staff high. Some people were panicked and uneasy, but no one spoke. People watched each other and moved forward silently.
The shining kingdom authority in the field of vision seemed like a flag. It guides the direction in which people’s hearts gather.
Fang Yu saw someone pushing through the crowd and coming to him, sweating profusely. He was a middle-aged man with slight baldness and some fat. The other party plucked up the courage to rush in front of everyone, but he looked very humble in front of him, and was a little at a loss.
He stammered: "Sir...I'm sorry, but have you seen my daughter? I searched the whole street and couldn't find her. I think she may not know that something happened here..."
Fang Yu looked at this man.
The other person looks slightly older than in the frame, but still has the same kind and kind look.
"I remember you, you are the male owner of that pottery workshop, right?"
"Ah!" The man was so surprised that he said, "Sir, I... I once delivered a batch of goods to the city hall, and I met you from a distance. I didn't expect that you would still remember me..."
He stammered and added: "My, my wife passed away early. Sir, my daughter is really important to me. I swore in front of my deceased wife that I would protect her... but..."
Fang Yu asked: "Your daughter is a student of Holliday College, right?"
The man's face turned pale: "...I guarantee she has nothing to do with those fanatics. Sir, she is a good child."
"She is indeed a good girl," Fang Yu replied: "Don't worry, she is fine... A brave lady rescued her. They went to the front first. Maybe you can meet her later."
The man's face seemed to light up, full of joy.
"Really, my lord?"
Fang Yu was silent for a moment and only nodded vigorously. "Really, I also saw her with a boy. The boy introduced himself and said his name was Hu Di——"
The man laughed naively: "My daughter is very good, haha. It's normal for some young people to pursue her."
His voice choked up as he spoke: "Thank you so much, sir. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do..."
The man couldn't help but feel a little ashamed on his face: "I really can't believe that some people once secretly said bad things about you, and I actually listened to their slanders... My lord, you are definitely the best consul in Dolifen... Next time I I’ll give those guys a good rebuttal.”
Fang Yu felt the staff in his hand tremble slightly.
He tightened his grip on the staff.
Suddenly there was a terrifying scream from behind.
Fang Plover turned around and saw only a pair of long wings rising from the billowing smoke in the direction of the Gray Oak Square. It was slightly varicose, as if it was adapting to this long-awaited new life.
The mark of the loyalist on his chest lit up slightly, and the fear mixed with the screams faded a lot, but even so, the power still remained.
The roar of the dragon's golden dragon's resurgence was still like this to him.
The impact on others is self-evident.
The crowd rioted, and the people behind screamed in fear: "Oh my God, what kind of monster is that!?"
The people behind began to push forward, and the originally orderly team began to become chaotic. Everyone rushed forward, but only Fang Plover turned around.
The man was frightened and hurriedly grabbed him: "Sir, be careful, there is a monster behind you, please leave quickly, I saw it flying..."
"...That monster is so big!"
But Fang Yu shook his head.
He raised his head and saw the dark dragon swooping down from mid-air.
Shadows cover the sky.
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