After squatting down to check his ankle and making sure he was fine, Wright looked up and scolded his brother.
"What are you doing standing there?"
"Did you see the wolf?"
Moore glanced back at him, stepped aside, and presented the scene before him.
"This is……"
The outline of a mansion was vaguely visible behind the bushes ahead. Wright was stunned and he immediately realized that they had reached the edge of the old house.
The ancestral land of the Time Dragon is not big. It is just a group of connected villas. Looking down from the sky, it looks like an integrated square village. What they see now is the edge part.
But seeing this alone wasn't enough to scare Moore off...why did he...
Trying to use the power of the Time Dragon, the outline of the mansion in front of Wright was instantly covered with a layer of blood red.
His face changed and he quickly rushed out of the jungle and came to the back door of the building. He found that the door was open and there were more than a dozen corpses piled inside the door.
"It's the Frost Sky Dragon..."
He recognized the frost dragon tattoos on their wrists.
"What on earth is going on..."
Chapter 87: Changes in the House
How come people from Frost Sky Dragon appeared in the old house of Time Dragon?
After standing beside the corpses with Moore for a long time and studying them, Wright still couldn't figure out why these people died here.
Of course, he had tried to use his abilities to trace back and check, but unfortunately the layer of blood-red still existed... It was as if something unclean had cursed this place, and they could no longer go back to the time in this area.
"Whoever did this, they obviously know us well." Wright said calmly, "Have you told anyone the location of the old house?"
"This... I did tell Hitzfeld and the others." Moore was still staring at the corpse in a daze, "But you saw with your own eyes how they got here... I don't think they did it. What's more, what I said was very vague. They couldn't have known the exact address."
"But you mentioned 'Eastern Suburbs'?" Wright snorted. "That's enough information."
Although the old house of Shiguanglong was abandoned, it was actually temporary. When the family decided to disperse, they naturally considered that one day in the future they would welcome back the "heir" or "savior", and then they would naturally come back from all directions to live in the old house.
So they obviously didn't intend to let anyone break into this place like an ordinary abandoned house. They did some tricks to it, and those who couldn't go back in time would only wander around endlessly on the periphery of the illusion of a jungle appearance.
There is only one way to break the illusion, and that is the blood of a member of the Dragon Guard family.
According to legend, the three major Dragon Guard families all descended from a common ancestor. They were not the descendants of that person, but they inherited his bloodline magic power. Therefore, they are close to each other, and their powers can complement each other under certain conditions.
It can almost be confirmed that they are the descendants of the Dragon God. If the ancestral precepts of the three families had not strictly prohibited them from competing for the throne, the other families would never be their opponents.
"It takes a lot of blood to break such a large illusion." Wright said softly, "I'm really curious, don't the people of Simofu know what they are doing?"
The relationship between the Frost Dragon and the Hot Spring Dragon is not very good, and they are a little bit disgusted with each other. Queen Milanka's husband's family, that is, the original royal family, was supported by the Frost Dragon. As a result, they occupied the most fertile black soil and large mineral veins in the north. Otherwise, according to the division of responsibilities, they should roll to the hottest south to help cool down there.
But the Time Dragons are different, they really don't get involved in these messy matters, which leads to a pretty good relationship between them and the other two Dragon Guard families.
You can understand this logic by thinking about it: except for those bad people who have truly done something wrong, who would be afraid of being seen through by these people?
Time Dragons are proud and conceited. They have always believed that they are different from mortals, even from the other two dragon guards. Because there are some things that only they can see, and only they have the opportunity to peek into the future and make predictions.
This is what disgusts Wright the most, but it is also because of this arrogance that Deka and Smurf’s people don’t care much about their abilities.
"The location of the old house cannot be hidden from them. The moment they touch the illusion, they will realize what it is." Moore whispered, "They should know their purpose at that moment."
He didn't understand why Simov would do such a thing.
The illusion of the old house was broken... The corpses spread from this entrance to the innermost end of the building. On average, one had to step over them every three or four steps. The worst thing was that this place was tainted with a layer of ominousness, and the Eye of Retrospection lost its effect.
He and his father came back several times between moves, and he witnessed with his own eyes how the family members completely emptied the house. It could be said that apart from the house itself, it had no value anymore.
What did Simov want to do by doing this... There was no reason for the Dragon Guard families to go to war like this, not to mention that Sally had never offended them.
Those people rebelled, he got the news, and they began to cooperate with the Deathly Hallows to a certain extent.
But this does not affect his opinion in this regard, because there is one thing that is deeply rooted in his heart, that is: the Dragon Guard family is indeed very different from ordinary people.
They do not participate in worldly disputes, but they are everywhere in the world.
They don't want the throne, but every succession of kings requires them to please.
Perhaps in Simorf's view, supporting the Undead Party is nothing. They just want to sit in that position, just like the Dragon Blood Family who attempted to overthrow the regime before.
Then let them sit... maybe they can sit for five years, maybe even longer, ten or twenty years.
But they always fail.
Others will replace them. The meaning of their existence and their fate will be no different from those of the Dragonblood families that were overthrown and replaced. And by then, the Three Dragon Guards will still be the Three Dragon Guards, and their privileges will be permanent.
Why would three families of this nature need to target each other?
What’s more, it was such a thankless task… Hundreds of family members were sacrificed just to destroy one of Time Dragon’s houses?
"You are still too young, my dear Moore."
Wright waved his hand to dispel the turbid air, walked to the door, took out a match, lit it, and threw it in casually.
He used this method to measure that there was no excessive methane in the house, so he lit a cigarette with confidence and inhaled half of it in one breath.
"Huh~" He exhaled smoke at his brother's glare, and added: "If they are as interested in the kingship as Deka is, then this sacrifice is worth it."
"I don't understand." Moore narrowed his eyes.
He really didn't understand, including the previous sentence. He didn't think Deka was trying to seize the throne.
Not to mention that that would go against the ancestral teachings of the three families. Being a king requires being the center of attention, being targeted and coveted by everyone... How could it be more comfortable than maintaining the status quo?
"That's because you haven't met Carloni and don't know that he is an ambitious man with a very good disguise." Wright showed a disgusted expression, "And I don't think their idea is wrong."
"Think about it. Just because of the so-called ancestral teachings, we, the capable ones, have to let this country rot without doing anything... Endless subversion, one family comes to power and then is overthrown by others. I don't think the Dragon Guards can shirk their responsibility in this kind of history."
"Are you so rebellious that you would even go against the teachings of your ancestors?" Moore looked at him in astonishment. "Think carefully about what you are saying - if the Dragon Guards participate in the war, more people will die!"
"But that's temporary," Wright quickly retorted. "It will get better, it will become stronger, and it has a chance to become the Sarah of the West."
"That's just wishful thinking." Moore shook his head, totally disagreeing with this view.
The reason why the Longwei family was called this was because they didn't want to get involved in worldly disputes from the beginning.
He didn't think Wright was right. Even if a dragon guard won and became the new king, they could not escape the inherent change of dynasties in the secular world.
They are time dragons...
Haven’t you seen enough of this kind of human history?
He didn't understand why Wright had such an idea.
"What if I say that our ancestors had bad intentions towards us from the beginning?" Wright's eyes suddenly became sharp.
"What if it wasn't issued to perpetuate our power?"
"If its purpose is actually to divide the power of this country...to prevent them from coming together to restore their origins...then can it be considered that it is wary of something? What is it afraid of?"
"Wright..."
Moore took two steps back into the house and looked at his brother with fear.
"You did tell me that there were fire dragons in Sara..." Wright continued, staring into his brother's eyes: "There is a fourth branch of the Dragon Guard family... There was a war between them and us... Have you ever thought about why this incident was not recorded..."
"Wright..."
"You mentioned that the only survivor of that lineage can transform into a dragon. Then we might as well be bolder - the Dragon Guard family plus the blood power of all the Dragon Blood families, plus the secrets buried in the fourth floor of the Dragon Tomb can achieve such great power - this is the power that the Tarinian royal family should have!"
Unlike Wright expected, Moore was not too surprised by this.
He was still backing away, his eyes seemed to have lost focus, as if he was looking at something else through Wright's body.
Um……?
Something else?
Turning quickly, Wright saw that the door frame was wrapped with a barrier made of pink tentacles.
They actually grew directly from the inside edge of the door frame. He followed the bulges on the surface of the wooden wall and looked up at the ceiling. He saw the white glass chandelier right above.
It was a standard work of art, with twelve lampshades, like twelve milky white flower buds. But now, an eye had grown at the root of each flower bud.
A total of twelve eyes looked down at the same time, staring at Wright in silence.
Chapter 88: Peace Messenger
At this time, action is faster than thinking.
By the time Wright realized what was happening, his hands had already completed the entire process of "taking out a handkerchief, putting it into the glass hip flask to wet it, then using the other end to put it in, lighting it with a match, and throwing it over his head."
A ball of fire that didn't look too big exploded overhead, accompanied by the obvious angry cry of a strange beast. Wright took the opportunity to rush over and grabbed Moore's shoulders, and the two jumped out of the side window together.
But this was not the end. After landing and rolling half a circle, Wright endured the dizziness and looked at the wall, and found that the meridian spread had also caught up with him.
The surface of the house, which was supposed to be a wooden structure, actually had hundreds of bloody mouths opened like flesh and blood. He saw sharp teeth and tongues with tentacles in them. In a trance, he saw countless familiar faces standing there and making inviting gestures to him.
Those were all members of the Time Dragon that originally existed in the old house’s memory.
Among them were his father, his deceased mother... He could not help but be stunned for a moment, and instinctively stretched out his right hand towards the image of the young woman.
"Bang!" Then he was hit hard on the nose. He staggered and felt someone grab his hand and pull him to run outside.
The soreness in the nose tip can be said to be the most significant stimulant. Wright immediately realized what he had just seen. He was shocked and couldn't help but look back again.
"Don't look at it--" Moore's roar came from the front, but it was too late.
Wright looked back and saw that the shadows of the entire old house were twisting and wriggling. Almost all the surfaces of the walls were deforming, either opening up bloody mouths, breaking into tentacles, or shedding layers of dead skin... and then those surfaces that looked like wood and stone became brand new again, just like what a house should look like when it was just built.
Those human figures were hallucinations, but these couldn’t be hallucinations as well, right?
Wright felt a chill run down his spine as he watched. He couldn't imagine what this thing could be that could quietly assimilate such a large townhouse into flesh and blood.
So many people died in the Frost Sky Dragon exploration. Could it be that this is the reason?
Holy shit…what the hell are they working with?
Realizing that he had oversimplified the situation, Wright put in more effort, overtook Moore, and began to pull him along to speed up.
No matter what conspiracy is hidden behind it, the most urgent task is to escape from danger.
Get out of danger, go back to the city, and tell those bastards in Deka what happened... they will definitely not ignore it.
He had a good idea: the window they jumped out of faced the inner courtyard, not far from the outer jungle. As long as they ran less than 15 meters and climbed over a low wall, they would be able to get out.
But when they saw the low wall, they were forced to brake suddenly - that thing seemed to have also changed... It had simply turned into a row of obstacles made entirely of tentacles, and only a fool would want to step on it to get out.
"Go around to the north!" Moore reminded him, "pass by the cowshed... there is an iron road there!"
I don't think the iron plate will be immune.
Instinctively, Wright argued with him in his mind. But at this moment, they had no other choice, so they followed his instructions and took a detour to the entrance of a small path.
The atmosphere here was even more gloomy... The entire corridor was only about two meters wide, with crowded buildings on both sides. They were cowsheds, residential buildings, utility rooms, storage rooms or workshops of each household, and at this time, they were also alienated, with blood vessels and meridians protruding from the wooden boards and stones.
The only good news is that the ground has not changed. Wright actually suspected that the mud ground was not safe either, but this ground was originally reinforced by laying three layers of steel plates underground. Now some of the steel plates are still exposed on the surface, and they are indeed as strong as before.
“Run over there!”
The entire tunnel was about 50 meters long. Without hesitation, Lettice pulled his brother and ran forward.
A tentacle emerged from the side wall and he ducked to avoid it.
A bunch of tentacles in front of him gathered together to form a giant hand that grabbed him. He temporarily let go of Moore, rolled to both sides to dodge, grabbed the hand again and continued to run.
As the exit was approaching, Wright felt relieved.
But he suddenly felt something was wrong.
There was something wrong with the touch of the hand he was holding. It didn't feel like Moore's... it didn't feel like an old man's. It felt delicate and smooth, more like a charming woman's.
Feeling nervous, he turned back again and found that the person who was holding his hand and running with him was not Moore at all, but the young woman who he had reached out to at the beginning.
"Mom..." He almost squeezed out the sound from between his teeth, and saw the woman smile at him gently.
Through this terrifying smile, he saw Moore lying a few meters behind him, his whole body lying on the ground, with his ten fingers clasping a gap in a steel plate... Some tentacles had already grabbed his legs, and this was the only way he could prevent himself from being dragged away by the tentacles.
With a grit of his teeth, Wright pushed the woman away and rushed to Moore's side almost instantly, with a white light flashing in his hand.
It was a short dagger, nothing special, just for basic self-defense purposes.
After cutting off the entangled tentacles, picking up the clothes on his brother's back and rescuing him as he rolled over, Wright found that the road ahead was blocked again.
