"We must win, Mr. Ed!"

A little goblin in a maid uniform stood on the railing of the trestle, waving vigorously to him.

"I understand, Miss Ye Xing." Fang Pulong was holding a suitcase in one hand, turning around and smiling at the people on the trestle.

"Oh my, it's really annoying. There are only night stars? What about us? What about us?" The other three little goblins also crowded on the railing of the trestle and complained to him.

Fang Piao looked helpless and had to apologize to them all: "Of course there are also Miss Jasmine, Mint and Yue Jin. I will come back to see you if I have the chance."

"Really?"

"Great, we are waiting for you, Mr. Ed."

"So Mr. Ed must defeat those people and come back as soon as possible!"

The goblins all knew that he was about to participate in the Continental League in Vanrich - but they didn't know that that game was just an exhibition match before the main game in Oshur.

After defeating those people, Plover will go to Oshu.

Oshu, that is a very far away place for the fairies of Nervad.

However, Fang Plover actually had no intention of joining in the fun. He just promised Odin that he would join Ragnarok's alchemy team to participate in this competition. Of course, he still didn't know how the warrior king planned to arrange him to participate.

, after all, logically speaking, the entry list should have been decided years ago——

He also happened to have participated in the last group match of the Continental League in Kaulin-Ithulian just two years ago due to a coincidence (actually he was sold), so he was relatively clear about the details of the competition system.

On the trestle, a few goblins showed signs of reluctance.

Although Fang Yucai only stayed here for a week or two, to the goblins here in Nervad, he was one of the few guests who didn't mind their pranks, and he was also half a student of Lord Anloser, so friendship always existed.

It was established unconsciously.

Fang Yu looked at the tree house in the distance and the little fairies on the trestle, and had some feelings in his heart. But after all, the happy time is always short, and the time to leave comes in an instant.

A snow-white sloop is moored on the lake in the distance, with an elf-style silver sail hanging. Its long mast is reflected on the water, and it stands quietly in the inlet surrounded by green forests.

Before he got on the boat, he turned around again and saw several goblins looking intently in his direction and waving their little hands to him. Fang Plover's nose felt sore and he turned back, but it was a pity that Mr. Anlosser had done it beforehand.

Even if he left, he couldn't come to see him off.

So much so that he didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.

After a while, Fang Plover calmed down and looked at Ariel, the elf bartender from Nervad, on the boat, and asked him where the owner of the elf's residence had gone.

Anloser asked the elf bartender to escort him to Vanrik in advance, so the other party was also on the boat. After listening to his question, the latter only shook his head slightly and replied: "Joan

Lord Lotor intends to leave, and no one will know where it will go."

After hearing this, Fang Yu couldn't help but raise his head with some disappointment, looking at the snow-capped Holy Gong Peak in the distance, above the green carpet of forest, shining in the sun.

The top of the mountain peak is always surrounded by light clouds and mist.

Indeed, he knew the true identity of the owner of the goblin residence. As a giant dragon, this answer was perfectly normal.

After looking at it for a while, he remembered something and asked the other party again: "Mr. Ariel, do you know Odin?"

Ariel nodded, looked at the lake and said, "That is also the young man who walked out from here. He helped Lord Anlose a lot in the early years, and even saved Night Star once." He then turned around,

The other side said: "If you are interested, you can go and inquire."

"inquire about?"

Ariel replied calmly: "Some of his stories have become legends in the poet's mouth," his voice was melodious: "These legends are still circulating in the south."

Fang Yu was startled after hearing this, and then felt a little envious. The adventures of the past have become legends passed down by people today. But when will he and his Seven Seas Brigade be able to leave their own stories?

Is the membership name unknown, or is it remembered by people?

But what he was chasing was not the pace of the King of Warriors.

Rather, it is similar to the footprints left by great explorers like Sir Ma Wei.

And above the blue sky.

Above the clouds at Shenggong Peak.

A quiet gaze was watching the lonely silver sail draw a long track on the emerald green lake until it disappeared. After a moment, Anlose spread his wings and turned towards the westward branch of the mountain range.

Fly in the direction.

He was like a silver shadow, passing through the clouds, but not long after, he broke out of the clouds and descended into a hilly forest.

In the distance of the forest, the Xia Jin Tower is standing on the hill. The remaining stone walls after thousands of years seem to be submerged under the dense vines. The lich Tang De stood in the forest, looking at the tower from a distance.

Architecture - he remembered the time when he was alive, it was already a long memory.

But compared with that ancient building, he is actually just a young man. He holds his chest with his skeletal hands. The warmth belonging to the living has long since died, but the obsession in his heart has not let go.

It always walks in this world.

It wasn't until the strong wind hit his face that Tang De raised his head and looked at the pair of silver wings falling from the sky.

Mirleuthymis folded her wings and gradually transformed into the form of an elf before landing on the ground. He was dressed in a white robe and had long hair shawl. He looked at the undead with a quiet expression - if he didn't remember what the other person looked like when he was alive, he might

I will directly burn it to ashes.

"I said," Anlose said quietly, with a rather cold voice: "Don't come here again. Look at what you look like now, Tang De."

The flames in the skull's eyes dimmed slightly.

"I'm sorry," Don De replied, "I'm disturbing you again, my dear Lord Milleuthymis."

It bowed slightly.

Anlose said nothing, only frowned. He suddenly asked: "Do you know Ed?"

"That young man?" Tang De suddenly remembered what happened in Elmau Castle, but he shook his head: "I didn't come here for this matter."

"I know."

"I found him." Tang De suddenly said.

The forest suddenly became quiet.

All that was left was the rustling sound of the wind caressing the leaves.

Anluose looked at the other party quietly, and suddenly asked something. Tang De nodded first, and then shook his head.

Anloser was silent, and after a while, he said: "I can't help you, I said I will never recast the dragon-slaying sword again." He paused: "Don't let the flames of revenge swallow you up.

You have gone too far on this road, Tang De."

"Of course I know," Tang De opened his mouth, and a chuckle that was almost self-deprecating came out of his dark mouth. He put his hand on his empty chest: "Look at what I look like now, Lord Milleuthymis.

The flames of revenge have already swallowed me up."

It replied hoarsely: "I can't look back anymore, I just want to die with everything."

Anlose sighed.

"Well," he replied, "I can't help you, but someone can."

"who?"

"You should have heard the legend about the Hall of Thousand Doors, right, Tang De?"

The Lich was slightly startled.

…

Compared with Grande, or even compared with Tulum, Vanrich is not a big city.

But this place is even more famous than the former. Not only because this is the birthplace of Rose Workshop, the hometown of fairies, and the city where the Xilin-Spica family is located, but more importantly - Tongtian

Tower. This is the headquarters of the Southern Alchemist Alliance——

After checking the airship with his soul fingerprint, he saw the towering tower standing in the center of the city.

The name of that tower is actually Elfendor - in the Kaolin-Ithurian language, it means the tip of the gear. It's just that the electors like to call it the 'Tower of Babel', because

It is indeed very fitting for this spire, standing tall against the sky, rising from the ground, and reaching the top of the clouds.

Therefore, the local people liked the name of the minaret that they were proud of given by the elector very much. As time went by, the tower of Elfendor for three hundred years now has a new name, the Tower of Babel.

It is actually less than a century since this name was born.

Soul Fingerprint covered her bangs with her hands to prevent the high-altitude wind from blowing her hair. The airport area is on the 120th floor of the minaret, which is about 500 meters above the ground. The high-altitude wind is so strong that it can blow people away.

It would have to stagger around - if there wasn't a magic circle outside the airport.

She looked down from here. Van Rijk was like a silver coin on the shore of the lake, and the sparkling long lake was almost a curved surface. And the lower part of the tower converged in the field of vision, like a thin thread.

, which made people feel frightened. She took a step back, not daring to look anymore.

But my heart was pounding.

Others in the team were talking about it. The station was not in the south, so many people on this trip were visiting this famous place for the first time and seeing this towering spire for the first time.

However, since they were used to seeing the fantastic scenery of Etalia, everyone was not too shocked. What they were more concerned about was actually the 'new teammates' they were going to meet next.

"Did Boss Odin say when he would arrive?"

"Who knows, maybe it will only be these two days."
To be continued...