Everyone gathered in the hall of the evil place. Here, the shadow of the ancient fantasy world had completely disappeared, leaving no trace.
No one has sat on it for hundreds of years.
Wumian led the other clan disciples from Xie Village and walked neatly into the hall. Behind them were the Beast King and his son Xiaobao, as well as the guarding Warcraft warriors.
It was almost unimaginable before for the demonic beast forces from the wild forest to enter the Evil Village.
Since the people of the Evil Land were controlled and enslaved by the Temple of Light, the Warcraft clan and the Evil Land have had countless conflicts, and there have been countless battles over territory.[
But now, with the disintegration of the temple forces in the evil land, the conflicts between these two ancient races have gradually begun to resolve. After all, they have fought together for the first time in history.
"Prince Ao!"
Wu Mian bowed his hands respectfully towards Ao Junxie's back.
Ao Junxie withdrew his eyes from around the hall, turned around, held the thick and black mist-shrouded sword in front of his chest, and handed it to Wumian's eyes.
"The crisis at the top of Black Rock Peak has been resolved, and the original Red Dragon Sword has been returned! Wu Mian, I wrongly blamed you. When I saw you all standing by, I thought you were timid and fearful and wanted to be alone. However, the facts ultimately proved that you, Wu Mian, were evil.
The people of this land are not just meager people!"
The sleepless eyes stared at the simple yet glorious long sword in front of him for a long time. He was silent for a long time, and then said slowly:
"With such a wonderful divine weapon in the world, is Prince Ao really not tempted by it?"
Aojunxie smiled loudly and said:
"No matter how good things are, they belong to others. I, Aojun Xie, run all over the world. How can I be a person who is greedy for small profits?"
Wu Mian nodded lightly, but still did not pick up the Red Dragon Sword. After a long time, he finally raised his head, looked directly at Ao Junxie's face, and said:
"The prince is wrong! This sword no longer belongs to anyone else, but already belongs to the prince!"
Ao Junxie frowned, as if he hadn't fully understood the meaning of Wumian's words. When he turned to look at Ming Qianhe and Qing Kuang, they both seemed to have left it to him to handle it.
"mine?"
"That's right! Ever since the prince broke through the prehistoric fantasyland and conquered the prehistoric dragon clan, the prince has been his master!
I just kept it for the prince and took the Black Stone Peak with me! Otherwise, the people in the temple would have seen the Red Dragon Sword immediately!"
Ao Junxie suddenly realized it, sighed softly, and said:
"Having said that, I still can't accept this sword! I went to Black Rock Peak not to help the evil land, but to save my own people! I used your clan's divine weapon to avenge the warriors of Fengyun Continent, how can I accept it?
Such a great gift!
If this spreads out, others will think that I, Aojunxie, am a man who takes advantage of others by taking advantage of others! I am the God of War general of Fengyun Kingdom, and I must abide by the principle of receiving no reward without merit!"
"But... in today's world, I am afraid that only the prince is worthy of this Red Dragon Sword!"
If placed in the evil land, it can only be a decoration and cannot exert its due value. The evil land has been leaderless for hundreds of years, and I don’t want to cause endless troubles because of it..."