When Hagerstown Cemetery was first built, its designers chose this solemn and solemn place. Surrounded by pines and cypresses, filled with forest mist, and in a quiet open space, there was a unique stone monument.

The stone tablet records the extraordinary deeds of its owner during his lifetime, and he rested under this place after his death. The inscription on the tablet contains two sentences written in Invart script on the base:

'Be with all the saints, may they find long-lasting peace'

The dwarf saints are the kings of the mountains. The sparks scattered under the hammer of Talos and every brightest star are the existence of a hero.

Since Vart cuneiform is one of the oldest dwarf languages ​​in Aitaria itself, it is not difficult to guess the identity of the owner of this tombstone.

The stone tablet reads:

'The deeds of heroes that I have followed throughout my life are like a poem that lingers in the dream of the owner of this place. The great and brave feats he witnessed during his lifetime have now turned into stories and legends.'

'Passing travelers, please stop and tell me that there is a noble soul buried underground here. Maybe you have heard of such a name before.'

'The heroic sword-bearer, the brave groom, the dragon-slayer's retinue, the shadow behind the noble man in countless songs, the tomb of Sir Hagerstown Duke Hostings.'

If you are familiar with the dwarven culture of Aitaria.

It's not hard to see the meaning behind this name.

Hagerston means horse breeder, groom, and Duke in Dwarf language. Duke is a common Christian name. Dwarves believe in Lotas, the King of Forges, the Great Master, and the patron saint of dwarves. Therefore, as long as you are born in the society of dwarves,

, after receiving the holy oil anointing ceremony, any dwarf will have a Christian name of his own.

Finally, there is the family name. If the more obvious name of the 'Steelbrow' clan is used instead of the human translation of Hostins, this name may look more like a typical dwarf name.

But the name 'Count Hostings' may be more widely known in the Kingdom of Kaulin, because this dwarf family, which was newly established in the human kingdom just a hundred years ago, has a very glorious past behind it.

The reason lies in this inscription.

Several Dragon Worshipers surrounded this stone monument.

To be precise, they were surrounding the tall man among them. Although no one knew the latter's name or identity, there was only an imaginative codename of Messenger.

The latter is looking at the stone tablet.

One of Ben's eyes beside him was dull, and the other remaining eye was also full of impatience. He looked around and complained: "Mr. Messenger, I know that this stone tablet has a special meaning.

But it’s not real, it’s just an illusion, shouldn’t we do something more meaningful?”

The messenger turned back and smiled faintly: "Because it is not true, it is more worth seeing. Who would have thought that we could go back to this place thirty years ago to admire all this? This is the starting point of everything, and the world has

How many people understand that the truth is buried under a pile of ruins?"

Ben shrugged, not quite understanding the other person's emotion. For him, nothing was as simple and direct as physically destroying his opponent. These things were really boring.

But that's all he dared to say.

He knew very well how terrifying the other party was.

The former seemed to be very talkative, and continued: "He is the follower of the hero, Shujod's groom, who has followed the dragon-slaying hero all his life, and is the famous Earl Hostins. He has no regrets in his life. But there are a few people in the world.

You know, in the end, if this person's greed hadn't secretly replaced him with the Dragon's Golden Eyes, the latter would have been cut into pieces by Shujod with a sword in the White Tower, and how could we have everything we have today?"

After hearing this, Ben couldn't help but be silent for a moment, feeling a little frightened: "But fortunately he did that."

The messenger shook his head: "Do you think that was his original intention?"

"My lord, but that is...?"

"Everyone has greed, but the Dragon's Golden Eyes take advantage of him. Once greed arises, it becomes out of control. Desire grows from deep within the heart, just like dirt blocking vision and blinding reason. It will cause

People become more and more proud and arrogant, and from then on they become inferior to others and do some seemingly crazy things.”

The man's voice was light, but there was a chill in it: "That's why human beings are so weak. Even heroes are not exempt from vulgarity. The things we pursue require us to abandon these wandering and ignorant emotions."

He turned back and looked at Ben: "Do you understand, Ben?"

Ben's whole body was cold, he shivered, and nodded.

There was some silence among the pine trees, and there was only a raven croaking not far away, but the believers present did not take it seriously and seemed to have long been accustomed to such an environment.

In the distance, the people of the Dragon Fire Guild didn't know who they were fighting with. Fires flashed from time to time, and gunshots sounded like exploding beans in the distance.

That direction is the direction of Hostings Cathedral

Ben couldn't bear the loneliness and turned around to take a look. He didn't quite understand what they were waiting for here. The stone tablet looked old, covered with moss, and the writing was blurry.

But even though the words were clear, he couldn't make out what was written on it.

"Sir, do we really expect those people to snatch back the Blade of False Victory?" He finally couldn't help but ask, the suspicion in his tone was palpable.

"Have you seen it before?" the messenger turned around and asked.

Ben was slightly startled: "What?"

The messenger said: "Dragon's Golden Eyes."

Ben said with some confusion: "Didn't we all see it, and those people from the Dragon Fire Guild?"

The messenger shook his head: "Ban, you haven't experienced what happened thirty years ago, and neither have I. But Lord Manlo's father died in that disaster. Only 'disaster' can describe the failure we experienced at that time.

, he personally told me before he came that everything he saw in this illusion was unbelievable."

"But I don't quite understand?"

The messenger said: "Think about what we have to do, Ben."

"Sir, you mean to kill Lord Nicol Bolas?" Bane swallowed a big gulp of saliva: "But that is just an illusion. We have to get the Blade of False Victory to complete this process before we can get the Dragon's Golden Eyes.

, I don’t really want to be an enemy of Lord Nicol Bolas. Lord Bishop said that it was an illusion set up by Lord Nicol Bolas’s enemies and is not trustworthy.”

The messenger was noncommittal after hearing this answer, and only gave the other party a meaningful look.

"So why did we fail thirty years ago?" he asked rhetorically.

Ben was suddenly stuck.

How could such a rough guy like him know so much? All the things he knew were told to him by the 'priests', but who knows why it failed thirty years ago?

That is something that even Master Manluo cannot guess the outcome of.

The messenger shook his head: "But you are right, I never expected the people from the Dragon Fire Guild to perform unexpectedly. To be honest, their performance has exceeded my expectations, at least after entering this illusion.

They have always performed very well before."

He looked at Ben carefully: "Ban, I understand your thoughts. But you must correct this view. These unexpected allies are very important to us. Their world..."

He thought for a while, but decided to drop the topic and shook his head: "In short, for your father's sake, I will give you some opportunities, but within my tolerance limit."

After hearing this, the vicious man quickly nodded honestly.

At this moment, the messenger suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of the forest.

The bushes there suddenly started to rustle, separated from left to right, and a group of people walked out of it. The clothes of those people were not much different from theirs, except that the hood covered half of their faces, and the edges were ragged, as if they were man-made.

As he got closer, Ben saw that the edges of those men's cloaks were inlaid with metal dragon scales, they had dragon eye pendants on their belts, and they were holding a nine-tailed whip and a blood-stained nail awl.

"The Eternal Ones!" Ben couldn't help but gasp when he saw these people, and looked at the messenger in shock: "They are actually here too?"

But the messenger didn't look at him, and coldly asked those who came: "The Raven asked you to come to see me, so you must be ready, right?"

The immortals nodded.

One of them opened his mouth and said: "Most of the fog near Hostings Cathedral has dissipated. Someone did see that person entering the cathedral before. We have found several key seals. The next step is to enter the cathedral.

Guilty shouldn't be a problem, but Master Raven is not sure whether the dissipation of the mist is related to the Blade of False Victory."

When the man spoke, his voice had a strange hissing sound, like a poisonous snake spitting a message, or like the noise of metal friction. When Ben heard this sound, he couldn't help but frown, as if he was extremely uncomfortable with it.

But the other party seemed quite pleased with the voice and glanced at Ben with some pride.

The messenger asked: "Did you see clearly what the firefight was about over there?"

The man replied: "It seems that there are other people who have sneaked into the vicinity of the cathedral, but they are not like people from the Oak Knights of Tapolis. At present, we don't know which party they are. They should be with the Dragon Fire Guild."

If someone hands it over, we will pay special attention here."

"Be cautious," the messenger replied: "This is the final decisive battle. The true resurrection of Lord Nicol Bolas is the most important step in this plan. The situation thirty years ago must not be repeated again, and it must be successful in one fell swoop."

"clear."

Xin Xin drew a strange symbol on his heart with his hand and said something of unknown meaning: "Thorin will eventually lead everything and pursue the immortal Etta."

The immortals responded equally one by one, then turned away and disappeared into the bushes again.

Ben stared at this scene dumbfounded. It took him a while to react, and asked a little excitedly: "Sir, it turns out you were prepared. I didn't expect that I could see the Eternal Ones. Rumor has it that they have been working with Ai

Are 'those people' behind Quinn's Elf Fight mission?"

But unexpectedly, the former, who was very talkative before, gave him a cold look.

"Shut up."

The latter seemed to have realized something, and fell silent for a moment.

…

On the way from Fog Shield Avenue to Hostings Cathedral, you have to pass a wooden bridge in the middle. Under the wooden bridge is just a gurgling stream. This season, the reeds are thick.

Fang Yu and Xi Si hid under the bridge together, carefully listening to the sound of chaotic footsteps on the bridge going away, and the dust fell fluttering down, landing on their heads.

The two of them didn't even dare to take a breath, let alone cough or sneeze.
To be continued...