"Cough, cough, cough..."

A girl in a tea-green robe walked slowly in the forest, with no expression on her face. From time to time, she would cover her lips and cough, and traces of blood would come out from her lips.

"Tuso people, Tuso people." Selina supported the tree trunk with her hands. She looked forward, looking in the direction of the Tuso people, with a hint of sigh on her face.

The fate of the Tuso people has reached a critical point here.

Everything that is destined will be destined.

Selina knew that she believed her perception was correct and could not be wrong.

Goddess of the Styx above.

May you be blessed by destiny.

Selina silently made several blessing gestures and drew several unique marks and symbols on her chest and forehead.

"Miss, your injury..." An old butler dressed in simple and formal clothes, with two delicate dark mustaches and a stern face, as if he was from an ancient century, appeared beside Selina. He bowed slightly towards Selina to show his respect, but in this respect, there was a kind of toughness and determination.

This is an old man who can only be raised by a true aristocratic family that has been passed down for thousands of years. What is embodied in him is definitely more than just etiquette.

"Grandpa Desai."

Selina smiled and showed her courtesy to the old man.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Desai, I'm fine." Selina saw that the old man wanted to say something, she slowly shook her head, a calm but determined look appeared on her face, and said: "Although I was slightly injured when I fought with that wizard last time, it's just a small matter. I will be able to recover later."

When talking about Maureen, Selena couldn't help but reveal a trace of fear on her face. Obviously, she had planned everything before, but at the last moment, Maureen managed to escape, which left her with a shadow.

But then, Selina smiled slightly as if she had thought of something.

"Most importantly, everything has finally returned to fate, and there are no more people disturbing fate."

"Grandpa Desai, you should be able to clearly sense that the Tusuo people's king, the devil, and the terrible demon are already opposing each other on the ancestral platform. This is fate. After that, everything will come to an end."

"Fate, this is fate..."

Celine murmured to herself, the expression on her face was very strange, a bit infatuated, but more of a fanatical religious worship.

In the next moment, suddenly, the expression on Selina's face changed.

Puff! She seemed to be stimulated by something, her mind was shaken, and she instantly spat out a large cloud of blood mist.

“How could this happen, how could this happen…” Selina’s expression was extremely flustered, even a little terrified, which was completely different from her previous expression. She kept muttering to herself, “The demon is dead, but the devil actually killed the king, the devil actually killed the king…”

Selina covered her chest with a look of disbelief on her face.

Her body swayed weakly, and finally fell to the ground.

"Fate, fate..."

"What on earth happened?"

Selina looked distraught.

…………

The expression on Thorne's face was empty, without any change or anything else, he just hugged Xina's body tightly.

He did not make any other movements, but later, when he saw the huge shadow of a flying dragon appearing in the sky, he raised his head in astonishment.

The dragon roar in the sky became louder and louder, and in the end, it turned into a dragon roar that echoed all around.

Roar! A huge dragon shadow appeared in the air, changing constantly, appearing and disappearing. It looked indescribably vast, dignified and beautiful, as if it was the most precious thing in the world, which could not be touched or desecrated.

Thorne looked up at the sky with a dazed expression on his face.

dragon.

dragon.

This is the dragon, the most noble dragon in the legend.

The dragon was flying high in the sky, constantly changing and moving its body. From time to time, its head would appear and its eyes would look over with endless majesty.

Flying dragon.

This is the heritage of the Tusuo people, the most secret and other things, the Nine-Winged Wind God Flying Dragon.

Roar! Suddenly, Melda's body glowed and flew up into the sky, and the huge flying dragon in the sky roared, turned around, and rushed towards Thorne fiercely.

The murderous intent was fully revealed in an instant.

What?!

Thorne felt the murderous intent approaching him and couldn't help but show a shocked expression on his face.

At this time, Thorne suddenly realized that the dragon recognized Melda. After discovering that Melda died of shock, the angry dragon wanted to attack him and kill him to avenge Melda.

In an instant, the flying dragon was in front of Thorne.

Thorne wanted to do something, but it was too late. Moreover, the phantom of the flying dragon was very powerful, so even if he was prepared, it would be useless.

A hand stretched out from the side, blocking the flying dragon, and then Morin's figure slowly emerged.

"Eva Noscamenhall..."

Morin's lips were moving slightly as he kept muttering to himself. His fingers were intertwined like a butterfly flying through flowers, forming witchcraft runes. The witchcraft runes combined with each other and in an instant, they turned into huge transparent silver chains that flashed against each other.

Crash! The transparent silver chain rushed forward, and after a slight shake, it completely tied up the flying dragon that seemed to be so majestic and invincible.

With a bang, the flying dragon's shadow fell to the ground with a dull sound. The huge flying dragon couldn't help but let out a cry of pain at this time.

"Mr. Morin!"

Thorne noticed Morin who appeared in front of him at some point and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yeah." Morin nodded slightly. His eyes fell on the phantom of the flying dragon that was wailing and struggling in front of him, and a strange look appeared on his face.

What is on the ground is the legendary power of 'wind', the nine-winged wind dragon.

Now, the essence and blood of the Nine-Winged Wind God Flying Dragon is on the ground, right in front of you, and can be obtained at any time.

"Sure enough, although the ancestors of the Tusuo people spoke the language, everything they had was for their own family, and everything belonged to the nobility."

"That's what the legend says. The king in the Tusuo legend is also like that."

Morin thought so in his heart.

At the same time, fortunately, Dadaf and Gegra gave him some spellcasting taboos and seal-breaking techniques about the ancestors of the Tuso people. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for Morin to successfully suppress the power of the flying dragon in such a short time.

Although the essence of the Nine-Winged Wind Dragon seemed to be available at any time, Morin was still very cautious. Besides, the legend of the Tusuo people was just a legend after all, and no one knew the truth hidden in it.

Thinking of this, Morin turned around and looked at Thorne next to him.

"Maureen...Mr. Maureen!" Thorne looked at Maureen who was looking at him, and his face seemed to have regained its color and brilliance. He struggled to stand up and staggered towards Maureen.

"Thorne!"

Morin stood quietly, the wind blew over him, and his black robe fluttered like a flag.

Thorne was stunned when he saw the expression on Morin's face. He wanted to say something, but at the last moment, he felt an indescribable weird feeling.

"Thorne, come here."

Morin slowly stretched out his hand towards Thorne and said, "Go forward, Thorne, don't forget, from now on, you are the king, the real king."

"No, Mr. Morin, I am not, I am not the king, I am a demon..."

Thorne's expression froze, and he subconsciously wanted to explain something.

But Morin's next words interrupted him.

"No, Thorn, you are not a demon." Morin looked at Thorn quietly and said, "Melda is dead. Now, you are the king."

"No one will argue with you, Thorne. You are the king. You are the only powerful king."

Thorne was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to say something.

"Go, Thorn, go forward, go forward to get the recognition of the flying dragon, get the power from the dragon, complete the dragonization, and become the legendary dragon son."

Morin appeared behind Thorne and said, "This is what should belong to you."

Thorne stood there stupidly.

He wanted to say something, but the expression on his face was dull and blank. Finally, for some reason, Thorne slowly walked forward.

He walked forward and saw the phantom of the flying dragon on the ground struggling and roaring constantly, while also struggling violently, but to no avail.

Thorne pretended not to hear anything and slowly stretched out his hand towards the shadow of the flying dragon on the ground.

The expression on his face was one of shock.

Groan! The flying dragon roared one last time, and finally, its head dropped down.

Thorne was completely submerged in a spreading silver light.

He felt a sharp pain all over his body, and a powerful force suddenly surged in his body, causing him to roar.

Finally, not long after, everything was over.

Thorne appeared at the same place, breathing heavily. He looked the same as before, but compared to before, he had completely changed.

The shadow of the flying dragon on the ground became blurred and distorted, and finally completely disappeared and faded, turning into a thin shadow and vanishing on the spot.

"Thorne." Morin's voice suddenly came again.

"You are king now, Thorne."

There was a hint of indifference and something strange in Morin's eyes when he looked at Thorne.

But in the end, the expression on Morin's face had disappeared.

Before, Thorne obtained a part of the power radiation of the Nine-Winged Wind Dragon and became the so-called Son of Dragon, while he obtained the complete essence and blood of the Nine-Winged Wind Dragon.

Very good, very good.

Morin smiled at Thorne, then his body became blurred and disappeared from the spot.

"Molin, Mr. Morin..."

Thorne ran forward, and gradually his speed slowed down. At the same time, he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

king.

Yes, he is already the king.

Thorne turned around. He looked at Melda's body on the ground, Sina's body on the ground, the king's sword left on the ground, the blood spilled on the ground, many, many things, and the distance far, far away.

"Xina."

Thorne held Sheena's body, which had begun to turn cold. He rested Sheena's head against his face, with a painful expression on his face.

However, afterwards, Thorne finally put down Sina's body slowly. He felt the changes in his body, took a deep breath, and picked up the king's sword on the ground.

An exceptionally powerful feeling came over me.

Yes, from now on, I am the king.

Thorne laughed silently, walked forward, and slowly walked towards the bottom of the ancestral platform.

Above his head, there was a huge flying dragon hovering in the air, roaring towards the sky, silently sacred.

A lot of people had gathered spontaneously below the ancestral platform. They were watching quietly. When Thorne appeared, the place was completely boiling.

"king!"

"Our King!"

"Thorne, you are the king of our Tusor people!!"

The shouts of countless people came over and continued to ring.

Thorne was standing at the edge of the ancestral platform. He was silent for a moment, then he raised the royal sword in his hand with a determined look on his face.

Mr. Maureen, Sheena, Uncle Hank, Aunt Raylian, Charla, Bowen, and Fanny...

Everyone, everyone...

I am the king.

No matter what the legend says, from now on, I am the king.

"Thorne."

"Remember my name"

Thorne's shout came over, as if it echoed through the whole world, saying: "Thorne!"