Bnosas, one of the twelve satellite cities in the imperial capital Ethengray, is also the largest religious city in the Holy Empire.

The bright Sarnodian style (Note 1) made this ancient city refresh with the change of the new calendar, and the wider streets were bustling with pilgrims from all continents.

In fact, what made the city famous was not the identity of the satellite city of the imperial capital, but the Dragon Temple - Parfis located in the east of the city.

As the earliest temple in the Dragon God’s faith, Parfis has the honor of the “Temple”. In addition, the great priest, the God’s envoy, the two highest priests, were naturally the highest temple in the Anesaian Dragon God’s faith.

There are more than one million believers coming here to pilgrimage and pray for blessings every year, and are ranked among the four major religious holy places in the Southern Continent along with Estoni, Valonos and Quedriason.

The 496th year of the moon and the silver moon are the first day of winter.

The strange cold current blowing from the north also caused a biting cold wind to blow on the southern continent, which has always been pleasant to the climate.

At the end of the year, it was the blessing season in Anesia.

Whether humans or other races will pray to the gods they believe in in the Silver Moon, especially families with newborn children, and will bring their children to the temple to receive sacrifices.

When the pilgrims came to Bnosas as they did in previous years, they found that the Dragon Temple, which was their destination, was shrouded in an unprecedented strange atmosphere.

Not only was the gate full of fully armed temple warriors, but even the priest who preached gently on weekdays also sealed the entire circular square with a solemn expression, and did not allow any non-priests to approach it.

This abnormality not only surprised the believers, but also attracted the curiosity and attention of the people in the city.

Since the establishment of the Dragon Temple, Parfis has never been as martial law as it is today.

Compared with the palaces of the royal palaces, nobles and wealthy merchants, there are basically no armed guards on the periphery of the temples in various places.

Because of fearing the power of gods, ordinary mortals will basically not break free. For those with power, ordinary priests have no threat at all. It is a common practice for the temple to directly allow invaders to enter the inner temple and fight against temple warriors who are given power by gods.

This will not affect ordinary people, nor will it eliminate unnecessary aftermath work. In some ways, it also avoids the chance of the temple's strength being discovered.

As the place of faith of the Supreme God, the Dragon Temple usually does not become the choice target of ignorant adventurers, boring nobles and thieves. This is not only because the Saint Warriors in the Dragon Temple rank first among all temples, but also because like the Temple of War, they all have temples guarded by the real dragon clan.

With the adult ancient dragon as the guardian, anyone who dares to trespass must consider how much chance of winning can he fight the ancient dragon and escape unstoppable.

Therefore, when the Parfis Temple was facing a defensive posture, the local people couldn't help but think of this year's prayer.

Could it be that some important person has come?

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Just as people were curled up in their homes to hide from the rare cold, a few tourists from afar that had shaken the entire Southern Continent gathered in a small woods outside the city of Bnossas.

Three people sat around several large stumps that were deliberately flattened as temporary tables and chairs.

In the center is a mage wearing a black robe. His forehead and chest are embroidered with the emblem of the evil god Ludwissi who makes people retreat. This logo has already shown his identity - the great wizard of darkness Polodir.

Looking at the four continents, only Polodir, who was born in the Dark Academy Semasar, possessed this symbol of being favored by the Lord God.

On the left of the mage, there was a middle-aged orc wearing half-body armor. He was Sean, the president of the Blood Wolf. This mercenary, who was only thirty years old, was a nightmare for all long-distance caravans. It was a first-class mercenary group with elite talents from tens of thousands of people. It has been a long time or two for a long time because of the backing of a major figure in a certain country.

Sean, who never acted alone, also brought the two brothers Cru and Kze, who were like his right-hand man.

The bloodline of the Lizardmen makes them not only powerful but also quick, and it is said that they are no less than elves.

The young man who looked like a thin monkey on the tree stump to the right was a famous thief, Omor Sardin.

As the young rookie who is most expected to inherit the position of patriarch in recent years, this thief also has "great achievements" that are not inferior to the previous two companions. Even the Holy Emperor's personal belongings can be obtained, and no second person can be found in the world. Of course, it is the only thief who has personally issued a wanted order by the Emperor of the Empire. The amount is so high that the person who caught him has squeezed into the ranks of wealthy people.

These characters who are usually separated and shocked even if they are separated, but now they gather in Bnosas silently. What they have to do must be a big deal.

Deadly silence enveloped the woods until a silent figure broke the silence that lasted all day.

The withered leaves made a slight sound after being trampled, and Sean looked up at the person coming.

Wearing a dark black robe similar to that of Polodir, she was wrapped tightly from beginning to end. Only the silver-bright long hair pouring out from under her hood revealed her true identity - the Night Elf.

"How is the scout?"

Seeing him appear, Sean's patience finally ran out and turned to growl at Polodir who was performing Hawkeye.

"Don't be anxious, President." Withdrawing the magic pet that had passed by, the Dark Master's hoarse voice was as harsh as two rusty iron tools rubbed against each other; "Compared to yesterday, there were twice as many guards."

"Tsk... Isn't it even less chance to sneak in?" Omore curled his lips, but his eyes floated to the elf who had never said a word from beginning to end.

"Is there really a young dragon in there?" Sean turned his gaze to the towering temple building nearby, with undetectable concerns in his eyes.

"Shh... you can't say that word." The Dark Master stretched out his thin fingers and placed them on his shriveled lips, making a silent expression; "You must know that it is no longer the same now. If you were in the old calendar period, the punishment for stealing dragon eggs was far less severe than it is now. The third law of the dragon clan is extremely terrible. If you don't want to implicate your family or friends, don't keep talking about our goal this time."

"Tsk, I'm not as brave as you..." Although he said so, Sean's heart was still full of fear.

That's right, the purpose of their group was to steal the newborn descendants who were personally escorted to the Dragon Temple by the three ancient dragons a day ago.

The reason why "Blood Wolf" is so arrogant is that he relies entirely on Gryn, the second prince of the Holy Empire.

In order to meet the strange request of the boss behind the scenes, the president had to take action himself and lead the most elite troops to Bnosas.

As for the Dark Master Polodir and the Thieves Omore, although they refused to say the reasons for their participation, at least they promised not to divide the Dragon Eggs to satisfy Sean.

Perhaps their purpose was to personally experience the power of the Dragon Clan, but Shawn was really unable to rest assured that he was the last person in this operation - the surveillance sent by the prince.

This elf's identity is mysterious, and even Sean doesn't know his true origin.

Polodir, a great wizard of darkness, also said in a private conversation that he would never be an enemy if he did not have a complete chance of winning.

From his clothes and appearance, Sean could not find any clues that could prove his identity. Naturally, he could not know the true origin of this trembling elf.

But a disgraceful intuition told Sean that this guy would be the key to the success or failure of this action.

Through the news obtained from the Second Prince from the Secret Treasure Merchant, we learned that the Dragon Clan has recently been born the first new descendant in two thousand years. According to tradition, this young dragon must go to Parfis to receive the blessing of the Dragon God Envoy.

The possibility of stealing the young dragon from the ancient dragon's tight defense is almost zero.

So, for this action, Sean made a careful plan.

Because the Lord of Navia, Grand Duke Florenci, was to come from the territory located in the Northern Ice Crystal to participate in this blessing ceremony, as long as the famous dark duke ambush outside the city, the Dragon Clan and the Temple will inevitably mobilize a large number of elite main forces to come to support. After all,... In addition to being the first duke of the Empire, Florenci is also the envoy of the Dragon Temple.

On the other hand, Omore and the new Grand Priest of the Dragon Temple are friends who grew up together. With this convenience, they can smoothly dress up as members of the Sardinian family and participate in the prayer ceremony to enter the temple.

Of course, this strategy has achieved initial success.

The great priest Cillian agreed to allow them to enter the temple at night, with the condition that they must not exceed twenty moors (Note 2).

As long as the Knights and Jackie Chan who were guarding the temple left Parfis, Omore had a full chance to find a newborn young dragon in these twenty murnets. With his thief bloodline, it would be easier to sense the existence of the dragon clan.

But...will this action really go as smoothly as predicted?

"The silver moon is rising." The elf who had not made a sound whispered to everyone that it was time to move.

"Hey... this is such a risky move." Holding the sleeping baby in his arms, Omore couldn't help but pinch his pink face.

This is his biological child. If it weren't for this action, he wouldn't have brought such a dangerous place.

"Stop talking nonsense, Polodil and I are responsible for attracting the attention of the dragon clan. You take advantage of the chaos to get the young dragon. Everyone knows the result of failure. The third law will make us lose everything, not only reputation, identity and status." Sean sighed lowly and gestured to his two most capable subordinates.

The elite mercenaries invisible in the woods set out toward the Avenue leading to Bnosas under the leadership of the two captains.

"The wind elves, send these two people to the seal place." The Dark Master murmured with the spell prepared in advance, and a silver light flashed by, and Omore and the Night Elf disappeared immediately.

Looking at the silver glow from far to near the other end of the avenue, Sean, who had always been brave, couldn't help but ask, "How sure are you of this attack?"

"The Grand Duke Florenci is a recognized strong man in the world, and challenging him is my biggest goal as a mage." Polodir's answer made the mercenary president angry.

Idiot, my confidence in asking is not the purpose.

Frowning, Sean regretted that he had asked such a stupid question.

When the world-famous chariot entered the sight, the great wizard beside him had disappeared and turned into a swift dark thunder early.

"Thunder and lightning!"

Accompanied by this spell, dozens of lightning flashed suddenly in the dark night sky.

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Sarnold: It is the style of the late New Year's solar calendar, marked by its huge columns and circular vaults. It combines the preferences of dwarves and white elves and is a typical multi-ethnic fusion building.

Moore: A measure of Anesian time, equivalent to the "division" of the earth.

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PS: This is an excerpt from the first volume of the new book, mainly about the Red Dragon and Arisha from a thousand years later. Of course, they are not the protagonists, so they can only be cannon fodder, and there is no need to throw away eggs and tomatoes. Thank you...

Actually, I am most afraid of the beginning. As the saying goes, what is it? Everything is difficult to start with.

Taking such a Chinese-style chapter is not suitable for Western fantasy novels, but I think I can't find a more suitable one than this one to summarize the whole chapter.

Until now, I have already written three different types of beginnings, deleted and deleted, changed and changed, and I still haven't decided.
Chapter completed!