"You will pay a price, that's what history says." The giant dragon replied, not surprised by Grote's words. It was half-joking, half-serious. He said he was a surgeon after the fifth stage, but in fact such a person
Everyone who removes the identity of a surgeon can go to a top school to be a professor of history. Very few people can be equal. Some secrets and information can only be known by them, because they have the strength and the share
You can maintain a relatively natural state of mind. If it were someone else, they might not know what they would do after learning this information.
But there are still people who are attracted by this information. There will never be a shortage of these people. In the process of history, there is a need for such people. Many things are indeed being slowly promoted by such people.
"Miss Elinor, if you decide on the time later, you can inform me in advance." The dragon stopped continuing this fruitless topic and looked at the increasingly mature girl next to Grote and said, "There have been some events recently.
Too many buried dragon eggs have awakened and hatched a large number of new baby dragons. If there is a specific time, I can remind them, otherwise it will cause bad things, which neither of us want to see.
"
"I will, probably in half a year."
"Where's Grote? Since you're still alive, it's been so long since I've seen you go back to the Kingdom of Mist? It seems like you haven't finished what you wanted to do back then, right?" The dragon took advantage of this rare opportunity to ask. All three of them felt that
With the growing sense of tearing in the body, the balance of this world is collapsing bit by bit. Compared with the last time he entered the dream world, the sustainable time this time will be obviously much shorter.
Grote shook his head: "There is no time and opportunity. The Flame Alliance is preparing to start the sacrificial ceremony again within a year or two. Even if I go to the Kingdom of Mist, it will be meaningless. Besides, my own situation is very complicated.
Can’t move around freely.”
The giant dragon nodded at this time, raised its head as if remembering, and looked to the other side. It felt the breath of the same kind, and after filtering some information in its head, it guessed who the other dragons in this direction were.
.At this moment, a faint "buzzing" sound spread out.
This sound is extremely long, with extremely strong penetrating power, and nothing can block it. It comes from all directions, and there is no exact source at all. It seems to be far away, but also close. This is the low cry of a giant whale, which can
Whoever comes in here, whether it is the operator or the second type of creature, is very clear.
"I'm leaving first. I don't have much time. Those giant whales have already arrived. There are still some friends I want to meet. In normal times, there are too few opportunities and it takes too long to fly." The dragon said and spread its wings, but it was full of blood.
As the wings unfolded, the light fell from the sky piece by piece at the same time, covering the three of them, as well as the vast land that had been trampled by the disaster.
In the sky, the thick clouds and smoke were suddenly driven away by some kind of force. Six moon-like bright red stars of different sizes were neatly arranged in a straight line and appeared on the land. The feeling of tearing increased by several times.
More than that, it was obviously just an illusion, but the influence of the Red Star seemed to have really affected them through the illusion.
The giant dragon still flapped its wings, and the next moment it was hovering around the two of them: "Miss Elinor, I look forward to your coming to the Kingdom of Mist. Grote, I know a little bit about your situation, and I hope you can find a solution as soon as possible.
The scene at this moment may actually appear before our eyes soon."
After a strong wind, the giant dragon had already gone into the distance. Grote withdrew his gaze and looked to his side. Their eyes met in the middle, and both of them understood their respective thoughts.
"It seems you have to go to the Kingdom of Fog." Grote said, "Perhaps Monikoloa's words just now are not unfounded. Is this scene in front of us reminding us of something?"
"Six red stars," Nuoer said to himself, but suddenly he said "uh" in the middle of the sentence, and his complete body underwent an instant tearing and reorganization process with this sound.
"There is no time." Grote looked over. The red light crashing down from the sky like a waterfall seemed to be firmly attracted by gravity and became more intense. "I will use the identity and power of the saint in the Theocracy to accelerate my influence.
The establishment of your cross-continental trading company also has to speed up its plans."
"I will inform the relevant personnel of this situation. In addition, regarding my brother, I hope that I will receive an urgent letter from the Theocracy in the near future." After saying that, the two bodies were torn apart again. This time
There was no recovery, but neither of them disappeared for a while. In other places, the same situation was happening at the same time. Everyone involved knew what would happen next, and they were exchanging necessary information very quickly.
"Inform the Avalon agency about the six red stars. They may have some important information related to them!"
"Start the recovery plan immediately. Some people in the Senate should deal with it immediately. They will definitely have other ideas,,,"
"Go to Liunotaka and retrieve all the things. We will wake up as soon as possible in the future,,,"
"Monikloka, what's the situation in World Tree now? Something big may happen on the left and right prime ministers' continents. I may go to your side later,,,"
,,,,,,
"What a magical experience. I saw a lot of interesting things from inside." Stant opened his eyes almost at the same time as the Pope. "This time the scope is wider, and I was also pulled in. There were other unfamiliar faces, but
They all have impressions, and their affairs have been more or less recorded in history.”
"Pope, I'm very curious." Stant said, looking at the flowing sky outside the window. "Not talking about other countries, but only within the Theocracy, have any of the previous popes really died?"
The Pope rubbed his head and sighed: "Of course there are, and there are still a lot of them, relatively speaking. Not everyone is willing to put their lives into the future, and not everyone will hand over their hopes to
In the hands of latecomers, this is a huge gamble. Those who are willing to bet are still alive, but those who are unwilling will naturally die."
"However, the dead are not useless, nor did they make wrong choices at that time. One party chooses to gather strength and use a limited life to span a long time; the other party chooses to believe in himself and try various methods within a certain period of time.
Method. Both promote their own common goals, so,,, there is no right or wrong. Stant, you just need to remember that there are never many of our kind, and this is enough."
After the Pope finished speaking, he also looked out the window. The scene outside touched him: "Today should be a new starting point."