Chapter 1887: The Lost Dragon Scale

The familiar giant gate had the same terrifying wall murals.

However, this stone gate was already broken with a hole in the center. The hole was all mashed up, as if it was rammed through.

The canoe stopped gradually in front of the stone gate

Both Mag and Irina had grim expressions.

Mag grasped the Tian Du sword with a frown, and said, "Seems like we were late. That thing has already broken out of the seal and escaped."

"The presence is the same as that fellow's in Chaos City, and it's indeed no longer here." Irina also looked grave.

That Great Old One at Chaos City had at least given them some time, but this one had already broken out of the seal and disappeared.

The unknown fear was the problem.

"Let's go in to take a look."

The canoe went through that broken stone gate, and entered into an extremely spacious cave.

The searchlight shone around, and cracks could be seen on the cliff walls. A terrifying fight seemed to have broken out before, and ancient runes still could be seen.

Looking at the marks on the walls, Mag sensed something abnormal.

The searchlight shone into the water, and a damaged spell formation and broken chains could be seen at the bottom through the clear water.

Suddenly, the searchlight's beam was reflected by something under the water.

Irina made a grabbing action, and a palm-sized silver dragon scale flew out of the water, and landed in her hand.

"It's a Frost Dragon scale." Irina appraised that dragon scale for a while. "The presence is still rather fresh. It should have just fallen off in recent years."

"However, Douglas said the Frost Dragons knew nothing about it, so why did a Frost Dragon scale appear here? Judging from the marks on the walls, a Frost Dragon should have had a battle with that Great Old One here, and its power should be 10th-tier or above." Mag frowned.

The two of them looked at each other, and said in unison, "Rankster!"

The Frost Dragons were powerhouses in the giant dragon race. Apart from Douglas, the top powerhouse, there was also another powerhouse that was famous throughout the Norland Continent—Rankster.

Rankster's experience could be described as legendary. He fought all his way up from a bastard who was despised by the Golden Dragons and the Frost Dragons to the Frost Dragons' throne.

Alex was at the height of his power then, and had never been defeated, but he hadn't won every single duel, either.

In Mag's memory, the fight with Rankster was one of the toughest battles Alex ever had. The winner was never decided, but they began to admire each other.

Therefore, in terms of actual combat power, Rankster should even rank above Douglas.

If there was a Frost Dragon who could battle with a Great Old One, the only one that Mag could think of was Rankster.

Furthermore, Rankster was Elizabeth's father, who had suddenly disappeared three years ago.

If he had come here three years ago, and battled with the Great Old One…

…then the timeline would have matched perfectly.

"There is no giant dragon's carcass here. There's only a piece of dragon scale. Where did he go?" Irina furrowed her brows.

"We will need that big TV show that searches for one's relatives—'Where did Daddy go?'—to solve this mystery." Mag also furrowed his brows tightly.

Since the Great Old One here could break out of the seal, it was powerful. No matter how strong Rankster was, he couldn't have defeated it alone.

Moreover, defeating a Great Old One was such a flaunt-worthy matter, and there was no reason to hide for three years, and not even contact his own daughter.

Irina surveyed the whole cave, and speculated, "Judging from the hole in the door, the possibility of the Great Old One winning is higher. As for Rankster, either he had died in the fight and was gobbled up, or he had become the Great Old One's slave. The possibility of him escaping wasn't high."

"No matter which one of those conclusions happened, it isn't a good thing for the Norland Continent. A Great Old One that has already escaped is without a doubt a sharp sword that hangs over everyone's head." Mag mused for a moment before saying to Irina, "I think we should inform all the races about this. If the other Great Old Ones on the Norland Continent also escaped from their seals, I'm afraid it will be a disaster that neither you nor me is able to stop."

"Mm-hm. Furthermore, we should keep our guard up with that Great Old One at Chaos City. Just an octopus head was already so difficult to handle, I'm afraid we can't do anything to it if they combine forces." Irina nodded.

Mag thought that octopus monster was already different from the Great Old Ones after it became a great ingredient in the Chaos City's housewives' kitchens. However, he still nodded. He indeed wasn't confident that he could stop Cthulhu outside the seal once it joined its body together.

Mag said, "It might be too late to say this at the peace negotiation three days later. Let's go see Michael after we return today, and let him inform the various race's powerhouses. Let's ask all the various races to send representatives here to find out what happened so that we can come up with a solution at the peace meeting three days later."

"Alright." Irina nodded. She took out a photostone, and then casually tossed out a few light orbs to illuminate the cave. She recorded the situation in the cave before leaving with Mag in the canoe.

"Wait a minute!" Mag suddenly shouted when the canoe went past the stone gate. They maneuvered the canoe closer to the wall, and then he used the searchlight to shine on it. They found a deep groove, and after a moment of hesitation, Mag used the Tian Du sword to cut a "cross" on the wall. A few rocks fell off, and revealed a silver amulet stabbed into the stone wall.

Mag reached out to take that amulet out. The 50-cm-long amulet was made from the Black Ice Metal. Frost formed immediately when he held that amulet in his hand.

A lively Frost Dragon was carved on the amulet's surface, and two big words were carved on the other side: "Frost Order"!

"It's indeed him." Mag sighed softly. This was the identity amulet of the Frost Dragons' chief, and it belonged to Rankster.

Yet, such an important thing was embedded in the wall. It was most probably deliberately left behind by its owner.

Mag kept the Frost Order, and softly said, "Perhaps I should hand this amulet to his daughter."

Irina remained silent as she steered the canoe upstream, and exited the cave.

The canoe left the cave, and the warm sunlight touched their skin again, chasing away the darkness in their heart.

Mag looked at Irina, who was standing smartly at the front of the canoe, and forcefully smiled. "Sorry. I think I have chosen a lousy vacation spot."

"I chose this Firefly Cave. The children like it, and I like it too." Irina turned to look at Mag and smiled. "Don't try to snatch this credit away from me."