After thinking for a while, Fang Lue answered this question.
And his answer was extremely simple: "Of course I am qualified."
The wanderer was startled slightly and looked at him with narrowed eyes. On the pale face that originally belonged to Count Silin-Spika, the thin lips were pursed tightly, and the depths of his eyes were flashing with a gaze that was thinking about its meaning.
But he took a step forward, opened his mouth, and told him a noun almost silently.
That silent language is like a sharp sword that reflects the cold light, reflecting the snow-white face of the wanderer. It is also like the refraction of a piece of glass, narrow and sharp, reflecting into the depths of his eyes, and straight into The coldness of people's hearts made the latter take a step back involuntarily.
The wanderer shuddered, almost breaking the spell.
The atmosphere in the square was almost frozen for a moment, and the young scholar unexpectedly raised his head and looked in this direction.
Eve's tearful eyes wandered between Fang and the wanderer. She had never seen her adoptive father look like this before. He was silent, cold, and even a little inhumane, as if there was nothing in the world. It was worth his casual glances.
At this moment, the expression on his face was almost twisted and ferocious, and he opened his mouth as if to reveal a mouthful of white fangs. He was looking at Fang's story buried in the deepest part of his heart with an incredible look. The deep wall and the woman in the castle were just like a pale shadow floating across the depths of his heart.
It made his hair stand on end involuntarily. Those were the most panicked days in his life. Those ulterior secrets he thought had been completely sealed in time and became nightmares that he never wanted to look back on.
And those days have all turned into one name at this moment.
What Fang said is
"Eve, I met your mother."
"She looks a lot like you."
The tears on the girl's face burst out in an instant.
That name is Chrissy Rogers.
"Shut up," the wanderer lost his composure for the first time, with veins protruding from his forehead, while Delis's voice became sharp and high-pitched, and she let out a scream that could pierce the air: "You have no right to mention she!"
But Fang just opened the Lone King's Pride with a click, and the silver arm armor opened its shell and slid to the ground, revealing the scarred arm underneath due to the overload of magic power.
He didn't directly answer what Rangers said.
Because he was asking Miss Tata a question in his mind:
"Miss Tata, I am not an Oath Keeper, how can I do that?"
In the darkness of the spiritual world, Miss Goblin raised her head and looked at her quietly. She stared at the young man silently for a moment, then quietly asked: "Mr. Knight, this is a road of no return. Do you really want to do that?"
"I had no choice," Fang replied: "As you can see, I had to do that to protect everyone around me."
"I had to make a choice, and that was Ms. Misou's answer, and it was mine."
"Nini may be able to help you, Mr. Knight."
"Papa" Little Dragon Soul tilted his head and looked at him, shouting in a sweet voice.
Fang turned around and looked at his 'daughter' tenderly.
He didn't know what the consequences would be if he did this. But it is very likely that this is the last time he will see his two Dragon Soul ladies.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and touched Nini's silky flame hair. Then he raised his head again, looked at Miss Tata, and replied: "Thank you, Tata will take you to more places, but I didn't expect that it might stop here."
"Perhaps not, Mr. Knight."
Tata replied.
She said quietly: "The dragon wings you saw covered the sky and cast a shadow over the earth. The prophecy about death you saw at Traveler's Rest, but do you still remember what saved you at that time?"
"Isn't it you, Miss Tata?"
Tata shook his head: "Do you still remember what Priest Tada said?"
"Cang Zhihui?"
"perhaps."
Fang was silent for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head. He may have understood something, but at the moment, it was too late to think carefully about what the prophecy of Tada Sacrifice actually meant.
"Then I'll go," he said, "Miss Tata."
The goblin lady looked at him calmly and nodded with a rare tenderness.
The darkness in Fang's eyes receded, and the long conversation in the spiritual world was just a moment to the real world.
The wanderer had just shouted those words hysterically, and he had already raised his head. Deep in the dark pupils, there were two golden flames, which seemed to be burning out, piercing the darkness and looking directly at Count Xilin Spica in front of him.
Fang gently clenched his fist and answered word by word:
"I am the bloodline heir of the Grossl family."
"This is my qualification"
These words were like a bolt of lightning that struck the other party.
The sword in the wanderer's hand fell to the ground with a loud sound.
Seeing this scene, a flash of enlightenment flashed through Fang's heart.
He had long expected that the other party's identity was inseparable from the Grossl family. Ever since he listened to Nicol Bolas's story, he understood that the so-called 'Alt Ellingland' was definitely not the other party's first identity. .
Where does that dark and ancient knowledge come from? Whether it is the changes in Toragotos, the origin of Luo Lin, the girl in the castle, the emblem of the running wolf, all the clues seem to point to The long, frost-covered fjords of that cold country.
That ancient and dark land is the birthplace of the Logosl family. However, countless secrets have been buried there since the time of the ancient king. He believed that the three names written in the diary must be deeply related to that ancient family, and there must be secrets hidden behind them that people could not imagine.
And the secret end is currently tied to the mysterious wanderer in front of him.
Who is he and where does he come from?
He just tried it out and achieved unexpected results.
The other person's so-called experiences similar to his own when he was young are not consistent with Alt Ellingland's life experience. He may not have realized it himself, but his unintentional words left the biggest loophole. But unfortunately, the young man in front of him
Also holding in his hand is a scepter from an arrogant man.
One end of the scepter was held in the hand of a slender, pale, undead man with empty eyes. The other person's deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the shadows of time and fall directly on him. And the family crest on the chest of his tattered robe is the running wolf of winter.
It seems that at this moment, it is not only about seeking justice, but also a series of blood feuds.
The girl of Elspear Castle, the resting ghost of Dolifen, the moment the scepter was handed over to Fang's hand, the story behind her had already begun. And this moment is by no means the end.
If this is not a qualification?
Then what truth is there in this world?
This is the first time that Fang feels the power of fate. But it is by no means an unchanging cycle, but the vision that people are pursuing. They come together to push an ordinary person to such a position step by step. The so-called current situation and the so-called heroes are actually just ordinary people who have to make choices like him.
And Fang doesn't know what he can afford...
But all he knew was that at this moment he had no way to make any progress.
And at this moment.
The anger in his heart had already turned into golden flames, and the Dragon King's blood was burning in his body. It was as if he felt the same feeling as Ms. Misu for the first time, and the power of the dragon descended on him. Eve's eyes widened as she watched the dense scales growing layer by layer on Fang's arms.
"Dragon Heart...?"
Delis made a strange cry from her mouth.
The wanderer immediately turned around and looked at his daughter with cold eyes: "Did you give him the dragon's heart!?"
But Eve said nothing, only looked at this scene with a pale face and cold hands and feet. She never thought that Dragon Heart could have such an effect. Mr. Ed turned into a dragon. How could this happen? Will he become the next Dragon King Lifgard, or will he become the puppet of the Dark Dragon King?
She fell to her knees on the ground, wondering what she had done wrong.
The Rangers turned around and felt threatened by Fang for the first time.
But at this moment, where neither of them noticed, the bone dragon suddenly shook its body and slowly stood up from the ground. In its dark eye sockets, two points of burning phosphorus fire were looking in this direction. But after a while, it slowly looked back.
In the direction of its gaze, the soil on the ground loosened a bit. Then under the shadow there, a layer of stone slabs with sliding gravel was pushed open, and a small, short, fat hand stretched out from it.
Then the pudgy sphere, a Papalar, emerged from there like a prairie dog. Behind him is a human nightingale girl, and behind him are two people, or rather, one person, and a humanoid creature that might be called a 'human'.
The bone dragon glanced at the latter, then retracted its bone wings and turned back.
In the Supreme Plaza, after being briefly shocked, the Wanderer finally calmed down again. "Dragon Heart, Dragon Gold," he sighed softly: "But fortunately, Lifgard's soul is not in you. You have no real power of the Dragon King. At best, you are just a shadow of Nicol Bolas. "
Then he raised his hands as he spoke, and an unformed storm once again unfolded behind him.
But the next moment, he saw a double image superimposed on Fang. At that moment, the wanderer was stunned and his eyes widened.
The pointed horns, long tail, claws as sharp as knives, and long hair like flowing flames. He/she raised his/her head, revealing his snow-white teeth and pointed fangs, flashing with the unique cold light of the dragon's teeth. "Nico Bolas?" 'Deris' behind the wanderer was shocked: "No, how could that be? Do you have dark power?"
"Who are you anyway?"
But Fang didn't answer.
The wanderer waved his hand, and the dark storm behind him suddenly took shape. He pointed forward again, and the raging storm immediately drew twisted shadows and rushed towards the front.
But Fang seemed indifferent. The cold light flashing in his golden pupils reflected this scene. Then he raised his paw and gently grabbed the spell, grabbing it as if it were a substance. It was like tearing off a huge curtain, and the entire The spell storm was pulled down from mid-air.
He held it lightly, and the spell immediately fell apart. The elemental ether turned into dust in his hand and fell to the ground.
Then he took a step forward.
Just this step.
There was a lingering shadow in the sight of everyone in the square, including the homeless people.
But before the shadow dissipated, Fang appeared next to the latter in the next moment, swiping at the wanderer with a backhand claw. But the Wanderer also reacted very quickly, turned around, raised his right hand to block the attack and made a loud bang. The moment the two of them met, the air suddenly shook, creating a distorted area.
Then Fang stepped back, turned around again, and the next moment, the wanderer saw a shadow sweeping toward him from the corner of his eye.
Dragon Tail Strike.
The wanderer blocked it with his hand, and there was another loud noise, the air flow flew up, and a sharp piercing sound was produced under the bottom of the pit, causing the weakest young scholar among the group to scream and cover his ears.
After Fang Yi retreated, his claws touched the ground, leaving a deep mark like a knife cutting tofu. Then he moved forward again and launched an attack. In an instant, everyone heard an explosion, and the dust on the ground shook, and then they separated to both sides.
The few people saw that the moment they were rushing forward, a cone of gas appeared in front of them. Then he passed through the cloud cone, appeared in front of the wanderer like a flash, and swung his claw at the wanderer again.
The air torn between the sharp claws almost created a white vortex.
The vortex swept across the ground of the square, and immediately the stone slabs at the bottom of the square shattered with a 'click' sound.
However, the Wanderer still retreated and blocked. After blocking seven or eight times in a row, he struck back with his hand, stretched out his claws to block, and then retreated. Between the two fights, everyone could only see two shadows intertwined in the square for a moment.
At this time, they separated again.
The Wanderer took a step back and looked at Fang Fang with a look of lingering fear on his face, while Delis behind him sneered: "It turns out that he is just a new Sky Knight. Although such a young Sky Knight is rare. But with someone like you With your power, and your new dragon soul, if you can do anything to me, I'm afraid you are overestimating your capabilities."
However, his words did not receive any response for a while.
Because in front of him, square golden pupils were burning with endless anger, looking at him coldly.
In fact, from the moment the dragon's golden blood poured into his heart, Convenience almost lost control of himself.
It seemed that he could only hear a huge and majestic pulsing sound in the endless void, exploding in his heart one after another. If it weren't for Tata and Nini, he might have succumbed to the dark will long ago. And even at this moment, he could only manage to maintain the last trace of consciousness.
Only a strong and firm will still lingers in his soul.
That is to interrupt the opponent's spell casting.
Completely end this fatal cycle.
Because that's what he promised Miss Eve.
Fang took a heavy breath, and then struggled to squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth:
"Is it?"
Before he finished speaking, he flashed again and immediately continued to rush forward.
The wanderer sneered when he saw this. The other party had lost his mind, but as he said, this little power alone couldn't do anything to him. It's just that this young man has wasted enough of his time. Seeing that the dismantling of the spell is about to succeed, he no longer wants to continue like this.
He stretched out his right hand, and the sword in the square in the distance seemed to be guided by an invisible force and flew back to his hand automatically.
Next, this will be the final blow
The wanderer raised his sword, the cold light of the blade reflecting the endless tranquility in his eyes. The battle a hundred years later was so similar to that of Yoshid, but it was time to end it all, he thought.
He raised his sword.
But the next moment, an indifferent expression froze on his face.
At that moment, the wanderer's face showed a look of extreme disbelief and shock. His movements seemed to slow down several times at once. He could only watch as Fang's fist missed his own blade. Slowly wave towards yourself.
But he didn't even notice the scene.
Because in his eyes, at the far end of the square, under the shadow there, two people were slowly walking out and standing behind Fang one by one.
one.
Wearing a purple robe, with a full head of black hair, and holding the royal staff of Corin Ithurion, he only looked at this scene with indifferent eyes. It seems that everything is the same as what the other party saw in that unprecedented battle a hundred years ago.
And another.
He was also holding a long staff, but under his robe, his white ribs were exposed. On top of a somewhat ridiculous skull head, two eye holes were staring at him in the dark.
On the long staff in its hand, the running wolf emblem is lifelike.
Both men chanted incantations and pointed their staffs at him.
In that moment, the wanderer felt as if time had slowed down hundreds of times.
And Fang's fist was moving forward bit by bit, hitting the bridge of his nose impartially at a speed visible to his naked eyes.
"This punch," Fang grinned, revealing his white teeth.
He read word by word through gritted teeth:
"In the name of revenge."
One punch.
There was a loud bang.
In everyone's shocked eyes.
The wanderer flew away like a kite with its string broken.
As soon as Fang fell to the ground, at that moment, a trace of doubt actually flashed in his heart.
Why did the other party hesitate at the last moment? But the same hesitation did not appear in Fang at this moment. He only stayed for a moment, and his figure continued to move forward in an instant, as if a shadow caught up with the wanderer who was still in mid-air, and then he punched hard again.
The Wanderer immediately turned toward the ground and crashed into the pit, raising a cloud of dust. Fang then landed on the ground, released his paws, and looked in that direction to the square, where the raised dust had not yet dispersed. However, it was already quiet.
The spell was interrupted.
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