"'Karov's Gate'?" Wright looked at the uniquely shaped giant door that stood like a giant in the underground space in confusion.

"Brother, I don't mind wasting some time here to tell you the origin of this door. Although our time is generally very urgent, we are not in a hurry to do this. After all, among humans and us recently, I will smell the smell of dragons from time to time. If you encounter a dragon in the future, perhaps this knowledge can help you." Feng looked up at Jumen and said.

"Oh? Feng, you aroused my curiosity. I have also heard a lot of rumors during this period, saying that the "Blood Night Ritual" in Sogra City, the "Lalaye's Dream", and the so-called "park" will all use the power of dragons, about dragons... I only saw a prisonered orc with dragon blood under the water of Dunusk." Wright paused for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile. He turned his head and looked at the wind with his pure black eyes, and continued:

"The power of the dragon clan is indeed great. He, the orc Soulkod, exhausted his last power in the fight and helped me obtain the 'inspiration' sequence core. This power is just the residual after he was imprisoned by the 'Plane Water' and was contaminated with evil things, which is enough to promote me. For a moment, I was thinking about what a terrifying existence would it be if I met a mature dragon clan who was truly complete."

"It's really scary, but that's all about the first era. In the second era, humans still destroyed most of the dragon clans by relying on gods and five sacred objects. After that, the remaining dragon clans were either forced to trap in the "Dragon Realm", or suppress their bloodlines and become a human being, at best, as a magician or an extraordinary person." Feng patted Wright's shoulder, indicating that he should not worry too much.

"But I'm still very curious. Can the power of the dragon clan be comparable to that of the gods?" Wright asked.

"Maybe it can, maybe it can't." Feng closed his eyes and replied in thought:

"The war between the dragon clan and humans is very far away. There is a saying: In ancient times, humans' demand for nature was not as excessive as it is now. Even if a few trees were cut down to build bridges and houses, humans would kneel down and pray to the gods' understanding. Therefore, at that time, the magic power permeated in the air was full of magic. Even if humans who had not practiced deliberately, as long as they lived in the mountains and forests, they would be natural magicians."

"Later, because humans destroyed nature, did the magic power run out?" Wright guessed along the wind's short story. After all, most of these stories with environmental protection themes will fall on the sins of human beings and warning us to protect the environment.

"Not exactly." Feng's answer was beyond Wright's expectations.

"Why?"

"The power of the dragon clan will always inadvertently destroy a mountain, boil a lake, and even trigger flames that cannot be extinguished for several years, but the Creator did not punish them. There is a saying that humans are stone statues carved by the Creator based on his own appearance. The Creator does not like himself, and naturally does not like humans."

"So, he infused the new laws after the destruction of the dragon clan to restrain humans. He knew that humans had extremely powerful ability to use 'inspiration' and 'wisdom', so he set a ban, one of which was, 'as long as the steam boiled, the magic would fade away'. If the 'mysterious extraordinary power' did not spread and turned us and our parents into lost people, we might not be able to control the magic power created by the Creator so easily." Feng said, opening his eyes, revealing his light green eyes, emitting a faint light.

"So, in fact, the 'unintentional' virus' is a by-product of restarting magic? As long as the 'virus' is removed, will the energy source be continuously obtained?" A thought of dying came to Wright's mind.

"I don't know this. I'm only 5th in the order, and I'm quite far from breaking through 4th in the order. If you want to think about such a profound problem, I'm afraid we have to wait for us to touch the demigod. Well, brother, I want to talk about the 'Karov Gate'." Feng did not observe Wright's expression and reaction, but turned his body, held the Jumen with his left hand, and said to himself:

"This door was originally a specific jump channel used by people like the leader of the dragon clan. As long as the dragon clan's blood is infused with the magic power of the flame type, it can achieve the effect of jumping and allow users to travel to any corner of the world, even the underwater palace of the old gods."

"Later, when the 'Karov ended the battle', humans relied on the 'Karov Gate' in reverse, found the 'Karov Black Stone Realm' where the last two leaders of the dragon clan were located, and used five holy relics to seal them, which opened the real human era." Feng finished speaking, coughed twice and paused.

"Intuition tells me, Feng, the story you told is not over." Wright urged, looking at Feng's relatively thin back.

"In the middle of the Third Age, a dragon boy woke up in the great Fire Empire in the East. The existing historical records were recorded. He once worked in the Imperial Yandu Military Museum, and later fled to the western territory controlled by the then imperial traitor Anke Mountain. Later, he traveled to Gubin and Nandu of the Empire, and later returned to the capital because of "Longqing".

"According to some unreliable interviews, especially the memoir of "I'm in Fire" written by Timmerd, who betrayed the empire at that time and fled to Eventry, the dragon boy named "Clater" in the Western Land entered the first dream of the fire empire and saw the "Gate of Karloff". Timmerd clearly recorded the words of the voice in his dream to Clater at that time: "

"That door is the product of the connection between the continent and the underworld, and it is also the pinnacle of the occasional mechanical craftsmanship left by the dragon civilization. With the blessing of the 'dark scarlet' spell, those who open the door will be cursed and are in eternal pain, unable to get happiness or relief. Brother, look at the door carefully and look at the structure we imitated, and you will definitely get some enlightenment." Feng said, turning his body, stretching out his index finger, pointing at the Giant Gate.

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Wright said, looking up and observing carefully.

The center of the huge door is a pitch-black dragon, which is very distinctive as a western land. It has huge bat-like wings, a body of a lizard, and a sharp fang is exposed below a raised head, but it seems to be making a fire-breathing action.

The dragon surrounding it was not a totem, but a map, but based on Wright's knowledge and memory, he could not correspond to any known location.

The first circle surrounding the dragon's body is a red wood, probably a maple forest, but the northeast is a stretch of mountains that lead directly to the Jumen. The rivers passing through the forest are very different from the Ruin River that runs across the empire and the Mamous River that flows through the Chekavsk.

Looking down, there is a lake on the edge of the forest. Judging from the picture, there are many birds circling on it, which is still vibrant and a state of competition for everything.

But there is a totem on both sides of the Jumen. On the left is the double-headed eagle in the culture of the Sunnese Empire and the Cruzde Empire, and on the right are sunflowers blooming uniformly to the east.

Wright could not speculate on the meaning of it, nor could he connect these images with known things for the time being. Fortunately, he used the enhanced memory brought by promotion to silently remember the structure of the "Karov Gate" and turned to the wind and said:

"I've finished watching it, the wind, but I haven't received any revelation. Maybe... my wisdom is not enough, forget it... take me to see your pope."

"Okay." Feng shrugged helplessly.

Immediately afterwards, he took a few steps back, crossed his hands, and murmured the spell used to build spirits.

Soon, an irregular ice crystal appeared in front of him.

His hands were constantly intertwined, changing his posture, and the ice crystals were rubbed by the wind like plasticine, and finally turned into a key made of ice.

Then, he injected a light blue magic power into the imitation "Karov Gate". With a series of mechanical collisions, the dragon in the center of the door just now seemed to be cut, revealing the keyhole in it.

The wind inserted the ice key into it, and with a little vibration, the door slowly retreated to both sides. After more than ten seconds, the door "disappeared", revealing the bright hall space inside.

"Is it so direct? Behind the door is your palace hall?" Lette looked at the arrangement in the hall and complained.

"Of course, after all, we have always been in short supply. But brother, I don't recommend you go in now. Our Pope has prepared a welcome ceremony for you, right here." The wind pointed forward.

"Here?" Wright observed the lobby that was currently deserted.

The layout is very large, which is Wright's first impression. The space here is almost as good as the "residential area" just now. It is estimated that there is a football field size.

Surrounding the surrounding wall are gas lamps with similar shapes as bats. The winding metal pipes are constantly pouring dye inward to ensure that the hall maintains the style of the daytime.

But there is a square pool in the center of the hall. Because it is heated by lava rushing up not far from the ground, it is simmering. As the wind suddenly opens the door, the outside air conditioning intersects with the heating in the hall, and is temporarily filled with misty mist, with a hazy beauty.

Moreover, four stone pillars carved with exquisite and strange patterns support the entire hall, and surrounding the pool are rows of expensive round tables and seats with the style of Cruzde's palace.

However, on the platform facing the lobby farthest to Wright was a throne made of black iron. In Wright's view, it was probably where the Pope of Dark Night was sitting.

After a few minutes, Wright and the wind stopped at the entrance of the hall. With a sound of a miserable cry of birds, nuns dressed in pure white clothes walked towards the pool with light steps from the small door around the hall.

They surrounded the pool, folded their hands together, closed their eyes and made prayer movements. Wright counted, and there were thirteen people.

Immediately, they knelt down in front of Wright, opening their mouths wide, preparing to chant something.
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