Chapter 209：

At the top of the mountain, there is a cave, where the Dragon Field is located.

As soon as he entered, John felt his body light up.

The pressure belonging to the Dragon Land suddenly disappeared. In his eyes, there were many silver threads floating in the Dragon Field.

These threads are all coming from one direction, it is a round stone.

The round stone seems to have been placed for thousands of years, almost blending into the stone platform.

The surface of the round stone is smooth and round, as if it has been carefully polished.

But this is impossible.

John narrowed his eyes. The dragon should not be able to do this.

They are good at destruction, and a town can be destroyed in less than half a day.

But asking them to polish a stone without any holes is like asking a giant monster to take the college entrance examination.

"Are these souls?"

He stared at the silver threads, which were formed from soul fragments.

The Spear of Thunder Implementation sent the dragon here and was ready to leave.

John was dumbfounded and hurriedly asked: "How do I get a name?"

He came with a mission, but after passing the test, he still didn’t get his name.

Thunder Spear seemed to think for a while and said seriously: "This requires your own efforts."

Gan.

No matter how good-tempered I am, I can't help but scold the dragon. I have worked so hard to fight my way out, but you come here and let me work **** my own?

Dumbledore is not as playful as you.

John took a deep breath to calm down.

He walked into the dragon farm. The space inside was very large. Even though John was 55 feet tall, he could enter and exit freely.

"It should be some kind of magic, similar to the traceless stretching spell."

The well-informed John guessed that magic had been used here. He was surprised. The fire dragon could also use magic other than breathing fire?

He moved forward carefully, the silver thread fluttering in front of his eyes, John reached out to touch it.

At this moment, his body was dragged away by a force.

This feeling was too familiar to him, it was exactly the same as when he met Nagini.

Under the pull of strength, his transformation was actually lifted.

The body came to a new space, a place of desolation and silence.

Looking around, it was dark.

John looked down and saw his hands that had turned back into humans. A drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead. This was the first time that he had been deformed by an external force.

He saw a hill in the distance, took out his wand and waved it.

"Super fluorescent flash! (lumosMaxima

The ball of light flew into the sky, bursting out like a small sun.

Only then did he see that those were hills.

It was a dragon. Skeletons and dragon corpses everywhere came into view.

"Things don't seem that simple."

He saw the corpses of the dragons. They were lifeless. Some of them were old and had turned into white bones.

Holding the wand tightly, John walked forward.

There is flat ground under his feet, and there are steps ahead.

The place he was on was a hill-like platform. After walking down, the size of the dragon corpses became more intuitive.

The smallest one was 50 feet tall. He even saw a fire dragon whose bones alone were 100 feet tall.

This is a size that has never been seen in the magic world, and can even refresh the magic world's fire dragon record.

Where the dragon corpses were piled up, a road was separated in the middle, seemingly intentionally to allow latecomers to advance along the road.

Every time John takes a step, he can see some dragons with marks of ancient magic on their bodies.

These already show the years of sedimentation of the corpse.

Go all the way to a mountain.

John's steps paused, his expression solemn as never before.

"That's not a mountain." When he said this, he felt a dull pain in his back molars.

That mountain is a dragon.

A dragon as huge as a mountain.

The most important thing is that the dragon moved.

The stones on the ground beat wildly, and John steadied himself.

A pair of huge eyes came into view.

Old and turbid, these are a pair of eyes without any sparkle.

"You're here." The silver dragon looked dazed for a while, and its voice made the stones on the ground beat again.

That was an old male voice, which made John wonder how long this dragon had lived.

"1007." As if he knew what John was thinking, the silver dragon said, "I have been waiting for your arrival."

"You know me?"

John was surprised. This old dragon seemed to have some kind of magic that could understand people's hearts.

"My name is Heimdall, the gatekeeper dragon, the observer of the future, the sage of the Dragon Land."

Different from the gentle flapping of ordinary dragon wings, John suddenly had sand and stones flying in front of him.

John did not take action because he saw that Heimdall had no intention of attacking.

When Heimdall flew up, John discovered that there was no road behind it, but an abyss-like cliff.

"That is Gu Long's final destination."

Heimdall said: "The ancient dragon came to this place and died here."

"After the ancient dragon dies, a dragon king will be born among the giant dragons every one hundred years."

"It's been a thousand years now."

"Once a person with the same origin as you came to the Breathless Valley. He taught me how to prophesy. From those prophecies, I saw your arrival."

After Heimdall fell, the dust and moss on his body disappeared.

It looked up at the road it came from, "Buried here are all those who once had the hope of becoming kings."

"These dragons may be powerful or smart, but without exception they are all killed by the stronger ones."

John hesitated and said, "What do you want me to do for you?"

He knew that Heimdall was not telling him this for no reason.

As for the king Heimdall spoke of, John didn't think about himself at all.

After all, no matter how much I look like a dragon, strictly speaking, I am still a human being.

So subconsciously, John felt that Heimdall wanted to accomplish something for him.

Just like the wizard Heimdall met once, presumably some kind of deal was reached between the two.

At the same time, he was curious about what kind of person he was when he saw himself in Heimdall's prophecy.

Lowering his head, Heimdall's breath blew on John's face.

"I hope you pass this final test."

John didn’t understand Heimdall’s words. The final test?

Where are the tests?

Suddenly.

John's eyes fell on the bottomless cliff, and he smiled coquettishly: "The test you call is that you want me to jump, right?"

He said half-jokingly, and Heimdall's head nodded.

John's heart sank and he was silent for a while.

"Have you been down there?" John asked Heimdall.

Heimdall shook his head slightly and said sadly: "The dragon I valued most once entered it and never came out again."

"No one knows what's in there."

I don’t know if you still want me to go down?

John's eyebrows knitted together, and he really laughed angrily.

You really treat others as fools, don't you? I don't have to do this to help.

He took two steps back and prepared to leave directly.

However…

[Ding, trigger the challenge mission, enter the cliff, get any point +2, blessing: unknown]

Two unknowns in one journey.

System, if you do this, it will make it very difficult for me.

John sighed. This system seemed excessive.

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Chapter 234 Time Lock Pin and Rainbow Bridge

The reward is there, so John will naturally go.

He stood on the cliff and stared below. There seemed to be a flash of silver in the black.

"Soul fragments?"

He squinted his eyes to see more clearly.

Confirming that he saw it correctly, wings sprouted from John’s back.

Heimdall was there quietly, while John jumped off the cliff.

There was a rush of wind in my ears and my body dropped rapidly.

"How deep is this place?"

He felt that the height he had descended had exceeded the Land of Dragons.

The soul fragment swayed, flying like an elf.

John followed the fragments all the way to the bottom.

At this depth, John looked up and could not see the top.

"This way."

A man's voice sounded, and the soul fragments shook.

"Huh? Do you still have self-awareness?"

John's eyes were deep, and he suppressed the urge to use the Soul-Eating Curse to take away the soul, and he stepped forward.

The ground seemed to be made of a crystal-like material. As he walked on it, he felt a cold feeling coming from below.

It's like stepping on a frozen iron plate, a biting chill passing through the soles of your feet.