Under the cover of the night, the Holy Crown City was still brightly lit. The guards on the city wall were meticulously patrolling. Even on this special day, they didn't relax their vigilance. Of course, when the guards came, they would still have a chance to have a few drinks. Although they couldn't witness the grand wedding today, it was still a good thing for them to enjoy the joyous atmosphere.
Suddenly, several vague figures rose from the city and flew straight out of the city at a very fast speed. The guards saw this strange scene, but they didn't take any action, because Schumann had ordered them to only leave the Holy Crown City tonight, but not to enter.
Han Jin could make the lords obey him with his overwhelming strength, but no matter what, Han Jin couldn't restrict the freedom of these people. That would be too overbearing. When Schumann gave this order, he didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
If Guevara and the others had seen these figures, they would have been shocked. What on earth had happened that made Anqielle, the dragon guardians, and the elders leave the Holy Crown City in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye to them?
In the air, Anqielle's face was serious, as if covered with a layer of frost. She pursed her lips tightly, as if trying to suppress the anger in her heart, and just kept flying forward.
The guardians and elders of the Dragon City and the Dragon Field also looked gloomy. They followed closely behind Anqielle without saying a word. Obviously, something important had happened.
The sun rose and set. Anqielle and her companions kept flying at a fast speed, as if they didn't know what fatigue was. On this day, when they were less than a hundred miles away from the Dragon Field, a group of giant dragons greeted them from the direction of the Dragon Field. After a short conversation, they turned around and flew into the depths of the Magic Beasts Forest.
In the center of Paradise Lost, there were patches of strangely shaped dense woods. The tall and small trees all slanted outwards, as if there was a force pushing them all year round. If there was only one patch of woodland, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, all the trees within the range of thousands of acres looked so strange that it made people's scalp tingle.
The fog floating in the air was also strange. Suddenly, a light flashed, and then countless twisted lightning bolts bombarded the ground. Before the lightning bolts dispersed, the fog turned into a grayish-yellow tornado, soaring into the sky. When the tornado became more and more violent, with a boom, dust and sand splashed in all directions and turned into countless sparks. As soon as the sparks fell, frost quickly spread along the ground.
Anyone with a little knowledge of magic could see that there was a real place of elemental chaos in front of them. There were similar places on the continent, but they couldn't compare to Paradise Lost. First of all, the elemental fluctuations here were too large and too violent. Moreover, the phenomenon of elemental chaos had existed for countless years. Perhaps it would continue to exist in the future. In other places, elemental chaos was cyclical. Some would repeat every few years, while others would take decades. The duration was also very short. The frequency, intensity, and range of elemental fluctuations couldn't compare to Paradise Lost.
"This is the place?" Anqielle asked indifferently. However, even the dullest person would be able to sense the raging fury hidden beneath her calm tone.
"Yes." The guardian lowered his head and carefully replied, "At first, I didn't believe it either. It wasn't until I saw that Lord Milo's tomb had been tampered with that I immediately came to inform you."
Anqielle stared at the strange forest under her feet. After a moment of silence, she suddenly sneered, "The land of the fallen gods. Do they think this can stop me?"
"My Lady, something's not right!" Chazeaux's face was very serious. According to legend, Paradise Lost was once the battlefield of the gods. After countless years, the aftershocks of the Twilight War still wreaked havoc on this land. Here, no one dared to use magic. Even the strong who saw each other as mortal enemies wouldn't use the place of elemental chaos as a place to duel. This was because the competition here wasn't about strength or calculation, but luck.
One side spent a lot of effort to release the Earth Spear, but his mental strength might be completely swallowed by the chaotic elements. The other side only released a small fireball, and the moment it collided with the fire elemental explosion, the small fireball would become a monstrous flame, and even swallow both sides.
"That's right. It seems that someone wanted to lead us here." Anqielle raised her hand to tidy up the messy hair on her temples. Her white and long fingers were as gentle as jade, and under the sunlight, a metallic luster flashed between her fingers. It was the ring that Han Jin gave Anqielle for communication. For some reason, Anqielle was still wearing this ordinary-looking ring. Of course, after Han Jin's modification, the ring was now very suitable for Anqielle's slender fingers.
"My Lady, are you saying that we've been fooled?" Harriet looked up in horror, "Should we send someone back to inform —"
"What's there to inform?" Anqielle sneered and interrupted Harriet, "When did the dragons become so timid?"
"My Lady, if you believe that this is a trap, then it's better to be safe. Send someone back to inform Lord Raphael." Chazeaux said slowly. Lost Paradise was not frightening; what was frightening was the enemy hidden within it. From another point of view, the other side was able to silently steal Golden Dragon King Milu's skeleton and painstakingly transport it here. This in itself was inconceivable.
Dragon graveyards had always been the most heavily guarded place. Even Chazeaux admitted that he did not have the strength to enter the graveyard without alerting the dragon guards. The whole thing was strange. What was the other side's purpose for doing this? Perhaps it was not just to lead Anqielle and the others here. Perhaps there was an even greater conspiracy hidden in this.
"It's too far." Anqielle shook her head and said unquestionably, "I don't have that much time to waste here. We must immediately find Lord Milu's skeleton. I won't allow anyone to disturb his peace!"
After saying that, Anqielle took the lead and flew down. Chazeaux sighed and followed. Anqielle was right. Even if they knew that it was a trap, they could not turn back. Golden Dragon King Milu was the spiritual symbol of the golden dragons. Someone actually dared to steal Lord Milu's skeleton. This was no less than a great humiliation to the dragon race. And all of this could only be repaid with blood.
The guardians and elders of the dragon clan followed behind Anqiel, but no one saw the cold glint in Harriet's eyes.
A layer of aqua blue light lit up around Anqielle's body. She did not conceal her enormous might at all. Suddenly, Paradise Lost fell into chaos. Countless magic beasts fled in all directions in fright. The dense draconic aura evoked their innate fear. All of the magic beasts had only one thought left in their minds, and that was to run far away and never return.
After searching for an unknown amount of time in the mist, Anqielle's body suddenly stiffened. In the open space in the forest ahead, there was a huge altar more than ten meters tall. A dragon skeleton that was dozens of meters long quietly lay there. The white skull had a pair of powerful golden dragon horns that pointed angrily to the sky, confirming the identity of this skeleton.
It really was the skeleton of Golden Dragon King Milu! Hearing it with their ears was far less shocking than seeing it with their own eyes. The hero Milu did not receive the peace he deserved after his death. Thinking of this, the eyes of all the dragons present burned with anger.
"Come out, you fellows who hide in the shadows!" After seeing Milu's skeleton, Anqielle retreated dozens of meters. Although her voice was soft, it seemed to carry a strange magic that reverberated in every corner of the forest. Anqielle was not afraid of anything, but rather worried that the following battle would affect Milu's skeleton.
"Hehe, Anqielle, I'm very curious, where do you get your confidence from?" Along with a deep chuckle, a tall middle-aged man appeared in the forest. Behind him, silhouettes kept appearing, and with each additional silhouette, Anqielle's heart sank a little.
At the same time, a row of neat black dots appeared in the distant sky. They flew straight from behind Anqielle and the others at an incomparable speed. A moment later, the dragon elders could clearly see that they were actually huge black dragons. On the back of each dragon was a Knight wrapped in heavy armor. The long Knight's spear in their hands flickered with a dazzling cold light.
"What extravagance." Anqielle suddenly laughed, "Fan Lunding, I'm also very curious. When did you start to join forces with Nicholas? Do you really think that you can pose a threat to me like this?"
A trace of anger flashed through Fan Lunding's eyes. He then let out a long sigh and did his best to soften his tone, "The proud dragons should be the masters of this world, not the slaves of humans. Wake up, Anqielle! Do you really not know what that Raphael did to us? He toyed with us, humiliated us, and even slaughtered us. Calculate for yourself, how many dragons have died at his hands?! "
"A lot." Anqielle softly said, "But … Fan Lunding, have you calculated how many dragons have died in the civil war?"
Fan Lunding was stunned, unable to answer for a moment.
"Calculate again, how many golden dragons have your hands stained with the blood of dragons?" Anqielle's eyes were filled with ridicule, "Some fellows are just so laughable. They only see others, but not themselves. Even if he kills a hundred, or even a thousand, he still thinks that he is right. But when others intrude into his territory and harm the dragons, he suddenly becomes the embodiment of justice. Ha … What do you think the dragons are? Lambs that you're rearing?! Fan Lunding, you have no right to criticize Raphael! "
"Anqielle, you have to know that the civil war wasn't started by me!" The corners of Fan Lunding's eyes kept twitching.
"It's meaningless to say too much." Anqielle coldly laughed, "If you think you can defeat me today, then go ahead and try. If I think I can defeat you, then I won't let go of this opportunity. So, everything depends on our strength. But … please don't put on that righteous face and disgust me." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support legal reading!)
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