Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 755 Unknown Vortex

The dragonborn showed its strong physique at this moment.

Sigrid, who regained her sanity, curled up and her veil was torn apart by the sharp wind blades, but the jet-black dragon scales had already covered her body. , but it is impossible to leave even a white mark on it.

But this force still made Sigrid unable to maintain her position. She was forced back tens of meters by the air blade, and her body hit the section of the keel firmly, making a crackling sound. , when Sigrid stopped, most of the dragon's keel had been broken by her.

"Huh..." Sigrid let out a long breath, her body flickered, and she returned to Cyril, looked at the hands of the other party who were still vigilant with the sword, shook her head and said, "I'm fine."

"Your appearance just now...was it disturbed by the negative emotions of which god?"

Seeing that Sigrid didn't appear to be running away anymore, Cyril felt relieved and asked.

"I don't know." Sigrid closed her eyes for a moment, recalling the series of unrepeatable voices that entered her mind just now, she only felt that her mind was in a mess.

"Could it be the pollution of the Dragon God?" Gru guessed, "This is the Dragon Realm. If the pollution left by the Dragon God destroys the Dragon Realm, then it makes sense."

"Dragon God?" Sigrid sneered, "You think too much. As early as the beginning of the age of gods, the Dragon God used his body to form this dragon domain. A unique space where dragons can grow."

"The pollution of the gods occurred in the middle and late stages of their era, so there is no possibility for the dragon god to have negative emotions." Sigrid shrugged, "Unless you say that this dragon domain also gave birth to its own thinking—— But I grew up in Longyu, but I have never heard of such a thing."

"What I heard has nothing to do with the dragon language." Ellandar said slowly, "It's not the language of the elves... It's a language, but now that I think about it, it feels more like a mark of magic power... I said Not sure."

"All in all, there is something difficult to deal with behind this door." Cyril concluded, "My suggestion is to leave it alone, at least not for now."

"Then didn't we come back empty-handed?" Misha wrapped her robe tightly around her body. The temperature in the Dragon Realm environment was a bit too low. "It won't help us in the next battle."

"Going home empty-handed? It's not possible." Sigrid pointed to the head of the dragon's bone, "Did you see it? The pair of dragon horns on the dragon's head."

"Dragon horn?" Cyril was puzzled.

"Did you forget? The humans of Setanrio and Nolongard came up with the ultimate weapon to deal with the end."

She raised her head and sang softly: "We plan to build a sword, with the horns of the dragonborn as the gauntlet, the bones of the heroic human souls as the blade, the feathers of the beast gods to give it spirituality, and the elves' eternity. The stone is the source, and in this way—to face the omnipresent end.”

Cyril narrowed his eyes.

Of course he remembered this passage and was deeply impressed, after all, he had already mastered two of them: the Eternal Stone of the Elf and the Rain of the Beast God.

As for the remaining horns of the dragonborn and the bones of the human heroic souls, there is no clue yet.

"You mean, this pair of dragon horns..."

"Isn't that what the old man Setanrio said?" Sigrid was a little impatient.

Cyril frowned slightly. When he felt the power of the Beast God Feather from Alvin Saxon before, his right hand gave a certain amount of feedback, but now facing the high-quality dragon horn, he The imprint on the hand is lifeless.

He floated onto the dragon's head and held the two horns that were taller than a human. It was not difficult for him to pull them off, but when he returned to the crowd holding a segment of horn in each hand , the imprint still has no response.

"It seems that I have to find a dwarf to temper it." Sigrid didn't know what Cyril was thinking, and stared at the two dragon horns, muttering.Desecrating the corpses of her own family does not have any psychological burden on her. In terms of age, this giant dragon survived much later than Sigrid.

"I just don't know if the current dwarf craftsmen still have the technology to temper dragon horns." She said, and she has already brought the topic, "Is there anything else you want to search for? If not, I will open the door of the magic plain , took you away."

"Will this magic plain disappear because of this?" Miss Elf asked again, "We have already touched the core part of this magic plain..."

"Elf, we just came into contact with this so-called core, and we don't even know what it is—" Sigrid was a little impatient. Try to find a way to get rid of the filth of the God of Nature, otherwise if you let this magical plain unfold..."

As she was speaking, Cyril suddenly caught a glimpse of the snow on the buildings beside him starting to fall downwards, and then all those buildings began to shake violently... No, not only those buildings were shaking, but even the ground under their feet began to shake. It trembled violently, as if the earth was about to split apart.

"Earthquake? Or is the magic plain starting to unfold?" Cyril was shocked in his heart, and his eyes fell on the round door on the ground, but the flow of magic power there was extremely smooth.He quickly sensed it, and soon discovered that the flow of magic power in the entire magic plain remained stable, and did not change due to the sudden vibration.

If the magic plain itself is going to unfold, then the first thing that changes should be the magic power in the magic plain, but now the magic power is stable, doesn't it mean...

"The source of the vibration comes from the outside." He and Sigrid spoke almost at the same time, and then they looked at each other, and Sigrid immediately said, "I will open the exit."

Her hand turned into a dragon's claw again, and with a forceful wave towards the front, she immediately tore a crack in the air, and outside the crack was a piece of verdant greenery.

Without her needing to say anything, everyone had already boarded the purple dragon and the green dragon, and filed out from the crack.

The exit of the space was not too far from where they entered the magic plain. They drilled out of the magic plain and just landed on the grass when another shock came from under their feet.

The vibration was extremely fast and violent, and the feeling it gave people was even stronger than that inside the Magic Plain. The surrounding leaves all made a loud noise because of the vibration, and Erendar couldn't help but say:
"Is it the earthquake that caused the internal vibration of the Magic Plain? When did the earthquake have an impact across space?"

But Cyril immediately vetoed: "No, it's not an earthquake, feel it carefully, not only the ground is shaking, but the air around us is also shaking, and the flow of magic power is changing..."

He closed his eyes, followed the scattered wind elements, and followed the stronger strand to the sky.When he saw something that could not be observed by the naked eye in the sky, he almost broke the link with the wind element because of the scene in front of him:
The magic power formed a huge vortex above the thick cloud, and the space was constantly being torn apart under the traction of this vortex.This vortex of magic power is like a heart, continuously shrinking and then expanding, each movement will cause a shock of magic power——

This vibration is then connected to the surrounding scattered elements, which affect each other to vibrate repeatedly, from the sky to the earth, and are involved with each other, so there is such a clear sense of vibration.

But this is not the key point, the key lies in the core of the vortex, in the space that is gradually being torn apart, something seems to be coming out of it...

And just when Cyril's consciousness was trying to take a new step of prying, the things in the vortex seemed to be aware of the existence of Cyril's consciousness, and a swift lightning flashed through the air, instantly attaching to the body of Cyril's consciousness. A gust of wind shattered it to pieces.

Cyril regained his consciousness in time, and when he opened his eyes again, beads of sweat were already on his forehead.

"What did you see?" Sigrid was raising her head, and her eyes were also facing the direction where Cyril's previous consciousness was heading. At this time, she asked in a deep voice, "Which god is the filth again? The god of the earth? Or God of armies?"

"No, not at all..." Cyril let the elf lady on the side wipe off the sweat for him. He closed his eyes tightly, recalling the scene he had just glimpsed, the last scene before his consciousness was shattered, what he saw it seems that……

"A spire?"

"A tower?" Sigrid let out a dissatisfied snort, "There is no tower god among gods."

"A tower... Could it be a mage tower? I remember that the gods corresponding to the elements often have their own mage towers. If it is them..."

"You'd better not have a crow's mouth." Sigrid glared at Cyril, "One Fisebol is already difficult enough, do you still hope that there will be a second source of pollution?"

Cyril immediately shut up and said no more.

The shock was still going on, and everyone just stayed under the source of that shock, whether to leave or not to leave at this time.A few more minutes passed, and seeing that the vibration did not stop, Sigrid gritted her teeth, and made a move towards the green dragon. The green dragon instantly turned into a flash of light, and transformed into that suit of armor. The parts were put on Sigrid's body.

"I can't drag it on any longer, since it won't come out, then I'll help it!"

Without giving Cyril and Elandal any chance to persuade, Sigrid has already danced the long sword surrounded by flames in her hand. She danced the long sword in her hand three times quickly, and then her cheeks puffed up, and a dragon was aimed at the blade. Breath out!
"call!!"

The dragon's breath passed through the flame on the long sword, and instantly expanded several times, turning into a huge fireball, flying straight towards the dark clouds above the head!
"Damn, what if it's really the negative of another god?!"

Cyril yelled at Sigrid, but the dragonborn gritted his teeth tightly and let out a muffled roar from his throat, "Then burn this filth first, lest it merge with the filth of the God of Nature!"

Her attack has already been launched, and at this moment the fireball is flying bigger and bigger. It is like a black hole, constantly absorbing the magic power scattered in the air during the flight, turning it into a part of itself, and constantly expanding itself.

"Come on, you can cause vibrations across space, let me see what you are capable of!"

The dragonborn yelled into the sky, she inhaled violently, and when she tried again, a fiery flame spewed out, bombarding the lower part of the fireball like a booster, accelerating the fireball toward the sky.

"Touch the power of the white ring... Come on, show yourself!"

She pointed the sword at the sky with one hand, roaring like venting.

The fireball submerged into the cloud, burning the whole cloud into red, turning into bursts of smoke and scattering in all directions.In an instant, there was no cloud blocking the sky, and the vortex hidden among the clouds was completely exposed in front of them at this time.

The size of this vortex is really scary. Unknowingly, its scope has been larger than the mountain range where the Yingpu clan's clan is located, swallowing large tracts of forests and black forests under it.Under this vortex, the already exaggeratedly large fireball is as ridiculous as a baby's toy.

But such a comparison is definitely not good news for everyone.At this moment, they could only watch with bated breath as the fireball gradually went upwards, and the moment it was about to hit the bottom of the vortex, a sudden voice sounded in midair:
"Warning, warning, high-intensity attack is approaching warning, the power rating is 'Leander', destroy it immediately, destroy it immediately!"

This stiff voice spoke extremely fast, and the moment the voice fell, a dazzling thunderbolt suddenly fell from the bottom of the vortex!

It twisted and fell, and the pitch-black thunder light tore the space into fragments. It just smashed down in the middle of the top of the fireball, and then pierced straight in like a sharp sword, piercing into the center of the fireball!
"Ka-cha!"

Amidst the loud noise that exploded half of the forest, this thunder light had penetrated the entire fireball, completely cutting it in half!

The blazing fireball shattered and exploded amidst the loud noise, turned into little rain of fire and scattered in all directions, fell into the black forest, and immediately ignited group after group of fires. In the blink of an eye, the forest near everyone was gone. It turned into a sea of ​​flames.

But everyone didn't move, just looked up at the fire rain falling from the sky.

And above the fire rain, the shattered vortex, and the "hidden things" leaked from the vortex.

Black and purple are the main colors of the things hidden in the vortex, it is thick and solemn, it is huge and majestic, it floats in mid-air, and casts the shadow of its huge body on the world.

Cyril looked up at this huge shadow, the magical runes filled the whole, and the rune imprints were constantly on and off, like bright lights, constantly illuminating the world below.

Cyril never imagined that what was hidden in the vortex was actually a city.

Flying city in the sky.

At the same time, a name appeared in his mind, a name that Mia told him:

"City of Hormel."

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(End of this chapter)