The summer of Canaan begins in June. It is still after early morning. Before the rising star disappears, the east line has already turned white, the morning sun has driven away the fog, and the dewdrops have dropped on the weeping branches.

A ray of dawn breaks, and the golden sunshine spreads over the mountains.

The shadow of the giant dragon crosses the rolling mountains. The canyons and rivers are just a magnificent picture under the clouds. The forest is like a furry blanket, with dark green covering the gray and ocher of the rocks. The river is like a continuous

The light belt flashed into the distance, extending windingly among the emerald green. The young man sat safely on the back of the giant dragon, took off his long hood, and let his long black hair fly in the wind. A silver cross pattern was looming on his forehead...

…

The mage's eyes were as calm as ever, staring at the earth through the clouds. He held a green ball of light in one hand, which was the positioning magic item given to him by Milke. There was a light spot on it that could reveal the location of those players. He

Pointing downward, Maairiberi understood the idea, and one person and one dragon turned around in mid-air, flying through the layers of clouds towards a mountain below.

Miss Black Dragon let out a clear and long roar in the clouds, and the roars stacked up a thousand times and ten thousand times vibrated from the depths of her throat and vibrated through everything, even causing the entire sky to respond with a rumbling sound. Ma'ai Ribei

Li opened her mouth for half a minute, causing a roar within a ten-mile radius. Even residents as far away as Brossalon heard this terrifying howl that day.

The dragon's roar alarmed everyone——

The camp on the hillside was in panic. The livestock seemed to be going crazy trying to escape from the circle. The horses stamped their hooves anxiously, neighing, trying to break free from the reins tied to the pillars. The hounds barked wildly, and finally became a beast.

Every player saw this shocking scene. The domestic animals that were agitated one moment were paralyzed on the ground, their limbs were twitching, and their feces and urine were flowing out. For a while, the hillside was filled with stench.

Everyone feels a heavy feeling. Only players who are experienced in combat can feel that this is a morale effect. Many spells can achieve this effect - but there is only one such strong reaction.

They all looked up.

An elegant creature pierced through the clouds, spreading its huge wings to show the master of the sky——

"dragon……"

The only word left in their minds is poverty and shock, but it best describes the situation in their hearts: panic and at a loss. Many people even feel their feet weak when they are excited, not because of fear or fear, but because

Excited - because it was a dragon, everything in the dreams of countless people with fantasy and adventure dreams became reality at the moment they saw the dragon.

If Canaan is a world with fantasies and dreams, then dragons are the beginning and end of this dream. You can imagine an adventurer who pursues adventure, pursues a life of magic and books, and the light and shadow of swords.

The moment he saw a giant dragon spreading its wings and flying toward him, the sword in his hand shone brightly, and his heart boiled with passion. The flash of light at that moment could not be described in ordinary words.

Xiao Fen could understand these people. When he saw the hordes of giant dragons flying over in Dragon City, didn't he also feel hot all over and his legs were weak?

This is the charm of fantasy world.

Knight was probably the first one among these people to react. As a character who mastered both arcane magic and courage, he may indeed be more sober than the average person. After the dragon's power was low and under pressure, this arcane knight

I don't know where I found the courage to get up, and ran towards the only permanent building in the camp.

In the wooden house, the Guardian of Faith was discussing with his companions.

The warlock in purple robes placed a roll of parchment on the table and said, "What do you think, Faith?"

The guard of faith frowned. He seemed to be so deeply troubled that he was unaware of the changes in the camp. The knight kept holding his chest with one hand, and a faint green light emanated from his five fingers.

It seeped out, which seemed to deepen his pain, making him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

But that's not what really worries the knight.

"No matter how you look at it, of course you have to fight even if you resist." The guard of faith spread his fingers and suppressed the green light. He took a breath and said quietly: "With the holy object, it is not impossible to win. Besides, we have a chance to win.

We can't afford to delay it. The elves won't give us much time. We must solve all this before then..."

He stopped and took a deep breath as if to suppress something: "...then return this thing to the elf. We can't kill them all so early. Uncle, Alice and everyone's hatred, we still have to keep it.

At this level, go find those bastards and ask for it back——"

The purple-robed warlock fell silent.

Everyone in Plastor has sacrificed too much along the way. At first, everyone was full of confidence, thinking that as long as they had faith in their hearts, they could defeat the enemy without hesitation. Didn't they often say that as long as justice can achieve the final victory?

?But on the Clover Plain, everyone encountered the Fourth Column and the Twelfth Column at the hands of despair, especially the Twelfth Column, known as the Eagle of the South - those were two unforgettable defeats, and many were defeated.

The partners who shared the joys and sorrows with each other from the beginning left forever in that battle. He still remembers the scene where everyone hugged each other and cried when those partners came to say goodbye. He will never forget it.

It's like he can't forget the proud black knights of the Hand of Despair, and he doesn't even take them into consideration from beginning to end.

"I thought I loved this world very much, but I'm sorry, I can't change it..."

"Maybe I'm very weak, but I really can't accept it..."

"I'm sorry, the ideals of a small number of people are useless. Let the memory be sealed in your own hearts..."

"At least we still have a good memory."

"Goodbye, nice to meet you all."

"I will cherish the days I spend with you forever..."

After that, those familiar names never appeared in this world again...

As the purple-robed warlock was thinking about it, his nose suddenly shrank, and he covered his mouth and began to cry uncontrollably. The man turned his head and shrugged his shoulders, but he gritted his teeth and wiped his face to wash away the tears, trying his best not to make a sound. He sucked hard.

nose, and then calmed down and almost gritted his teeth and asked: "Faith, how sure are we? Against the Breathless Blade? The opponent is the elite team of the third column of the Hand of Despair, a group of guys ranked 87th in the world. We

What are the chances...?"

The guard of faith smiled slightly and patted his old friend on the shoulder.

"We have sacred objects." The knight kept saying this. Then he fell silent, as if his brows and nose were wrinkled together.

"As long as we think about it, we will definitely win." He insisted, and then sighed: "Even if we fail, it doesn't actually matter. At least I hope you will go on with me. Right?"

The warlock nodded.

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a sound filtering spell arranged by the warlock using magic tricks was broken. The noise outside the door seemed to rush in. The guard of faith immediately changed his face, and he suddenly

He stood up and pulled out the long sword on the bed beside him with his backhand. But the first thing the warlock saw was the arcane knight-Nate Yemirex, who came from the Lion Fortress to join them after hearing about their deeds.

Players have been accompanying them until now.

"Nate, what happened?" The warlock grabbed his staff with one hand and asked.

The guard of faith also calmed down. The worst-case scenario was that the elves would attack again. He pressed his chest with one hand and looked at his companion with questioning eyes.

"Dragon, dragon..." Nightyemirex seemed to have used up all his courage and calmness in the previous rush. He shouted out of breath as soon as he came in.

Both the knight and the sorcerer looked at their companion in confusion.

"Dragon, a dragon!" The Arcane Knight's eyes widened, and he finally spelled out a complete sentence.

"Dragon?" The warlock was still a little confused.

But the Guard of Faith finally reacted. His expression changed and he rushed out with his sword. As soon as the knight ran into the camp outside, a huge wind pressure made him stagger. He raised his head with difficulty and looked.

What arrived was a pair of wings that covered the sky and the sun - it was definitely a powerful, beautiful and terrifying creature. Its scales sparkled in the sunlight, as if they were plated with a layer of black gold, and they were tightly packed one by one.

connected together.

The dragon landed on its feet, then its front paws. She lowered her head and glanced at the knight with a pair of black asphalt-like eyeballs. Coldly, without any emotion.

Although the Guardians of Faith had been mentally prepared, they still couldn't help but take a deep breath at this moment. The warlock only took two steps out and was shaken to the point of being unable to move. As for the others, it was even more unbearable.

Decide whether to turn around and run away when you fall to the ground, or whether to rush up and fight this terrifying lizard, although both options seem to have little hope.

But the next moment these people saw a mage holding a green ball of light floating down from the terrifying dragon, landing gently on the ground with a piece of pale yellow transformed feathers.

Dragon Riding Mage——

There was a moment of silence in the camp, and most people had not thought about this concept. Although they almost instinctively recognized the other party as an NPC, there were very few advanced spellcasters among the NPCs.

There are those who act together with a giant dragon, and most of those people are legendary figures. For example, the arcane sage Kress and his red dragon companion.

The mage looked around for a week, but no one dared to come up and talk to him. Of course, the player was not afraid of a high-level spellcaster in such a situation, it was just that his thinking was short-circuited for a short time.

Only the Guardian of Faith breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiao Fen's big red robe. At least it wasn't the Hand of Despair. If such a high-level caster of the Hand of Despair came to him, he would probably be ready to risk his life and start again.

The account is ready. The knight has used up all his tear angel stones in the long battle. In fact, he used the death challenge opportunity the last time he was resurrected, and relied on an almost impossible will to sustain it.

Come down.

He looked at the mage quietly. He must be asking for something if he came here.

But what is there in him that such a high-level character would appreciate? The knight subconsciously closed the left hand that was pressing on his chest.

"How are you...?" The warlock walked up and asked uncertainly: "Excuse me, Master Mage, do you have any instructions when you pass by here?" He sounded like he was talking to an NPC, and he still didn't recognize him until now.

The mage is actually a player. But at this time, Yugudora jumped off the dragon's back again. The blond girl looked at these people with a curious look, and her round face was just short of writing 'Hello, I am a player'.

.'

The warlock was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xiao Fen, suddenly in disbelief.

"Are you... players?" he asked again uncertainly.

Xiao Fen nodded.

The guard of faith felt his heart sink, and he immediately looked at Xiao Fen and the two of them nervously. In comparison, players are much less principled than NPCs. It is entirely possible for them to kill without any reason - let alone Canaan.

Things like killing people and seizing treasures happen every day.

Xiao Fen looked at these people and suddenly felt that he didn't need to go any further to understand anything. Judging from their clothes, they should be the bandits mentioned on the forum, but players who make a living by looting are among the most common in Canaan.

They are usually domineering and rebellious, otherwise they would not be able to do this lawlessly, but looking at these people, they feel like refugees.

"Is it possible that there are some players who can't survive and are forced to become bandits? This can't be done?" The mage was a little confused for a moment, but he also felt that his guess was too ridiculous. So he calmed down and said straight to the point: "I'm here
To be continued...