The black dragon has a slender neck, and its thin bat-like wings are more than twice as big as its body when it opens. It soars in the sky, and its shadow stretches in the sunshine occasionally sways on the face of the Charles looking at it below.

The mouth occasionally roared, and its behavior seemed quite pleasant - it looked very pleasant.

Not long after, under a loud whistle, the black young dragon flapped its wings and slowly landed on the young man's raised arms.

This little thing is very heavy.

When you watch it up close, you will lose the head and tail and wings, and its entire body is actually very small.

The belly is slightly round, fitting with delicate black scales, basically streamlined, with a narrow tail, a lizard head, with a hideous barbarian head, facing the Shire, and the crimson vertical pupils are a little flickering, as if they are silently observing the young human in front of them.

Overall, this thing is actually not very good-looking, but it is better than rarer - even rarer than giant pandas.

"This dragon is still small, but as long as you grow a little, your arms will not be able to hold it."

The crow's sharp scream came, and when he turned around, he was landing on a dead branch near the entrance of the cave on the hillside.

The three-eyed crow's real body is still located in the cave and blends with the tree and cannot move, so he can only use the crow form to speak to Charles.

"When it grows up, you won't need to do that."

Charles replied, and then couldn't help but look at the "ugly thing" on his arm.

If I remember correctly, the dragon was quite hostile to himself not long ago, but now it has become a follower.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of a bald original owner of the dragon, and was secretly ashamed.

"It was it that took the initiative to rely on me, but I didn't force your son."

Mumbled, seeing his escort captain standing not far away waiting quietly, Charles shook his arm, and the young dragon who had obtained some signal flapped his wings and flew away again.

The guard captain Iron Legs then hurried over.

"Sir, are you really not with us?"

He asked in a low voice.

After the initial restraint, this veteran from the North Terror Fort was not as devoted as a god.

His words and deeds were basically smooth. Unlike some soldiers nowadays, they didn't say anything when they saw Charles, and just gave the highest gift of provoking themselves.

"No, I still have something to do here."

Charles replied, feeling helpless.

The surrounding world has returned to normal, and the army naturally needs to set out to return to the Great Wall in Desperate.

And Charles himself also has no reason to stay here again.

Normally, he would return with the army, but because of the shuttle door, this was destined to be impossible.

Although time had passed, he did not forget what the shuttle door prompt was said.

Time here will be synchronized with the evil forces.

If you follow the army to the road, then imagine that when he goes to the evil forces, these soldiers suddenly lose their confusion, or they continue to rush, but when Charles returns, he is still moving...

So you can only go on the road alone.

What's more, although they didn't say anything, the soldiers looked at him and made Charles feel uncomfortable - it seemed as if they were given a gift as their ancestors. It was still true. If this situation really happened, it wouldn't be very comfortable.

"Then let's leave first, sir, what else do you have to give?"

"Say hello to me like a night watchman."

Charles replied, staring at the iron legs and then looked at the three-eyed crow.

"I'm not here for this time, please help me take care of this dragon." He said.

He is not very familiar with the world of evil forces, and there are still many unknowns, so he is not going to expose a monster rashly.

"Where are you going?" the crow asked.

"Just go out and have a walk," answered Charles.

There is nothing to do in this world for the time being. Although the various treasures recorded in the Book of Source are extremely curious, they are basically far away from him, either in the north or the west.

Even outside Westeros, it is even more out of reach.

So the right way is to return to the evil power now. After all, there are demons, who can allow his spiritual body to grow - the premise is that some of his guess is correct.

"If possible, I need to test whether the transportation can be brought in."

"And that monster seed, what kind of method is it?"

Thinking secretly, he turned to look out of the vast snowy plain outside the mountainside.

As soon as his mind moved, a black-furious crow soared in the sky screamed and flapped his wings and fell to the ground. Shir's body suddenly flashed away, and then flickered one after another.

Finally, under the silent gaze of the three-eyed crow, his back disappeared in a few breaths.

...

Unlike the feeling when opening the shuttle door, using the dark golden ring in your hand to open the door to another world, it is like unscrewing an air door without form.

The front foot was still standing in the snowy plain, and walked forward and directly reached the top of a mountain with green grass.

That's right, the top of the mountain.

He thought about coming to the situation behind the evil forces.

Either in the gray forest of death, or to the top of the mountain where the death ceremony was held.

As expected, the second situation encountered - the time of the Death Forest is not synchronized with the normal world, and in a sense, it is already in conflict with the shuttle door.

If you really arrive there, then it will probably take several days in the main world, which is simply a benefit.

So when he found out that he had returned to modern America, it was actually not unexpected, and it was surprising that he could even return to that forest of death.

He even suspected that the sudden energy exhaustion of the shuttle door was because the place was very special.

"In some cases, the restrictions on shuttle doors are not omnipotent."

Muttering, under the rising sunlight above, he suddenly realized that he was not alone around him. Not far away, there was still someone standing!

A pretty familiar face.

"Tessa? Why are you still here?"

Charles looked at her strangely.

Logically speaking, it took several months inside the cage, and the specific time outside the cage was uncertain, but it must have been a long time since he entered.

Why can you still see the God of Death stationed here now?

Faced with his doubts, the "young woman" with short black hair on the opposite side did not respond directly, but took a deep breath.

So under the inexplicable gaze of Charles, a group of gray fog suddenly appeared in the top area of ​​the mountain around him, one, two, ten, twenty...

Countless gray mists appeared five meters away around Charles' body. Here, the arched top was the origin and spread in all directions to the woodland below, to the thick green mountains on both sides, and to the road outside the woodland.

Under the morning light, the grey mist dissipated one after another, revealing one of the existences in black suits named Death.

After a few breaths, the once huge scene appeared here again.

But unlike last time, there are no dead American town residents in the valley below the top of the mountain at this moment, but are empty.

Charles was a little confused by everything in front of him.

From his own Sun Son's talent, these people are surging around him, and existences similar to ghosts cannot be within five meters of him. But everyone is now looking at him or facing him - whether they can be seen under heavy obstruction of his kind.

At the same time, these "people" stared at him were also very strange.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shire frowned.

There was no response, they seemed to be preparing silently.

Under Charles' vigilant gaze, soon after, the gray fog in the surrounding mountains completely dissipated. Looking from a high altitude, a black suit that seemed to be overwhelmingly occupied a large area of ​​mountainous areas, mixing the originally green mountains with a patch of black and green embellished with the originally green mountains.

Each black suit faces the Charles, whether on the top of the mountain, in the forest on the hillside, or on the road at the bottom of the mountain, whether they can see the target, their expressionless faces and their behavior looks quite strange.

So in this situation, after a long silence, the black-clothed gods of death that existed in Charles suddenly bent down and saluted neatly.

A low and hoarse voice suddenly spread throughout the surrounding mountains and ridges, echoing in the valley and ringing throughout the sky.
Chapter completed!