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"Well, the giants also have artifacts, and now I really believe it." Durand fiddled with the little thing in his hand, muttering strangely.

This thing is harder than the sub-artifact, and when Durand touches the fragment with his fingers, he can feel a steady stream of dimensional suppression pouring out of it, blasting into his body, and then neutralized by the bloodline ability "Elemental Resistance".

This kind of nature, in addition to the sub-artifact, can only be possessed by the artifact.

Shaking his head, Durand continued to flip through his notes. Whether the giants have an artifact or not, it doesn't really matter, and even if they do, they are broken, and they have no value to Duland.

He was concerned about what had happened in the ninety-nine years of war.

It's a pity that there is no follow-up description or inference in the notes about the sudden defeat of the giant clan, and Durand can't help but be a little disappointed. He turned to the last page and saw a small intriguing quote in the lower right corner of the page:

“…… The old man next door Benson was more obsessed with the study of the Ninety-Nine War than I was. For example, I never thought that the city of pastors had anything to do with the war, but old man Benson firmly believed that the sudden appearance of the city of pastors after that war was definitely not a coincidence of time.

I have to say that his imagination is a little too rich.

But one thing we agree on is this: after that war, our world changed.

The awakening time of the warriors in the human race has been delayed, the absolute power of the warriors has shrunk significantly, and all kinds of professions and races known for their strength seem to have declined in different ways. It seems that the fall of the giants has caused some kind of irreparable damage to this plane.

According to my investigation, after that war, the first generation of paladins seems to have some regrets, because there are signs that even the strength of the Yonghui knights has weakened overall. Later, the first paladins themselves issued a decree that formulated the strategy of humanity towards aliens: conquer, but not extinction. Thanks for this policy. Let us still have so many aliens in our world, let us observe, study, and learn. Although most of them were slaves......

There is no doubt that the Ninety-Nine Years' War was a disaster, but after the disaster, Yonghui was no longer so brutal and aggressive. And that's a good thing. But in recent years I have had a very bad feeling, and the restriction of academic research is one reason for this, and the other thing. I always have a vague sense that some kind of evil is quietly dissipating......

It's a pity that the old man Benson next door, who is a great scholar once in a century, is too loyal to the truth, and has to express those arguments about the existence of the heterotopic plane, and the result is ...... Alas.

I heard that he also had a little granddaughter, and he didn't know where the cute red-headed girl had gone after he was killed. ”

Durand read it all in one sitting. I have a lot of respect for scholars in my heart, and this is a group of people with faith and soul.

Scholars answered a lot of questions and asked many more questions that Durand had thought about, some hadn't thought about, and some hadn't even heard of.

Durand silently sorted out the vast amount of information he had read in his mind.

In short, the Ninety-Nine Years' War took a sudden turn in a massive explosion of unknown causes. In the end, the giants were all defeated until they were destroyed.

After that battle, the rules of the plane changed, and the rules of pure strength suffered a heavy blow, which in turn affected the plain of the fighters.

As for the quiet appearance of the Shepherd's City after the war, Durand also silently wrote it down and kept an eye on it. He also had doubts about this.

Finally, there is what the scholar refers to as "some kind of evil that is quietly dissipating." Look at this sentence. Durand unconsciously thought of the black-robed man who was full of rancid smell, and the mysterious "plan" that the black-robed man and the paladin had mentioned many times. It is also not known whether there is some kind of connection between the two.

"Whew-"

Durand let out a long exhale, rubbing his temples in some annoyance.

There are too many doubts! It gave him a feeling of not knowing where to start.

With a snap, Durand closed his notebook and was about to look at other information about the Ninety-Nine Years' War, when suddenly there was a small icon in the lower right corner of the back of the notebook.

It seems to be a small magic array.

icon below. Written in two lines of small print:

"Old man Benson showed me the evidence of the existence of the ectopic plane;

It is said that this is something that appeared during the Ninety-Nine Years' War. PS: I don't really believe it. ”

"Evidence?"

Durand smiled, not to mention that this scholar didn't believe it, and neither did Duland, an alien visitor. Before actually stepping foot on the heterotopic plane. How can a small sub-plane have full evidence of the existence of a heterotopic plane?

It's speculation at best.

However, he still reached out and touched the icon, activating the magic circle.

There was a slight tremor from the notebook, and a magic array the size of a fingernail burst out with bright light, and streaks of colored light erupted from it, and after a series of combinations, collocations, and interweaving, a three-dimensional magic image was finally formed, which appeared in front of Duland.

Sophie, who was standing not far away, was startled and looked over with a little curiosity, in fact, she also wanted to know what Durand was looking at so much information for. After all, Durand will be her immediate boss in the future, and it is very important to understand what her boss wants.

"My lord, what is this?" Sophie took two steps forward and asked with a smile.

There was no answer.

“…… My lord? Big—" Sophie suddenly closed her mouth and did not continue, but cautiously took two steps back, looking at Durand with a look of bewilderment, wariness, and even a little fear.

From the moment the image appears, Duland's body freezes, like a sculpture.

He stared at the object in the magical image, his face terrifying. The breathing gradually became heavy, the green tendons on his forehead throbbed, and his face began to twitch uncontrollably.

In the image, it is a short sword. And Durand knew that this was not a one-of-a-kind short sword, but a standard short sword, the mass-produced kind, which he himself had used.

Familiar styles, familiar styles, familiar lines, and familiar textures and materials......

The hilt of the sword is inscribed with the name of the swordsmith, as well as the name of the bearer: Ray Elen. Last name: Sendrot. The most important thing is that the words used to inscribe this name are none other than the Sendlow language that Durand is familiar with!

With a click, the desk collapsed beneath Duland. Duland's eyes refused to move as he stared at the dagger in the magical image, and the whites of his eyes began to become bloodshot, and soon turned red.

No doubt......

This is, the sword of a battle mage!

ps: The first update of the new year.