"For hundreds of years, this question has not been answered."

"The Silver Tower was born from this. In the era when I was born, those masters with outstanding skills guarded the inheritance from ancient times. They tried their best, but in the end they all failed."

"And I was born into this plan."

Fang Yu looked at her in surprise: "Miss Tata, have you remembered it?"

Tata nodded: "After passing the Hall of Thousand Doors, I have gradually remembered some things from the past these days. Although they are not many, they are quite helpful. Thank you, Mr. Knight, this is what you gave to Tata.

Gift."

She patted her skirt lightly, stood up, and looked up at him.

"Now it's Tata's turn to give you a gift."

"Please look carefully, Mr. Knight, this is how the craftsmen of the Silver Tower used to make fairy dolls."

"...And the fairy skills that are spread in Kaolin-Ithurion today are actually just the superficial knowledge of that time."

"It's a pity that I don't know what happened after that and why the fairy skills were scattered..."

she said as she spoke.

While gently raising his hand, he stretched out a slender hand and pointed towards the crystal, and a silver vein of light was generated between the two.

Her light green eyes reflected the crystal clear in Fang Plover's inner world.

It is colorless and gaudy, but it reflects the last territory of the Fairy Dragon Knight.

Dragon crystal without attributes.

Then the light was like the birth of the world.

…

Luo Lin coughed lightly.

He looked at the materials in front of him expressionlessly, including metals, furs, fabrics and crystals, as well as some unnamed magical products, piled together in trivial ways. If he were not a professional craftsman, it would be difficult to detail them one by one.

Separate.

But it seemed that his mind was not on the game at all, and his dark eyes even seemed a little hollow.

The square was very quiet.

Countless eyes were watching silently, watching the movements of his hands.

People actually understand that Goland, Shadow Throne and the Ancient Towers have all withdrawn from this game at this moment, and the only one who can decide the outcome now is a player whose name they have never heard of.

A team of humble ragnarok.

And how will this dragon-slaying hero of Idos be dealt with in their minds?

Luo Lin coughed again and almost bent over in discomfort. He held on to the table and frowned slightly. After breathing for a moment, he raised his right hand with a pale face. In his right hand, he was carrying a

Artisan gloves with mysterious patterns.

Dark, glowing with dark golden light.

He spread his fingers gently.

It seemed like a low exclamation was coming from the square.

Two dark gold magic circles, intersecting moon phases, and sun patterns covered with thorns overlapped each other, overlapping on a huge six-pointed star, rotating and opening in front of him. Like an invisible

Power is descending from the square

The next moment, all the materials seemed to automatically rise from the table and float in the air.

Under the dark gold flames, the metal turned into liquid, and black light automatically filled the structural points like a starry sky.

This is not the first time people have seen that magic circle.

It is so incompatible with today's alchemy

"It's the technique used by those two ragnarok players!"

"Ancient Alchemy!"

"But this magic circle seems to be much larger than before..."

"He actually knows ancient alchemy!"

Like a stone thrown into calm water.

Ordinary viewers don't actually understand much when they see this scene, but they can fully appreciate the majestic power leaping from an unknown dimension to the square. Just like they don't know, that

The dimension has been known to the snake people of Sinsas as early as a thousand years ago:

The shining sea.

Ether Realm

Inside the VIP box.

Alchemists of all sizes stood up from their seats one after another, looking at this scene with astonishing eyes. Some even couldn't hold back and took two steps forward to the front of the stand.

They gripped the front railing with so much force that their knuckles turned white.

Some people looked back at Count Xilin Spica, and the Count's face seemed to be as serious as ever, but only in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of light of relief. As if undetectable, he clicked lightly.

nod.

It’s done.

Alchemists naturally know more than ordinary people.

They knew that it was not just ancient alchemy, it actually came from an even more legendary legacy, the Elven Legacy, the Mark of the Dragon.

And between the slight sound of inhalation.

Only Falaise was attracted by the sound of pushing the door behind him, because he was seeing the furry little monster walking through the crowd tremblingly, then looking at him with some fear, and tremblingly took out a picture

note.

The dwarf jumped down from his seat, but no one noticed his actions at this moment. He just walked over and took the note from the little gnome's hand. He didn't mind it being dirty and took a look at it first.

Falaise's eyelids twitched slightly and he raised his head:

"He's on the field?"

His heart skipped a beat.

Taru nodded seriously and solemnly, indicating that it was not lying. The human had made it clear.

"You better hope this isn't a prank."

Falaise lowered his voice and said something viciously.

Taru was extremely frightened, but he still stretched out his hand to grab the other person. Falaise was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, suppressed his disgust, took out a gold coin, and put it in the other person's hand.

"I'll give you the rest later."

he said.

The little dwarf nodded repeatedly.

Falaise then climbed onto the chair and looked above the arena, but after this look, he could no longer look away.

What he saw was naturally not Luo Lin.

But a pair of warm, silver eyes.

They were nearly a hundred meters apart, but that gaze still looked directly into his heart, making him feel as if he had returned to many, many years ago in an instant. At that time, he was just an apprentice.

He still remembered his mentor, holding a silver, star-shaped crystal in his hand and sighing to him: "...It's a pity that you haven't experienced that era, otherwise with your talent in the Dragon Soul Crystal, you will definitely have a place.

…”

The old alchemist stood up the crystal and stood it in front of him. Under the deep silver light, a small, quiet person slept.

"...I can't see that day anymore, Falaise, but maybe you still have a chance..."

"Maybe one day, you will find the only answer..."

"Remember our failure, Falaise..."

"But it will work out one day."

In that heavy crystal.

The silver-haired fairy was sleeping peacefully, with her long eyelashes drooping and motionless.

How long has it been?

But it seemed that just in the blink of an eye, he was gradually reaching his twilight years. If it hadn't been for that shocking glance under Fenris, he might have thought everything his mentor had told him.

It's just a white lie.

But he was wrong.

Because the silver brilliance comes from the noble dragon soul, it is like the tip of a dark tower, the light passed down to the world.

…
Chapter completed!