Whenever the shadow of the dragon passes over the hills and the land, many descendants with the blood of the dragon will be born on the earth. Astrologers claim that the next generation born under the shadow of the dragon will have magical powers, and this

This is the origin of the Year of the Dragon Shadow——

Thousands of years later, the blue water still washes the coast of White City as it did a thousand years ago, with sea foam floating on the sapphire-like surface, leaving undulating wet marks on the Antisquay dike; the highest wave

It has flooded to the lower edge of the relief of Leviathan, the giant beast carved on the long embankment. There is an iron ring there to mark the highest water level in the history of Baicheng. The iron ring is now rusty and weather-beaten. ↑ said,

This long bridge was built in the era when Terenk, the lord of the White City, forged swords into plowshares. It is connected to the stone trestle that extends into the blue bay in the distance. Hundreds of ships of all kinds are moored there, and the sailboats of the Elf Court are

Unique among them - a long row of longitudinal sails, and the bow of the ship is curved like a saber - this fleet came here across the ocean from Ireland Tower, and there were five batches in total.

On that day, the citizens of Baicheng saw the heavily armed elven troops disembarking from these ships and heading east, one after another, and they never appeared again.

More than half a month later, Rand once again stood on the edge of the causeway and looked at the yellowed sail tops - the elves never came back, leaving only the empty fleet drifting in the bay, like a ghost - for

They are not uncoveted, but everyone who dares to reach out has received a stern warning from the church.

The breath of sea water soaked into the cheeks, bringing with it a moist breath.

His heart was full of doubts, why did the elves of Ellanta come and where did they go?

The empty fleet drifting on the sea seems to be saying something silently, and the whispers are lingering in the bay like ghosts, which is chilling.

Rand suddenly felt the wind rising on the sea and a slight chill on his forehead.

He pressed his forehead and was slightly startled. How could the wind blow from the sea at this time of year?

But the sea wind immediately became violent, and the sea was dark, with a white line of waves on it. The strong wind blew across the bay. The flags on the top of the sailboats rustled, and the trees on the edge of the long embankment rustled.

In one piece, with his head bowed, Rand felt his hair flying, and quickly held down his hat. The wind immediately lifted the corner of his clothes, and he saw the sailboats in the harbor in the distance starting to rock one after another.

stand up.

What's going on here?

There were several workers shouting in the direction of the port, and their voices could be heard far down the wind, as if they were complaining about the weather. They said there was going to be a storm at sea. But his intuition as a sailor told him that this was by no means a prelude to the storm.

, not to mention that the rainy season has passed, and what kind of storm is coming on the quiet sea near autumn?

He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and suddenly saw a few black dots appearing on the horizon of varying light and darkness.

The elegant creatures that flutter their wings are huge and beautiful, as if every muscle on their huge bodies is full of rhythm. The perfection and extreme of life are vividly displayed in them; when they spread their wings, they seem to block out the sky and the sun. The wind blows from

They pass under their powerful wings, stir up wind and waves on the sea, and arrive through the clouds.

The great shadow once again passed over the land, just like in the past when it dominated everything.

On this day, the dragons flew over Baicheng again.

…

Water droplets gathered and formed on the intertwined gray-white rocks, with a line of fluorescence on the edges. The magnificent scene inside the temple was reflected inside; ding-dong, it dripped down from the dome, fell into the dark pool of holy stones, and sank to the surface.

Ripples ripple in circles.

"Sir, the winner has been decided."

Asebantu XI was in the darkness and said in a low voice.

Several holy candles in the distance emitted a dark light, outlining his milky white satin holy robe. The holy robe hung down to the stone slabs on the ground, and the bottom seemed to be stained with a layer of dark cyan.

The tower-like figure of Ellanda stood there for a long time, her emerald-like eyes exuding a deep brilliance in the darkness. Her gaze passed through the terrace on the side of the giant rock church - there were high mountains and forests under the sunset.

There are many dusk shadows, the last ray of golden light is being swallowed up by the heavy clouds, and the stars are falling upside down from the red and purple sky, with a tragic color that is unique to this moment.

The light will disappear below the horizon, and then there will be a long night.

After a long while, she slowly said: "What did you see, Your Excellency Asebantu?"

"This is the news brought by my students: The Silver Queen has joined forces with the undead of Madara. At dawn on the 17th, an army of undead set out from the Argen area. On the 21st, someone witnessed it near Ovehin.

Their march, if I guessed correctly, Madara’s undead have already arrived at the battlefield——"

"In the Evergreen Corridor, the armies of Golden Mane Toquinin and Jorgendigan are marching northward day and night. Once they pass through the Arobigon Gate, the strength of the Eastern Metzcruz will reach more than half a million

.”

Asebantu XI took out a piece of parchment from under his long robe sleeve, read it carefully, and then handed it over.

But Alanta didn't pick him up.

"Have you heard of the Battle of Ercatos, Lord Asebantu?" She turned around and looked at the latter and asked.

Ding dong——

Another drop of water fell into the pool.

Asebantu XI raised his head in confusion. The candlelight of varying brightness deepened the wrinkles on his face, and they looked like they were carved with knives and axes:

"Are there still variables, Lord Sage?"

"But... even if the eldest son of the emperor can deal with the White Army,... facing Qiao Gendigang's army, they will be unable to survive... unless..." He replied with some hesitation: "Unless you, Lord Sage, intervene."

"I will not interfere, Your Excellency Asebantu, I have already made it clear."

"In that case...I'm afraid it will be difficult for them..." Asebantu XI frowned deeply and shook his head repeatedly: "Sage,...not everyone is the King of Flame, Ekatos

A miracle like the battle...it is precisely because it is impossible to accomplish that it can be called a miracle."

"But miracles are difficult to repeat -"

Airanta did not refute him.

The last ray of golden light has sunk below the horizon, and the deep twilight brings boundless loneliness. The wind has risen at night. The clouds slowly move southward along the ridgeline in the sky, and the moonlight quickly pours down, making the golden lamp

The flower mountain range shows a silvery white color.

"I feel a kind of throbbing. The flame blade Odysseus has been reborn in this world and chosen its promised person——"

Asebantu XI was horrified. He raised his head and said, "Sir, this...?"

"Heroes are born in every era," Airanta replied softly: "The reason why an era is called an era is precisely because it will change in the past. If you simply repeat the past, you will not get the answer.

.”

"The Bugas are paying off their debts. They really shouldn't get involved in the jihad. Someone shouldered everything for them sixty years ago. Now they must repay this kindness." She turned around. There was something rare in her resolute face.

Showing a smile: "The wind is blowing, Mr. Asebantu, do you feel it?"

Outside the giant rock temple, the wind was gradually getting stronger, and the trees were making wild noises. Countless leaves were rolled up and flew into the sky, forming a torrent. They were flying all over the sky.

Some leaves were even rolled onto the terrace and scattered all over the church. Several monks hurriedly tried to run to close the door.

But at this moment, the door behind the church was pushed open with a bang.

"dragon--"

"Teacher, Sage, we are dragons!"

…

"Duroma, Anlek, and Karasu reported traces of giant dragons in many places."

"The dragons are acting strangely. Is something abnormal happening?"

"One more thing, Your Highness Princess, we need an explanation——"

Princess Griffin finally raised her head from the pile of documents, her beautiful brows slightly furrowed, her silver eyes that coexisted with gentleness and fortitude filled with unnoticeable worry. She looked at the person standing in front of her.

That nobleman, a member of the Nooning family, is standing behind Grand Duke Golan Elson, and maybe there are others?

She opened her mouth lightly and asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you just said clearly. Could you please say it again?"

The princess's voice is not high.

But it caused a moment of silence in the Zisu Hall of Fort Onevedo. The nobles, big and small, seemed to realize something. They stopped talking in a tacit agreement and looked in this direction. Some people had a look of surprise on their faces, and some had a look of confusion on their faces.

As if watching a good show, all kinds of faces with different expressions are intertwined with each other, and they are all strange and bizarre, like a grotesque picture.

The nobleman didn't care about Griffith's identity at all. He walked out of the crowd proudly, proudly took out a letter from his arms and placed it in front of Griffith.

"Your Highness," he replied, pointing to the letter: "This is the frontline report from Buqi, Jinbao and Karasen Plateau in recent days. Facts show that the undead of the Empire and Madara are amassing large armies on the border.

, ready to move."

Princess Griffin looked directly into the other person's eyes. From the corner of her eye, she saw many people, including the envoys of Archduke Golan-Elsen, the northern nobles, her grandfather, Archduke Viero, and even

A member of the Royal Party, she saw Macaro and others in the crowd. Those people avoided her gaze at first, but then they came over calmly——

She secretly clenched her fist.

"There is another report here, Your Highness Princess," the noble continued to reply calmly: "It says that the Cruz people have united with Madara, and Madara has sent tens of thousands of undead to fight in the East Metz area, and

Jogendigon, who was loyal to the Silver Queen, and the Golden Mane Toquinin Legion also passed through the Arobigon Gate, and the eldest son of the Cruz people was destroyed in an instant——"

"I already know this report," Princess Griffin's face darkened: "What kind of explanation do you want to hear?"

"Your Highness Princess," the envoy of Grand Duke Golan-Elson suddenly spoke: "Eruin is a small country. It is impossible for him to survive under the attack of Madara and the empire. And small countries should have small countries.

The way to survive. In recent days, the earl whom you supported has been causing trouble in the empire, ignoring everyone's dissuasion. Now that your bold and aggressive plan is about to fail, should you give us an explanation?"

Princess Griffin remained silent. Since the war started in Port Fatan, both warring parties have used magic to block all magical communications in the area. For nearly half a month, there has been no news from the battlefield.

She moved her gaze to Antitina who was standing in the crowd. The latter did not speak and only nodded slightly to her.
To be continued...