There is always something wrong with the temple

Bats came first.

Thumb-sized creatures fluttering and appearing suddenly on the road paved with starlight swayed by elves, their black wings and pointed teeth shimmering, their eyes are pure red, like rubies Brighten.

The blood race is the fastest.

Next is the elves.

They come with the greenery of the blossoming flowers, the clear and light fragrance is the taste of nature, and the pointed ears covered by the long silver hair are their unique symbols.

Then, there was a sneaky dragon sticking out its head.

The gray dragon is like an extremely cautious assassin. Its huge body looks a little tense, and its clear and clear scales are shining. The gray dragon's neck is raised behind, and the longan eyes are turning round and round. I don't know who it is looking at.

Behind him, two smaller red dragons sprang out. They were lively and lively, and they wandered wantonly next to the gray dragon.

Just the arrival of these three races has already filled the mid-air of the territory.

Next came the dwarves.

The dwarves are a wonderful race, they appear in a carriage - it is not an ordinary carriage, the whole body is covered with metallic luster, and the fireworks flashing at the joints are like accelerators, the moment they appear in the air, the carriage suddenly becomes It became a small airship, and at the front of the airship stood a stout dwarf brother.

The big dwarf's laughter brought out the orcs behind him.

The orcs are really tall, all of them are more than two meters tall, and their stout figures are wrapped under tight clothes. They are synonymous with strength.

...The existence of those powerful beings that only appeared in legends appeared in an instant, almost deterring the people of those territories.

Wu Su stood at the door with her little hands behind her back, muttering, "I love to show off again."

Aliena stood calmly beside Wu Su, she looked at Mephisto who was standing next to her at the same level, completely unable to see the slightest change of mood from Mephisto's eyes.

Blake was already frightened by the approaching guest.

Its body was a few circles larger than usual, and its scaly tail almost occupied half of the entire street. Inside its big body was a little idiot who loved to cry.

Angus sneered, his big tail gently swept Wusu's ankle.

The emerald green cat pupils lit up for a moment.

As if it was a gentle emotional provocation, the warm breeze covered the consciousness of the people in the territory, as if there had been a drastic change.

Then they found that the overwhelming guests had disappeared.

That is, it is false.

Black belatedly remembered, this kind of phantom ability, could it be...

The gray dragon laughed.

After the dissipated phantoms, those bluffing postures that occupied most of the sky faded by most of them.

The huge gray dragon is still soaring in the sky, and the wings spread out on the back are really big, as if possessing powerful power. With the flapping of the gray dragon, in the inverted garden, the white trees swayed slightly, and the round mushrooms swayed slightly. A lot of spores were swept away by the wind.And on the gray dragon's back, there seemed to be several creatures of different races.

They have different postures and appearances, but each of them possesses a powerful aura.

Marcus stood at the door of the training ground with a cigarette in his mouth, and behind him stood the Chicken McNuggets who were training with him recently.

"These few." Marcus turned to McNuggets and said, "It's as easy as breathing to crush us."

Mephisto and Angus are existences of different levels.

——This is the implicit consensus of everyone in the territory.

but.

Marcus continued to look up at the falling dragon.

That is the extreme that "human" can achieve.

They are not different in any way except race.

There was a long-lost frenzy in Marcus' eyes.

That is the quest for power.

In front of the chamber.

As the gray dragon landed, his figure gradually shrank.

The few "people" sitting on him floated to the ground and stood firmly on the ground.

"It's really you."

Gray Dragon's words sounded a little harsh, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to carry a kind of exclamation and gentle nostalgia that came from ancient times.It's like a lonely and yellowed old photo suddenly added some warm colors.

Wu Su looked at the visitor with his small head tilted.

A gray dragon.

A silver-haired elf.

A seemingly petite bat.

A rugged orc with a tiny dwarf in his arms.

Among the magical human races other than the human race, there are five kinds.

Although there was no surprising scene just now, this was an equally strange meeting.

With Aliena around, most of the subjects went about their own business, and only a few were left with more curiosity and probed their brains.

After the gray dragon shrank rapidly, the body of the gray dragon was still bigger than Black.Curiously, Black huddled behind Wusu and observed the gray dragon that appeared suddenly.

That somewhat familiar aura made the little fat dragon think hard.

Familiar, with a breath of water...

"Ah! You are that kleptomaniac!"

Blake blurted out.

[Please receive the first sightseeing group of the Territory. They are passers-by hidden in the cracks of history. Please let them have a good impression of the Territory! 】

The following system prompts popped up.

The gray dragon slowly replied to Black's words: "How can this be called stealing? This is called friendly interaction."

Blake: Bah!

"No money is stealing."

Gray Dragon continued to laugh: "Who said I didn't give money?"

His eyes were sly, and that queer playfulness and smile made Blake shrink back behind five sous.

This little chubby dragon has shrunk his body to the minimum.

Wu Su:?Sightseeing... Sightseeing tours?

He turned his head to look at these "people".

They looked at Wu Su with a feeling of loss, but also like a nostalgic emotion left in history.

Wu Su thought about it.

Wusu said: "Want to see Wusu's territory?"

The small voice asked softly.

There seemed to be countless emotions in the gray dragon's eyes, and then he looked down at Wusu—he turned into a tall middle-aged man with a small mustache, wearing a jet black soft robe, wearing The soft peaked hat is like an ancient magician walking in ancient times.

The gray dragon glanced at Mephisto who was standing behind Wusu, and then he took Wusu's hand.

Putting his forehead against the back of Wusu's hand piously, he whispered a word.

The tone was very old.

Black, who was relatively close, was in a trance.

This is the language of dragons.

It's like saying.

--Thank God.

Blake didn't understand.

Gray Dragon stood up, his eyes filled with joy, and he looked around at his companion: "Of course I wanted to."

The handsome pale young man who turned into a blood race followed Aliena, and Mina was confused and captured by that petite dwarf as a tour guide. The elves asked questions, while the honest orc brother followed behind the gray dragon.

Mina keenly felt that although the vampire and elf seemed to be talking to someone else, they were obviously paying attention to Wusu's soft introduction.

Even the petite dwarf next to her who was a head shorter than her was the same.

This group of unknown but extremely powerful beings seemed to be targeting Wusu.

Wu Su walked casually on the street with Blake in his arms, rough and hard stones formed the pattern of the street, and the luster of the fire extinguishing bubbles flowed, illuminating a small area.

"This is the alchemy workshop." Wu Su led them through the tavern, and then pointed to the building that was shining with light.

It happened that there was thick smoke coming from inside, and Han Qiu ran out like a shit, followed by two disgraced assistant alchemists.

"I told you all not to break in while I was doing the experiment. If I blow it up a few more times, I won't be able to pay this month's tax!" Han Qiu tugged on her robe in distress, unable to see the original pure white at all.

The half-orc assistant on his right scratched his head, "But you said that you must be reminded to consult Professor Mike at two o'clock in the afternoon."

The big clock on the square has just struck the time.

As it seemed that Han Qiu really said this sentence, his complexion changed again and again, from red to orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

The orc in the sightseeing group said with a smile: "This reminds me of Walson. He used to scold me so angrily, saying that I broke his experimental equipment."

Wu Su thought.

That sentence is in the past tense.

Whoever this Walson had been, he was gone.

The gray dragon sighed.

There was a bit of vicissitudes in his voice, and when he looked at the little fat dragon who was following Wu Su, his expression looked a bit lonely, although this was just a fleeting change in expression for the extremely wealthy gray dragon .

Constantine, the gray dragon, he said with a low smile.

"Back then we asked you for a request.

"Eternal life, we thought it was a rare gift.

"Who among us, who are young and energetic, would have thought that this would also be an eternal curse?"

Black couldn't understand the brokenness in the gray dragon's voice.

It just watched the gray dragon bend down... no, it bent the head of the dragon, "Only Walson chose wisdom."

The lich, who was pure and loves learning, chose wisdom with fanatical excitement.

They used to think that Walson didn't understand the benefits of immortality, and they even kept worrying about Walson afterwards.

"My friend, I will never regret it." Shen Mian smiled at the memory of the past, "I'm afraid you will regret it."

He said: "When I create my own method, I hope you can tell that person for me."

The Lich smiled proudly: "I did it."

Konstantin twitched casually, as if pulling out a small object from some unknown space, and handed it to Wusou cautiously.

Wu Su was stunned, and took the things that Constantine handed over.

It was a small box.

Five sous to open it.

Inside lay a withered finger.

A short cut.

Constantine said: "He invented the life box and lived for 930 years."

It seems that there are countless waves hitting the shore, rolling up the memory bubbles that have settled at the bottom.

I don't know how many years he has lived, but Constantine, who is still the king of the dragon clan, murmured softly, "This is his last wish."