He couldn't help but become curious.

But at this time, the masked man came up from behind and said in a hoarse voice: "Go on, you two, we don't have much time left."

"Mr. Lu En," Fang Yu looked at the latter in surprise: "I didn't expect you to appear in this place."

The man was slightly startled: "You have recognized me before."

"Not just you, but also Mr. Dict. When you left the team, I realized that you might have been witnesses to the disaster thirty years ago." Fang Yu shook his head: "I just didn't expect that you are not only the ones who witnessed the disaster thirty years ago."

Is he a person who has experienced it, or is he the protagonist of that fantasy."

The man sighed, shook his head and took off his mask, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. The face still retained the elegance of his youth, but it was getting older. Although it was still handsome, it was full of vicissitudes of life.

A hideous wound ran through his face from the upper left side to the lower side, slightly destroying the overall beauty.

"I would rather not be the protagonist," he said: "Your name is Ed, right? I watched your game at Travelers Rest that day, and I remember your name wasn't that at the time."

Fang Yu glanced at him slightly surprised, not expecting that the other party was also in the hall at that time: "That was a pseudonym I used. I got into some trouble at the time, but I think Mr. Luen has already met Aitila

Miss and Tianlan, I guess the person they saw at Travelers Rest was not you, right?"

"You are very smart, that is my substitute," Luen replied: "After experiencing what happened thirty years ago, I learned to protect myself, not only for me, but also for everyone in Dolifen.

."

Fang Yu shook his head: "I can't say I'm smart, but no matter how confused Tian Lan is, she is also a carefully selected reserve student of Twelve Color Iris, so she won't have no impression of her employer at all. I still know this."

"Yes, the chosen ones are indeed outstanding talents. If you had been there thirty years ago, Dolifen's ending might have been changed."

"That's not necessarily true. Isn't the Dragon Fire Guild a ready-made example?" Fang Yu replied. He would never have said this in front of the Elf Ruins: "There are all kinds of people among the selectors. Ours

The world is actually not fundamentally different from you."

"Indeed, you are right." Lu En nodded.

"But I still have a question, Mr. Luen," Fang Plover looked at the latter and asked: "If Sylvide and I entered this last illusion with the approval of Miss Shis, then

How did you appear here?"

"My situation is quite special," Lu En replied: "But I also gained her approval before I could enter here."

"Her?" Fang Pliong looked at him quietly and said, "Does it mean Nicol Bolas?"

Lu En glanced at him in surprise.

"I'm very curious," Fang Yu said. "I always thought that the shadow of Nicol Bolas in the Gray Oak Square was the manifestation of the Dragon's Golden Eyes in this illusion. But now it seems that is not the case. That illusion

I’m sure you can give me the answer to what it is, Mr. Luhn.”

But Luen shook his head: "You will understand, Ed, but you don't need me to tell you. If you want to know all this, just follow me, and you will see the truth."

With that said, he left the black mist and walked in first.

Seeing this, Fang Yu hesitated for a moment and then followed.

Then came Sylvide and the maid carrying the stone statue.

Fang Plover walked through the darkness and almost lost the figure of Rune in front of him. Some strange sounds seemed to be lingering in his ears: children's giggles, men's shouts, women's sharp curses, and whispers.

There were also some trivial words and phrases that kept creeping into his ears.

"...monster, bastard!"

"No, don't come over, this is not true..."

"We made an agreement."

"traitor!"

"I won't trust anyone anymore!"

Then his eyes suddenly lit up.

There was a sea of ​​golden red fire, with Lu En's tall figure right in front, silently looking at the entire burning street in front of him, the golden color of the flames reflected on his face.

The man had a look of pain on his face.

Fang Plover raised his head and naturally recognized this place.

Gray oak square.

But at this moment, it is a ruins burning in the sea of ​​fire. The scene of the celebration has long been wiped out. There are people's corpses everywhere, blood and the corpses of some monsters with dragon horns, scales and claws.

If Fang Plover did not admit his mistake, he was the servant of the dragon.

Surrounded by thick smoke, in the center of the square were two people, or to be precise, three.

Misu held a sharp sword and faced off against the Dragon Worshipers not far away. Next to her was Dict, who also held a sword. Even in this situation, the older knight maintained a calm expression.

And Misu held the cold corpse of a girl in her hands.

Some weak girls closed their eyes peacefully.

There was a snake-shaped dagger stuck in her chest, and her hand hung down limply, but she was holding a brooch tightly in her hand. She held it so hard that she kept this position until her death.

That's Shizu.

When Fang Yu saw this scene, he was speechless. Although he had expected it, it was a different feeling when he actually saw it.

Not far from the two people in the center of the square.

The huge magic circle in the square was glowing slightly.

And it seemed like something huge was slowly emerging from there.

The earth trembled.

It seemed that the entire city, which was in flames, was shaking.

Among the Dragon Worshipers, Man Luo was laughing wildly and screaming: "Dear Miss Dragon Slayer, I didn't expect that I was the better one. What your ancestors were able to accomplish seventy years ago does not mean that

You can also do this game of chess."

He replied loudly: "I still win."
Chapter completed!