Chapter 526 Low Probability Event

Gillianis Gallanold was the most famous and powerful magician of an era, and Elden was a renowned scholar spanning several centuries. The product of their collaboration, even if it was just some calculations and inferences It is also of great value. Firmila would want nothing more than normal.

Since the other party had shown goodwill in advance, Ron couldn't think of any reason to refuse, so he handed her a copy of the scroll - even though the original scroll wasn't actually valuable, it was so direct. If you send it over, it will appear that the etiquette is not thorough enough.

Looking at the envoys who left with satisfaction, Ron frowned again: "The hunting is about to end..."

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"Winter is coming?"

"Putting these two sentences together, it seems that it was because of the reasons in the north that the demon lord gave up his prey."

But why is this so? Natural disasters are certainly terrifying to people living in this world, but they are powerful existences in the abyss. Why would He avoid them because of this?

“Maybe it’s just that the Milkwei family made a mistake when they reassembled the information transmitted by the cultists,” Gilenis appeared behind Ron at some point, “or maybe the cultists themselves are in chaos. "

"If it is a follower of Baphomet, the chance of this happening is not high, but if it is a follower of Zugmoi, the whole thing will be much easier to explain."

This lord of the abyss rarely takes the initiative to spread faith. It is very common for his followers who fanatically join his cause due to fungal infection to have gaps in their intelligence and logic.

Or maybe this is two sets of information itself, but the Milkwei family does not know the situation of the delusion land and can only make inferences from the changes in the north. As a result, the two pieces of information were mistakenly merged into one.

"Is that just like this..." Ron nodded slowly, a little noncommittally, "Jillianis, I remember you told me before, that Mark said something when he showed off his trump card to you without hesitation... …”

"Can the power of the Dragon Lich affect the entire world?" Gilenis raised her eyebrows slightly, "The subsequent influence on the multiverse is obviously an exaggeration. After all, it has recycled most of its echoes and should no longer have any influence on it. Other worlds exert influence."

"But I think that even in our world, this matter is open to question: the only reason it hides here is to avoid being chased by people from all walks of life, so why does it want to spread its power out? This Isn’t it equivalent to sending the handle of the knife to the opponent’s hand?”

"Then how was Mark affected?" Ron asked, "He came to Delusion Land once when he was young?"

"No," the Moon Elf denied this speculation, "I have explored his memory. Although it is not complete, I can still confirm that he has not gone deep into the Delusion Land before, and even had very few activities on land."

"Your Excellency, I think you are a little nervous," Gilenis said. "There is a possibility that he has never been exposed to the power of the dracolich before, but during that demonic epidemic, he was not exposed to the power of the dracolich. He was infected with the demonic plague under our close surveillance, and received the attention of the Dracolich despite his busy schedule."

"It replaced his past memories, transformed his body, and ultimately made him look the way it wanted."

"Or, you have to consider another possibility: Although the dracolich cannot project its power beyond the delusion, it has cast a huge net before hiding, and will be indirectly related to itself. The 'wedges' are scattered all over the world, and there are enough of them for a sailor to accidentally pick up, open and successfully become its servant on the sea. "

"Is it possible?" Ron looked at the moon elf.

"Theoretically, everything is possible, my lord," the human face on Gilenis' shoulder spoke, "but do you really think that a creature that does such a thing is a bit...unbelievable?"

"I think we should put aside this less likely scenario for the time being and focus on strengthening itself - according to the ruthless words it made at the beginning, it should be about to take action."

"We should be more prepared."

Just when Gilennis had almost convinced Ron to forget about the possibility of "finding a needle in a dracolich haystack", North.

In a valley, the sky full of wind and snow was transformed into a terrifying green in an instant. Although the green was also full of vitality, it revealed a sense of chaos and madness that no intelligent creature would think. That's a good thing and will stay as far away from here as possible.

However, there are beings who are unwilling to let the organizer of this "green snow" get what they want. In the spore cloud that can even grow and reproduce in the ice and snow, a huge four-legged creature stands at the entrance of a cave, pitch black without any other The colored eyes stared with deathly silence into the darkness of the cave, which was also filled with deathly silence.

Its four legs and tail were buried in the snow, and the wings on its back were also covered with a layer of green and white mixed "spore snow". However, the scales on its body showed something completely different from the spores and snow. color.

Even the color of its eyes is different.

Gold, the golden metallic luster still covers the body of this adult dragon, making it particularly eye-catching in this strange and harsh environment.

Behind it, two smaller white dragons followed it, and behind them were groups of white dragon infantrymen.

These bipedal monsters born from corrupted or magically twisted dragon eggs were even smaller, and the wings behind them were even unable to fly. Most of them held two short swords in their hands, and a few weaker ones could only use their claws and teeth as weapons.

But whether it was these dragon people or white dragons, when they looked at the golden body in front of them, there was only one emotion in their eyes - fear, complete fear.

Even if a dragon scale on the tip of the black-eyed golden dragon's tail trembled, their hearts would skip a beat.

They did not follow each other wholeheartedly - how could it be possible? Almost all of them had injuries torn by this golden dragon. They were a group of slaves, a group of slaves who were scared by the golden dragon.

Even the two white dragons who were thought to be only as intelligent as wild beasts had to admit that this golden dragon was different from most of the golden dragons they usually knew: it probably... did not belong to the lawful good camp.

Even though it drove them to hunt down a typical chaotic evil creature.

"You have one last hour," the golden dragon said calmly, but not gently. It looked into the cave, seemingly without any impatience, "The cat and mouse game is over. Do you want to come out by yourself, or do you want me to stick my claws in?" (End of this chapter)