Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 201 There is no foreshadowing of not pretending to be x

Compared with the pleasant climate in the west of Central Continent, the condition of the eastern continent half separated by a strait is a bit worse. Although the population who migrated from the Rift Age has increased a lot in the past 200 years, but limited by the poor natural conditions, there is still The chaos caused by the complex and brutal struggles between the states, the Federation as a "country", in the past nearly 200 years of history, most of the time is just a geographical concept.It wasn't until Astaros came to power 40 years ago that the various forces in the Far East were truly kneaded into a collection with clear political boundaries.

In just five years, the kings and their families of various countries were "invited" to be raised in the white capital on Mount Asta surrounded by the forest of beasts, and became "big nobles" with no identity and wealth. The local affairs are managed by the consuls dispatched from the royal capital. The sinister and cruel process of this process is still engraved in the minds of many people in Baidu. Been in danger several times.

As time goes by, no one in the Far Eastern Empire can shake the authority of the Storm Lord. His ageless face and strength that can hardly see the limit grows with time, making people believe that the rule of this king will continue without a doubt go down.

As the undisputed pinnacle of earthly power and talent, he takes it all for granted.It’s just that he’s used to luxury, but he’s not greedy. The distribution of state tributes and palaces hasn’t changed for decades; After Bang's famous or unknown ferocious beasts are recruited into the army, the vast breeding ground of the Forest of Beasts seems to be enough for him; and as a ruler, he formulates rules, gathers those who are gifted with strength, and manages high-ranking animals. Powerful nobles make them like domestic animals, and punishing incompetent and greedy officials is like abandoning ants, but at the same time, they don't mind decentralizing power; The Royal Family Library sorted out those obscure inheritances in a unified way, and invested a lot of manpower and material resources in compiling the first authoritative and complete alchemy code. However, his reaction to the fanatical worship of those warlocks was simply indifferent.

As a king, his strength and skill are not inferior to any of his predecessors. He holds power, but he is not burdened by it. His purpose is clear and unpredictable.If he just wanted to leave a deep enough name in history, he did it at least 30 years ago. He wanted to make the Commonwealth a powerful and wealthy country. an idealistic passion.

In fact, even Bristol didn't see him showing any special passion for anything, just like the huge project that Baidu was working on. Nearly [-] laborers and thousands of warlocks are busy all year round on the wide platform of the building, and various materials piled up like mountains and consumed like water on the stepped construction site prove that Astaros attaches great importance to this, but the progress of the project is more than half, just Encountering a bottleneck made him easily order to suspend the main progress. I left Baidu for the first time in ten years, but as he himself said, he wanted to relax and deal with local political affairs just by the way.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Instead of speaking with a tongue, Thunderbird no longer has any obstacles in expressing.

"There is a sense of familiarity." Astaros said thoughtfully. At this time, they were already walking on the water of Hawada Lake. There was no light around them. The surface of the black lake, and in front of it, is an endless stream of water.Those who cannot reach here cannot imagine that when the density of water droplets reaches a certain level, their shape is no longer considered "rain" at all, and they can already be called a hanging Milky Way.Even a power talent with a federal four-star rating or above cannot maintain protection for long in this abnormal celestial phenomenon.

But it didn't matter to Astaros.

Bristol once explored the anomalies in this area. The closer to the center, the greater the energy density, which is so large that even his smallest form cannot be approached. The power of Astaros is not much stronger than him, and their current position It was already much closer than the distance the Thunderbird had ever reached.The wall protects not only the rain, but also the influence of alien forces. Bristol can't even sense the direction, but Astaros's pace is calm and steady, without the slightest hesitation.

"Have you ever seen such a sight?" asked Bristol.

"I have never seen this kind of heavy rain." Astaros said, "but this kind of power..." He pondered for a while, and changed his words, "Boolean, how big is the largest magic circle you have ever seen?"

The Thunderbird standing on his shoulder turned his head sideways, "The one you made on Mount Asta, there is no bigger one."

"So you didn't feel its presence when you came last time?" Astaros asked.

Bristol looked sideways at his angular profile, "What are you talking about?"

Astaros stopped in his tracks, flicked his robe and knelt down halfway, staring at the water under his feet. He stretched out his right hand through the thin and invisible wall, and immersed his wrist into the cold lake below. The Thunderbird stared at him As soon as he felt a slight power fluctuation on his body, what happened next was far from "slight"——white light came out from under the water, and Astaros seemed to "catch" some kind of Things, and then the wide lines wrapped in light hooked and spread in a very short time, and the stable pathway formed by the interweaving of patterns and dotted lines rapidly expanded outwards, and even such a heavy rain curtain could not completely block what it presented. Ristal's eyes followed it involuntarily until the end of his sight.

The more than 20 attendants who were still waiting by the lake looked at the scene in shock. The sky was illuminated by the light from the vast and endless water at that moment. Even if there was only a moment of light, what they saw at that moment almost included Looking at the turbulent lake in front of them, the light and shadow on a scale completely beyond common sense still burned into their minds from their eyes.

"...This, what is this?"

"A magic circle...?"

"How could it be a magic circle!" Bristol, who came back to his senses, changed his image of being extremely reserved towards people in any form, and shouted in a gaffe, "How does this kind of thing exist! Why don't I know! I am here This continent has survived for so many years, and I haven’t flown there! I didn’t even know that such a large magic circle was here!”

"Of course you don't know." Astaros stood up, "Didn't I just find out now?"

"I can't see it!" Bristol raged.

"I just feel a little familiar." Astaros said, "Even your perception can be isolated, it only exists in the water body and is not related to other substances, every trace of power is perfectly restrained in the front, I can I came here because I acted according to the established route. If I take a wrong step, I will be overwhelmed by the power that fills the entire space just like you were at that time. Although I really don’t have a form of law in my memory. Arrays are similar, but capable of creating and even controlling power on this scale..."

"What is it?" Bristol asked habitually.

"There are only dragons," said Astaros.

"The dragons of Middle-earth are all dead," said Bristol. "Do you think there is one alive?"

"It's not him." Astaros said, he continued to move forward, his steps were still unhurried, but his speed was not inferior to the flying of the Thunderbird, and he was already hitting the wall around him alternately like the water of a waterfall. The hydrogen in the magic circle has its own rules of operation, otherwise, with this scale of injection, it would be enough to drain the water vapor from half the continent and turn the entire Hawada area into an inland sea, "He probably has this This kind of ability, but no such skills, not to mention that he has never been to the East, and this magic circle has existed longer than the Rift War."

"Who could that be?" Bristol asked. "'He' did this and what was he trying to do?"

"Who knows." Astaros laughed. "When the Dragon Clan of Central Continent was extinct, there was almost nothing left, including the bones. Only some small souvenirs are still handed down today. Regarding the specific process, even Zeng and him Little is known about your race that has coexisted and maintained the lineage to this day. However, the corpses of hundreds of dragons, or more, are not in your eyes, not in the hands of humans, if they were not taken away by the power of killing dragons. Come on, they are still in some corner of the world, then, you can guess... where is their cemetery?"

Bristol suddenly had a bad feeling, "Do you mean..."

The waterfall suddenly became smaller, and the water column turned into water droplets again, which became more and more sparse, and the water still flowed along the wall, making the vision that gradually widened somewhat blurred.Astaros slowed down and removed his protection. He walked on the water surface in vain. The wind blowing from the side brought water droplets and slapped his black robe. When the light appeared in front of him, he stopped moving forward and looked up. face, looking at the opposite scene.

The huge mist-like light curtain separates the two worlds. The bright moonlight clearly draws the steep circular section of the cloud layer, the silky water surface reflects the moonlight, and the white peak that reaches the sky in the moonlight without seeing the apex .

Astaros said: "He's beautiful, isn't he?"

Bristol stood on his shoulders, sharp claws clenched so hard they almost penetrated his shoulders.Because what Astaros was admiring was not this scene, but the gigantic creature with bright blue scales and unmistakable scales, perched above the water surface under the strange-shaped peak.

"Is he...alive...?"

Astaros took a step forward, and the water-colored dragon curled up at the bottom of the mountain also moved. Its long and soft neck slowly lifted up, its translucent eyelids opened, and its thick snake tail stretched out, passing through the water, almost reaching them. before.The size of this giant dragon is so large that even with the peak behind him, the oppressive feeling of his every move is still suffocating.

Bristol stared at him, slowly leaning back, almost falling off Astaros' shoulders. When he came back to his senses, he found that Astaros was still walking forward, and quickly turned around and flapped his wings vigorously. Human friend, "What do you want to do? Don't go! Do you know what he is? Don't go! Let's go, go!!"

"Shhh." Astaros hugged him down, and the dragon bowed its head like a mountain peak. Compared with it, the human figure was as small as gravel.

Soul Eater, Astaros the Lone King?

This is the voice of a giant dragon, imprinted directly in the mind, and the tone is like a wave of water.

"Hi." He smiled.

Why are you here?

"I just wanted to see something I don't know," said the Storm Lord, "and you have given me a great surprise."

This is not an open place.

"The place where the dragons lie... If I hadn't been 'I,' I probably would never have found it," said Astaros. "So you are in my land."

This place is not the tomb of the dragon, the king of men.The dragon's blue eyes stared at him, and said in a low voice.

Astaros raised an eyebrow slightly.

My people voluntarily went to die, put their flesh and bones here, and guarded more than one place... The dragon said, stretch out your hand, King of Man.

Astaros didn't say much, he stretched out his hand, the dragon lowered its head, and the horns on the top of its head fell in front of him, and then some shining crystals fell from his head, being captured Astaros gathered it into his hands.Without probing in any way, the moment these beautifully colored gems fell into his hands, he knew what they were.And the Thunderbird, which was constantly struggling in his arms, also stopped moving. After the dragon handed over the crystals to Astaros, although his figure was still frighteningly large, the sense of oppression of power disappeared. Now, the water-blue figure looks even more illusory at this time.

This one is for you.

"Why?" Astaros asked. "You know I need this?"

Follow His Majesty's arrangement, that's all.

"Your Majesty?" Astaros looked at his raised head again, "Which one is it? May I know his name?"

You don't have to know that someday in the future, you will meet him.

"future?"

This is a destined choice, in order to make the past correspond to the future.The dragon straightened up, and the moonlight danced with his movements, weaving ethereal wings behind him. We have done everything we should, and you are next.

"..." Astaros watched him vibrate his light wings, ascending around the white peak, and slowly disappearing into the mountain.

Goodbye, hope to see you again...

The clouds began to gather, and Astaros looked away, "That's why I always prefer those who look younger."

He took Bristol out of his arms, and after being pecked a few times, he threw him into the air with one hand, "At least when they want to say something, it's more direct than this."

The thunderbird hovered in the afterglow of the moonlight, and its figure gradually returned to its true size. Astaros looked behind him, and the wind and rain were chasing after him like hurried steps, but this weather would not last long. With the dragon The magic circle in the water is also shrinking, and the lines that only he can see are centered on this white peak, winding and climbing up layer by layer.

It was an arrangement that started earlier than their worries.Who, when, and why this arrangement was made, even with an entire powerful ethnic group as the cornerstone, these questions have exceeded the content of the fragmented memories of his soul, but he will always know the answer, maybe in The future foretold by this dragon.Until then, he will continue on his own path.

On the Dragon's Spine at both ends of the latitude, which is the same as the strange peak that the Storm Lord is moving away from, the loose snow almost flooded the forest under its feet, and the snowflakes raised by the strong wind that flowed in strange routes all the time covered all vision. Above the wind and snow , under the clouds, the powder of snow, which is as fine as dust, faintly outlines a huge monster half floating on the waist of the peak. "It" should be the part of the head moving towards a certain place. If "it" has eyes, passing through the heavy snow curtain, what "it" is looking at is a peaceful human settlement.

Meravia, holding the cue, stopped moving.

"What's the matter?" asked the elf.

"It's nothing..." Meravia said, "It's just an illusion." Then he dismissed the fleeting feeling that it wasn't even a light touch.

In the cafeteria next door to them, Takla, who won a rare bet against Fan Tianlan once with Yunshen, was generously inviting people to drink with his credit card. The laughter even attracted many werewolves. In the teaching building not far away , the first academic test since the beginning of winter was going on, Yun Shen in the office got up from the computer, picked up the blanket and walked to Fan Tianlan, who was sleeping on the sofa by the wall, and bent down to cover him.