Roger and Emile were both moving fast, but still faster than their gaze.

Although the temporary passage in the distance was shrinking, Roger knew that if he continued to act with him, Emir would definitely not be able to escape the next attack.

"You go first!"

It's not a sacrifice for himself, but it's something he needs to face.

The power in his body exploded, and Emir was pushed by Roger by a long distance, and he turned around, and everything in front of him was covered by a huge pupil.

In the pupils, Roger saw a burning sun.

The flames burned at the edges, like the symbols on the Nilfgaard banner.

His consciousness remained awake, but his body had completely disobeyed, and the terrifying pull hit, and at the same time, the hunter's hut in the depths of his soul had undergone some changes.

The distant channel is shrinking.

The two forces were at loggerheads, and at this moment, Roger used all his strength.

But whether it is the powerful power of shadows or the delusional eye that peeks into all mysteries, the level of these powers is not enough, and under the burning sun, they will collapse at the touch of a button.

It's as if everything has been stripped away.

In the end, all that remains is the crumbling Hunter's Hut and the five basic abilities that build it.

Quinn, Alder, Igny, Yakshi, Arden!

The five forces were entwined and fused with each other under great oppression, just when Roger's soul was about to be burned out and completely destroyed.

In his hands, the black moon automatically emerged.

The swirling sigil on the sword's body cracked, a soul ability drawn from Heinris's crystal head.

No one knew how much power was contained in these soul abilities, but at this time, all power became Roger's most desperate nourishment.

The texture of the Ardennes sword mark emerged, and then began to combine rapidly, and in the process, the power of the black sun seeped into it.

At the critical moment, he finally completed the final sword seal, completing the part about the soul, although the last sword mark could not add any power, but it represented the transformation of Roger's soul.

And...... Alpine trials.

At this moment, a familiar voice seemed to sound in his ears, and Roger's brain was in chaos, and countless visions appeared in front of him.

He struggled to see the catch, but all he could see was stray debris, and new hints appeared on the notice board.

And this time, when the handwriting was revealed, the hunter's hut collapsed, and Roger's eyes regained their clarity for a moment.

He saw the closed passageway, and at the last moment, a hint of doubt that came out of that huge eye.

A black sun mark appeared on his forehead, shattering, and an indescribable exhaustion welled up from the depths of his soul, and this exhaustion was so turbulent that no matter how hard Roger tried, it would not help.

"What's after the trial?"

Muttered softly, and the next moment Roger was completely unconscious.

His body rose and fell with the energy in the void, and then flew far, far away.

I don't know how long later, a silver figure appeared in the void, and the figure searched, and then quickly approached Roger.

"Finally found you."

"You can escape under the attack of the Lord of the Mist, even if it's just an unconscious attack, but this incident is enough for you to brag about for a lifetime."

Emir's body had shrunk a lot, but he was still strong compared to Roger, his scales and armor were dull, and his eyes were even more tired.

"There is nothing abnormal in the body, it seems that the soul has suffered."

A slit opened in the Emili's forehead, pulling Roger's body into it.

"I owe you." He muttered to himself.

"We're not too far off, if you can wake up, maybe you'll be able to take Kenneth back to the Dragon's homeland, but ...... now," Emir sighed.

"It's all a matter of luck."

There is no day or night in the void, and everything is extremely lonely.

Although there are some worlds to stop along the way, the emir is well aware of his current physical condition, and his previous rhetoric is by no means alarmist.

His main soul is dead, and if he recovers properly, the remnant soul still has a chance to grow, and although he can't reach the peak, he can barely control that powerful body.

But now, with the use of the dragon body transformation, the soul will gradually be rejected by the body, and every action he takes now is burning himself.

"Hold on a little longer...... As long as Roger can wake up. ”

In this kind of environment, even if it is the pinnacle of the pinnacle, there is an insurmountable gap between the fourth and fifth orders.

Kenneth wouldn't be able to hold out for long even if he woke up, so Emir's only hope was Roger.

After some time, the light in Emir's eyes had dimmed to the point of being imperceptible, and he finally had to stop.

"Is this all it takes?"

Emir's eyes flickered, and he pointed his finger at his heart, where Kenneth was hiding.

Leaving a part of the information behind, the Emir condensed the last bit of his soul and pierced it into the depths of Roger's soul like a sharp blade.

He's burning himself to make a last-ditch effort.

"If you read this message, it means that I am dead, and you finally don't have to complain about those so-called alarmists."

"I come from the great Silver Dragon clan, although I am only a wisp of remnant soul split by the main soul, and it does not represent the character of the ontology, but it is still a lucky thing to be able to meet a strong person like you in the last part of the journey."

"You can escape under the attack of the Lord of the Mist, I think you have managed to get his attention, then the next time you will be stronger in the face of the attack."

"You've earned my respect for what you've done, come with Kenneth to the land of the ancestors of the Silver Dragons, you're our forever friend."

"It's the core area of the Dragon Court, and you shouldn't have to worry about the prying eyes of the Lord of the Mists if you live there."

"Haha, like I used to say, Kenneth has more than seventy younger sisters, and you're going to like them."

"Another ......"

Kenneth hesitated slightly.

"My friend, my journey is coming to an end, and the fire of life is burning, and I would like to give you one last piece of advice."

"Never let anyone know that you have caught the attention of the Lord of the Mist, the twelve dragon envoys are just doing their own duties, and they have a clear division of labor among themselves, but they are not monolithic."

"Although you are a victim, in the eyes of some people, even if it is only a vessel that has the potential to become the Lord of the Mist, it will become your sin."

"Danger must be nipped in the bud."

"After all, the so-called Mist Hunters, they are not exactly the doppelgangers of the Lord of the Mist, and perhaps there are transcendents like you."

"Protect yourself, and if you can wake up, return Kenneth to the land of the ancestors if you can."

"Your friend Emir."

With the last message left, the light in the emir's eyes dimmed completely, and his figure shrank dramatically, eventually turning into a cold suit of armor.

Unbeknownst to Roger, his eyes were closed, as if he was caught in his own world.

I don't know how long it took, but Roger still showed no signs of awakening in the dark, and his body was drifting until a faint light bloomed.

On the chest of the armor, a figure struggled out.

None other than Kenneth.

The two figures separated, and the emir's body continued to shrink until it became normal.

It felt like Roger was wearing a set of metal armor.

Kenneth looked sad, he already knew the cause and effect from the message sent by Emile, and although Emile was hiding something, he was also aware of the important role that Roger played in this escape.

"I'll take care of the rest."

Kenneth's eyes shone with determination, and he was able to wake up early just because he was no longer the peak of the fourth order now.

A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and Kenneth grabbed the metal armor that encased Roger.

"The incomplete fifth order is also the fifth order."

Kenneth gritted his teeth and was able to wake up early and increase his strength because he was betting on his future.

Although he has entered the fifth order now, his future is ruined, not to mention going any further, it is very difficult to even barely maintain it.

"We'll go back."

"I'm going to find someone to wake you up!"

Kenneth knew that with his current strength, he wouldn't be able to reach the Ancestral Lands even if he knew the direction, but he could settle for the next best thing and get closer to the edge.

That should be a lot more likely to succeed.

Finally, Kenneth found a suitable world before his power was about to run out.

"It's finally home."

This place has entered the core area controlled by the Dragon Court, and Kenneth does not know that his unintentional actions have helped Roger avoid big trouble.

…………

Land of the Fathers.

Although it may seem like an area, the so-called Ancestral Land is actually the birthplace of the Silver Dragons.

It was the one that only the Silver Dragons and their attendant Dragonborn could approach...... World.

Transforming a world into a hometown is almost impossible to imagine.

It's not a majestic palace, a towering lonely mountain, but a whole world built around it.

The Silver Dragon's defense is outstanding, whether it is flames or thunder, it is a suitable place for them to live.

So here, you can find the castle in the sky hanging from the commanding heights, the palace of flames buried deep in the lava, the dragon cave carved in the glacier, and the extravagant and majestic city like ordinary people.

In this world, the orthodox Silver Dragon bloodline is the absolute master, and there are countless dragonborns and inheritors of other bloodlines who serve them.

In the western part of the world, in a majestic city that stretches, the commanding height of the city is a huge silver dragon carved out of an entire mountain.

And the location of the silver dragon's head is the commanding heights of the city's power.

Even though it was night, the room was brightly lit.

A tall man in a black-trimmed silver robe sat on a high seat, with long silver hair and a grim gaze.

His right hand rested on the armrest of his seat, his eyes half-squinted, not knowing what he was thinking.

Around him, in a roughly oval shape, eleven chairs of various sizes and shapes were placed.

Suddenly, the energy around him fluctuated, and the man raised his head, and several phantoms appeared on the other eleven chairs.

"How are you?"

A voice came from the high chair.

"Hasn't the emir come back yet?"

"Eres, although you are the younger brother of the Emir and the powerhouse of the Silver Dragon Clan, there is no place for you here."

"Go down, I don't want to embarrass you."

The man known as Éres slowly rose from his high seat, a silver dragon carved into the back of his chair behind him.

The other eleven chairs are all of different sizes, and the carved patterns on them record their experiences and achievements, as well as the most important lineage.

"The Emir has been missing for too long, and as one of the Twelve Dragons, his identity is very important, and now, we need someone to take on the ......"

"That's not something you should worry about."

Another voice came.

"Although I don't have a deep friendship with the emir, these twelve chairs represent not only status, but also our recognition."

"Even if the Silver Dragon Clan can have a seat among the twelve dragon envoys, if you want to gain the respect and recognition of your peers, it is not enough to have a bloodline."

"I know that your strength is good, and your real combat power may even be above that of the Emir, but all this will wait for you to become a dragon envoy, as for now, please leave."

"Because it's not a meeting that you'll be able to attend."

"In addition, the task of the Twelve Dragon Envoys is arduous, and the tasks carried out by the Emir are extremely dangerous, and it is normal to lose contact sometimes."

"I even remember that in the records of the Dragon Court, there was a dragon envoy who had been lost for seven hundred and thirty years, which is normal."

There was no swagger, and the voice was flat as if discussing an obvious matter.

"Hear me out."

Eres clenched his fists and spoke resolutely.

"I am saddened to inform you of the news that not long ago, the blood of the companion left behind by the emir clotted."

His tone was a little heavy.

"What?!"

Everyone sitting on the high chair exclaimed in unison.

"Is this true?"

"Absolutely." With a flip of his wrist, a drop of dried blood floated in a silver crystal.

"Another dragon envoy has been sacrificed."

Someone sighed.

Eyres retrieves the crystal.

"I'm not here because of the position behind me, I'm already the king of the Silver Dragon Clan, and the position behind me doesn't matter."

Elles slowly clenched his fists, and a hint of murder erupted in his eyes.

"But I still wish I could sit on it, because I want to know my brother, where did he go the last time he left, what mission did he perform?"

"He can die, but he can't die."

"The honor of the Silver Dragon Clan cannot be tarnished."

"Besides......" At this, Elles said with a slightly sad tone.

"My brother, the last time he left, in addition to the accompanying guards, he set off with my only son."

"Kenneth."

He ...... is the heir to the throne! ”

Eyres's emotions spread, and the atmosphere around him became very low.

After a long time, a voice rang out.

"It happened suddenly, but according to tradition, the Silver Dragon Clan does need someone to replace him."

"But now that you are the king of the clan, and the king and the dragon envoy cannot be at the same time, let's get here first, we need to discuss the specifics, and we also need to verify the death of the emir again."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Elles' eyes, but he knew that this kind of thing could not be done overnight, so he could only nod and agree with a sad face.

The light and shadow dissipated, and silence returned to the hall.

Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared in a place where light and shadow could not shine.

"Father, things ......"

Tong!

Before he could finish speaking, the figure was smashed into the wall by a terrible force, and then the shadow of death loomed over him, and a voice came to his ears.

"Shut up!"

"How many times have you said that I am only your uncle, not your father."

"In the eyes of outsiders, the emir is!"

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