In fact, Fang Plover was stunned for a moment before he recognized this place.

Because there have been great changes from before.

Although its furnishings and location are still the same, the floor-to-ceiling arch windows are still inlaid with pieces of colored glass, with religious illustrations on them. The soft light shines through the glass and falls behind a solemn icon.

The image was probably that of a certain saint from Ori, but Fang Pliance didn't recognize it. Only then did he realize that it wasn't that the room had changed, but that the timeline had been pushed back even further.

At that time, this was just a meditation room for the monks in the church to rest. Just looking at the surrounding furnishings, the standards were not low.

Before Fang Plover saw the holy elephant, there were two figures.

One is tall and one is short.

With their backs to the light, their faces could not be seen clearly.

Fang Yu subconsciously wanted to walk in front of the two of them, but he found that no matter how he moved forward, the positional relationship between the three of them never changed.

The dwarf spoke first, his voice a little surprised:

"How dare you come to this place? You don't know that Yossiude is looking for you everywhere. If he knows that you are still alive and come to my place, then both of us will have to walk around without food."

The tall man replied calmly: "I did a trick on Grande, and he thought I was dead. What's more, even if I'm alive, he doesn't know what it has to do with me."

The voice was that of a man, middle-aged.

Fang Yu immediately recognized the tone of the other person. There was no doubt that the dwarf was Hagerston himself. Hagerston was lowering his voice: "Be careful, you don't know how powerful that person is..."

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"No matter how powerful he is, he still won't let you leave with this thing." The middle-aged man said in a joking tone: "Look, these are the limitations of mortals."

The dwarf seemed a little unwilling, muttering something in a low voice.

The middle-aged man looked a little curious: "It seems that you still admire him very much. If so, why did you betray him again?"

"He is a real hero. Of course he is different from you and me. I am determined to go with you, but I have always understood this."

"That's what makes you different, dwarf," the middle-aged man replied: "But I'm different from you, so-called heroes will also grow old one day, but I can wait slowly..."

"This is exactly why I chose this," the dwarf said gruffly: "Give me that thing, and you, you get what you deserve."

"But I still want this city."

"You still want this city!?" the dwarf shouted exaggeratedly.

"Don't worry, it will be a long process, I will be very patient," the middle-aged man replied: "By then, you might have turned into a handful of dust."

The dwarf seemed a little hesitant. He raised his head and looked at the holy elephant, pacing back and forth.

Finally he stood still and raised his head to look at the other person.

Fang Yu didn't wait for the answer.

Because the picture changed again, just like a stone being thrown into the water, the picture spread out, forming a chaotic black mist.

But as he stood quietly, he already had the answer in his heart.

One city, tens of thousands of lives.

But why did a dwarf hero fall so completely?

After the black mist gathered again, it formed a lifeless and mysterious hall. It was located underground somewhere, and there were traces of underground water seeping on the gray walls.

Fang Plover stood quietly in the center of the hall.

There seemed to be the sound of dripping water in the darkness in the distance, ding dong ding dong, beating in my heart.

He looked around and saw reliefs of monsters in the niches on all sides, with wings and tails, scaly claws and dragon-shaped heads.

They seem to be servants of a dragon, but each one is different.

Fang Plover recognized this place.

This is Hostings' underground prison, where the Dragon Cult's altar is located.

A shadow slid out from the corner of the wall. It was a woman. She was covering her shoulder with one hand and seemed to have been seriously injured. The woman slowly walked towards Fang Plover. Her face could not be seen clearly, but she had to make out her figure.

Fang Plover recognized the other person at a glance.

The timeline seems to have returned to thirty years ago

Misu's shadow passed by Fang Plover and walked straight to the altar behind him, silently looking at the girl's body on the altar.

The cold corpse had a twisted dagger stuck in its chest, stained red with blood.

But she closed her eyes peacefully, and folded her hands on her chest, holding them tightly, and her knuckles seemed to be deformed due to excessive force.

Misu looked at it for a moment, and seemed to have discovered something. He pressed his hand on the girl's cold hand and used all his strength to break it open. There was a crisp sound, and a small blood-stained object fell from the girl's hand and fell from the steps of the stairs.

Roll up and down.

Only then did Fang Plover see clearly that it was a brooch.

The half dragon head is particularly eye-catching.

"It's this mark again," Misu said to herself: "These girls are all because of this abominable thing. Look at this little girl, she has so many good years, but she was deceived by these bastards."

Said he was talking to himself.

But the tone didn't sound like he was muttering, but rather talking to someone. Fang Yu almost thought that Ms. Misu had seen him.

But in the dark hall, a somewhat elegant and wise voice replied: "Knight, there is something strange about that mark. It is different from the one you found above."

"What do you say, Aision?"

"Feel it with your dragon slayer power."

Misu suddenly screamed: "This is...!?"

"What's the matter, knight?"

"It's a magic message, with the words left on it"

"Oh? What's the content?"

Misu's tone was a little unbelievable: "Life contract..."

When Fang Yu heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He took a step forward, but as if the phantom felt his mood, it instantly turned into smoke.

There was a faint light of fire in the black mist ahead, and the uneven stone street appeared under his feet. This scene seemed familiar to Fang Plover.

He hesitated for a moment before moving forward firmly.

After clearing the clouds and mist, the gray oak square is ahead.

On the two sides of the square, on one side were the Dragon Worshipers of Misu and Manlo-Hollett. In a sea of ​​fire, corpses were strewn across the square and rivers of blood flowed.

The acolytes of the Dragon Worship Cult in the center formed a huge concentric circle, chanting obscure incantations in unison, and were carrying out the summoning ceremony to the last moment.

In the blood-colored magic circle, the skeleton of a huge creature was slowly taking shape in the black smoke.

And this battle was no different from the scene Fang Pliong had seen before.

Misu and Dict were retreating steadily under the double siege of the Dragon Cultists and the Knights of the Dawn, while the chants of the acolytes became louder and louder, reverberating over the square like a curse.

Just this time.

He and Rune never appeared again

For a moment, under Misu's best efforts to protect him, the older knight found the best opportunity to break into the inner circle.

He cut an acolyte of the Dragon Worship Cult into two pieces with one strike of his sword, but was unable to take another step forward.

The heavy human wall blocked him from the magic circle.

Dict was covered in blood, with a look of despair on his face. The knight looked up to the sky and roared in the siege: "Ms. Marland, where is the light of your bravery!?"

He used all his strength to throw the long sword in his hand towards the host in the center of the magic circle.

Above the layers of black clouds, a ray of light suddenly separated, like a golden sword piercing down from the clouds, reflecting on the knight's sword.

Seven or eight weapons were inserted into the older knight's chest almost at the same time, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood and use his last strength to look at the sword he threw.

"The Beloved of Faith!" Manlo Hollett had a horrified look on his face and shouted hysterically: "Block it!"

But no one could stop this sword full of courage and sacrifice, and the cultists retreated one after another.

Until a huge bone claw stretched out from the black mist, protecting the leader in the center of the formation. There was a clear trembling sound, and the sword blade hit the bone claw, leaving a deep mark there.

Then it bounces out.

It flew diagonally towards the center of the square and landed firmly on the base of the heroic knight statue there with a clang.

The hilt of the sword shook slightly and made a clear trembling sound.

Fang Plover could see it clearly.

It was just an ordinary sword.

Where did the fairy's holy sword come from, Garapea?

But the light slanting down from the clouds reflected the sword blade like a pool of snow light, shining on the base of the statue. At that moment, in this dark city
To be continued...