Falosi TV Station.
"Sir, do you really want to cancel today's program? The new guest has arrived. "
A planner in charge of the program looked at Brass Dragon, who was packing his luggage, in a panic.
"I have an appointment with someone else today. I'll replace it with another program."
"I have an appointment with someone else, but the guest this time is …"
The planner wanted to remind him that the guest's identity was not simple, but after seeing Brass Dragon's golden vertical pupils, he shut his mouth completely.
"Human, let me tell you a philosophy. The most important thing in work is to be happy. When you're unhappy, you should skip work and go on a vacation." Brass Dragon spoke to him like a senior encouraging a junior.
"This … This …"
Brass Dragon's words did not make any sense, but he did not dare to refute it. In the end, he could only watch as the host of the 'Interview' program walked out of the live broadcast room when the program began.
"Guardian."
A Darkwood Elf elder had been waiting outside the TV station for a long time.
"Time is really an interesting thing. After so many years, this is the first time I feel that time is not enough." Brass Dragon sighed and looked at the group of young elven warriors that the elder had brought with him. "This time, let me represent the Darkwood Elves. The ruins are not a battlefield you are good at. They are all hard to chew on iron bones."
"As you wish."
The status of the Holy Tree Guardian among the Darkwood Elves was no less than that of the Holy Tree itself.
"I'll go to Noland to see my old friends."
After bidding farewell to the Darkwood Elves, Brass Dragon left the Falosi TV station. Through the teleportation circle in the Falosi capital, along with the radiance of the teleportation circle and the rise of magic, he opened his eyes again to find himself in the human's magic capital, Noland.
The moment he arrived in Noland, a white-robed elder was standing quietly in the teleportation circle, waiting for him.
"The great guardian has personally come to Noland. May I know your purpose?"
The white-robed elder carefully looked at the elf with stubble in the center of the teleportation circle. When Noland's teleportation circle was close to overload, the white-robed elder sensed that an incredible existence had arrived in Noland.
When the white-robed man arrived at the teleportation array, he immediately recognized that the being in the center of the teleportation array was a pure-blooded dragon.
"I have a friend in Noland."
Brass Dragon glanced at the Spell Casters behind the white-robed man. Some of them were holding their staffs so tightly that their hands were turning white.
A pure-blooded dragon wreaking havoc in Norland could easily destroy the entire city.
This was the reverence humans had for dragons … The Brass Dragon did not specifically tell the sages before coming to Noland, which was why this chain reaction was triggered.
"Friend?"
"Josiah Yanorod should be a famous person in Noland. In human terms, I owe him a favor … No, a lot of favors."
Brass Dragon ignored the man in white and walked out of the teleportation circle. He was in a hurry.
"Josiah …"
When the white-clothed man heard this name, he instantly understood what Brass Dragon was here for.
The surrounding Spell Casters were somewhat uncertain as they watched the Brass Dragon leave.
"Does the guardian of the Frost Elves have the same goal? Leave the rest … to me. "
The white-clothed man realized that the people gathered by Josiah were no longer under the control of the sages in Noland. All he could do now was to wait and see.
… …
It had been some time since Black Sand woke up from his long coma. He could feel that his location had changed from the High Elves' city back to Noland.
Moreover, it was the familiar underground of Noland.
"Watcher, can you let me go now?"
Black Sand realized that Josiah had brought him back to Noland from that dangerous place … His nervousness was relieved, but his hands were still bound by thorns.
"I can let you go, but only if you tell me … how to get to where you live," Josiah said.
"You want to return to the Holy Region with me?" Black Sand thought for a moment, then nodded lightly. "Mistress and Father have always been concerned about the situation of the Watchers. If you're alone, I can bring you there."
Less than two seconds after he made this decision, Black Sand heard the sound of something falling heavily on the ground outside the room he was in.
"Who is it!"
Black Sand suddenly shouted loudly outside the door. He probably thought that someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Josiah.
"Come out, you don't have to hide anymore." Josiah rubbed his brows helplessly and spoke directly outside the door.
The next moment, the door was instantly pushed open, and Black Sand could clearly see the scenery outside. The eavesdropper outside the door was not something that could be described by just one or two people. He only saw a large group of fully-armed dwarves standing outside the door and staring at him.
"Watcher … You … This is …"
"The dwarven army that plans to destroy your home. I've discussed with them for a long time, and they've decided that they're only going there to 'explore the past'. They're definitely not going to destroy anything. Of course, I don't believe them," Josiah said to Black Sand.
"You want to bring these dwarves to the Sanctum? No … That's absolutely impossible! "
Black Sand became very agitated when he learned of Josiah's plan. Josiah did not continue to communicate with him, and immediately turned to leave the room.
A dwarf walked in and took out a sticky soft paper to seal Black Sand's mouth.
"What about this' guide '?" Frost Axe asked Josiah as he carried his family's heirloom, Frost Axe.
"Let him follow us. We have the key anyway. Even if we're not clear about the interior of the ruins, I believe that everyone sitting here shouldn't be afraid of any traps, right?"
The reason why Josiah came to negotiate with Black Sand was that he hoped to reduce the dangers that might appear in the ruins as much as possible.
However, looking at Black Sand's current state, it was impossible for him to continue to reveal more information to Josiah.
"We don't know how many Tin Woodmen we've dismantled in the ruins."
Frost Axe was very confident in the combat power of his tribe.
"Then there's no problem."
Josiah did not continue to dawdle. After walking out of the room, he could see the mining cart that the dwarves had built.
This mining cart could lead to the deepest part of the underground of Noland. Due to the limited capacity of the mining cart, Frost Axe could only bring twenty Dwarf Warriors.
"Ahem … Thank you all for coming. This isn't an exciting adventure. My purpose is just to have a chat with those Sublimers."
Josiah glanced at the beings that were present other than the dwarves. Two of the seven Sages of Noland had arrived.
Apart from helping Josiah, the Sages in Blue and Black were more likely to be on the side of protecting the underground ruins.
"I hate staying underground for too long. Let's get this over with."
The Ice Dragon Katarian was still yawning. Even in front of its own kind, the Brass Dragon, it could not be bothered to take care of its image.
Recently, while living in Noland, its personality had become more and more … lazy. To be precise, it had learned how to enjoy life.
"Mmph mmph mmph!"
Just as Josiah was about to greet the other reinforcements, Black Sand was lifted over his head by three dwarves and thrown into the carriage of a mining cart.
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