There was a faint magic fluctuation in the air, and the surrounding scenery suddenly turned dark. Becky did not panic at all. She loosened her grip on Sandinalan's hand, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of her had changed drastically.
There was a lush forest, butterflies flying gently, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air. There was the pleasant sound of flowing water in her ears, and she could vaguely hear the melodious sound of an ancient musical instrument.
Ruolan City.
Becky looked around, and all she saw was a very comfortable green. The sunlight that was not dazzling shone through the clouds and left shadows on the ground.
"My domain is used to be sentimental. Please forgive me for being a little girl. It's really not easy to remember these scenery in the Abyss."
Elder Sandinalan's clothes had changed into a silver-white robe. She lowered her body and reached out to touch the gurgling stream. There seemed to be small fishes hiding in the water.
"I was born in this city, and I have a prominent identity. My fate seems to have long determined that I will eventually walk to the top of the elven race."
Sandinalan's voice was not loud, but the contents of her mouth had never been spoken before. Although they knew that the High Elves represented the highest status and bloodline of the elven race, no one knew the past of the elder.
She stood up and gently shook off the stream water between her fingers. She used her other hand to hold Becky, and then took a step forward.
After taking a step, the scenery around them changed again.
This was the interior of the elven city, and the surroundings were lush with huge tree trunks. Most of the elven houses were built in the hollow tree trunks. Of course, there were also many built on flat ground, and the style was similar to the current elven race.
The surroundings were quiet, and there was not a single person. This quiet atmosphere made Becky feel an inexplicable …
"Depressing, isn't it?"
Sandinalan walked on the street. Becky's wings of light were extended, and she looked around. This angel opened her purple eyes and looked at the majestic main elven city in front of her. She sighed from the bottom of her heart.
More than three thousand years ago, the elven civilization had already reached such a level, and the humans at that time were probably still a very primitive race.
"The pride of the past only exists in fantasy. Time will inevitably crush our so-called glory into the most inconspicuous dust."
The elder seemed to have a deeper understanding of his own race than anyone else. However, there was an unconcealable sadness in his words. "A single war is enough to change the structure of the continent. If there is no war, perhaps the process of change will only be delayed. Some things will eventually be eliminated."
She turned her head, sighed softly, and pointed at herself. At the same time, the scenery around her changed again.
Desolate mountainous area, huge teleportation gate, battlefield with deafening battle cries.
The wings on Becky's back instinctively retracted, but when she saw the enemy in front of her, her body gradually relaxed.
The images of the soldiers were blurry, as if they were not clearly focused. Becky knew that these were all illusions, just a projection of this world.
Countless soldiers clad in black armor poured out of the portal, while the soldiers of the Roslorian Continent fought valiantly to suppress the frenzied counterattack of the enemy. Flashes of magic flashed continuously, and a series of dragon roars sounded in the sky, followed by streaks of golden figures.
Dragons that covered the sky and earth. Golden Dragons.
The leader of the dragons had six horns, and his eyes emitted golden light. Although his body was not as large as the Black Dragons, the power that swept over was indescribable. It was as if there was a wave that was more than a hundred meters tall crashing towards them, and they could not help but hold their breath.
"Even at the last moment, the hearts of all the races on this continent seem to be not united."
Sandinaran lowered her head, and the dragons above her head began to attack fiercely in the next moment. But there was a ray of light that pierced through the sky in the Abyss Army's formation, and then the teleportation gate in the distance opened. A black figure the size of an ordinary human walked out.
In the next moment, the leader of the golden dragons seemed to be hit in the head by something, and suddenly deviated from the direction and fell to the ground …
* * *
"Thousands of years of enmity, I will not forget, and neither will you."
Count Gatchalin stood quietly in the air. The Count's robe did not match the aura he emitted at the moment. It was as if he was supposed to be a pope, but he was wearing a peasant's coarse linen clothes. There was a strong sense of incongruity.
Opposite him was a figure in a red robe. She looked similar to Carolina, but she had an aura that did not belong to this world.
Evelyn Carolina, the leader of the Red Dragons, a demigod with a lifespan that was almost the same as that of the world.
She appeared in Klimt's territory this time not only because of the message that Carolina had sent the night before — Omniscience. The so-called fate seemed to have become an ordinary thing in front of the leader of the Dragon Clan.
Laney's body was fine. The hole in her shoulder was healed with a gentle wave of Evelynn's hand. Elemental power, when used to the extreme, was the source of the world's power. Demigods could use this power to do anything they wanted.
"Leave first."
Evelyn did not say anything else. She just said that to Laney. The next moment, Carolina stood up and immediately flew into the distance. She did not say a word.
When the battle before her was not at a level that she could reach, leaving was the best help.
Moreover, the mysterious person in front of her seemed to be no weaker than her mother.
"Betrayal. What a disgusting word."
Gatchalin, who had revealed his true appearance, looked like a middle-aged man. His face was slightly long and narrow, and his eyes always seemed to be slightly squinting. However, they were exceptionally spirited. The strange light produced by the interweaving of reason and madness burst forth. His grayish-white hair was combed back, and he had a refined and powerful aura.
His palms had also changed. His fingers were slender and bony, but they looked as if they had not eaten for a long time and were malnourished. His nails were protruding, but they were not sharp.
Evelyn's expression did not change at his words, but it was obvious that the word "betrayal" was directed at Evelyn.
"After three thousand years, you're finally willing to show your true face on this continent."
Evelyn did not seem to mind the word "betrayal". Instead, her tone was relaxed as if she was talking to an old friend.
"After three thousand years, we'll meet again with such a greeting?"
Gatchalin's identity was obvious with that sentence. The soldiers on the city walls had all retreated under Carolina's orders. As for the troops outside the city — without the help of mages, they would not be able to enter the huge magical barrier.
Or rather, the tens of thousands of soldiers seemed so insignificant compared to the lonely figure in the sky.
The grievances of the Dragon Clan would forever be a topic of debate in the history books. However, it seemed that a conflict between the Dragon Clan was about to happen today.
"I've already explained your so-called betrayal, but you'll never believe it."
"I only believe in facts, not reasons."
"Hezi, what made you who you are today?"