A deep trace appeared on the vast desert.

It stretched out in four directions on the earth like a huge scar, and appeared in everyone's sight without warning.

The halfling jumped up from the deck, stepped onto the side of the boat, grabbed the cable and looked into the direction, and turned around and said to everyone, "It's there."

There is the sea of ​​illusion—

The brown canyon is dotted with dark green. It is the lush forest under the night sky, like a deep green gem embedded in the valley. And it is covered with a layer of changing colors - like a layer of disintegrating mask, giving people a feeling that it is there and not in the present world.

When the fairy lady saw this scene, her eyes flashed and she said softly: "Mr. Knight, the shadow of refraction."

The wind blowing on my face was filled with a faint smell of sand.

Facing the wind on the deck, Fang Zhu turned his head and asked in a low voice: "What is that?"

"Mr. Knight must have heard of the Mirage?"

Fang Zhu nodded: "That is a water vapor refraction phenomenon, which is very common in desert areas."

"This is similar to that. The canyon we see in front of us is not in this place. It is just an etheric projection, refracted from another world to this. Miss Jita's spell is actually the same. It's just that such a vast range is probably not something that humans can achieve."

"So this is a phantom?"

Tata nodded slightly, and she sat on the shoulder of the square leopard, and her soft words were equivalent to a whisper: "But it is true to the person in it, just like a spell of a naturalist. And this may be higher. Does Mr. Knight still remember the wine of the 'Star Flower' that he drank at the Great Princess, and that is what was brought out from here."

"And things that can be taken away from the illusion are actually mimicry of ether. They transformed the properties that things should have. This power is actually very close..."

It's almost a birth.

Such an idea suddenly appeared in Fang Yu's mind.

That was the power of the Emerald Star—so the canyon and forest were actually projected from fragments of the Emerald Star. He looked at the changing colors and turned around and asked, "Can you pass through it safely?"

Afangde thought for a moment: "Should it be possible?"

should?

Facing Fang Zhu's gaze, the half-ling waved his hand quickly: "I mean it's almost the same."

almost?

"You know, Captain Ed," Alfonde laughed, "In such a situation, we will always encounter some trouble. After all, we are intruders. This is why His Royal Highness asked me to come with you. Please give me a hundred hearts, I am very sure of this. I have been here many times."

“Many times?”

"Eh...plus, this time, there have been two times?"

"Anyway, what should we do now?"

"Look at me," the halfling snapped his fingers and shouted behind him: "Miss Jita, Luo Yu, lower the height and we will land in the forest over there."

The boat began to lower its height in a disturbing shaking like drunkenness.

It swung left and right through the dreamy and mysterious color, just like passing through a wall of light that did not exist, but it seemed as if it was halfling that had not happened.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the little boy not far away. Under his gaze, Pasha also climbed up the mast with his hands and feet and began to roll up the silver sails-

However, just a few minutes later, a pig-killing scream came from the boat: "Heavenly, they are here!"

"they?"

"Birdsheep, wait, I seem to have made a mistake in the landing location!"

Fang Zhu ran to the side of the boat and looked down. A noise came from the forest below, and then a small black dot rose from the canyon with screams. The monsters with two wings gathered into a dark cloud and rushed towards this direction.

He quickly turned around: "No, you said it's okay, Mr. Afangde."

"What? The wind is too strong, I can't hear it clearly."

"Come," Fang Yu was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Leave this person and the Papara people!"

Parker was watching the show on the side and was shocked when he heard this sentence: "Wait, why are I?"

But Luo Hao had already picked him up.

...

Four warlocks came out of the crowd.

They were almost all believers of Androma, the secret sorcerer of the Revealed Eye, wearing a purple-gray robe, showing his status as second only to the Temple Guardian within the sect.

Babartan turned around and nodded slightly to these people. The four secret sorcerers also placed their right hands on their chests and nodded to the king above the sea of ​​sand. As the king of sand looked at them, they each walked towards their own positions, forming an oval, surrounding the huge emerald star inside-

This is the first step.

Babartan looked at Abney behind the four warlocks, who also nodded to him to show that he was ready.

The King of Sand took a light breath.

"...But Afifa, why do we go to find the Third World? Isn't that the job of explorers, adventurers, outlaws and madmen?"

"Explors, like your brother, may be acting for the ideal in your heart."

"But to put it bluntly, Afifa, those adventurers and outlaws are actually the same type of people. It is not much different to say that they are lunatics. What is the difference between them and those gamblers who make gold on the Argo wilderness? They don't have to produce, but just dream of getting rich overnight..."

"They are dreaming of being drunk and dreaming, but even if they are truly favored by the goddess of luck, they have lost all their wealth on the gambling table after a while. I have seen too many gamblers and suddenly gained power, and then they are no longer worthy of their name. When they see them many years later, they are still wandering around..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The girl smiled: "It's right that there are such people, but they are them, and we are us."

She looked at the silver gravel, the white palace, the green palm forest and the rippling lake light from afar, and only looked at all this gently.

"Babaltan, have you seen it? This is your country, and I want to keep it alive, even after our death, for many generations, people can still remember you - as a wise monarch."

"Or, as... a new era, pioneer..."

"Afifa?"

The girl turned around and said, "Do you remember what I told you a long time ago, Babaltan. I said I want to tell you a secret-"

At that time, he could only look at the other person with some confusion - looking at his beloved lover.

The girl said softly:

"Babaltan, our world may not have been able to hold on for too long."

It was an ancient story that was a long time ago.

A thousand years ago - the Noumerlin elves left behind to mortals, perhaps not just a gift, but another precious hope.

"…The third disaster star will bring complete destruction to this world. Perhaps it is precisely because of this reason that the elves left this world..."

"So what the elves are looking for will be a place where they can escape the fire of war, and there may be the Third World, but it may also be another world that we do not know at all...even the land of promise in the legend, maybe..."

"Babaltan, do you know that place?"

The name in that legend.

Ita.

“Baltan…”

"On that note, there are some things we cannot imagine..."

"The elves can't take everyone in this world, and the descendants of mortals who once fought side by side..."

"But they left a key."

"That key is hope."

"It is the secret contained in the holy objects-"

But Istaniya has no inheritance of sacred objects.

But we have this, Afeifa. The King of Sand gently brushed the green crystal in front of him with his hand, as deep as he caressed his lover's skin. He silently stared at the old reflection above the crystal, with himself, and the women around him, the familiar face, and even his children.

Everyone he was familiar with in his memory seemed to be written on this emerald green wall, and history seemed to extend backwards in this reflection. He gradually saw the past and future of this ancient kingdom, the ancestors of the desert people rose on this land, and created all the glory of the past.

He also saw the future, majestic buildings, tall palaces, and white vaults, rising up on the unknown land. His descendants, descendants of the Istanians, will continue on that land until forever, the end of the world and time.

And that is everything she yearns for.

It is another kind of eternity that they pursue together.

The blazing fire of life was burning in the chest of the old king, as if it would rush out at any time. However, his hand, which was a little over-force, seemed a little pale, as if it had lost its blood color, and the back of his hand was a little gray.

He finally made up his mind, turned around again, and spoke slowly:

"Ebenni, come and preside over this ceremony."

This is the second step recorded on that note-

But Seneman, who had been before everyone, was slightly stunned, his face changed and said, "Wait, your Majesty, I should preside over the ceremony here."

But as soon as he finished speaking, a clanging sound was heard, and a slender sword blade was placed on his neck. The chilling chill from the sharp blade immediately made Seneman's wrinkled skin immediately have goose bumps. The old man was slightly stunned, but his expression quickly calmed down.

He looked at the sword blade gloomyly, and his hands holding the sword were young and powerful after the cage handle. He was a sword fighter in his early twenties. The other party didn't even look at him, and his eyes only stared in front of him. Next to the young man was another young man, Seneman, who happened to recognize the other party's identity.

The former president of the Kaurin-Ishurien Southern Alliance, one of the ten kings mentioned by the Saints, was named Ye Hua, a very strange name. But in their opinion, the names of the Saints were almost nothing that was not strange.

Of course, except for some people—

For example, "Ed" is ordinary and ordinary.

Somehow, a name suddenly appeared in Seneman's mind. However, he looked down at the sword that was erect on his neck. Although his face was gloomy, he did not say a word.
To be continued...