Regarding the graveyard of the dragons.
There was a saying that, beyond the Elemental Boundary, there existed a graveyard of dragons. Every dragon would come there before reaching the end of its natural life and turn to dry bones. This saying was actually even more widespread among the dragons themselves. Aloz knew from her own bloodline that such a place existed somewhere in a corner of the vast world.
But even she had never expected to enter the Dragon's Tomb under such circumstances.
"Why have we come here?" someone asked.
The Little Female Dragon shook her head as well, indicating that she did not understand. This mysterious place had also left her shaken—far more so than the others aboard the ship. That was because of the resonance of the dragon bloodline within her soul.
It made her understand that this place would one day be the final resting place of all of them.
But, as if guided by fate, Aloz turned around and exchanged a glance with Brando. They simultaneously remembered the dragons the Twilight Dragon had thrown in the direction of Taoqike, including Floro.
Were those dragons connected to this place?
Both of them deeply felt that they were being enveloped by a conspiracy.
The Little Female Dragon seemed somewhat frightened, an emotion rarely seen in her. Brando seemed to notice Aloz trembling beside him, and for some reason, he instinctively took her hand.
Aloz shuddered, but quickly calmed down. A flush of mist rose over her cheeks.
"We didn't come here at the behest of the Twilight Dragon," Brando replied softly. "Lady Martha sent us here to look at these skeletons. Countless of your ancestors are watching over us. The Forest Spirits will surely bless us and lead us to final victory."
"Mm." Aloz nodded, finding a little