The man has not yet come out of the shadow of the stairs, but the man in the white suit frowned for some reason at this time.x.
at the same time.
"Old guy!! I told you, I will definitely find you!"
Not far away, Miss Soul Witch landed in front of the gate of the castle in a few jumps... On her high heels, a pair of small emerald green wing-shaped air masses also disappeared the moment they landed.
"Do you think you can escape?" After landing, the mind witch rushed to the man in the white suit... Farrell without saying a word, grabbed his collar with both hands, and said angrily: "You ungrateful guy
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Farrell's eyes suddenly turned cold.
The witch girl's anger was extinguished immediately. Her heart thumped... she gave up grabbing Farrell's collar, and then looked around at the castle in front of her.
"This place... seems to have been seen in some magazine?" Miss Witch did not say this just to change the subject, but she really felt as if she had seen this place somewhere.
After she entered the "Inhuman Realm" through the "Coordinates", she followed Farrell's traces all the way. She didn't have time to determine her specific location. She only roughly knew that she was in a chaotic area.
"Wait...it seems to be here?"
The doubts in her heart were quickly solved. The witch lady obviously found information consistent with this place from her memory, especially after seeing a huge oil painting in front of the castle hall.
She couldn't help but swallowed quietly, and subconsciously looked at Farrell beside her. She saw that Farrell was staring at the figure stopped on the stairs, and said calmly: "As you think, this is Mr. Roland's house."
castle."
"Mr. Roland!" Miss Witch suddenly took a breath, "The last sword master in France?"
The witch Miss Gillian suddenly looked at the figure hiding in the shadow of the stairs, her face changed slightly, and the information about Mr. Roland quickly flashed through her mind.
The last sword master of France, the legendary hero of the war a hundred years ago, the owner of the holy sword [Juvaius]... and the dark dragon knight, the legendary royal descendant of the [Carolingian Dynasty], [Inhuman Realm]
Honorary president of the Swordsmanship Association... and some amazing achievements.
The last swordsman, Duke Roland, is famous for being the most evil knight in history, Farrell, by several blocks in the [Inhuman Realm]. He is a legendary hero that the Psychic Witch has heard about since he was a child.
At this time, even if she was as bold as the witch lady who freed Farrell from the prison of the Knight Agency, she would inevitably become nervous.
"You're not Roland...who are you?"
But Farrell's brows furrowed directly at this moment...or his eyes became stern.
Finally, the figure on the stairs walked down the stairs again, and the figure emerged from the shadows little by little.
"You...you guys came to see my grandpa?"
His voice was a little timid, and his hands were holding the pillow of a handsome cartoon boy of the same height... He seemed to be the type who was not good at communicating with others.
In fact, this is indeed the type of person who doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with others. The witch lady couldn't help but open her mouth slightly.
Because the guy in front of me... weighs at least two hundred and fifty pounds, right?
And she's still...female.
What a cruel thing this was, and the witch girl quickly restrained her sympathy because this woman claimed to be the granddaughter of Duke Luo Lan, and she was naturally a [princess]-level figure that she could not afford to offend.
"Are you Roland's granddaughter?"
Farrell looked at the other person's gaze strangely, and the girl with an extraordinary figure immediately lowered her head.
"Where's Roland?" Farrell suddenly asked.
Hearing this, the granddaughter of the sword master showed a hint of sadness, "My grandfather passed away years ago... Do you have anything to ask him about?"
"Wait a minute! Mr. Roland is dead?" Miss Witch couldn't help but be stunned and said in disbelief: "What kind of thing is this? Why have I never heard of such a big thing?"
Farrell was silent, not knowing what to think.
The granddaughter of the sword master said timidly: "Because there was no publicity... the funeral was simply completed under the auspices of the master of Huiyao Tower and Lord Croloya..."
"Where is his grave?" Farrell took a deep breath at this time: "Take me to see it... He and I also fought together."
"You are..." The sword master's granddaughter opened her mouth in surprise.
"Barely considered a former comrade-in-arms."
The granddaughter of the sword master couldn't help but show a doubtful look, but it seemed that she was the type who was more likely to trust others, or she had other ideas in her mind, so she said: "This gentleman...if you want to hang a memorial, you may be a little bit...
…trouble."
Farrell's eyes couldn't help but become confused.
"You...come with me first." The girl with an extraordinary figure sighed and said.
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The tomb of Duke Roland is located in a courtyard behind the castle. Because it has been tended by ghosts for a long time, the roses here are not only in full bloom, but also quite neat.
Simply speaking, it seems that the courtyard is a quiet place. However, this is under the premise of ignoring a huge statue in the courtyard.
"Dragon?" Miss Witch looked up at the huge voice that was nearly twenty meters high and couldn't help but exclaimed... Although it was just a statue, it exuded a terrifying aura all the time.
Farrell also looked up at this time.
The granddaughter of the sword master looked at the two of them and said cautiously: "This is my grandfather's most cherished companion. After my grandfather was buried here, it automatically petrified into a statue and guarded here... any stranger who wanted to get close.
Everyone will be attacked by it."
"No wonder you led us to this place so easily." The witch lady looked at the granddaughter of the sword master and said something salty.
The granddaughter of the sword master didn't say anything at this time, wondering what she was thinking.
Farrell walked directly towards the tomb at this time. But as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, the ground in the courtyard shook slightly.
The eyes of the ancient huge dragon statue suddenly opened, and a pair of huge vivid eyeballs looked down.
The giant dragon... in the [Inhuman Realm] is just a legendary life, and it is usually very difficult to encounter. Even the golden dragon, which is under the care of the Magicians Association and is famous for its constant search for targets, is also protected by the Magicians Association.
The biological department is protected in every possible way, making it difficult for ordinary people to see it.
When the statue's eyes opened, countless cracks appeared throughout the statue's body and then shattered. A strong wind spread out, accompanied by a roaring sound rising to the sky.
What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a huge black dragon with teeth and claws, wings spread, full of power, and its scales shining black!
"Old guy! Be careful!" Miss Witch blurted out.
Under the gaze of this jet-black dragon, Farrell walked directly to Duke Roland's grave. The moment he stood at the grave, the jet-black dragon lowered its head and faced Farrell.
He opened his huge mouth and once again let out the roar of the black dragon.
The most evil knight in history suddenly punched the black dragon on the forehead. With this punch, a huge sound was heard that could shake the surroundings...even louder than the dragon's roar!
The ground outside the courtyard suddenly cracked, but the courtyard was not damaged at all... On the contrary, the black dragon fell to the ground directly after receiving a punch, with stars in his eyes.
"Alduin... I just came to see Roland, not to fight."
Farrell stared expressionlessly into the black dragon's eyes, "But if you're not sober, I wouldn't mind beating you up so that you remember who I am."
You've already beaten him, hey...you won't say anything until you've beaten me!!
The witch lady was behind, and she couldn't help but cursed wildly in her heart... When she turned to look at the granddaughter of the sword master next to her, she found that the mouth of the granddaughter of the sword master was also wide open, as if she had seen a ghost.
The granddaughter of the sword master turned around with a stiff neck and looked at the witch lady, "He... who is he?"
The witch lady cleared her throat, and then said seriously: "[mordred]...do you know the knight who fought in the battle a hundred years ago?"
"[Mordred]...is it him?" The sword master's granddaughter's eyes suddenly widened, "He is the madman that grandpa mentioned?!"
"Shh!"
Miss Witch suddenly strode forward, hurriedly reached out her hand to cover the fat girl's mouth, and then carefully stared at Farrell in front of the grave. Seeing that he didn't seem to respond, she seemed relieved.
At this time, the black dragon lying on the ground with his tongue hanging out...Alduin, his body glowed slightly, and then his body shrank little by little, and finally turned into the appearance of a black-haired young man. There was a cross-shaped wound on his cheek,
Just at the bridge of the nose.
The young man was rubbing his head, looking like he was in pain... and looking like he had seen a ghost.
"Do you remember it."
Farrell glanced casually at the black dragon in humanoid form.
The black dragon Alduin in front of him stood up, his face full of vigilance, "You madman... you are not dead yet? Weren't you arrested and locked up?"
Farrell did not explain the matter and asked directly: "How did Roland die?"
"When your lifespan is up, you will naturally die." Black Dragon shook his head, "Aren't human beings so fragile?"
"With Roland's body function, it is not impossible to die of old age naturally, but it will take at least one or two hundred years." Farrell snorted coldly: "If I don't die, he will naturally not die either!"
"Died of illness!" The black dragon Alduin said another reason impatiently.
Farrell raised his eyebrows, and a violent and crazy aura suddenly swept through the entire courtyard... The face of the black dragon young man in front of him couldn't help but change slightly, but he didn't seem to intend to say that he was willing. He just gritted his teeth and showed an unfailing attitude.
God knows why its legs are trembling a little now.
But Farrell didn't take action, he just maintained this terrifying momentum, motionless. Suddenly, Farrell's figure flashed, but he was not attacking the black dragon, but the one next to the witch lady.
The granddaughter of the sword master.
It was also punched out.
This punch can directly knock the black dragon to the ground, but now it is hitting a delicate... well, a girl. The fate seems to be imaginable.
"Old guy, you're crazy again!"
At this time, the granddaughter of the Sword Master looked at the fist that was approaching, as if she was completely stunned, and was so frightened that she could not move... The fist finally stopped in front of the granddaughter of the Sword Master.
It's like two inches off.
Farrell did not retract his arm, but just stared at the other person and asked in a deep voice: "Have you finished learning Roland's sword master skills?"
The granddaughter of the Sword Master seemed to have just come to her senses at this time, "Ah? What did you say... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
I saw a long sword pointing straight from bottom to top. The tip of the sword was pointed at Farrell's throat... just missing by an inch.
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint seemed to have no idea about this. Her face panicked and she dropped the long sword in her hand. However, she still hugged the life-size pillow in her hand tightly and apologized nonstop.
"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"
The black dragon Alduin suddenly held his belly and laughed, pointed at Farrell and mocked: "Are you deflated? Old madman!! Leia's swordsmanship was deflated even when Luo was still alive! You deserve it!"
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Farrell didn't look angry at all, and directly grabbed the granddaughter of the Sword Master... Leia's wrist with his backhand, and said sternly: "Very good! You are much better than those incompetent guys from the Knight Agency.
, barely qualified! I want you! Come with me!"
"Ah? Go...where?" The sword master's granddaughter suddenly panicked, "Um...give me some...preparation time...it's so fast..."
what's the situation?
The witch lady was obviously a little unresponsive.
At this time, Farrell directly grabbed Leia's wrist, and after dodging, he appeared next to the black dragon, and directly pinched the back of the opponent's neck with his palm.
After hearing the black dragon howl in pain, its body suddenly became huge... and the black dragon's body was restored directly.
Farrell, who was standing directly on the black dragon's neck, still pressed his palm against the back of the black dragon's neck, "Let's go! Go to the Magicians Association, I want to see Hui Yao!"
"Old madman! Why are you riding on me!!" The black dragon was unwilling to agree and twisted its body crazily in the air.
"Disobedient? Then I will make the black dragon clan extinct!"
It stopped... The black dragon's twisting stopped all of a sudden, and it was heard saying viciously: "Listen, I just don't want you to get Leia's hands! This is a strategic compromise! Don't be complacent!!"
It roared unwillingly, spread its wings, and was about to fly away from the castle.
"Old guy, you want to run away again?!"
Seeing this, the witch lady stamped her feet. The emerald green wings on her high heels spread out again, and then she quickly jumped onto the back of the black dragon. She smiled sweetly and said, "Excuse me."
"...Another one?!"
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【Toridor】Clan.
In front of the cliff, the master of Huiyao Tower, the true dragon of China, and the little butterfly demon holding a golden apple were looking at the ruins of the castle surrounded by cliffs in the distance.
The vampires, like bees, are busy moving the rubble that can no longer be used.
"Depending on the situation, Fafnir should be causing a big fuss here." The master of Huiyao Tower sighed softly at this time, and naturally looked at the true dragon of China.
"Well, this guy has quite a lot of energy." Shenzhou Zhenlong nodded, "This medicine is really effective. I'll get some for you later! It's a return gift!"
Hearing this, the little butterfly demon holding the apple couldn't help but blush... get some more??
