Huh? Are they all real?...

"Yes, that's it."

Hearing this, the elf turned to a human mercenary and said:

"They are people of your time."

The scholar, not quite understanding, asked:

"What defines a person of your time?"

The elf turned to him and said:

“I come from the Second Age, and this dwarf is from the Third Age. We didn’t live all this time; we just suddenly appeared here. So, do you understand?”

The scholar was immediately dumbfounded.

He thought it was already incredible that he had managed to crawl out of the ruins with the strange girl and the greatsword.

But it got even more outrageous once it came up?

The dwarf said strangely:

"Long Ears, you said your wind said there was something very dangerous ahead. But this thing isn't dangerous at all."

No sooner had they finished speaking than they were shocked to see a sword beam suddenly slashing towards the sky.

Then a huge wail rang out.

However, due to the tall trees blocking the view, they couldn't see what the sword light was aimed at.

However, they soon heard the tremors of the massive object crashing to the ground, as well as the continuous sounds of trees breaking ahead.

That thing rushed towards them after it hit the ground?!

The dwarf immediately shouted:

"Get out of the way, that thing is coming!"

At the same time, he also wanted to quickly pull away from this silly-looking long-eared person.

The elf grabbed him and stopped him in place, saying:

"Need not."

"what?"

The next moment, a huge dragon corpse pushed through the trees and rushed right in front of them, stopping steadily just a few meters away.

"A dragon? That thing killed a dragon? It was that easy?"

Looking at the giant dragon, which was clearly dead and only half of its body remained.

The dwarf was truly astonished.

Even dragons born from the compromise of a curse are still synonymous with power.

It's truly surprising that he died so simply and cleanly.

At the same time, a superhuman behind them hurriedly shouted:

"We've been attacked by dragons from behind!"

The elf immediately turned around and said:

"What dragon?"

The man paused for a moment, then said uncertainly:

“They, they say there are many dragons.”

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"Many dragons?"

The elf leading the group and the others instantly realized that things seemed to be in a very bad situation.

And the extraordinary individual confirmed it once again:

"Yes, many dragons."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately ran back the way they came.

"We have to go back quickly!"

The others immediately followed, including the dwarf. But after only a few steps, noticing the elves hadn't followed, he turned back and asked:

"What's wrong? Long ears, are you scared?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"I have followed my king through countless fierce battles, facing both the evil dragons of the north and the fire demons of the earth. I am not afraid."

"You actually followed the Eternal King? Good heavens, didn't you say you were from the Second Era?"

"I mean the era before I came here was the Gasuyan era, which is what you call the end of the Second Age!"

Finding himself unable to win the argument, the dwarf muttered a few words and then asked:

"Then why don't you leave?"

"If there's only one, our return might be crucial, but in many cases, it seems like our return won't be of much use."

Before the hot-tempered dwarf could continue shouting...

The elf jumped down the earthen slope where he was and walked behind the scholar who was still sitting blankly in front of the dragon's corpse.

The sight of a dragon appearing before him in a massive, overwhelming manner clearly terrified this scholar who had never witnessed anything like it.

Even if it was just half a dragon's corpse.

So the elf tried to position himself directly in front of the other before speaking:

"Hello, son of the determined future, my name is Suga Oak. I am a wood elf. I once served in the Elven court and was a member of the guard of Lord Gasdner, one of the Twelve Golden Flower Lords."

"I want to ask you, are you aware of the power that killed this dragon?"

They were clearly powerless to stop the dragons' attack when they returned.

But if he could bring that power back with him, things might be very different.

The scholar was still a little stunned when he heard this; the dragon in front of him really frightened him.

"What?"

“I know you’re scared right now, but please calm down. There are many people behind us who are in danger, and they may need you to calm down and help them. Because you seem to know about that power, for Yuan Chu’s sake, please tell me everything you know.”

The elf's voice was steady and methodical, while a gentle breeze caressed the scholar's face.

This gradually calmed him down.

After his breathing calmed down, the scholar hurriedly recalled everything he remembered.

"Ahead, there is a ruin."

"I... I was trapped inside that ruin. I... I'm a scholar, though not a history major. After all, history majors are always prone to stumbling upon things they shouldn't and getting into trouble without even realizing it."

"However, I am certain that it must be a building from the First Age, because it is covered with murals of the firstborn sons. This is a custom that only existed in the First Age."

"Luckily, I also enjoy reading some history books. Otherwise..."

Upon hearing this, the elf immediately said:

"Sir, I understand that you want to tell us more right now, but please try to get to the point. We urgently need time."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I've just never encountered anything like this before."

After rubbing his temples, the scholar continued:

"Most importantly, when I fell into that ruin, there was a girl and a sword stuck in front of her."

“That girl seemed to be the guardian of that sword. I think she must be a high-sequence cultivator. Because she guarded that sword without eating, drinking, or even moving. If she wasn’t a high-sequence cultivator, a normal person couldn’t have lasted that long. Even if it was just the few days I was watching over her.”

"What kind of sword is that?"

Upon hearing this, the elf seemed to have thought of something and became somewhat excited.

"I don't know much about swords. All I can say is that it's a two-handed greatsword, well, a very ornate two-handed greatsword."

"A two-handed greatsword? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it's a two-handed greatsword. I'm not that sure."

The scholar's answer made the elf frown slightly, because it was not quite what he had expected.

The dwarf noticed the change in his expression and asked:

"Do you know anything?"

The elf said directly:

“I have said that I once served the Elven Royal Court. Although I am not a High Elf and did not directly serve my King, I was a member of Lord Gasdna’s guard as Lord Golden Flower.”

"Therefore, I was fortunate enough to meet my king during the Battle of Tears and learned detailed information about the Holy Sword, one of the four sacred artifacts, from him."

"You suspect that what's in front of you is the Holy Sword? The one that was given to the firstborn son by the Primordial One?"

The elf immediately interrupted the dwarf:

"It's not a gift, it's a present; it's a gift, not a favor!"

The dwarf asked in bewilderment:

"Is there any need to emphasize this? It's just a grammatical issue."

The elf said something profound:

“This is very different, son of Turin.”

"I really don't understand what you long-eared people are insisting on. So, is that a holy sword?"

The elf shook his head and said:

"In my king's words, the Holy Sword is an unadorned knight's one-handed sword. My king says it is a sacred relic of the stars forged from the dying sun, and it is the weapon of the youngest son."

"It is said to be a decisive weapon to fight against all darkness and threats, a powerful force that all the eldest sons desperately crave, but for the youngest son, it is just a gift."

"But this man's son said it was a two-handed greatsword. I don't think the difference between a one-handed sword and a two-handed greatsword is enough to lead to a mistake."

"Moreover, as far as I know, the Holy Sword should be kept in the Memorial Sanctuary on the Old World, but everything here seems to have come from the north-central part of the New World."

The dwarf thought for a moment and said:

"Could you be mistaken? You said it was a weapon forged from the sun of death, but as far as I know, whether it's the one in the sky now or the eldest son of the sun back then, they were both still alive when the Holy Sword was given to the youngest son, right?"

The dwarves ultimately didn't dare directly tell an elf that their king had made a mistake. But the meaning was pretty much the same.

The other person frowned, glanced at him, and said:

“I cannot be mistaken; this is what our King told us himself. Although I am also puzzled by this, I am certain I have not misremembered. Of course, our King cannot be wrong either. Son of Turin, please remember this!”

The dwarf didn't want to waste any more time on this, so he said directly:

"Okay, whatever it is, as long as we know that the dragon was killed by that sword or that high-sequence weapon, right? So what are we whining about? Where are we going?"

The elf also admitted:

"Only this is right, Son of Turin."

He also helped the scholar up:

“Let’s go, son of man, let’s go take a look at the ruins you mentioned.”

Following the scholar's directions, they quickly found the ruins.

The elf was certain at a glance that the ruins were indeed a product of the First Age.

At the same time, he also saw the girl and the greatsword below.

He could sense the power represented by the girl, but he felt that the sword was ordinary and powerless.

After raising an eyebrow slightly, the elf jumped down.

Then, without turning his head, he reached out and caught the dwarf and his axe as the dwarf fell. With a graceful toss, he placed the dwarf safely on the ground, and then turned back to catch the scholar who had been brought down by the dwarf.

Having done all this without batting an eye, the elf placed the giant axe on the ground and knelt on one knee before the girl, saying:

“Nameless mighty one, since you have slain the evil dragon, I suppose you also belong to the lawful faction. And now, in the place we came from, countless evil dragons are attacking our people and our companions.”