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Dragon, the absolute ruler of the Western fantasy world.

Anyone who hears its name will be terrified. It is strong, proud, rare, and at the top of the world. From birth, these huge creatures have been the epitome of the strongest.

Mason looked surprised: "Didn't they say that these races have been extinct?"

"It was a contaminated dragon's corpse. Most dragons will return to their homeland at the end of their lives, but some will be left behind. This green dragon committed many evil deeds and was conquered by the knights at the time. The corpse smashed into the mountains and turned into a rift, so it is also called the Green Dragon Rift."

"After the black fog spread, the rift valley became abnormal from time to time, and people passing by often heard the sound of dragon roars. Therefore, a viscount was specially dispatched to stay nearby to report any problems to his superiors immediately."

Mason frowned when he heard this. The power of dragons had long been deeply rooted in people's minds in Western fantasy novels, which made him have bad associations.

"Could it be that the earl disappeared because of this green dragon?"

Rambo shook his head. "Not likely. The viscount in charge of monitoring this place is a descendant of the golden dragon. He and the green dragon are mortal enemies. If there is any abnormality, he will definitely issue a warning."

Everyone present was talking in low voices, and the small voices gradually quieted down under the worm's gaze. The middle-aged man in the dominant position spoke slowly and solemnly.

"This is what I want to say to you all. The Earl is very powerful and will definitely return safely. I hope you will be loyal to your duties and fight for Ya'an until the last moment. I will contact the Earl's family to provide us with assistance."

When the Earl's family was mentioned, everyone present except Mason immediately became respectful: "As you command!"

So, he really hadn't asked about Ya'an's family affairs, nor had he ever heard of Ya'an's family locally. It seemed like there was something else going on?

Mason raised his eyebrows and listened to Rambo arrange the work of each part and dismiss everyone except him. The last person walked out, and the office door closed with a slightly heavy sound. Brainworm let out a long breath and looked at him with a tired look.

"Be careful, there is more behind this. Lord Yaan is only an earl, but that is because of the influence of the human-faced eagle. Without considering its influence, he is powerful enough to rival the marquis. Add Shaken, and under normal circumstances, I don't think he will encounter any trouble."

"We have to be prepared."

The deep meaning behind Lin Ran's words was self-evident. The two looked at each other and came to the same answer in their minds.

Black Mist Follower.

Looking back at the recent events, it is not difficult to find that the black mist followers are the masterminds behind the scenes. As the lord in charge of a place, Ya'an, who maintains order, is undoubtedly a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh. In the city, it is difficult for them to attack Ya'an, but after leaving the city, the power of the Earl of Guards is relatively weak, which is more suitable for siege and killing.

Unlike Oleus, Rambo knew more. The status of the Count and the convenience of this trip were not the real reasons why the Black Mist followers took action.

As long as the family survives, countless [Ya'an] will appear in Ya'an City. A rash attack will only provoke the Noble Association to launch a large-scale retaliation, which is why the Black Mist believers always maintain small-scale conflicts and do not engage in large-scale wars.

The reason they attacked Yaan must be because a variable had occurred, making the value exceed the cost. Brainworm set his eyes on the red-haired young man. Even though this matter was a little absurd, he had to admit that the appearance of Oreius changed everything.

“We’re not in a good situation right now.”

After thinking for a while, he finally chose to be honest.

"The Earl belongs to a branch of a large family, and Ya'an is its territory. If something happens to the Earl, the successor may not inherit your contract, and Ya'an City will fall into chaos. So whether for Ya'an or for yourself, you must bring the Earl back safely. Although it is a bit difficult, I think you can do it, Oreius."

"Now that you've said so, it would be a bit unreasonable not to do it."

The red-haired young man chuckled and answered, which made Rambo feel relieved. It was strange that even though the other party only said one sentence, he felt that the problem seemed to have been solved. This was a very subtle thing for the meticulous and calm brainworm.

Amazing feeling.

Rambo thought as he informed the other party of the map and route. He watched the other party walk out the door, and then he looked back at the map hanging on the table, his eyes becoming slightly deeper. After thinking for a while, the middle-aged man closed his eyes. Countless instructions were sent out along the mental network, resonating with the network of the same race, transmitting unknown information.

An hour later, Mason had packed his luggage for the trip.

Without further ado, he called the portal and told it the address he wanted to go to. Although he had never been there, after looking at the map, the portal quickly found the location.

Instead of teleporting Mason directly into the town, it chose a nearby uninhabited area to avoid attracting attention.

Sometimes he had to praise himself for what he had done before. If he hadn't grabbed the portal at that time, how much more effort would he have to put in now?

Looking at the empty door frame in front of him, Mason praised himself silently in his heart and walked in without hesitation.

At the same time, a door suddenly appeared in an empty field hundreds of kilometers away.

The door was surrounded by a flowing black mist, and scarlet patterns were drawn on the door. It was born from nothingness, and with a slight creaking sound, it slowly opened outwards, revealing the lightless darkness inside.

The red-haired young man walked out of the door. The vast sky stretched out overhead. At the end of his sight were endless mountains and rivers. Nearby was a light green color, and traces of recent human actions could be vaguely seen.

Unlike Ya'an, this place is located in a basin surrounded by mountains. Following the path of human movement, Mason soon found his target. It was a tall and conspicuous town, surrounded by mountains, with a wall built of stone bricks, a solid stone gate, and guards patrolling the gate.

Mason did not alarm them, but walked around the area, noted the location, and continued south, finding the place he wanted according to the map.

That's where the Green Dragon Canyon is.

The closer you get to this place, the sparser the vegetation becomes, and the yellow-brown land gradually turns into a damp swamp, overgrown with groups of poisonous weeds.

For an inexperienced person, it is difficult to find the way here, but Mason had learned how to identify the road from the pickup truck. He found a branch to use as a crutch and moved forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The soft swamp mud swallowed the soles of his shoes, and a pair of eyes quietly emerged from the muddy mud, staring straight at the back of the young man.

The slender body swam through the swamp with a sturdy body, and its bloody mouth opened, revealing its sharp teeth. The monster shot out towards the target, but the human who did not look back seemed to have anticipated its existence and turned around and grabbed its neck directly.

This was a grotesque fish-like monster with snail-like eyes and a linear body covered with scales. The color of its scales was almost the same as the swamp, and it struggled desperately in the young man's hands.

Mason had just moved closer to observe when the monster suddenly sprayed a mouthful of mucus at his face. The young man quickly dodged it, and the mucus fell on a bunch of poisonous grass behind him, making a sizzling corrosive sound.

The young man did not hold back and directly broke the monster's spine. The monster struggled in his hands for a while, but finally died powerlessly. He threw the body away, turned around and continued to move forward. The attackers came in increasing numbers, and they were all easily dealt with.

Halfway through the journey, Mason suddenly stopped and looked at the ground not far away. The poisonous weeds there were all broken, as if they had been cut neatly by some sharp weapon.

A little further ahead, the young man stretched out a branch and fiddled in the mud, turning out a dead monster with broken bones. It had not yet been completely swallowed by the swamp, and its empty pupils reflected the human figure, which was chilling.

"There are no footprints because Yaan used the wind to take everyone away. This must have been killed by Shaken. Those were Yaan's wind blades. They were attacked here."

The human quietly replayed the scene at that time, and with his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, he grasped it tightly and swung it out with a sharp sword light. The circular sword light tore into pieces the monsters jumping from all directions, fell to the ground, and spread out a dull black and red color in the sewage.

He did not put away his sword, but released a trace of murderous intent. The fierce killing intent brought by the side effect was suppressed in his heart, maintaining just the right level of shock. The road that followed was indeed much more peaceful, and until the target was right in front of him, no monster dared to attack.

The canyon in front of me seemed like a huge wound tearing through the mountains and rivers, piercing through the heart of the rocks. The entrance was connected to the swamp, and it became a soft mud that was half wet and half solid. The inside was shrouded in a hazy mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Mason had just taken a step forward when a low roar suddenly came from the oncoming wind.

"roar--"

It travels through time and space, and enters the ears of outsiders with great pressure. No one can stop the shock from the world's strongest creature. Just by the sound, you can outline the magnificent body and orange-yellow cold pupils in your mind. It's like a cold warning that anyone who breaks into the dragon's lair will be brutally killed.

Even though he was prepared, Mason's heartbeat quickened slightly. He listened carefully and could only conclude that the sound came from deeper inside.

"It seems that we really have to go in and take a look."

Muttering to himself, he walked in without hesitation. As his perspective changed, the steep cliffs on both sides were right next to this narrow path, giving him a strong psychological pressure.

It was hard to imagine how the knights had defeated a giant dragon with such force that such a spectacular abyss was formed where it fell. The fog was getting thicker and thicker, and it was almost pitch dark. When Mason stopped, he could no longer see the shape of the mountain except for himself.

Something is wrong.

The excessively humid water vapor poured into the lungs, making people think of the ocean or lake. This was not the humidity that should be in the inland area. The young man dripped blood into his eyes, and his dark golden beast pupils looked into the depths of the mist. With his excellent vision, he broke through the obstruction of the mist and saw the scene hidden by the thick mist.

——That's not the scene that should appear here.

His expression became more and more astonished, and he slowly walked towards the place he saw. The mist around him dispersed to both sides like Moses parting the sea, and the hard touch under his feet gradually became soft, and the grass gently caressed his ankles.

Endless vines hang down luxuriantly, like a gorgeous curtain, shyly covering the tall and ancient castle.

It is so near and yet so fascinating that it only exists in the greatest legends. A thousand and one poets have written beautiful hymns for it, and a thousand and one history books have recorded the lush green walls.

So sacred, so elegant. It is integrated with the lush vegetation around it, and the heavy sense of history is overwhelming. Any artist who sees this castle will be unable to take his eyes away and will willingly kneel down and kiss every brick.

But all of this is not as beautiful as the girl standing on the balcony, looking down. Her long hair is beautiful and graceful, and her eyes are filled with emerald leaves. Jewels that shine brighter than the stars are only adorned on the hem of her skirt.

When she saw the red-haired young man, the girl's eyes were full of light, as if she had seen her beloved. She raised her eyes, smiled and called out, "Come on, Sir Knight, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The knight in a black windbreaker walked to the foot of the castle. With every step he took, the surrounding scenery gradually changed from steep cliffs to vibrant jungles. The red-haired young man looked up at the princess on the castle. He was handsome with deep features. He walked out of the woods. He was the most powerful knight and the object of the princess's dream.

This scene was like the most romantic oil painting. The princess looked at him with love and thought happily.

He loves her and she loves him, how wonderful it is.

They were meant to be together.