At this time, when Zhao Xu was still in a state of shock when he heard Antinoya asking him to question "What kind of man are you?", his consciousness was inexplicably sucked away by the powerful gravitational cavity. .
From his thoughts to his conscious soul, everything seems to have become dull.
The script is wrong!
Zhao Xu realized this instantly, as if he was being manipulated by Antinoya's consciousness to read the memory.
This inverted sense of confusion left him no time to think of any effective plan.
The next moment, he fell into a coma.
The moment Zhao Xu fell, a woman wearing a witch's top hat walked out of the shadows behind the tower at the right time, and opened her hands to support him.
It was "May" who had met Zhao Xu several times and was also Ernest's first pastor.
She was closely followed by Paladin Vivian, who lowered her noble head slightly to cover up her respectful and delicate face.
"Anti Noya, I told you, don't take risks before the real opportunity comes." May said with a hint of annoyance.
After she asked the question loudly, the tower seemed to vibrate with thunder.
"You know why you represent the Mage Association?" Wuyue said and glared at Antinoya, "Your memory is no longer just your memory."
"It represents the continuation of the entire Arthur's magical civilization. Before Zhongxia became a legendary mage, no one could predict the consequences of your reckless opening of memory!"
"Master, he originally entrusted the final scroll to you, and it was even equivalent to being integrated into your memory!"
At this time, May was also the first time in thousands of years to show such anger to Antinoya.
Because the aspects involved this time are really important!
"May, I know." Antinoya's expression remained calm, without the slightest excitement or eagerness to defend.
"I know better than you. My memory is more than just a memory. It may very well connect Zhongxia to real history and change the past. But I think it's worth it, and I can bear this risk."
"Because, I know far better than you how he disappeared."
Suddenly, there was thunder again in the sky, and then it started raining.
Wu Yue frowned slightly when he saw this scene: "This change in refraction has already arrived. Which stage in your memory has he entered?"
And Antinoya also showed surprise and murmured to herself, "It shouldn't be possible, right?"
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"Run quickly, the evil dragon is coming, disaster is coming!"
A man with a panicked face yelled, and he ran wildly into the originally comfortable field.
At this time, it was drizzling in the sky.
This promising golden wheat field is filled with farmers who have been working for half a year. They are all waving their sickles to harvest the wheat under their feet.
Although a forged sickle costs a full 6 gold coins in the blacksmith shop, it can play an important role in farm work and can be taken out to ward off thieves when necessary.
Therefore, every farm family in this kind of countryside has one.
But when they heard the shouts of the visitors, the faces of these farmers turned pale. The rusty sickles in their hands, which could even be traced back to the previous generation, failed to hold them and fell directly to the ground.
And just when the farmer bent down and tried to pick up the sickle, a distant dragon roar came to his ears!
The figure is still far away, and the fear has arrived.
Immediately afterwards, a huge, extremely low-pressure black shadow passed over their heads, and then most of the farmers fell unconscious and fainted on the ground.
The man who came to report kept shouting, and his running legs were running towards the gate of the town. Just when he was about to approach, he finally shouted the last words of his life - "Run, run!" The evil dragon is coming!"
The next moment, the body was picked up by the claws and then swallowed into the belly of the dragon.
"Cut the rope of the suspension bridge!" The guards in the frightened town finally reacted.
The sound of emergency horns roared in, shattering the grand celebration of the summer harvest in the city, and igniting the fire of fear in everyone's heart.
In an instant, this small town, which was still on guard against the possible incoming orcs and goblins nearby, immediately started to make preparations. The archers took out simple short bows made of winter fir wood, and the soldiers took out their giant swords from their homes. To face the enemy.
However, with the strong wind whipped up by the flapping of the dragon's wings, with the roaring roar, in the voices of countless children crying, in the prayer ceremony of the lonely old man -
The evil red dragon easily crossed the town's moat and the ripples on it.
It spread its huge wings that could cover the sky and the sun, and faced a hail of arrows that was originally intended to deal with the orc neighbors in the distance!
It's just that this dragon that attacked the town was not a newly born dragon, but a dragon whose scales had turned crimson with age, and had become as hard and deep as metal. Even the weak neck and edges of the wings were thin due to the A powerful red dragon that is polished enough to appear purple-gray.
The eyes of the approaching red dragon seemed like a ball of hot lava, radiating with flames.
Looking at the hail of arrows coming at it, it opened its mouth and spit out flames, as if there was already a huge amount of gasoline hidden inside.
Breathing flames!
The breath weapon representing the symbol of the red dragon burned the front of the field of vision into a sea of fire in an instant. Countless arrows that hit the scales of the evil dragon were broken, and then after being attacked by the breath, they turned into meteors and fire rain all over the sky, turning towards this place. A large piece of land became the seed of the disaster of fire, setting fire to a small town.
Feeling that he was offended by the seriously inferior "reptile", the evil red dragon dived directly to the ground, and then forcefully turned around and circled.
Along with the angry roar, the dragon's coercion rolled across the land, and even the stones under the ground wailed for it.
The defending people also realized that the only arrows that could attack the dragon were nothing more than mosquitoes against the indestructible dragon scales. As for human bites, although they were annoying, they could not even scratch the wound.
Suppressed by the fear of the dragon, the archers could no longer lift the crossbows in their hands, and the brave warriors knelt down in frustration.
People in ancient times showed their fragile side in front of mythical creatures like dragons.
But the enraged red dragon did not stop. Flame-breathing weapons, spells from the fire domain, and all kinds of flame power were applied to the land. The light rain falling from the sky turned into water vapor, and the wooden houses and stone buildings on the ground were transformed into water vapor. It has become a golden pillar of flaming flame.
Countless people were wailing in the fire. Just thinking about resisting the orcs, they did not prepare fire-proof water tanks. Relying on the water they received with their hands was of no help to the fire that spread across the town.
The houses in the small town were also burning in the high temperature, and they collapsed one after another, as if they were singing and dancing to celebrate the soaring flames, celebrating the harvest of spring seeds.
Crowds of people began to run out of the house in disgrace, as if the moat surrounding the town was the only way to survive. Weeping and whining echoed throughout the crowded escape route.
A town that took hundreds of years to build was finally reduced to ruins.
Zhao Xu, who was standing hundreds of meters away and outside the town, watched all this silently.
Half a moment ago, he was refused entry because of his foreign appearance and the town suspected him of being a spy.
But he didn't care, he didn't even bother to perform a slight transformation or even a charm spell, and was just about to set aside time to observe.
In Antinoya's memory, he always felt an unexpected sense of peace of mind. Although he didn't understand why when he entered Antinoya's memory, it felt like he had truly entered a world.
The only thing that left a mark on him was a watch tied to his palm.
Earlier, he gently turned the century hand on the watch.
With just such a small frame, he saw in a second that the wasteland in front of him had been cultivated for several generations and finally formed into a small town with some background.
In just the blink of an eye, the town that was finally built was destroyed by an evil dragon that suddenly attacked.
Things are unpredictable.
This made Zhao Xu, who had experienced the same experience, feel a little sad.
Perhaps Falling Star Town looked like this when it was destroyed by the evil black dragon.
"Dad, mom..."
Suddenly, a painful childish cry came from behind Zhao Xu.
He turned his head in surprise. Standing behind him was a delicate and cute little girl. Next to her was a servant holding a bouquet of flowers. She was obviously a little girl from a wealthy family who had just returned from an outing.
Zhao Xu's heart dropped again after mentioning it.
Not Antinoya.
The two servants who were guarding them were staring blankly at the burned-out town, their legs and feet completely weak.
"Dad, Mom!"
As he spoke, the little girl ran towards the ruined town that had turned into charcoal in disbelief.
At this time, the dragon was using fire magic to tease and kill the people who were lucky enough to jump into the river one by one.
But Zhao Xu shook his head. With the help of the "Secret Eye", he had already observed that the rich areas of the town were all in the center. After the attack just now, he had no time to run to the edge and jump into the river.
No need to think too much, the little girl's parents have encountered something unexpected.
Zhao Xu knew that all this was a fait accompli, just a past in Antinoya's memory. Even if he stopped the dragon, it would be of no avail.
He just watched the little girl run towards the moat.
"Roar!"
The giant dragon hovering at low altitude turned around and stared at the little girl running forward.
Its lava-like eyes showed a cruel look.
The dragon's breath that has expired in its cooling time is brewing again, and the red dragon's mouth begins to be filled with terrifying and high-temperature flame energy. The breath of death is about to descend on the earth again, drying up this river!
And Zhao Xu just looked at the little girl who was still running with her calves, unaware that death was coming.
Although he knew that he could not change what happened in history, he still shook his head.
"I swear, this is the last time I'll meddle."
(End of chapter)