Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 754 The Destroyed Dragon Realm and Gate

The keel is undoubtedly the highest-grade precious material in the Road to Glory, and the grade of equipment linked to the keel often starts at the epic level, which is determined by the extremely high quality of the keel itself.

However, the keel is not a rare thing. After all, the world of [Road to Glory] has undergone several generations of civilization changes. The corpses of giant dragons and sub-dragons are buried somewhere on this continent. As long as you run hard enough , coupled with a little bit of luck, there is always a chance to find some clues related to the dragon bones.

The place where dragon bones appear most often is at the northern end of the mainland, which belongs to the territory of the undead. On the extreme northern ice sheet-the bone dragon is the highest-level unit of the undead.

According to the graphic documents, the environment of the "Dragon Realm" where the giant dragon lives is very similar to the extreme arctic ice sheet, both of which are low temperature and cold places. Therefore, those "scholars" players infer that they want to find the Dragon Realm and the living The giant dragon is going to the extreme arctic ice field to find clues.

Even for this reason, around 1463 in the game time, players set off a frenzy of expeditions to the extreme arctic ice sheet - after all, in a western magical game world, there has been no real dragon appearing, which is too regrettable ,Is not it?

When Cyril was a player, he had looked forward to the dragon, and even denounced the plan with other players-do you understand what players want to see and play?Dragons Dragons, we want to see dragons!

However, at this moment, he knew why there were no dragons in the Year of the Dragon, why until the 1460s, the game time has progressed for more than [-] years, and the version has been replaced by seven major versions and more than [-] smaller versions, but there has been no dragon. See live dragons appear.

Because, in this world, there are no giant dragons.

Longyu cannot be a magic plain. The essence of the magic plain is to reproduce a scene of a certain civilization era, a memory engraved in a long time.This memory will not be the past of a certain existing thing. For example, the Arcadia Empire still exists, and it is impossible for the Magic Plain to reproduce a period of time and space in the history of the Arcadia Empire.

But combined with Sigrid's words, the magic plain in front of him is clearly the "Dragon Realm".

Without the Dragon Domain, there would be no giant dragons.

Cyril withdrew her consciousness and looked at Sigrid. The blond dragon lady had stopped crying, but her dragon tail was drooping listlessly, and her dragon wings and horns had been put away. Came back from the blow.

Although she has long since vanished into the dust of history and has become a part of the thousands of lives that have been crushed by the end, she can still exist here in the form of a living body...

In other words, she may be the last dragonborn in this world.

"Sigrid?" Cyril asked in a low voice. The latter tried to speak, but found that his voice was extremely hoarse. He coughed twice before he opened his mouth and said:

"I'm fine... As you can see, this is a magic plain, the core of which is the magic plain of Dragon Realm."

She turned around and started to walk in the direction of Cyril's previous consciousness exploration, "Since I brought you in, I will take you out... I have sensed that this magic plain is composed of multiple magic The plains are pieced together, I am only familiar with this part of the Dragon Realm, you follow me closely, if you are involved in other plains, I am not sure to protect you."

"Why did we come in?" Gru asked from behind.

"There are remnants of the dragon here." Sigrid said without turning her head, "You have also seen this full-body suit... I mean how good the quality of these two dragons is, but they are not The core of this magic plain shows that there are still more high-grade objects left in it."

"I can't guarantee what it is. It may be a treasure, it may be a weapon, or it may be something else, but there is a considerable chance that it will help you, Adrian, in your next actions."

She glanced at Cyril with some disgust, "After all, the equipment on your body is really shabby... I've never seen such shabby clothes... Extraordinary? It's really shameful."

Cyril was a little embarrassed - except for a set of Adonis' cursed armor, there was nothing else he could get out of. Even this set of cursed armor could only be regarded as an average level in terms of its own attributes. , is really not enough to watch.

In other words, he was fighting with the streaker, there was almost no difference.

"If you want to fight against pollution, the support of the equipment is necessary. A complete set of full-body armor can provide excellent resistance to pollution, and ensure that your own magic power will not be eroded, while maintaining your sanity... Those dirty 'voices' are The most difficult thing to guard against is that in my era, even the sword masters who have climbed the White Tower have cases of being disturbed by it."

"And I...have little ability to resist against the filth of the God of Nature. After leaving the magic plain, I can provide you with very little help in the battle. Therefore, you'd better pray that what is here is one High-grade equipment can help you."

Cyril nodded deeply.

A group of them were moving forward, with two giant dragons carrying them flying, and the speed of their progress was quite fast.

There are many magic traps and the interference of the companion species of the magic plain, but Sigrid is familiar with this, and the traps written in the dragon language are destroyed by her before they are activated, and most of the companion species are It was a creature with thin dragon blood, such as a wyvern, or something like a dragon fly or a poisonous dragon. As the heir of a purebred dragon blood, she only needed one look to make it lie down obediently.

This is the absolute bloodline suppression among monsters, and it is better than a big enough fist.

They passed through the huge buildings, and there were traces left in dragon language everywhere around them.These texts are not used to communicate with dragons, or to record history-they are the longest-lived species in the world, and their history does not need special records.These characters are like human magic runes, one by one like cuneiform characters, but the strokes are more distorted, each character has a unique magic power, and even a character corresponds to a spell of the forbidden level.

Cyril couldn't read these words, but Sigrid had been sitting quietly on the head of the green dragon, engraving those words in her heart.

In this way, they arrived at the final location that Cyril's previous consciousness had explored, where the complete keel was located.

The keel was as white as jade, lying there in a prone position, with one dragon claw facing forward, pressing on the ground with force, as if a giant dragon just waking up was stretching its waist.

Even from the bone dragon army of the undead, there is no such a complete keel to be found - most of the bone dragon bodies have been damaged, and many places are made of bones from other monsters. It doesn't come out, but if you are familiar with bone dragons enough to observe carefully, you will find how different the real keel is from the rest of the patchwork.

"The magical breath here..." Cyril closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then noticed something unusual.

"This is the magic power center of the magic plain." Sigrid nodded, "It seems that your luck is not very good - if this keel is the core of the magic plain."

There was sadness in her beautiful eyes, and then she jumped off the green dragon's back, landed gently beside the keel, and touched the crystal-like jade keel with her hands.

"The vortex of magic power is here, one circle, one circle, gathering here..."

She whispered, "Whose descendant are you, what have you experienced, what do you want to convey by staying here..."

Cyril was still sitting on the green dragon's back, Miss Elf stood beside him, suddenly squatted down, and whispered in Cyril's ear:
"Clan, did you see that?"

"Which one?"

Miss Elf stretched out her arm, pointing to the position where the keel and dragon wings intersect with the body, "See there, there is a crack."

Cyril looked there, and sure enough, he saw an obvious depression in the bone at the root of the dragon's wing.

He landed lightly in the depression, and found that it was a mark made from bottom to top, so he simply fell into the body of the keel, and when he sank to the position of its chest, he found another gap.

The sternum of this keel was punched with a hole nearly one person wide, which penetrated the dragon's body from bottom to top—perhaps this was the fatal wound of the dragon's death.

He continued to look down, and there was thick snow under the dragon's body, the snow was so deep that more than half of the dragon's legs were buried.

He suddenly thought of a question.

"Sigrid." Cyril shouted, "If this magical plain reproduces a scene belonging to the dragon domain, then... this giant dragon, no, this keel should have been kept like this all the time. action, right?"

"Yes." Sigrid's voice came from the dragon's tail.

"Then no one should be able to move the dragon's bones and put it in such a shape deliberately?"

"Of course." Sigrid replied decisively.

"But look, isn't the posture of this giant dragon when it died too much, too comfortable?"

"Perhaps its fall was at that moment, destroying its vitality from the depths of the spirit, so it maintained this movement." Sigrid replied.

"But... this wound, how should I explain it?"

"Ok?"

Sigrid's figure flashed, and she appeared at the position where Cyril was. She looked at the gap on the sternum thoughtfully, and then her right hand suddenly turned into a dragon's claw, and flames wrapped around it, and as she pushed hard towards Press the bottom, and the snow under the dragon's body melts instantly, turning into gurgling water, flowing towards the surroundings.

"This..." Cyril stared closely at the place where the snow had melted, and when the snow completely disappeared, what appeared in front of him made him fall into silence.

It was a round, closed "door".

This door is even bigger than the body of the giant dragon. It is hard to see what material it is made of. It has a dull metallic luster, but when Cyril reached out and tapped it lightly, there was no metal. sound.

The outstretched dragon claws of the giant dragon pressed against the center of the door, and the broken part of its sternum was slightly lower than the center of the door.

"The fatal injury comes from the bottom up. If this giant dragon died here, then it must have died in this 'door'."

"It's not a stretch or anything when it sticks out a paw, it's 'closing the door.'"

Cyril analyzed softly, then bent down and leaned towards the door to listen.

And when he just put his ear on it, he heard a "boom" from below, something was hitting the door hard, so startled that Cyril bounced up like a spring, and covered the door on the right. ear.

"Did you hear anything?" Sigrid asked suspiciously.

"Didn't you hear it?" Cyril asked back, "Boom, the sound of knocking on the door."

"Let me listen." Yilandar's voice sounded, and he slowly landed on the door with Gru's support, and leaning on Gru, he put his profile against the door.

However, before his ears were even completely attached to the door, the remaining half of his face turned pale in an instant. Fortunately, Gru kept staring at him, seeing that the situation was not good, he immediately pulled Erendar up.

"What did you hear?" Cyril asked hastily.

Yilandar covered his face with one hand, took a long time to catch his breath, and said with lingering fear: "I don't know what kind of voice that is... It should be said that there are countless voices drilling into my mind, yes , yes, it's very similar to Nora's foul voice!"

"Filth?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, "But what I heard was the sound of knocking on the door."

"Does everyone hear different voices?" Sigrid was puzzled, and then leaned close to her body.

Her expression was calm and did not change for a while.

"Sigrid, Sigrid, what do you hear, Sigrid?"

Cyril asked repeatedly, but Sigrid did not give any response. Instead, her face gradually showed an intoxicated expression, and she even closed her eyes comfortably...

"Sigrid!" Cyril suddenly felt bad, he immediately stepped forward, the cold wind condensed in the palm of his hand, and as he pushed it hard, it turned into a blue beam of light and blasted towards Sigrid.

But Sigrid's eyes turned red in an instant, and her figure jumped up, avoiding the beam of light blasted by Cyril. Dragon wings and dragon horns emerged at the same time, and then opened her mouth wide, taking a hot mouthful. The dragon's breath sprayed towards Cyril and the others.

"Danger!"

Surrounding him were the natural disaster-level Elendar and Gru, who didn't have much combat power, and it was obviously impossible to take them out of the range of the dragon's breath in an instant.Cyril bit the bullet, raised the long sword in his hand, and poured out the magic power in the elemental pool while the magic power condensed, and then swung a cyan blade vigorously, intending to cut the dragon's breath!

At this moment, the blood red in Sigrid's eyes suddenly receded, and she sucked in a sharp breath, sucking back the dragon's breath just now.

However, the sword light that Cyril slashed out couldn't be retracted, and it hit Sigrid's body fiercely, sending the latter flying towards the rear.

(End of this chapter)