"My god, who is it? It's not yet dawn... the holy son of the sage?"
In the cave on the side wall of the evergreen forest, the awakened giant dragon Nidhorgen still recognized Jenkins. When he stood up and saw that it was him, the red dragon lay down lazily again, squinting his eyes and talking to him:
"What's the matter with looking for me so early? If I remember correctly, you don't seem to be in Nolan now."
"I have something to ask you. Of course, you haven't seen me today."
"I didn't see anyone this morning."
Long said with a haha.
"Well, I want to ask you about a dragon. Do you know a dragon named Anastasia? No, it's not a red dragon, it's a silver dragon."
He asked with some concern.
"This is a very common name. In my hometown, I know at least ten dragons with this name. This name is as common as the human Anna, Mary, and Sophie."
The red dragon explained, poking its claws on the dirt around it, and wrote the names in the dragon language that Jenkins could not understand at all.
"She looks like this."
As he said that, Jenkins constructed the beautiful silver dragon in the way of reading and writing, using ice chips in the air.
"Oh~"
Red Dragon let out a very humane exclamation, and even blew a whistle:
"What a beautiful silver dragon, just as beautiful as the ancient sculpture in my hometown... Why does it look the same as that sculpture?"
Jenkins couldn't distinguish the dragons by their faces and physical characteristics. In the battle with the dragons just now, dragons of the same color were exactly the same in his eyes. But the dragons themselves can easily distinguish the differences in the appearance of each body, and the red dragon in front of him seems to have recognized the silver dragon.
"Did you read it in any book? Oh, yes, the silver dragon Anastasia, a legendary dragon, single-handedly defeated most of the same race as her, and she is still a Legend. I don't know if you can understand, but in the civilization of dragons, she is the kind of legend that really exists."
"Is she still alive?"
The story of "Legend of the Dragon Slayer" happened at least before the tenth era. Even if the length of each era is not known, a rough calculation is that it was nearly 20,000 years ago. Although he knew that the dragons in this world had a long lifespan like most dragons Jenkin had heard, he was not sure whether they could live for 20,000 years.
"Yes, she is still alive. She has found a way to surpass the age limit of the dragon species. She is one of the few ancient dragons in existence. However, the silver dragon Anastasia has long left our world. It is said that in the seventeenth century, someone saw But she appeared in the astral world."
The red dragon said that it proves that the dragon is not immortal, and everything under the gods is mortal.
"And did you know she had a human wife?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Yes, it is very famous. The reason why the silver dragon Anastasia fought against most of her own race in her own era is for this reason. If you want to ask if that human is still alive, I can tell you , Yes. But you don’t live as a human being. You probably know that human beings have limits. The story of the silver dragon Anastasia and her human wife is very famous in my hometown, just like those that have been passed down for a long time in the human world. heroic story."
The red dragon opened his mouth and yawned. This action was quite oppressive for the "tiny" Jenkins.
"Then do you know that the silver dragon is the origin of the human dragon knight family?"
"Of course I know, that's why I was so polite to that human girl surnamed Knight. Otherwise, do you think that dragons like being stood by humans?"
As the red dragon said, he snorted from his huge nostrils and spewed out two streams of white smoke.
"It's real."
Jenkins said in his heart, a little glad they were still alive, but also worried about what would happen to his last story next.
Back in the bedroom of Black Town Church, the curtains are already dim. It was five o'clock in the morning and dawn was just around the corner.
"No matter what, it will be opened sooner or later."
Jenkins sat down in the bed, made up his mind, and turned to the last story, which was called "The Madman and the Fool."
With the emergence of drowsiness, consciousness gradually became blurred. When I woke up, I was no longer in front of a remote rural town, but the ruins of the battlefield under the dark sky.
It may have been a great city in the past, with imposing stone buildings. But now there are only broken walls and ruins left here, the smoke of the battlefield spreads over the ruins, the corpses of various strange creatures are piled up together, and the uneven ground is filled with sewage and blood.
There was light rain in the sky, and when I looked up, I saw neither the sun nor the clouds. The goal is an extremely terrifying scene. A huge black halo is embedded in the sky, as if burning black flames are continuously flying from the inside of the ring to the ground. Noisy and crying can be faintly heard in the distance. This is probably The last survivors of this war are dying.
This story is an anti-war fairy tale, describing the conversation between the surviving lunatics and fools on the battlefield after the extremely tragic war. This is the battlefield, but judging from the atmosphere and the surrounding aura, this is definitely not just as simple as a war.
From Jenkins' point of view, the nearby space walls even had cracks due to the war not long ago, and the remaining spirits on those corpses were stronger than the spirits on most of the living bestowers he had seen. The spirit in the space is very strange, and the color of the aura changes uniformly towards black along with the radiation of the giant black halo in the sky.
In his opinion, the decline of this world is just like the scene of the approaching end without fire that he saw in the spirit of the Titans when he was in the decisive battle with the Titans. The material world is becoming materialized, and this is probably what it will look like at the end of the era. This is a world that is about to end. There is no doubt that the savior has failed, and the real catastrophe sweeping the world is coming. If nothing else, that terrifying black halo in the sky is the culprit.
"So this time I'm a bystander to the story, or am I one of the lunatics and fools?"
Jenkins resisted the discomfort of the black aura around him and turned to look around. Only the end can describe the scene around him. Everything was destroyed, and the ruins of the battlefield in front of him were undoubtedly the ruins of the ancient city he saw when he rescued the halfling fortune-teller.
If it can be restored here, it is probably the origin of Blacktown. As the last story of "Secrets of Black Town", this will guide Jenkins to discover the original truth of the town.