Chapter 103 Who are you?

Author: Conquer people with virtue

Chapter 103 Who are you?

This is a huge, dark and empty space.

Dozens of fireballs the size of human heads provide a lot of light here, but it is not enough. If you look carefully, you can barely tell that this is a stone chamber.

On the wall, you can vaguely see the ferocious and twisted reliefs of various creatures.

On the ground, there stood huge gray stone statues. The stone statues bared their teeth and claws, showing all kinds of power and power, but they had quite a bit of charm.

They include the Titan who stands tall and holds lightning in his hand; the dragon with its wings spread wide and roaring upward; the aboleth with an ugly face and big mouth; the Chimera with three heads: a dragon, a lion, and a goat...

There are no less than dozens of them.

Among them, in front of a glaring red dragon statue, stood a man shrouded in black robes. His figure was trembling at the moment, telling that his current state was not peaceful.

From his perspective, he realized how huge these statues were, each one almost life-size. This red dragon alone was forty meters tall.

There is a pedestal beneath each statue, but perhaps altars are more appropriate to describe them.

The man in black robe was standing on the altar at this time. In front of him was a groove, inside which lay a man - Hoss.

At this moment, Hoth looked haggard, almost turning into a mummy, as if all his blood had been evaporated in an instant.

"How could this happen?" The man in black robe was shocked and angry.

Hoss, the adapter of the red dragon bloodline, dies. As long as he does not suffer devastating damage and uses special spells to preserve the body, the power of the bloodline will remain.

Originally, he was quite happy after Hoth's body was teleported back, but reality gave him a heavy blow - the power of the red dragon bloodline in Hoth's body was gone!

Although Hoth didn't lose much blood.

The man in black robe was still here thinking about what went wrong. In the space, a portal opened and another person came in.

"The archbishop, a subordinate of Hoss, and the believers who participated in the changing of the king's carriage passed the news back." The person who came in slowly walked behind the man in black robes and knelt on one knee.

"I heard that a golden dragon killed Hoth, named Theos. Hoth was no match for him."

The man in black robe turned around when he heard the words, and the firelight shone on his face, and all he could see was a mask.

"If it's a golden dragon, then it's really difficult for Hoth to win. It's just a pity..."

"I originally planned to cultivate Huos first, and then obtain the blood of the golden dragon. Unexpectedly, the plan was interrupted by a golden dragon." The man in black robe was inevitably a little disappointed.

It is very difficult to obtain the dragon's bloodline, and every blood sect has to pay a huge price.

Even five-color dragons with poor dragon-to-dragon relations are very difficult to deal with, let alone metal dragons.

"Bulu, the red dragon bloodline has been lost, and we need to get a new one." As soon as the archbishop spoke, the subordinate was surprised.

"Looking for news about the lone red dragon, let's pick one to start with."

"Yes!" Blue responded in a deep voice, and with a flash of light, he teleported away.

As soon as he left, the entire space fell into silence again. The archbishop was left alone muttering to himself.

With a "pop" sound, the archbishop raised his left hand, and saw a ruby ​​ring on his index finger light up, and a trace of flame flew out.

The flames fell on Hoth's body, gradually turning him into ashes.

"Theos...Theos..." the archbishop muttered repeatedly. For some reason, he always felt familiar.

"Who is it? Is he an acquaintance?"

"Uh-huh!" Suddenly, he held his head with both hands and seemed to feel a sharp pain.

"Here we go again, here we go again! You loser! Why..."

His head hurt more and more, and he seemed to know what was about to happen.

At the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he opened a portal and stepped into it.

…

Franke, Feather Scale House.

In the living room, several people from the Yulin Society were sitting together, seemingly chatting, but very silent.

"No matter what, I will definitely support Theos, even if Theos is really accused by the Ten Kings Council and listed as an enemy." Brat broke the silence and spoke his mind.

"Me too." Milo echoed, holding his sword and leaning against the wall.

Brat has long regarded Theos as one of his own, especially since Theos saved Bethrina. If he had any conscience, he would not let Theos be targeted at this time.

Although Milo did not express his reasons, he still chose to stand with Theos.

He is a very pure person. Not to mention that he doesn't like these rules in the first place. Milo has long recognized Theos's help in his swordsmanship.

More importantly, they are both members of the Feather Scale Society and are a powerful force in themselves.

"Don't be so excited yet. Theos is from our Feather Scale Society. How could he be sanctioned so easily?" Ezreal held his forehead and said.

"Many rules are designed to protect the interests of the Ten Kings. In other words, the Ten Kings do not need to care about the opinions of the many forces below, otherwise the Ten Kings would not be called the Ten Kings."

"In my opinion, this matter will most likely still be discussed within the Ten Kings. It will only be enough for the Yulin Society to make certain concessions in their interests. It is not a big deal."

Ezreal has a deeper understanding of this aspect and expressed his judgment. This judgment was also recognized by everyone present.

"No matter what, I owe Theos my life." Ren said leaning on the chair.

At the beginning, everyone was full of confidence, especially him. He originally planned to win the city steadily, but he didn't expect that the boat capsized in the gutter. If Theos hadn't signaled in time, he might have died.

Thanks to Theos, his injury was not as serious as it seemed. After Aslan's light priest saw it, he cast a 7th level spell - Resurrection, and he recovered.

While everyone was discussing, the door was suddenly opened. A figure stepped in. Who was it if it wasn't Theos?

"Theos!" Everyone was delighted and quickly stepped forward to surround Theos.

"Hey, hey, there's no need to be so enthusiastic, right? It's only been half a day since we last met." Theos looked flattered and a little exaggerated.

"What are you guys doing around here? Let the boss sit down quickly. Come on, boss, sit down, sit down, sit down." Brat pushed everyone away.

"Wait a minute, when did I become your boss?" Theos couldn't laugh or cry, and sat on a chair surrounded by everyone.

"How's it going? Is the matter serious?" Ren asked.

Theos spread his hands and said with a smile: "There is nothing serious. They are not qualified to judge me, nor can anyone."

"If Bahamut wanted to punish me, I would feel uncomfortable." Theos thought.

"By the way, you are still a golden dragon! How could we forget this!" Brat shouted.

Several people obviously haven't accepted this fact yet, and they said at this moment: "It seems that we don't need to worry about you anymore."

"Then if you really want to help, I really have something to trouble you with." Theos pondered for a moment and said.

"It doesn't matter what you say, boss. If we need people, we have Ezreal, and if we need money, we have Ezreal!" Bulat said with a smile.

"Hey, I don't have much money myself!" Ezreal quickly corrected him. He was very rich, but theoretically he had no money. "However, if Theos needs money, I can sacrifice myself.

A small treasury that has been saved for more than ten years."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere that had been solemn before suddenly became much more relaxed.

"Okay, thank you in advance!" Theos also made a joke.

"Let's get down to business." Theos looked serious and said, "That's right, I have a territory called Osfil..."

Next, Theos briefly described the fact that he had a territory, and mentioned Victor's reminder.

"In order to deal with possible dangers, I would like to ask you to temporarily help my territory. Of course, in order not to involve the Feather Scale Society as much as possible, you need to do it in your own name." Theos expressed his thoughts and added

: "In terms of combat, it's only secondary. Mainly, I want you to teach the students of Wanling Academy."

That's right, Theos wants to drag Bratt and others into the territory to export a wave of knowledge!

If we really want to rely on a few of them to help Osfir resist foreign enemies, to be honest, it's not that necessary.

"What did I think it was, just this? It's my duty!" Brat raised his hand in agreement. He smiled and said, "The last thing a bard can't refuse is the stage."

"An academy full of monsters? It's interesting to think about. I think I might be able to use this to publish a book of poems?"

"I have no problem." Milo also raised his hand.

"What an honor!" Ezreal raised his beautiful golden eyebrows.

"The great adventurer Ezreal, let's go!"

Although Ren has recovered, his condition is not at its best yet, but he still smiled and said: "I need to ask for leave from the Brotherhood Adventure Group. After all, I am the leader."

"Why are you asking for leave? Why don't you just bring all your adventure groups with you?" Brat yelled.

"You're very welcome, I can pay you enough!" Theos said very generously, feeling very happy in his heart.

"Wow, did I hear it right? We are going to earn rewards from the dragon?" Renn smiled.

Theos knew that everyone in the Feather Scale Society was actually very busy, even Bulat, who was idle all day long, actually had a lot of things to do.

He was very satisfied that several people could agree so straightforwardly.

"I'll go too!"
To be continued...