The Night Lizard Warrior Captain stood in disbelief among a pile of corpses. It was a street in the ruins. Between the quaint and mottled walls, the corpses of Night Lizards and adventurers were spread all over the ground. It could be seen that

It appeared that the two sides had put aside their differences and fought side by side, but to no avail the battle was extremely brutal. Blood flowed out, filling the gaps between the stone slabs, and dripping wetly from the steps.

Other than that, there were no other sounds in the darkness.

Only the dead man's open mouth, his empty eyes looking in one direction, like a silent cry, are still hovering in the dark underground. In the center of the battlefield, an Avenquin elf and a night lizard faced the enemy back to back.

There was an empty space in front of the person, surrounded by the twisted corpses of the undead.

Ghouls, skeletons, zombies and ghosts with tattered cloaks.

The priest of Silver Vislan stared at the pale face of the elf for a moment, stretched out his hand to cover the other's unblinking eyes, and then whispered to Fang Plover beside him: "This man is the president of a well-known guild in Fenris. He is kind to others.

It is the third largest force in Fenris after the Blood Oath and the Rain Listeners."

"He is very strong personally. He was a core member of a professional guild before retiring to the second line. After retiring, he established a small guild of his own."

Fang Yu naturally also noticed this. The mutilated undead in that place seemed to be the opponent's medal.

Naturally, the desperate situation of the two of them at the last moment emerged in his mind. Facing the enemy's overwhelming tide, there was no way to retreat. A rusty spear pierced the elf's chest and connected him with the night lizard behind him.

Together, they were nailed to the ground. The night lizard man wore a gorgeous crown and seemed to have a higher status than the warrior. It retained the movements at the last moment, but the dark eye sockets no longer had any luster.

"We are a step too late," the priest replied.

"Are they the undead who attacked them?" Fang Pliong asked.

"There are also some dragon minions, but I can't name them. They are somewhat similar to those that attacked us before, but they are different." It was difficult for the priest to describe what he saw. He thought for a moment before describing: "They have never been the same.

Born in the shadows, it moves quickly, but it is not in human form, let alone..."

"It's a dragon."

Sylvide's voice came from behind.

The two of them looked back, and Sylvide was looking up at the claw marks on a wall. Each claw mark was more than ten centimeters apart and several meters long. It cut deeply into the granite wall, causing stone chips to fall.

The deepest point can reach about two inches.

She held up her skirt and leaned forward slightly, using her white fingers to mark the rough width on the wall, and then turned back: "It flew over from this direction. It may not be appropriate to say it flew. It flew past at a low altitude.

The three claw marks left on the wall are exactly the same as the dragon in his youth, in terms of length, depth and width."

"How do you know, Miss Sylvide?" Fang Yu asked.

"I have seen related specimens several times in the Grand Royal Museum," Sylvide replied: "It is exactly the same as this claw mark."

"How many times do you often go to that place?"

Sylvide nodded slightly: "I lived there for a while, but it was not very pleasant."

The priest of Silver Vislan didn't understand the problem between the two men, so he couldn't help but ask: "But except for Toragotos, where can the young dragon come from underground?"

"Perhaps it's its descendant?" The ranger who had been following Fang Pliong and others interjected at this time.

"Then it's even more impossible. I've never heard of Toragotos having a spouse." The priest shook his head.

"Toragothos does not have a mate. Ever since he traveled around the world and returned here in his youth, he has rarely left Fenris. The most recent time was during the Battle of Bain thirteen years ago." Sylvide nodded.

The head agreed with this statement.

But Fang Yu shook his head.

It is true that Toragothos had no heirs.

"But it has brothers and sisters." He suddenly said.

"Brothers and sisters?" The priest looked a little surprised: "When did that happen? A thousand years ago? I heard that only one of Tolagothos's one-egg siblings survived, and dragons rarely have a nest alive.

Examples from both ends, not to mention more.”

"Indeed, Toragotos also told us about this in that illusion." Fang Yu replied.

"But now it seems that this explanation seems to be a bit of a cover-up." Sylvide blinked her eyelashes sharply and looked at Fang Plover curiously: "It said no, which means that there is actually something down here, its

Brothers and sisters have actually always been here."

"They are indeed dead," Fang Plover nodded. He looked at the claw marks and felt a little troubled in his heart: "But they are still here, eroded by the dark power and becoming a part of them."

"This is troublesome."

The priest also frowned: "A giant dragon can have dozens of eggs in a nest. As long as half of them survive to adolescence and are eroded by the darkness, it will be difficult for us to deal with it. That is a giant dragon. Even if it is controlled by the power of darkness,

The same goes for losing your innate magical abilities."

Fang Yu didn't answer, he only thought of one other thing.

He looked at Sylvide, only to find that the noble girl was also looking at him, "Have you thought of it too?" Fang Pliong asked.

Sylvide nodded and whispered: "I listened to your and Miss Sophie's analysis. The dark power in the underground should come from the sealed existence, whether it is Salutaka or Salus.

But it shouldn't be at the mercy of Toragotos."

"Indeed, the other way around is possible," Fang Plover nodded: "Actually, I have never ruled out the possibility that Toragotos is a puppet of Salutaka, assuming that its brothers and sisters have not escaped the dark power.

erosion, it may not necessarily be the luckiest one."

"But this is unlikely. There are various indications that Toragotos has free will, and it obviously covets the power under this seal." Sylvide replied in a low voice: "You still have

Do you remember the illusion it showed us, Captain?"

"We actually entered its vision in the illusion. We have only now come back to the fear and yearning for that power in its heart. Assuming that it is really a puppet of Salutaka, it should not be that complicated to create.

Emotions come.”

"A friend of my father, an old wizard who practices spiritual meditation, once told me that the spiritual abilities of the illusion system have a very strong enslaving nature, and it should be a complete surrender to the feelings of its master.

fear."

Fang Yu praised Sylvide's acumen in his heart, but asked curiously: "The magicians who practice spiritual meditation seem to be court warlocks. How many contacts does your father have?"

"Nobles are like this. They must be good at managing their connections. Maybe they will be able to help you at some point."

Sylvester smiled and replied.

Fang Piao didn't understand the nobility, so naturally he couldn't answer.

He returned to the previous topic: "But no matter what, our two analyzes actually only explain one thing. I don't know whether Tolagotos really controls the power of darkness. Maybe he does, or maybe he doesn't. This doesn't mean

It’s not important, what’s important is that the dark force permeating the underground definitely does not belong to it, otherwise why would it bother to take advantage of the contradictions between the chosen forces?”

Sylvide nodded slightly.

Fang Yu paused for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Miss Virus, what's your opinion?"

"I am an analyst, not a decision-maker. I am here to help you find the details that you may have missed among the clues," virus's cold voice came from the channel: "But overall, I agree with your analysis.

Logically there is nothing wrong with it.”

"Or would you like to hear other people's opinions?" she asked.

"Others?" Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment before reacting: "What do you think Mr. Chen Xi thinks?"

"Be careful, Mr. Xia Ya," Chen Xi's somewhat generous voice came from the channel: "I wonder if you have noticed that according to the information you provided, the other party has been luring you deep into the ruins from the beginning."

Fang Plover nodded.

He naturally took this into consideration, but whether it was Virus or the president of Silver Vislan, the senior figures of these big guilds were all experienced in many battles. Many of his own experiences were derived from these.

You can get it from other people, and the latter's perspective on the problem will certainly not be shallower than his.

With these people behind him, Fang Yu felt confident. He turned around and asked the priest, "Where are the survivors?"

"in front of."

Of course, the priest listened to the conversation between Chen Xi and Fang Plover. His boss, the president of Silver Vislan, put himself on an equal footing with this young man. His own attitude was naturally lower. He was completely

Everyone regarded Fang Plover as the commander of this operation.

Fang Plover glanced back at the Night Lizard warrior chief not far away, knowing that it would be no big deal if Tenerik was keeping an eye on him, so he walked forward and soon saw the guy who was lucky enough to survive.

They were members of several small local guilds in Fenris, and there were only a dozen or so of them left. Everyone was injured and looked a little distraught. Fang Yu didn't know these people, but these people on the other side knew him. After all, he

The previous action of demolishing the bridge and wiping out half the regiment of Jefflett's red team was hard to forget.

Under the leadership of Jefflett's Red Team, the two sides used to have an antagonistic relationship, but after all, there was no deep hatred, so these people at most had some respect for Silver Vislan. Fang Plover was too lazy to talk nonsense with these people, and directly

Transferred the communication permissions of the military personnel in the channel.

But after some stern persuasion by Ambassador Liao, those people looked at Fang Plover somewhat differently.

It feels like watching a panda

But at any rate, these people still have some blood. After all, those who can become the chosen ones are mostly cowards. After hearing the current situation, these people stood up one by one, straightened their wrinkled clothes, patted their chests and said to each other:

"Mr. Xia Ya, we are all here. The situation has been made clear to us by Mr. Ambassador. Fenris Island is in danger. If we don't succeed, we will die. We will leave our lives to you anyway. What should we do now?

You decide!"

Fang Yu nodded without being polite and asked directly: "I want to know what happened after we entered the twelfth floor. Where are the Blood Oath and the Jefflite Red Team now?"

This is one of the questions he wants to know most now.

Although there are no guesses in his mind, guesses cannot be directly used as the answer to the question, especially at this juncture, any misjudgment can be fatal.
To be continued...