The scorching sun shines on the long bushes and dense forest lakes in the wilderness, casting light spots like pieces of gold.
The cicadas chirped one after another, almost filling the entire wilderness.
There is nothing unusual about a hilly slope.
There was only sunlight, heat waves, the chirping of cicadas, White Dragon inside, a few human corpses, and a figure kneeling on the ground.
The corpses were scattered around, all in pieces, and the wound sections were extremely smooth and neat, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade like a magic weapon.
The kneeling figure is the only complete figure.
"Lord Dragon - noble Lord Dragon - please spare me!"
The figure knelt down on the ground, pressed his forehead against the soil, and begged for mercy in a crying voice, "I am willing to give all my treasures!
I still have three gold coins in my pocket. Although they are not much, they are all my property, just to obtain your forgiveness.
Please forgive me for my offense and transgression, I am blind! I am stupid!"
White Dragon lowered his eyes and stared at the human in front of him.
His wings were folded at his side, and although his eyes were calm, there was something strange in them.
After a few seconds, he spoke quietly.
"Human, look up and tell me your name."
The voice was smooth and unmistakable.
The human raised his head in panic, revealing a handsome face.
With a high nose and deep eye sockets, he was supposed to be a deputy knight, but now he was crying and looking miserable. He was wearing a set of half-worn leather armor and a short sword hanging from his waist. He was dressed in a typical adventurer style.
Under White Dragon's cold and calm gaze, the human trembled and spoke, "Xia----Xia'er.
Lord Dragon, my name is Xia'er·Hines.
You----you can call me Xia'er, or Xiaoxia, whatever you want----"
Hearing this name, White Dragon narrowed his eyes and was speechless.
Same appearance, same name, but completely different personalities.
The Flower Knight in the main timeline is as tall as a pine tree. He dares to draw his sword in the face of a giant dragon. After realizing that he has been deceived, he can kill the sanctimonious noble without hesitation.
This person in front of me----
But he was a robber who was lying on the ground and kowtowing like he was pounding garlic.
Even so, it is enough for Garos to confirm.
The person in front of me is Flower Knight Xia'er's different time and space Counterpart.
Not long ago, Garos, as usual, used Shapeshifting Spell to disguise himself as a human and infiltrated a human gathering place to inquire about intelligence information outside the wilderness.
He met a human who looked very similar to Xia'er.
At first, Garos didn't think there was anything wrong with them. After all, they just looked very similar.
The way this person talks, behaves, and behaves is completely different from that of Xia'er in the main timeline. He is timid and has a sly look on his face. Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Garos did not talk to him, but left after inquiring about some intelligence information.
But this Xia'er focused on this unfamiliar face of his, and followed him with some accomplices. When he reached a remote place, he jumped out and surrounded him, flashing his sword, and asked him to hand over his treasure.
Garos felt a little surprised.
He had thought before that in this specious timeline, many things had changed dramatically, but he might still encounter some similar people and things.
As expected, I actually met him now, and it was my old subordinate Counterpart.
The difference is that in the main timeline, Ranger, who was heroic, chivalrous, a little naive but not low in wisdom, became a robber here----
Moreover, he is still a robber with no eyes, no class, and seems to be a bit stupid.
The robbery was all done to Garos.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, when he was pretending to inquire for information, he acted like he should stay away from strangers, and also exuded some dangerous aura. Normal people would not want to target him.
As a result, this is what it is now.
Garos revealed his true identity and killed all the robbers who were following him, leaving only Xia'er who was suspected of being Counterpart.
Now it's confirmed.
Looking at Xia'er with such a contrast, White Dragon raised his kiss slightly, showing an expression similar to a smile, and said playfully, "Xia'er----Human, why do you regard me as your target?"
Was there something wrong with my disguise? The feeling I gave you - wasn't dangerous enough?"
The robber Xia'er blinked his eyes, showed clear and stupid eyes, and said hesitantly, "Giant--Lord Dragon, your disguise is very good, and you feel very dangerous to me.
But----
But this is what I think. When going out, a truly strong person should be restrained and not show off, so that no one can see his strength.
Those who seem dangerous at first glance - they are all fierce and have no real ability.
I----I just thought that you might be faking----"
What kind of twisted brain circuit is this?
White Dragon was silent for two seconds and said, "Human, have you just started doing plunder like this?"
The robber Xia'er was slightly startled, his eyes rounded. "How did you know?!
This----this is actually my first debut! I just came out from my hometown a few days ago. I heard that there are many opportunities in the wilderness, so----
Just try to do it----"
Because if it hadn't just started, the grass on your grave should have grown several meters high.
Garos was speechless, just staring at the human being quietly.
Under the watchful eyes of White Dragon, the robber Xia'er begged for mercy again, with snot and tears streaming down his face, and his voice was miserable. "Master Dragon, I don't want to do that either! Life is really forcing me! There is war outside, and I still have parents and elders to support at home, and younger brothers and sisters are also waiting to eat.
Just hold your paw high and let me live—"
Before he finished speaking, White Dragon raised his paw and interrupted him.
"Go away.
Ben Long is in a good mood today, please spare your life."
Hearing this, the robber Xia'er was overjoyed. He kowtowed to White Dragon a few times, and then stood up carefully, bending his waist.
, step back step by step.
"Then----Lord Dragon, I'm leaving?
A kind dragon like you will definitely have smooth sailing in the future. I wish you a long life, never die, and can be resurrected after death, and you can live another 10,000 years after you are resurrected----"
As he spoke, robber Xia'er observed White Dragon's face. Seeing that the other party had no intention of changing his mind, he slowly turned around, then took off his legs and started running.
Finally, he let go and ran, faster and faster, rolling and crawling until he disappeared from Garos's sight.
"Why let this person go?
Is there anything special about him?"
White Garos asked in confusion.
In his impression, His Majesty Pale Star has a very aggressive and decisive character, and it is impossible to let the robbers go just because of a few words of begging for mercy.
Those accomplices just now killed them all without blinking an eye, but only this ordinary stupid robber was left behind.
Garos smiled faintly, and Longmu looked at the direction where Xia'er disappeared with a distant gaze.
"I already said it's because I'm in a good mood, that's all."
It has been decades in this timeline, but Garos has never met anyone familiar to him before.
Although the Xia'er he met this time was a completely different Counterpart from the main timeline, a coward and a stupid thief, it still gave Garos the feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.
Seeing that familiar face doing those stupid things, instead of getting angry, he found it interesting.
So I didn't care about his offense.
Immediately, Garos did not stay where he was. He waved his wings and set off a gust of wind, which scattered the fallen leaves on the ground and the Bloodshed smell, and rushed into the sky.
His White Dragon body has grown significantly compared to a few years ago. His body length is close to twenty meters. The cracked ice texture on his scales is clearer than before, and his claws are longer and sharper, making him obviously more powerful.
Since the war between Holden and Lothern began, conquests between the two countries have continued.
While Immortal One has not yet joined the battle, Lothern is currently at a disadvantage.
Although they have the Demon legion to assist in the battle, Demon is chaotic in nature, and occasionally will kill friendly and enemy forces without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy. Moreover, Holden's accumulation of developing Wind Elemental Plane over the years is not false. The empire's own military power alone suppressed Luo
Thane.
As a result, on Ser Wilderness's side, Lothern's control strength began to decline, plummeting sharply. There were fewer and fewer guards, and strongholds were abandoned one after another. It was no longer as difficult to subvert as before.
Under such circumstances, something similar to the main timeline happened.
The ferocious beasts and monsters in the major wilderness areas, those creatures with advanced intelligence and not far from the Legendary Realm, used to be lurking in Ser Wilderness, not daring to stroke Lothern's tiger whiskers.
However, with the passage of time and the collapse of order, most of these creatures want to take advantage of the chaos to compete for resources and seek breakthrough opportunities.
It's easy to fish in troubled waters.
Garos, who had been waiting for many years, no longer kept a low profile as before, and began to wander around the wilderness, taking advantage of the chaos to seize the high-level resources he needed.
He is alone, with no dependent organization under his command. He comes and goes like the wind. He only needs to think about himself when doing anything. He acts more efficiently, and the growth rate of Life Level and Path Level also continues to increase.
On the other side, in the sky.
A red dragon shadow passed through Clouds, flapping its broad and huge wings, approaching from far to near, approaching the sky of Ser Wilderness.
His movements suddenly slowed down, and he kept shaking his head. Violence, madness, and uncontrollable chaos flashed in his eyes.
Sex, and he was roaring in a low voice.
And on its blood-like scales, one can see purple vein-like textures one after another, bulging and shining, exuding a chaotic and ominous atmosphere.
After this state lasted for several minutes, the red dragon, which had arrived in the wilderness, could no longer control itself. Its wings converged, and like a burning meteorite, it dived towards a human gathering place below.
At the same time, in the tavern at the gathering place, a young human being with handsome features but a scornful appearance was drinking beer, with one foot on a stool, talking proudly to the people gathered around him.
"I have seen a dragon, have you seen it?"
"I remained calm and calm under the dragon's attack! My temperament scared it and forced it back!"
"That is a White Dragon, but it looks different from the White Dragon in my impression. It actually has dragon horns. The normal White Dragon seems to have no horns. The one I encountered must be the rumored White Death God!"
When speaking, Xia'er looked calm and cheerful.
Finally, he took another sip of wine and boasted. "Let me tell you, this dragon is not as scary as the rumors say! As long as you are brave, you have to be afraid of dragons!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone with sharp eyes reminded him, "Hey, why are your hands shaking?"
Xia'er was slightly startled, and when he looked down, he realized that when he mentioned White Death God, his hands were shaking like chaff, and he spilled half the glass of wine.
Several playful whistles sounded.
People around him patted Xia'er on the shoulders and laughed, "Aren't you afraid? You seem to be frightened. Your hands are shaking like this. When you touch the dragon, you might have peed your pants, right?"
Xia'er took a deep breath, his face turned red, and he was about to retort, saying that he would not be afraid of Dragonkin.
My hands are shaking just because I have been using my hands too much recently.
But at this moment, a rumbling sound came from above and down, like thunder. It was dull and depressing, and could be vaguely heard even in a noisy tavern.
People didn't pay much attention at first, just thinking it was thunder in the distance, but the sound became louder at an extremely fast speed, getting closer and closer.
It got louder and louder, forcing them to pay attention.
Xia'er also raised his head and asked doubtfully, "What is this sound? Why does it sound a bit like----"
The words have not yet fallen.
Boom!!
It was as if some meteorite had fallen, and the whole ground shook violently. People in the tavern staggered around, and many fell directly to the ground. Wine glasses and bottles smashed on the ground, and tables, chairs and benches flew up in all directions and smashed against the wall.
After coming back to his senses, Xia'er hurriedly ran out of the tavern, and then saw an unforgettable scene for him.
Several statues that originally stood in the square of the gathering place were completely reduced to pieces. The surrounding ground was severely dented and collapsed, with thick smoke billowing and flames blazing, as if the end of the world had suddenly arrived.
And among the smoke and fire, a ferocious and ferocious dragon, like a terrifying dragon crawling out of Abyss, was looking around, covered in blood-red scales, and its eyes were full of naked murderous intent.
As if aware of the gaze from Xia'er, the giant dragon suddenly turned his head, his eyes fell on Xia'er, looked at him one more time in the crowd, and then smiled cruelly, showing a full smile.
Orally crossed fangs.
"Despair, you lowly reptiles! I will enjoy your beautiful wails!"
The dragon roared.
The next moment, it had stretched its wings, waved violently, and flew almost close to the ground, dragging thick smoke and flames behind it, and directly hit the crowd.
Smoke gradually enveloped the entire gathering place.
Xia'er, who had just survived from White Dragon's minions before, was not so lucky this time, and Goddess of Luck left him.
The last scene reflected in his eyes.
It was the dragon's head that was covered with vicious thorns and was as big as a house, crushing him directly, and those dragon eyes filled with chaos and violence----
After some time.
The sun was high in the sky, and its rays of light fell on the scorched earth of the ruins that had cooled.
In the distant forest, the chirping of cicadas continued to rise and fall.
A human young man with a face as cold as a star and a cold temperament strolled slowly, then stopped somewhere and glanced around.
Wai.
"What's going on here?"
"The whole town ceased to exist."
White Garos's whisper sounded in my heart, with a hint of doubt.
This town is located in the north of Ser Wilderness. It can be regarded as a border area between the wilderness and the wilderness. It has the largest turnover of people and is also the gathering place where it is easiest to get all kinds of information from the outside world.
White Dragon often takes the form of a human and comes here to inquire about information. Unexpectedly, after not coming for a few days, it turns into a dead place.
Garos did not answer and took steps again.
A few minutes later.
His steps suddenly stopped, then he squatted down slightly, dug his fingers into a pile of ashes, and picked up a broken scale.
A red scale with burnt black edges and a faint purple thread-like trace on it. "Dragon scales, it was indeed done by a similar giant dragon."
Garos raised the broken scales to his eyes, looked at the sun, and frowned slightly.
"But this smell----seems a bit familiar?"
In this timeline, he lives alone and has basically never interacted with other Dragonkin. Under normal circumstances, he would not feel familiar with a certain broken scale.
Unless----
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, put the broken scale close to the tip of his nose, and sniffed it carefully for a few times, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
After being startled for a moment, he suddenly stood up.
"This taste, this taste----this taste!!"
The human-shaped dragon's pupils were completely erect and shrunk into narrow thin lines. There were also veins on its forehead slightly growing, and its breathing became heavier.
"Pale Star Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
White Garos This is the first time he has seen him so excited. In his impression, this person is always calm and calm, and his emotions rarely fluctuate much.
"Haha, I remembered a past incident that made me happy."
As he spoke, Garos's face gradually returned to normal, but the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what, and became deeper and deeper. Finally, he grinned, revealing a mouth of slightly sharp teeth that sparkled in the sun.
Squeak!
The cicadas chirped louder, as if they were singing loudly to accompany the ruins and death.