There was dead silence in the square.

Garapea stood quietly there, on top of the statue's base.

Nicol Bolas blinked his eyes and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter. It rolled on the ground with laughter and burst into tears.

It never expected that this illusion that had trapped it for thirty years would end in such a dramatic way.

This was completely beyond his expectation.

It laughed for a while before stopping and looking at the astonished people with great appreciation.

Misu was trapped in the spell and couldn't move.

Rune’s life and death are unknown.

The older knight was looking at the sword that fell in the center of the square.

Not far away, Hong Ye couldn't help but clenched her fists when she saw this scene. She turned around and found that the Papalar man was hiding behind a wooden barrel with his head in his hands and mumbling to himself.

She listened carefully to the other party's words and found out that the latter was saying: "Don't look at me, don't look at me!" Hongye couldn't help but feel angry.

On the square, Nicol Bolas stood up straight at this moment, the wings that covered the sky on his huge body were fully opened, and his amber pupils seemed to contain a deep golden light.

It looked condescendingly at everyone on the square and said with arrogance: "I have said before that I have no weakness in this scene. The moment the Blade of Illusion is destroyed, you are already doomed to fail!

"

But his golden gaze swept across the square and found that one person was missing.

It looked around and suddenly heard a somewhat calm voice coming from below: "I'm afraid not necessarily."

Nicol Bolas lowered his head and saw a somewhat insignificant human standing in front of him. A human boy, so weak that he was almost worth mentioning, as if he could crush an insect with just a slight move of his claws.

Just crush them to death.

It recognized this young man.

It's the guy who's been fighting against it.

"The Glory of Blue." Nicol Bolas spoke in a deep voice, with a greedy tone in his voice.

It opened its mouth, revealing a pair of fangs, and looked dangerously at Fang Plover, looking at the badge held tightly in the opponent's hand, which was the emblem of its followers during the hundred years it had been sleeping.

Mark of the Zealot.

"It's you again, still not giving up?" Nicol Bolas said with some contempt: "Do you plan to use this thing to defeat me? Use the emblem of my followers?"

"Or are you going to take it and kneel down to me to beg for mercy?"

It narrowed its golden eyes playfully: "Of course, if you beg me for mercy and dedicate the Glory of Cang to me, I will consider leaving a whole body for you."

Fang Yu looked at the giant dragon fearlessly and replied calmly: "Dragon Golden Dragon, take a closer look, what exactly is this?"

"That's just..."

Nicol Bolas suddenly stopped talking.

Its thick brows knitted together as it saw the emblem in Fang Plover's hand slowly changing in appearance in its eyes. It exuded a faint shimmer and gradually turned into a scepter.

On the scepter is the Sea Forest Crown, the emblem is the Holy Sword of Morning Light, and the weighted gemstone is engraved with the symbol of the Ithurian Anvil, decorated with tassels, and engraved with an oath to protect one side.

That is the authority of the Kingdom of Corin, the scepter of the Archon.

But before Nicol Bolas had time to see it clearly, the scepter changed its appearance again. In the light, it turned into a sword. The elf sword's long and narrow blade was like a thin feather, and it was as bright as a pool of silver.

Frost, with patterns wandering on it.

The inscription of Pahir Fairy seems to be exuding a dark red color on the sword. The words flash one by one, and above it is the ancient fable: 'Sleep with dragons, live with fire'

'Same as the moon, as invisible as the stars.'

'The Fairy's Favorite, Garapea.'

Garapea means the dragon-slaying sword.

Nicol Bolas narrowed his eyes in fear.

This sword had caused unforgettable damage to it, and the fear deep in my heart seemed to have been engraved in my bones. Even though I knew it was not true, I still felt trembling.

Fortunately, the sword disappeared quickly, and the mark changed shape again in Fang Plover's hand.

That's a brooch.

The unicorn pattern symbolizes purity and loyalty, selflessness and bravery.

The shape of the brooch is very unique. You cannot see such style of ornaments in many places in Kaolin.

And if we have to say where it came from, it may have been bathed in the moonlight of the silver desert, and stained with the wind and sand of Istania, the ancient hometown of the dragon slayers.

This thing always looked familiar to Nicol Bolas, as if it was a memory from a long time ago deep in its heart.

There are many other things in that memory.

But it has long been blurred.

And it finally saw clearly where the light above the mark came from.

A faint light radiated from Fang Plover's chest, gradually blending with the emblem in his hand. Nicol Bolas had seen that scene not long ago, in a previous scene.

The destroyed Blade of False Victory turned into little bits of light, and was once integrated with it.

It became a little nervous and raised its claws, fearing that the emblem would turn into a false victory blade again.

But Fang Plover looked at it calmly and said, "Are you afraid that it will turn into Jalapea? In fact, you are mistaken. It is not Jalapea, just the opposite."

"In this illusion, the blade of false victory is actually just its shadow."

"And the same is true for the Scepter of Regret."

"The mark of the Zealot and the emblem of the Loyalist are both its phantoms here. We should have thought of this a long time ago. The three things of Dolifen are just reflections of one thing in this illusion."

"So now you remember? Nicol Bolas, what is this?"

Fang Plover raised the object in his hand.

At that moment, an extremely dangerous sign suddenly flashed through Nicol Bolas's heart, "Throw it away!" He screamed and pressed down on Fang Plover with a claw, but at that moment, a golden light bloomed from Fang Plover's hand.

Come.

The dark dragon screamed and retreated. It looked at its claws in disbelief. The skin on its palms was torn and fleshy, and it was actually burnt black.

It looked at Fang Plover in disbelief and said sharply: "That power is..."

In Fang Plover's hand was a ring.

It shone with blazing golden flames, like a slowly flowing ring of lava fire. Even in such a sea of ​​fire environment, the ring still looked dazzling.

Fang Plover has actually seen it before.

The same goes for red leaves.

Therefore, the latter couldn't help but shout out: "Ring of Golden Flame!"

"How could it be in your hands!" Nicol Bolas also screamed, his voice filled with unbelievable fear.

Fang Yu only looked at the giant dragon that kept retreating. The ground was rumbling and shaking, but he held the ring tighter and tighter without fear: "It was here thirty years ago, have you forgotten?"

"No!" Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with extreme fear, as if Fang Plover could cause great harm to it just by holding the ring close to it. He couldn't help but scream in pain, holding his head: "

Take it away and I won't remember anything..."

Fang Plover stopped.

He was holding a palm-sized package in his hand. The package had been completely burned from the inside, and inside was a small box.

The box was still in good condition, except for being completely burnt.

Inside the box, it seemed that there should have been a ring-shaped object.

It was originally supposed to be in that place

He shook his head and threw the empty package to the ground. When all the light converged to one point, the golden flame of the ring in Fang Yu's hand became even brighter, like a dazzling sun.

"Don't come here." Nicol Bolas lay on the ground in pain, wailing.

"We all know the legend."

Fang Plover said.

"After the dragon slayer killed the evil dragon, the descendants used its eyes to forge a ring."

"That ring is called the Ring of Golden Flame."

"It's just that the rumor didn't say that the evil dragon was the famous Nicol Bolas, and the name of the dragon slayer"

"It's called Hero Yossiude."

Fang Yu looked at the ring in his hand, and finally said: "This is your carrier, right, Dragon's Golden Dragon."

"A hundred years ago, Sir Hagston took it away from Joshua and brought it to this place. Your followers used its power to select victims from among the innocent people."

"But you never imagined that someone took it away from these ruins thirty years ago."

"And this illusion has erased all memories about it."
To be continued...