[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

Ronan placed the note into a notch on the long table. Then he stood respectfully behind his teacher.

This type of paper is specially made by the Circular Tower. A very small area can carry the text of a book, and the text can be displayed in the air through elements through means.

Above the long table, the elements that have been specially processed and "marked" are like pollen floating in the air. They seem to be attracted by some kind of force and gradually solidify in fixed positions, arranged and combined to form different characters.

The red-robed sages no longer lowered their heads and stared at the words silently.

An ancient dragon with bird feathers and snake scales?

"Evolution," Gloucester first objected, "that's impossible."

His story was impassioned, "Since the 'Thunder Fire Era', the ancient dragons have evolved for nearly twenty generations. From various data, we can conclude that in order to adapt to the changing continental environment, their appearance has changed from the original 'Bird Feather Snake'." The scales are getting farther and farther away. When the 'Forest Era' comes, the characteristics of feathers can no longer be reflected on them. During the 'Bright Era', even the scales have become as thick as rhinoceros armor to carry their own height. weight."

"I can't believe this information is true. The species described above became extinct thousands of years ago." He frowned and said very firmly. His twin sister Gloria gave him a soothing pat on the back of his hand.

Ronan lowered his head and stared straight ahead with empty eyes, silently praying in his heart that the old scholar would not get into trouble with the elf today. He really didn't want to experience that kind of scene again. But he discovered that his teacher was also secretly deserting.

“Ms. Bones” Evelin, taking advantage of the fact that she was a skeleton, appeared to be seriously nodding in response, but in fact, the phalanges of her right hand never stopped moving. Ronan saw her drawing a cartoon puppy next to the bones in her notebook.

"Mantian" Colvin indeed looked unhappy, and his slightly kind wrinkles were squeezed into a ball. But this time he just snorted coldly, "That's a product of the abyss. How can you use your own common sense to understand the abyss."

"But fortunately," he chuckled, one of his golden dentures shining brightly, "it just so happens that we have a dragon expert here."

He shouted to the ice sea at the other end of the hall, "Weeseld, are you listening?"

Weisseld? Ronan's ears twitched unconsciously. that is not……

While I was thinking, the ice sea moved.

The light blue ice floes floating on it shattered and collided, and the sound was deafening. The coldness hit my face and was blocked by the barrier in the room. In an instant, a string of ice flowers crackled on the barrier. But the barrier couldn't isolate the water vapor, and the overly irritating dampness instantly awakened Ronan's nasal cavity, and he couldn't help but sneeze again. But he saw his teacher looking seriously at the ice sea. Although he was still a skull unable to express his expression, he no longer felt as perfunctory as before.

An iceberg rises from the bottom of the water. No, that's not an iceberg, that's a silver back, then the neck, the nose, and finally the wings that are almost integrated with the ice floe, bringing up the crystal water and becoming the only flickering light on the ice sea.

Ronan could not describe the spectacle in any words. His heartbeat was almost suppressed and stopped for a moment. This great creature opened its eyes, its nictitating membrane twitched, like peeling off the shell of a pure white fruit, and looked at them with its inorganic vertical pupils.

How could he not be shocked by it. The silver dragon Wiseld, one of the only two giant dragons that can fly in this world, and the great sage of the Circumference Tower, is now appearing in front of him.

The silver dragon was unwilling to turn into a human form, which made the element in his body already on the edge of danger even worse, so he leaned gracefully on the glacier nearby.

Colvin waved his staff, and the text was also displayed in front of the silver dragon.

"Ah, it's difficult to handle." Silver Dragon's voice was muffled, like summer thunder, "This is indeed what the 'first generation' looks like."

Gloucester blushed and almost wanted to argue, but was comforted by his sister.

Silver Dragon also looked confused, as if he had encountered some problem, "But this appearance... why does it look so much like 'Thunder'?"

"Thunder". Ronan knew the title. It belongs to a black dragon from the first generation before the Thunder and Fire Era began.

No one spoke anymore, the sages were all thinking.

The first to break the silence was Ms. Bones. She gestured with her hand bones to convey a message to the silver dragon.

The silver dragon shook his head, "No, Evelin. This is not resurrection or soul-calling. For us now, the 'Thunder and Fire Era' is far enough away, not to mention the 'Thunder' who competed with the giants and fell before this era began." Recovering its bones is an impossible task."

Ms. Bones still persisted in signing: That is an abyss.

Silver Dragon thought for a moment and understood what she meant, "You mean, there is a complete 'Thunder' skeleton in the 'world' where the seeds were opened this time? What a good idea."

It changed its position so that its wings could rest more comfortably on the ice. "Then we might as well make a bold guess that there is a 'thunder' in that 'world' that is the same as our world."

"In that world, the world was still in the state before the 'Thunder and Fire Age', so the first generation of dragons were born. But through the 'seed', this dragon actually came to the current world that is completely unsuitable for his survival. It was here Bound by the 'rules', it must sacrifice its body shape and fold its wings in order to save energy."

"The more powerful it is, the more it has to give up. So many people saw its disappearance."

The human old man chewed these words in a low voice, "That kind of 'world' is not just the alien space we once thought."

"That may be...another, developing world that is identical to ours."

Ronan's back was shocked. He believed that everyone here was frightened by this terrible conjecture.

In the end, it was Yinlong who took charge of the overall situation, "Okay, okay, let's not speculate too much until we find more clues. I remember the abyss expedition team who sneaked into the wild wood and wait for his report."

The silver dragon slid the elements in the air, causing them to break up and then reorganize, "What is the next message..."

There was only one word floating in the air.

Smart drugs.

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"Porcelain Princess" Anne Roger sat in the carriage compartment. The curtains on both sides were opened, and she leaned on the embroidered pillow and looked at the market outside the carriage.

This was an environment she was unfamiliar with. She closed her eyes and felt the world. It’s already the closing time of the day, and the bells are ringing, signaling that the sun is about to set. There were shouts, hawking, quarrels, and beatings all mixed together. There were more movements than the Rainbow Palace where she usually lived in a year. In the end, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she frowned and closed the curtain to isolate herself from this noisy and noisy world.

I really don’t understand why anyone would love such a world.

Zeelan sat on the other side of the carriage, drawing on the map with his quill, "You have left the imperial city, it's time to talk about your destination."

He raised his head, the gold chain of his glasses swaying in the air, "Or do you have no destination in the first place?"

Annerogie half-opened her eyes, her long eyelashes covering her pearly pupils. She was wrapped quietly in the fabric, unable to move her dress with her breath. She was really like a fragile and extremely beautiful porcelain doll.

It took her a while before she said, "Go to Xueji Forest."

This is an unexpected answer. Zelan didn't think the princess had any friends in the Snow Forest. It can even be said that she knows only one person who has lived in the Snow Forest for a long time - one of her fiancé candidates, the elf prince Narcissus, who she only met once. He didn't think that the prince would welcome their arrival.

But he still made careful plans, "The snow season is coming. If we don't take the normal route, we will be in danger of facing the blizzard. But the normal checkpoints may be blocked by Her Majesty the Queen's order. You see... "

"No." Anne Roger pulled up the white cashmere rug. Her voice had a strong nasal sound, like a whisper, "Mother wouldn't do that."

"She will...make mistakes."

Departing from the original destiny path gave rise to a strong sense of excitement and betrayal. She was coerced by the inexplicable desire to talk. "They all regarded her as a hen protecting her young, but they forgot that she was also a bloodthirsty king. snake."

"I really like the saying spread by the bard." The princess rubbed her hand. Her fingers were slender and her skin was delicate, but her nails were so pale that they were bloodless. She waved it in the air as if brushing off dust, "One A butterfly flaps its wings and causes a hurricane thousands of meters away."

Those pale eyes stared at a non-existent point in the air, "I like rules and connections, which can make many things easier."

Zeelan seemed to have a premonition of something. The atmosphere was too tense, so he said jokingly, "Do you trust me so much? You rarely expressed anything before."

Anellojie stretched out her hand. Her arm was like a malnourished sapling because of her congenital shortcomings. She gently held up Zeelan's chin, just at arm's length.

"We have always been close. We have never been apart since we were little." She murmured softly, as misty as smoke that disperses when blown away.

"So..." Her hands were so cold that she almost gave Zeelan frostbite, "If you betray me, it will be very convenient to deal with it."

"After all, we are very close."

"Believe me. Now, you are 'hijacked'." Anellojie showed a smile, ignored Zeelan's surprise, pulled the blanket under her nose, and closed her eyes. She is tired.

Dusk has fallen, and the sky is on the verge of crumbling, finally unable to bear the first hint of darkness. In the quiet space, she heard her own heartbeat, a slightly slow heartbeat, one after another.

Don't be afraid, Anne Roger. She told herself so. When the sun gathers its last ray of light, the moon will be the master of this world.

She would not make the mistakes of her previous life a second time. She...they will all have a better future.