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Chapter 85 Changes, resumption III(2/2)

She read it quietly twice in a row.

After listening to Ji Ta's words, Fang Yu turned back to Hongye and said, "But Nicol Bolas is still alive. You and I saw it with our own eyes at Traveler's Rest, Miss Hongye."

Hongye hadn't fully recovered from the sudden huge amount of information, and couldn't help but feel a little confused: "But Ed, what exactly do you want to say..."

Fang Yu's eyes were filled with indifference: "I mean, assuming no one is lying, and if the records are true and credible, what will happen?"

“Don’t forget your fallen enemies, for they will eventually return.”

That somewhat ancient proverb was like a poem, and he read it out gently.

"...More than thirty years ago, the Dragon Cult plotted an ulterior plan to resurrect Nicol Bolas in Dollifon. They chose this place because they discovered that the Dragon's Golden Eyes were hidden in this city.

somewhere."

"Their plan must have been almost successful, so Dolifen turned into a sea of ​​fire, devoured all life, and turned into a resentful soul sleeping underground."

"At the same time, Mazak and his grandfather's line of dragon slayers far away in Istania noticed the resurrection of Nicol Bolas through the changes in the dragon horns. So in

Thirty-three years ago, they left their hometown and came to this swamp thousands of miles away to establish Travelers' Rest..."

Hearing this, Tianlan opened her mouth involuntarily and covered her mouth with her hand.

As if he had seen it with his own eyes, Fang Yu slowly recounted the scene of the past: "But I think Nicol Bolas's resurrection did not go all the way. Something must have happened during the celebration thirty years ago.

An unknown secret, perhaps a group of heroes from that era intervened in the course of history and interfered with the plans of the Dragon Worship Cult."

"That's why Nicol Bolas, who has not fully recovered his strength, has been carefully dormant in the depths of the swamp for the past thirty years, not daring to reveal himself to others."

"Now, Nicol Bolas has regained the Dragon's Broken Claw from her followers, and taken away her lost horn at Travelers' Rest. It has almost returned to its heyday, but only just

There’s still one thing missing.”

Fang Plover looked at his feet.

"That thing is right here. It's called the Dragon's Golden Eyes, the Dark Dragon's Venus Fire, and it's the source of power, and this illusion was born because of it."

He raised his head again and saw that the firelight in the sky seemed to become brighter. The faint light passed through the curtains and fell on his face, making it look a little uncertain.

"But it remains hidden in the mist."

"The Dragon Worshipers are wandering here just to uncover the fog of history and find the thing they must get," Fang Plover replied softly: "Do you still remember the words of the unlucky Jeffrey? What we have to do is

One step ahead of them, clear the fog and reach the other end of the chessboard. The illusion is fair to everyone."

The hero's sword, the poetry of history; tracing the past and uncovering the mystery

Like an invisible voice, echoing in the darkness and emptiness. It made Sylvester lift up and look at the young man with admiration.

"So, what does the fog mean?" Attila frowned and asked in a low voice.

It was at this time that a strange voice came from the other side of the door.

"That is the real reason why Nicol Bolas and the followers of the Dragon Cult lost the Dragon's Golden Eyes in this illusion thirty years ago, and their plan ultimately failed."

"Who?" Hongye looked over there with some vigilance, still a little angry in her heart. She had arranged several people to look out in the corridor outside. Are those people dead, but no one reported the news? But even if they are dead, they

Others in the guild should also be alerted in the team channel.

Others also set their sights in that direction.

Only Fang Yu was slightly stunned, because the first thing he saw was the Nighthawk Selector from Tapolis whom he had met once in Gray Oak Square.

The person who spoke was standing next to the former, a man with a mask and some gray hair.
Chapter completed!
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